On the top of the city wall, a cultivator who was setting up an altar and performing a ritual with a dozen disciples suddenly had his spell broken. Under the influence of the protective formation, he spat out a mouthful of thick blood, and blood continued to flow out of his eyes, nostrils, and ears.
The faces of several disciples who were standing on the altar instantly turned purple and black. Their souls were torn apart by the pulling and they fell to the ground. A wisp of their true spirits went straight to the underworld.
“Master!”
“Master!”
"Grandmaster!"
Several disciples standing outside to protect the Dharma watched as the spiritual light of the great formation exploded layer by layer, a corner of the city wall collapsed, and dust filled the sky. They rushed up in panic, only to see corpses all over the ground and the master half-kneeling on the ground.
The immortal cultivator who was in charge of controlling the city defense formation barely stood up and looked at the thousand-meter-tall giant god outside the city. His face was also filled with horror: "A demon cultivator in the possession realm."
"Quickly fill in the gaps! The formation cannot be broken. If it is broken, the city will be destroyed."
His shrill roar immediately awakened his disciples, and soon several disciples stood up and stood on the altar. The originally shaky formation was stabilized again.
At this time, the magical weapons, bed crossbows and stone crossbows, were unloaded from the boats on the opposite side and carried by the mountain ghosts outside the city.
The mountain ghost was about ten feet tall, with a ghost face and fangs, but under the control of these barbarian soldiers and demon monks and the chains, it seemed extremely obedient. Rows of demons and hundreds of mountain ghosts lined up outside the city, locked with iron chains. It didn't look like a war, but rather like demons attacking the city.
"put."
With a wave of the hand by the general of Yeting Kingdom, thousands of magical crossbows and stone crossbows were fired one after another. One could see the crossbow arrows and flints engraved with Taoist magic shot out one after another, falling from the sky and turning into powerful spells that bombarded the city defense formation of Fengyang City.
“Boom boom boom boom!”
The scene was like a falling meteor, with flames and various Taoist magic exploding on the light curtain of the city defense formation.
Looking out from the city, you can see layers of beautiful halos of various colors dazzling in the sky of Fengyang City, as brilliant as fireworks.
But at the moment, no one in the city was in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery. The cries of children and the panic of women could be heard from every household, and the people responsible for rescuing people in the collapsed streets were frightened and collapsed on the ground.
Although large city defense formations had been set up in all the important border towns and county cities, except for daily repairs, these formations were rarely opened once every hundred years. The people in the city had never even seen the light curtain that covered the sky and the sun, let alone the horrifying vision that followed the start of the war.
Arrows were shooting, flints were falling to the ground, rays of light were shooting from the sky and earth, bombarding Fengyang City continuously. The loud noises continued without any pause.
The Yeting army outside the city did not sit and wait for the formation to be broken. Dozens of demon cultivators chanted spells, and blood curses continued to spread from the blood cups in their hands. The demons in front of them suddenly grew larger, their faces became more ugly and hateful, and their eyes turned blood red.
Hundreds of demons that were as tall as 20 to 30 meters and as big as hills, wearing armor, rushed towards the wall of Fengyang City. Reckless, the formation in the sky transformed into countless sword lights that fell down and cut many demons in half. However, some powerful demons used their magical powers to withstand the sword lights and smashed the wall.
"boom!"
“Boom boom!”
"Bang dong!"
The sky was shaking and the earth was trembling. There was a rain of fire falling from the sky and demons attacking the city on the ground.
The earth was torn apart and the sky was burning. The Fengyang County City, which was originally as beautiful as a paradise, seemed to be dragged into hell.
The guards on the city wall immediately took out their crossbows, and took turns injecting blood into them and shooting them out, continuously shooting at the roaring and shouting monsters that were rushing towards the city walls and formations, and even at the monsters that were jumping on the top of the city walls.
In addition, real fire refined oil was poured on the city wall, turning the city outside the city wall into a sea of fire.
This city wall reinforced with magic and spiritual materials is already far superior to diamond, not to mention the protection of a large formation. However, under such fierce bombardment, flaws and damage gradually appeared. The formation patterns engraved on the city wall gradually faded and collapsed, and the ground cracked and destroyed the formation corners buried at the foot of the city wall.
The Yeting Kingdom's army outside the city saw a gap in the formation and the city wall, and quickly attacked here. From all directions, the barbarian army came up like a tide and ants, trying to rush into the city along the collapsed city wall and the gap in the formation.
"kill!"
"Stop them and plug the gap!"
