Behind the Kunlun Mountains, there was a raging sea of fire and thick smoke.
Amid the deafening shouts and cries of killing, nearly 100,000 demon troops gathered into a rolling torrent, roaring like wild beasts and launching a continuous fierce charge towards the southern Kunlun Mountains.
All the major sects of the human race in the Kunlun Mountains united together to form a large formation that was like a sky curtain, stretching for more than ten thousand miles from west to east.
As the sky collapsed and the earth broke apart, magical lights flickered in the ruined forest, stirring up clouds of dust. A huge demon over ten feet tall took heavy steps, wielding a heavy hammer in his hand and smashing it fiercely on the formation's barrier.
boom!
The barrier shook, and hundreds of human cultivators in the back vomited blood and flew backwards. A dozen Nascent Soul cultivators immediately surrounded them and together released thunder from their palms.
The beautiful girl, covered in silver, flowed like water, quickly from the rear of the demon army to the outside of the formation. The silver liquid turned into a solid barrier, firmly blocking the thunder in the sky.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The huge demon hammer continuously struck the formation, creating large spider-web-like cracks.
The human race's divine cultivators and the demon race's divine true demons stood under the blood-red sky, their figures crisscrossing and colliding back and forth, with swords flashing and sabers raining, and explosions shaking the sky.
The Nascent Soul cultivators fought against the Yuanmo warriors, while other cultivators and demons fought against each other across the formation.
The blazing flames licked the earth mercilessly, the artillery fire continued, thick smoke billowed in the air, blood flowed like a river, and corpses were everywhere.
The battle was extremely fierce!
Behind the demon army, Shen Mingjing, wearing a heavy cloak, stood on the top of a high mountain, protected by Bing Ling and two other local gods and demons, and looked at the entire battlefield from afar.
The burning flames were like a giant fire dragon, crawling and winding on the charred earth. The ashes were blown all over the sky by the strong wind, like a heavy snow.
Shen Mingjing reached out, caught a piece of ash, and crushed it bit by bit between his fingertips.
Bing Ling watched silently behind Shen Mingjing. Compared with his previous disdain for Shen Mingjing, he has fully witnessed Shen Mingjing's skills during this period of time.
In just one month, Shen Mingjing used the time turbulence to save time and almost simultaneously conquered the eight tribes and more than 30 branches of the entire Demon Realm. He acted decisively and ruthlessly.
All of this was incompatible with his weak appearance, making Bing Ling realize again how strong Shen Mingjing was.
As a descendant of the Ice Demon Saint, Bing Ling is smarter than other brutal demons and has read several military books left by the Saint Ancestor.
Seeing the evenly matched battle between the demons and humans in the Kunlun Mountains, although the humans suffered heavy casualties and the demons also lost a lot of troops, Bing Ling was very puzzled. This was not like Shen Mingjing's usual way of doing things.
"Ask whatever you want."
Shen Ming didn't even look back at the camera, he put down his hand and said coldly.
Bing Ling frowned and said, "I don't understand why we have to use such a head-on fighting style. Since we are evenly matched, shouldn't we avoid the opponent's sharp edge and fight in a roundabout way?"
Shen Mingjing looked back at Bing Ling in surprise and snorted, "No wonder you were able to stand out among this generation of ice demons and be valued by the Demon Lord. It is rare for you to have such insight in my demon clan."
Shen Mingjing turned his head and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"If you can think so, then the humans will think so too. They will think that our demon race has many times more troops than humans, and we have enough power to split our forces and bypass the Kunlun Mountains to attack the human heartland."
"In this case, they will have to choose to split their forces and guard the eastern and western passes. Then, the human race's strength on the front battlefield will inevitably be weakened. If I do the opposite and concentrate my forces on the frontal attack, won't my chances of winning be greater?"
Bing Ling nodded thoughtfully, "But the human race's defense formation is also very strong. We can't take it down in a short time. What if reinforcements come from the east and west? How will we deal with it?"
On the battlefield ahead, the ten trolls attacking the formation were killed by a blue-clothed swordsman who suddenly appeared. Dozens of Jindan monks immediately filled in the lost eye of the formation and tried their best to repair the formation.
Shen Mingjing smiled indifferently, "The west borders the Wu Clan's territory. The human race in the west will not come to help. They can't afford the risk. As for the troops in the east, they won't come either."
"Why?" Bing Ling was puzzled.
Shen Mingjing waved his hand, spreading a piece of map light and shadow in front of him, and pointed to a river west of the Kunlun Mountains.
