Feng Biyun looked at the giant boat that was gradually moving away, clenched his fists unwillingly, and couldn't help but turn around and glare at the smooth old man.

"Why do fellow Taoists Feng look at me like this? Do you really want to fight that demon cultivator?" The smooth old man stroked his beard and asked with a smile.

"Huh!" Feng Biyun snorted coldly, turned around and flew back to the nameless barren mountain that had almost collapsed.

The old man named Zhou from the Jujian Sect also sighed and flew back with Feng Biyun.

Watching the two people leaving, the smooth old man gently stroked his beard and smiled, with a hint of evil in his eyes.

On the battlefield, Lu Yunze slumped on the ground in a very unqualified manner, with a trace of happiness in his eyes that he had survived the disaster.

However, at this moment, no one will say anything to him anymore. It's not that he has any awe because of his killing of Jiedan. It's just that on this battlefield, Lu Yunze is already the one who pays more attention to his image.

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Looking around, some people were seriously injured and fell to the ground wailing feebly. Some people had empty eyes and were slumped on the ground, covered with the blood of unknown people. Others had blood-red eyes and were kneeling on the ground and roaring loudly, as if

A crazy beast.

Among them was Huang Maple Valley Lin Xuanyue, who had approached Lu Yunze.

At this time, she was sitting on the ground with dull eyes. Her yellow shirt had already been dyed red with blood. Two ferocious bloody mouths were opened on her lower abdomen, and traces of blood were leaking out. If not, she could still hear Ruowuowu's breathing.

If there is a sound, then she is no different from a corpse at this time.

Right in front of her, the seven or eight monks including Junior Brother Liu from the Jujian Sect, Senior Brother Yue from the Huadaowu Sect whom she had seen before fell to the ground and became cold corpses. There were two more people behind her, each wearing a

The clothes in Tianque Castle and Huang Maple Valley have the same empty eyes, like walking zombies.

Among them, the Yellow Maple Valley monk was only seventeen or eighteen years old. One of his left arms was missing. The broken arm was scorched black, as if it had been burned by flames.

If Lu Yunze remembered correctly, there should be a few people in their small group. He didn't know whether they got separated during the battle or were beaten to pieces by the magic weapon of the demonic monk.

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Yunze slowly stood up and helped clean up the battlefield.

This year, Lu Yunze is twenty-nine years old.

This overly realistic world spent hundreds of lives to teach him a lesson that was twenty-nine years overdue.

In this battle, the seven sects clearly set up an ambush to encircle and annihilate the Demonic Dao. However, after the battle, the seven sects' monks suffered more than a hundred casualties, with only a small number surviving. However, the Demonic Dao only left less than a hundred corpses.

This is all thanks to the seven sects of alchemy-forming monks who were able to free their hands in time, otherwise the casualties of the demonic path would have been even smaller.

Lu Yunze sighed, turned the corpses of several demonic monks into ashes, turned around and walked back to the Hidden Moon Sect's team.

Compared to the other six sects, the Hidden Moon Sect suffered the fewest casualties. Even so, more than a dozen foundation-building disciples died.

Almost everyone left was injured and their mana was severely overdrawn.

"Senior Brother Lu..." Junior Sister Zhu, who had tried to talk before, came up to her. There was a touch of bright red on her delicate face, and she didn't know whose blood it was.

"We won the battle, right? Will the devil come again?" Junior Sister Zhu's body was trembling slightly.

The dozens of other monks were all shocked when they heard this, and looked at Lu Yunze with almost pleading look on their pale faces.

"Don't think so much..." Lu Yunze opened his mouth and managed to make a hoarse voice from his throat.

"The demonic path has been defeated by us. Let's have a good rest and wait for the sect's new orders."

Lu Yunze looked at these people, and his dry voice seemed extremely hoarse and unpleasant. But these people seemed to have suddenly found their backbone, and they relaxed instantly and collapsed on the ground. A few younger female nuns even covered their faces.

, burst into tears in a low voice.

Those present were all foundation-building monks, and they had all killed people to some extent and seen blood.

But that is completely different from the battlefield. Here they are just small pieces of meat in the flesh and blood mill, and they may die meaninglessly at any time.