At this point, the situation has completely come to a battle of swords. The soldiers of the Yeting Kingdom formed into war formations and used their combined magical powers to continuously use sword energy to attack the city. The guards in the city carried large shields and held long spears in their hands, forming battle formations and rushing forward to block the gaps.
The fighting and clashes continued until nightfall, and the bones piled up in the collapsed gaps were as high as the nearby city walls.
Later, the two sides fought on a mountain of corpses, with sword energy and rain of fire overhead, and Shen Zhou was using magic and sword flashes everywhere.
Some people don't know how they died until they die. It may be that the rain of fire from the sky pierced their chest, or it may be that the overflowing sword energy cut off their heads.
A golden gong was struck in the distance, and the sound echoed for dozens of miles. Then the army of Yeting Kingdom began to withdraw, and the defenders of Fengyang City were finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.
But everyone knows that night does not mean a truce. These barbarians, demons and magic monks in the Shiwandashan Mountains are best at fighting at night. Once night falls, the most dangerous moment for Fengyang City will truly arrive.
By then, the commander of the Yeting Kingdom's army outside the city will really take action. With a powerful demon in the realm of possession leading tens of thousands of troops, the entire Fengyang City will be doomed.
Zou Hongjun, the principal of Fengyang Academy, was in Fengyang City at the moment, hiding in a large house in the north of the city with his disciples and the wives and families of Fengyang County officials. The spacious front hall of the house was filled with frightened women and children.
Principal Zou Hongjun was gazing at the sky and the distance, and had already seen the situation of the entire Fengyang City.
"Fengyang City can no longer be defended!"
When Zou Hongjun saw the military spirit and murderous aura of the barbarians in the distance, he knew that a killing was coming. The headmaster of Fengyang Academy quickly dispersed all the disciples from Fengyang County in the academy and asked them to return to their families quickly.
The remaining academy disciples who did not have time to evacuate or whose families lived far away were quickly brought into Fengyang City together with people from various villages and towns outside the city. At that time, the city was in chaos. The demon monks and barbarian spies wanted to destroy the city defense formation, and the guards in the city were searching and killing them everywhere.
Soldiers rushed through the streets holding torches high. Chaos and roars could be heard everywhere. Inside the mansions, many female students from Fengyang Academy and wives of Fengyang officials were sobbing in fear.
The headmaster Zou Hongjun and the wife of the Fengyang County Magistrate were trying to comfort the women, but they were also looking outside the city with great worry, as if they both knew that it would be difficult for the empty Fengyang City alone to resist the aggressive Yeting Kingdom army.
Several female disciples who came from the capital to study at Fengyang Academy had lost contact with their families some time ago because of the chaos in the capital, and they could not return to the capital because of the rebellion of the Six Kings. Now even Fengyang Academy has been burned down by the barbarian soldiers, and Fengyang City is about to be breached. They are looking at the dean at a loss. This middle-aged beauty who looks a little stern has become their last support and reliance.
"Shanzhang! Are we going to die here?"
"I heard that the barbarians are cannibals, and they like to eat tender young girls the most."
"There are still demons outside. They will definitely eat people if they come into the city."
"Oooooh! I don't want to be eaten!"
The group of teenage girls were already frightened and at a loss, and now they completely collapsed.
A female teacher from Fengyang Academy stood up at this time and severely rebuked them, "What nonsense! What do I usually teach you? Look at you. Do you still look like a disciple of the academy? As a disciple of the academy..."
"Besides, you are disciples of the academy, and you are the true disciples of our Fengyang Academy. No matter how bold the Yeting Kingdom and the Demon Sect are, they dare not touch our academy."
At this time, a female disciple said weakly: "Those barbarian soldiers burned down the academy. The academy and the teacher are all in the county. It's too late to save us now."
"You..." The female teacher was so angry that she almost died.
Although Fengyang Academy is also among the twenty-four academies, it is ranked last. Unlike other academies and the five major palaces, it also practices archery and swordsmanship, and possesses various righteous techniques to fight against the enemy. On weekdays, if it encounters some ordinary monsters and ghosts, it can of course deal with them easily. Now that the army is approaching and the giant of the magic way is outside the city, even the principal of Fengyang Academy seems extremely powerless.
It was included in the Twenty-Four Academies only because it admitted women. However, it was also excluded by many academies and several major palaces, who believed that women should not be considered part of the academy.
At this time, Zou Hongjun, the principal of Fengyang Academy, looked outside the city, the widespread grief inside the city, and the disciples and female relatives around him, and finally sighed.
She said to a teacher beside her who had never spoken, her cold eyes showing a hint of determination: "Take out the picture of the saint! Then come with me to see the county governor!"
