"no!"
No matter how well Zhang Feixuan persuaded him, Song Yin was determined and just said "No".
Before his expression changed, Song Yin said, "What you said makes sense, but the evil is right in front of us, how can we not destroy it! This is not worthy of my status as a great immortal, and not worthy of my master's careful teachings!"
Zhang Feixuan said earnestly: "Brother, this evil way is different from the evil way. It..."
"This time you take the mortals back, and Junior Brother and I will go to the battlefield. Junior Brother can also gain some experience."
"It shouldn't be as powerful as the royal family. Senior brother should be able to sweep it away." Zhang Feixuan changed his words instantly.
Don't let them go.
That's okay.
Even Lingling, who loved the hustle and bustle the most, kept silent at this moment.
She is crazy, but not stupid. I have some knowledge of this.
Since ancient times, no one has ever been friendly on the battlefield where practitioners have participated.
Moreover, there is too much resentment over there, and even with the presence of the eldest senior brother, he may not be able to suppress it.
"I will follow my brother's orders!" Sun Jiubei's eyes lit up and he clenched his fists.
Yay!
I can go to the battlefield with my senior brother!
Sun Jiubei bared his teeth, looking delighted.
There is nothing more refreshing than slaying demons and monsters together with the eldest brother.
Yay!
The others were also delighted.
It would be best if you don't go on adventures with Senior Brother.
After deciding on the itinerary, the next step was to gather the mortals. That was a very simple matter, just like the old practice in the two cities. Although the things could not be taken away, the senior brother still conjured up food and gave it to Huang Feng, and then the troops were divided into two groups.
Without the eldest brother and the younger brother, Wang Qizheng had no more scruples and asked, "Second brother, why did you change your words? If you can persuade the eldest brother, won't it save us more effort?"
Zhang Feixuan looked back at the mortals who were divided into many convoys, rolled his eyes and said, "You know shit."
"In the eyes of the eldest brother, there is no such thing as a different evil way. Cannibalism is an evil way, but this 'famous and upright sect' is not an evil way? Do you think that the sect of power and wealth is a big deal in our eyes?"
Wang Qizheng shook his head: "Not really."
"Yes, they are not evil at all. They are not harming anyone. They are just collecting some property. What's the big deal? But you regard them as the most evil. Isn't that strange? They are all evil. How can they be divided into strong and weak? Can I say that evil can also be divided into those who eat humans and those who don't?"
Zhang Feixuan said: "If I dare to say so, Senior Brother will divide me first."
Wang Qi was stroking his chin, as if he was thinking something, and finally nodded, "That makes sense!"
…
Sand wind blew up, sweeping away the dust and mist, carrying a scent of blood around.
The land was filled with yellow sand and was now full of corpses. The corpses were all wearing different clothes. Some were lightly dressed, just coarse linen clothes, some were wearing armor and had sores on their waists and abdomens, and some were wearing gorgeous clothes, with a jade pendant on their waists that looked like a hand or a mouth swaying in the wind.
Some corpses were swallowed up by the flowing sand and disappeared in the endless yellow sand.
"kill!"
On the other side of the sand, the two teams started fighting with shouts.
Most of them were arranged in battle formations, weapons clash, bows and crossbows were fired from the rear, bullets flew everywhere, and people fell down in an instant.
On the battlefield, the projectile bow hit a man but just bounced off. That man was not wearing any armor or even half naked, allowing the weapons of the soldiers in front of him to hit him. His body shook and the weapons broke. He punched out and blew someone's head off.
"Hahaha"
The man laughed out loud, but before he could finish laughing, a cloud of smoke appeared inexplicably behind him. A figure appeared in the smoke and stabbed the man in the chest with a blow from behind, digging out his heart.
puff!
But before the man could feel proud of himself, a bolt of lightning descended from the side and struck his head directly, blasting his skin and flesh into pieces, causing him to fall to the ground.
The yellow sand in the area where they were located turned into a whirlpool and became quicksand, swallowing up all the corpses.
This place is a world of quicksand, and is also the battlefield between Nanping and Beigao.
No one knows how this quicksand world was formed. It is difficult for mortals to pass through, and it has become the boundary separating the two countries. After the war broke out, both sides fought here without any prior agreement.
Since the beginning of the war, people have been dying here every day. Not only ordinary people are dying, but even the Qi Refiners who have died will die in this quicksand world. Some of them can't even recover their bodies as they are swallowed up by the quicksand.
It shouldn't have been like this.
Even for cultivators at the Qi Refining Stage, when they started fighting, they would leave room for maneuver and stop when the time was right.
After all, everyone relies on mortals to practice, and mortals just need to fight for life and death, and they reap the benefits. However, as the battle becomes increasingly intense, in order to prevent the other side from leaving the battlefield, some people can't hold back and start to take action.
Once this happens, it’s natural that I can’t control myself.
Although those high-level Qi Refiners can ensure that nothing happens to them, low-level Qi Refiners do not have so many means. Once they enter the battlefield, they are just like ordinary people, and their life and death are left to fate.
Once they entered the battlefield, those who were not invulnerable to swords and guns were rushed forward by mortals and attacked by all kinds of weapons, and they died anyway.
Those who were physically strong were killed by the same Qi Refiners who took the opportunity to do so, and then they were killed by other Qi Refiners.
This place has become a bloody scene.
But even in a field of blood and flesh, they seemed to follow some kind of tacit understanding and did not step out of line.
But recently, the situation on the battlefield seems to be out of control.
"Support! Change of defense!"
At the front line of the Nanping Kingdom battlefield, a loud roar came from a large army tent: "Where are they! We didn't send a letter, why haven't they come yet!"
The one who roared was a Qi Refiner from the Soundless Sect, an eighth-level existence, an elite in the Soundless Sect, and also the general on this battlefield.
Naturally, there are no ordinary people in the military account, they are all fellow disciples.
"Brother, the letter has already been sent, so he should have come by now," said a fifth-level junior brother next to him.
"I didn't see a single person!"
The eighth-rank man gritted his teeth and said, "They've been fighting like crazy, but no one is coming. The beasts from Beigao Country are about to break through the Quicksand Realm. If they cross the border, you and I will lose our heads!"
He is at the eighth level of 'sitting meditation'. This stage is a time when one needs to gain enlightenment all the time. If it is not his turn, he would not be willing to come.
But they are only at the eighth level, and they are not land immortals. They can fight however they want in the Quicksand Realm. But if Beigao Kingdom is allowed to break out of the Quicksand Realm, they will lose the battle.
This is what happens when cultivators go to war. They are all from the same sect, so they don't really want to destroy a country, and they can't.
There are land immortals in the Nanping Kingdom and the Beigao Kingdom as well.
The dispute has lasted for hundreds of years, and there is a tacit understanding that whoever gets out of the Quicksand Realm will lose.
But if you are not a land immortal, as long as you are on the battlefield, you will die one day.
As for mortals
Whether mortals live or die has little to do with them. On the contrary, the morale generated on the battlefield by the death of mortals is good. The morale generated by the chain reaction caused by the death of a mortal can also be absorbed.
"Report!"
Suddenly, a disciple rushed in from outside the military tent, with a terrified look on his face, as if he had seen something extremely terrible. He stammered, "There are two, two people outside."