"Chishui?" Bing Ling recognized the river.
Shen Mingjing nodded. "The Chishui River originates from Kunlun and flows through the heartland of the human race. All the major cities of the human race are built along the Chishui River. If they dare to withdraw the troops guarding the Chishui River, then things will be even simpler."
Bing Ling's eyes sparkled with admiration, "Master Mirror Demon has thought things through. I appreciate your advice, but this is..."
Bing Ling was still worried that the frontal battle would drag on too long and the demons would suffer too great a loss, which would be disadvantageous for the subsequent war.
But Shen Mingjing didn't seem to care at all. He raised his hand to sweep away the ashes on his shoulders and said, "The difficulty is not breaking the formation, but what happens after breaking the formation."
Up to now, Shen Mingjing has not seen a single human cultivator who has entered from outside the Demonic Abyss. All those who resist the demons are the local humans of the Great Wilderness.
Are they really not afraid of the loss of Kunlun Hill, the invasion of the demons and witches, and the difficulty of reversing the defeat
If the final result is that the Demon Clan and the Witch Clan win, then the Saint Ancestor of the Demon Clan and the Wei of the Witch Clan will strengthen their control over the Great Wilderness. At that time, they will be able to destroy everyone with a wave of their hands, and no one will be able to leave the Great Wilderness alive.
At this time, a mirage appeared out of nowhere on Shen Mingjing's shoulder and cried out at him.
Shen Mingjing's pupils trembled slightly, and Bing Ling also understood the message conveyed by the mirage demon.
"Lord Mirror Demon, the demon tribe has actually sent 30,000 troops up the Red River. What should we do now?"
Shen Mingjing raised his hand and pinched his brows, "This 30,000 demon army is most likely a decoy. What worries me most at the moment is not this demon reinforcement army, but the missing Tai Sui!"
Bing Ling thought for a moment and said, "What if Tai Sui is among the demon reinforcements? What should we do?"
Shen Mingjing had thought about this possibility, and the sudden change of Tai Sui made him a little upset.
He scanned the battlefield again and raised his hand. There was a ball of black, oily stuff on his fingertips. Eight tentacles stretched out and entangled with Shen Mingjing's fingertips.
"Demon octopus?" Bing Ling recognized the insect. It was a snack for young demons in the demon clan.
Shen Mingjing squatted down and put the magic octopus on the ground, "Don't underestimate any weak existence."
As the demon octopus burrowed into the ground, Shen Mingjing's gaze continued to extend westward along the large light curtain connecting the sky and the earth on the battlefield, and finally fell on the back mountain of Xuantian Sword Sect.
Click! Click!
A series of cracking sounds were suddenly heard, as if a mountain had collapsed. A huge crack suddenly appeared in the ground in the valley behind the Xuantian Sword Sect. A black, sticky liquid suddenly rushed up from the ground like a torrent and slammed heavily on the formation barrier.
Shen Mingjing is also an expert in formations. In the previous battle, he had already seen the weak point of the formation, which was located in the back mountain of Xuantian Sword Sect.
The method doesn't have to be new, as long as it works.
As the magic octopus surged and devoured, the large formation barrier in the valley behind the Xuantian Sword Sect was quickly contaminated and turned black, becoming as brittle as an ice shell.
Then, like a chain reaction, cracks appeared all over the entire formation barrier and spread wildly, making sounds like glass shattering.
The rhythm of the fierce battle suddenly paused, and everyone looked towards the formation.
boom!
A stream of magical light hit the formation's barrier, and the entire barrier shattered in front of everyone's shocked eyes!
A smile appeared on Shen Mingjing's lips, "Kill them!"
roar!!!
The entire demon army was excited, and rushed forward unstoppably like a flood.
At the same time, in the south of Kunlun Mountains, outside the gate of Xuantian Sword Sect.
Zhao Fuyi stood at the foot of the mountain, the huge flag in her hand fluttering in the wind. She looked at the fire in the mountain and the demonic fog rising into the sky, rapidly spreading towards this side, and swallowed nervously.
Zhao Fuyi turned her head and looked to the side. Wen Miao was sitting on a tree. Although he was drinking with his head tilted back, his eyes, which were particularly bright in the dark night, were always staring at the magic fog in the mountains.
The strong wind blew past Wen Miao, and all the way eastward, there was a Divine Transformation cultivator guarding the roadside every few steps. And in the boundless dense forest behind them, there were crowds of people, all of them were cultivators from various cities and places in the heartland of the human race.
(End of this chapter)