He then looked at the wife of the Fengyang County Magistrate who was also standing in the lobby of the front room and said, "Please come with me, Madam."
The wife of the Fengyang County Magistrate was first extremely shocked, and then turned into ecstasy: "Saint Picture? Could it be a holy object left behind by a saint in the academy?"
She was also exclaiming in her heart: "Fengyang Academy actually has such a heritage. I'm afraid it's something that only the five major academies can have. Fengyang Academy is ranked last and has the weakest heritage. I didn't expect that it could actually produce such a holy object. It's true that the inheritance of the academy should not be underestimated."
Many female teachers and backyard disciples immediately raised their heads and looked at the headmaster Zou Hongjun in shock. Even when the academy that had been run for hundreds of years and painstakingly built by sages of successive generations was burned to the ground, they were reluctant to take out the sage's things. The reason why these teachers and backyard disciples were so calm was because they knew that they had the sage's map, and no accidents would occur even if they encountered a critical situation.
"Shanzhang, this is a gift from the saint!"
"Shanzhang, do you really want to use the Sage Diagram?"
"The academy has been passed down for thousands of years, and only this item can be called a precious artifact. Even if it is passed down for ten thousand generations, it is enough!"
Many of today's teachers were disciples who had followed the headmaster in his travels in the past and had met Saint Feng. This Saint's Diagram could be useful even when facing immortals and gods. Now it is being used in Fengyang City and on a demon cultivator who is only in the possession realm. It can be said to be a waste of resources.
Fengyang Academy Principal Zou Hongjun shook his head: "When the Saint Feng gave me the Fengyang Academy this Saint Map, he might have anticipated the current situation."
"It is far better to save the people of this city with a picture than to hang it in a dark room of a college and let it be covered in dust."
"Besides, we are disciples of the academy. How can we watch the people of the city fall into danger without saving them? If I disregard the lives of the people of the city today, even if I leave this picture of the saint behind, how can I face the saints and ancestors of the academy in the future? How can I face the saints and be worthy of their gifts in the past?"
It was at this time that many disciples who were sitting cross-legged in the main house of the mansion realized that their academy actually had such a heritage, a picture of a saint left behind by Saint Feng.
The officials' families who were also hiding in the mansion also looked at Zou Hongjun, the principal of Fengyang Academy. Most of these people were from aristocratic families. Even if they did not know Feng Sheng's other identity, they knew the significance of the holy objects left by a saint, especially those left by Feng Sheng.
In the past, Saint Feng ascended to the upper realm with Xundu Academy and the entire Juntian Realm, and the Five Saints were listed together in the sky. The holy objects left by Saint Feng can definitely save the entire Fengyang City from the crisis at this moment.
In this age when gods and demons appear in the world, it is not uncommon for one person to be as powerful as a million soldiers, let alone a god.
The female relatives of the officials of Fengyang City, both big and small, were discussing: "We are saved, we are saved. Fengyang Academy actually has a scroll of saint painting left behind by a saint."
"There are tens of thousands of troops outside. What use can a scroll of the sage's picture be?" A young female member of the family immediately raised the question.
A girl who looked well-educated stood up. She should be the daughter of an official. "Saint Feng is the number one saint in the academy. The strongest person in the world is also an immortal saint from the upper realm. If this is really a holy object he left behind, let alone tens of thousands of troops, even if a martial arts immortal came, it would make no difference."
The wife of the Fengyang County Magistrate walked back and forth, and finally a hint of joy appeared on her originally panicked face. She bowed to the headmaster of Fengyang Academy again and again and thanked him: "On behalf of the people of the whole city, I would like to thank the saint, the academy and the headmaster."
At this time, the teacher of the academy finally took out an exquisite and precious long box from the depths of the room. It was locked with layers of secret patterns and was specially customized. Once an outsider touched it, it would alarm the sage's qi inside. Even a powerful person in the realm of immortality could not withstand the backlash of the sage's qi.
Such a box is worth a fortune, but compared with the things inside it, everyone feels that using such a box to hold the holy objects is like letting the holy objects be covered in dust.
After taking the box, Headmaster Zou Hongjun opened it carefully, and rays of light burst out from the gaps, illuminating the entire house. A majestic aura emanated from it, like the eternal sacred Mount Kunlun pressing on everyone's heart.
"This is the thing of a saint!" Such a thought emerged in everyone's heart.
Before everyone had a chance to see clearly what was in the box, the headmaster Zou Hongjun immediately closed it, let out a long sigh, and then took the box to the City God Temple and the County Magistrate's Mansion which were not far away. Now all the officials from Fengyang City were gathered in that area, and if the city was breached, that would be the last place of defense.