After crossing over, I was favored by the villain

Shuyan formed seals with his hands and let out a roar. A huge demonic shadow rose from behind him.

The demon shadow held a huge demon blade in his hand and slashed towards the righteous formation.

Upon seeing this, the righteous monks injected their own spiritual power into the formation, making the formation shine brighter and barely blocking the attack.

Yingji's figure was like a phantom, appearing and disappearing quickly, and whenever he appeared, he would always take a cultivator away.

The righteous monks were unable to resist and had to use magic to try to cast a curse on him to prevent him from suddenly appearing and taking a life.

Even the untied Pixiu and Fire-Refined Golden Phoenix were put into confrontation between the group of spirit beasts led by Cheng Yun and the group of spirit beasts of the righteous monks.

In terms of numerical advantage, although the righteous cultivators suffered some defeat inside the center, they still had the upper hand. Even if they took turns to attack like a human ladder, they could still wear down the evil cultivators.

So they fought in a very cowardly manner and would never stand out unless there were special circumstances.

Just when the two groups were in a stalemate, a cavalry arrived on the battlefield. The sound of horse hooves neighing made everyone stop and confirm where the reinforcements came from.

Guerlain's sharp eyes saw the leader, "Yuchuan?"

Yuchuan led 3,000 Fuhu troops to the battlefield. He stopped his horse in time and said with a smile, "Your Majesty, the remaining tens of thousands of troops are on the way."

Jin Yan was glad they came, "Thank you, General Chuan."

Yuchuan laughed and said, "Why should we be so polite to each other?"

Jin Yan also sneered, "I was talking too much, you are finally here!"

Guerlain patted Yuchuan's warhorse, "It's better to come at the right time than to come at the right time."

Yuchuan pulled out the spear from his warhorse, and the patterns on his armor reflected a cold light, like a ferocious beast that was ready to devour its prey.

His figure was as tall and straight as a green pine or cypress, sitting steadily on a tall warhorse. Man and horse seemed to be one, creating an aura that was frightening and powerful.

The spear in his hand was made of black gold and black iron, which was extremely hard and tough. It was about ten feet long and had a cold metallic luster under the sunlight.

The tip of the gun was like a sharp cold star, flashing with deadly edge, as if it could easily tear through the void and pierce the sky.

"Fu Hu army, listen up, protect the emperor!" The general lightly pulled the reins, the warhorse neighed loudly, and rushed out like an arrow.

"Yes!"

Yuchuan's figure rose and fell with the galloping of the warhorse, but he always remained as steady as a rock.

The spear in his hand was like a dragon emerging from the sea, sometimes sweeping across the sky with a whistling sound, as if it could clear away all obstacles in front of it; sometimes stabbing straight out, with the tip of the spear cutting through the air and making a sharp whistling sound, and he carried an indomitable momentum and went straight to the imaginary enemy in the distance.

On that stern face, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, fixed firmly on the front, as if nothing in the world could escape his sight and control.

The strong wind whistled past his ears, and the ribbons of his armor danced wildly in the wind. Yuchuan and his horse drew a shocking picture of iron and blood between heaven and earth, showing their bravery, fearlessness and domineering spirit.

Both the righteous and evil forces have arrived. "Kill!" A deafening roar came from the righteous camp. In an instant, the righteous cultivators rushed towards the evil army like a tide.

The sword cultivators took the lead in attacking. They were agile and moved through the enemy camp like ghosts.

He swung the long sword in his hand, and sharp sword energy crisscrossed. Wherever it passed, the black robes of the demon cultivators were cut and blood splattered.

Some sword cultivators displayed exquisite sword moves, with sword shadows as heavy as blooming flowers or falling stars, enveloping the approaching demon cultivators and making them unable to defend themselves.

On the battlefield, the sounds of shouting, screaming, and spell explosions were intertwined.

The blood dyed the ground red and corpses piled up like mountains.

Although the righteous monks were full of justice, the cruelty and strength of the evil cultivators put them in a tough battle.