Lu Yunze's back was still tense and he did not dare to relax at all.

Until a familiar voice sounded behind him.

"Lu Yunze, you... did a good job."

Fairy Nishang landed behind Lu Yunze and patted his shoulder with complicated eyes.

"I will ask the sect for your merit. After this battle, you and these disciples should be able to rest for a while."

Lu Yunze nodded calmly and said nothing.

"Be more open-minded, this is inevitable." Fairy Nishang sighed and glanced at the dead bodies on the ground.

"This is the battlefield, you have to learn to get used to it."

Lu Yunze remained silent and nodded.

"Let's go, the camp is almost ready, I'll take you to see it." Fairy Nishang said softly.

Lu Yunze remained silent, slowly standing up his back and straightening his tense body inch by inch.

The Dantian in the body trembled suddenly as if it had been stimulated by something. A trace of magic power was introduced into the limbs and bones, and began to move on its own. With a little bit of five-color aura, several meridians instantly penetrated, and the stagnation and obscurity in the operation of the skills in the past disappeared completely.

The bottleneck that had troubled him for many days disappeared without a trace at this moment.

This year, the Demonic Dao invaded, and the first battle between the seven sects of the Yue Kingdom and the Six Demonic Dao sects ended with a tragic victory for the seven sects.

Also in this year, Lu Yunze was 29 years old and advanced to the late stage of foundation building.

Lu Yunze can't remember clearly what happened next.

I just vaguely remembered that I seemed to have slept for several days and had nightmares one after another. Then I started to go out to help several monks in the alchemy stage to look after their fellow disciples, record their military exploits, and arrange formations. They were so busy that they never touched the ground.

As for the spoils of this battle, the Hidden Moon Sect received a lot of them. Lu Yunze had no interest in these ordinary foundation-building magic cultivators, so he gave them all to others.

Fairy Nishang didn't say anything, she just threw him a storage bag that night.

That was the storage bag of the demon cultivator in the pill formation stage who was killed by him with the soul-stealing needle.

It was originally a rare good thing, but when Lu Yunze opened the storage bag, he found that there were only more than a thousand spiritual stones, a few ordinary refining materials and a few intermediate talismans inside.

This man is ridiculously poor!

Lu Yunze's already not very good mood became even more depressed.

Just like that, seven days passed by in a flash.

On this day, Lu Yunze was leading a group of fellow disciples to maintain the formation, when he suddenly saw three escaping lights on the horizon.

In the blink of an eye, the escape light flew over the crowd, revealing three figures: two men and one woman.

The leading man looked to be only in his twenties, with an upright appearance and imposing manner, but for some unknown reason, there was always a feminine air in his movements.

When this person saw Lu Yunze and others, he immediately frowned and asked unceremoniously: "Where is the meeting camp?"

Sensing the unfathomable cultivation levels of the people in the air, the disciples of the Hidden Moon Sect suddenly turned pale and subconsciously looked at Lu Yunze.

"I'm Lu Yunze of the Hidden Moon Sect, I wonder why the three seniors are here?" Lu Yunze asked expressionlessly.

"You..." Seeing that Lu Yunze dared to show such an attitude, the leading man suddenly became furious, and with a flash of light in his hand, he wanted to give him a taste of pain.

At this moment, the man on the other side suddenly stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Lu Yunze? Are you Master Qiong's disciple?" The man who spoke was about forty years old. The fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were slightly narrowed, and he looked very kind.

"My master is Qiong Wuji. May I ask who your senior is?"

"Sure enough, I've heard that Uncle Qiong has taken on an incredible disciple, and today I saw him as something truly extraordinary." The man nodded with a smile.

"These two are Wen Daoyou from Huadaowu Gate and Lingyu Fairy from Lingbeast Mountain. I am the elder of the Biyue Sect, and my name is Xu Ruoqing. Just call me Senior Brother Xu."

Lu Yunze quickly raised his hands and saluted, "I don't dare, I have seen Uncle Xu."

He has always been a very confident person. When he was in the qi training stage, he dared to call the monks in the foundation building stage because he had both seniority and matching strength. But it is different now.

There is still a long way to go.
Chapter completed!