Although the demon cultivators temporarily gained the upper hand in the battle, the tenacious resistance of the righteous made their advancement extremely difficult.

As time went on, casualties on both sides continued to increase.

The elders of the righteous path were filled with grief when they saw their soldiers falling one after another.

Regardless of their own safety, they resolutely rushed out of the formation and flew towards the area where the demon army was most concentrated.

With his hands dancing, the spiritual power in his body surged out wildly, forming huge spiritual power vortexes that sucked in the approaching demon cultivators and crushed them to pieces.

The demon cultivators were enraged by the crazy actions of these elders, and several masters surrounded them.

They attacked together, unleashing all kinds of magical powers.

The elder gradually lost strength under so many attacks, but he still held on, shouting, "The righteous path will last forever!"

Finally, under a round of fierce attacks from the evil cultivators, the elder's body turned into a ray of light and dissipated into the air, leaving behind only a group of grief-stricken and angry righteous cultivators.

On the demon cultivators' side, a demon general was also killed by the righteous cultivators in the battle.

His body fell to the ground and the demonic flames gradually died down. When the surrounding demon cultivators saw this scene, fear and anger surged in their hearts and they rushed towards the righteous army even more frantically.

In the center of the battlefield, Yu Zibo stood up again and had a thrilling duel with Feng Hanyun.

Yu Zibo held a sharp sword emitting blue light. He displayed the peerless sword skills inherited from his family, and his sword moves were agile and sharp.

The sharp sword drew graceful arcs in the air, and each sword contained powerful spiritual power.

Feng Hanyun held the Phantom Feather in his hand, which emitted a cold glow, and the magic crystal on the top of the Phantom Feather emitted a strange light.

As he waved the Phantom Feather, black smoke came out of his hand, mixed with all kinds of evil curses.

The two men fought back and forth, their figures intertwined, energy fluctuations continued to spread around, and the surrounding soldiers were repelled by this powerful force.

Seeing this, Jin Yan directly confronted Zhong Changqing. After being seriously injured, Zhong Changqing was obviously not as good as Jin Yan who had taken the elixir.

Zhong Changqing covered his chest and looked at Jin Yan fiercely, saying sternly, "As a role model of the righteous path, why do you want to help the demon cultivators? Do you want to share the same hatred with the demon cultivators and become the enemy of the righteous path?"

Jin Yan sneered, "Become an enemy? Your so-called righteous path is nothing but sticking to the old ways and being conservative."

"The demons also have their own way of survival. They just don't want to be suppressed by you righteous people. I am just balancing the power of this world."

Zhong Changqing shouted angrily, "What a joke! The evil deeds of the demon cultivators are notorious, and they have destroyed many lives. You are helping the tyrant to commit atrocities!"

Jin Yan gritted his teeth and said with attention to his manners, "You only see the evil of the demonic cultivators, but you don't see that there are also hypocritical people in the righteous path."

"I help the demons to break this false pattern of good and evil, so that the world will no longer be dominated by your righteous way of speaking, and so that all things will have more choices and possibilities, instead of being bound by your so-called standards of justice."

"Compared to you self-proclaimed righteous people, you are not as clear-headed as the kind-hearted demon cultivators."

Zhong Changqing tightened his grip on the sword, "Oh, with someone like you, you actually became an immortal. You are dishonoring the way of heaven!"

Jin Yan narrowed his eyes and couldn't help cursing, "Zhong Changqing! Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. You specially chose the day of the princess' wedding to gather the rulers of the five countries here, and used secret medicine to make the demon cultivators go out of control and slaughter the rulers of the four countries for you. You also used a legitimate reason to gather the righteous cultivators in this world to launch a general attack on the demon cultivators. This plan can unify the five countries and also make a plan to purge the demon cultivators. The final result is not just to dominate alone. Your abacus beads are about to fall on my face, and you still have the nerve to accuse me of aiding and abetting the evil!"