Chapter 341: Fishing up the giant turtle (Part )
The sound of "jilihuala" came from the city wall. Above the head of each Golden Immortal Captain, there were several "Ji Luo People" sticking their heads out and dropping powerful bombs down with great pleasure.
These Golden Immortal Captains jumped around for a long time, and finally discovered in despair that under the influence of some strange force, they would never be able to jump onto the city wall of Chujing. It was impossible for them to avenge the second prince who was sniped... They had to die in battle, so that their families could perhaps be spared the tragic fate that follows because of their death.
Bombs exploded on them one after another, causing their flesh and blood to fly everywhere and their bones to splatter everywhere.
These guys are indeed very tenacious and their bodies are extremely strong.
They had been bombed for a very long time, and the flesh and blood that fell off their bodies weighed at least millions of pounds. Their huge blood and essence were burning, and new flesh and blood continued to grow in an endless stream.
Xing Tianli kept shaking his head as he watched.
"Tsk tsk, what a waste... Come on, come on, there is a place for you in the Taoist's Tongtian Yuling Banner." With a roll of the small banner above his head, more than two dozen Golden Immortals were rolled up by the invisible force without any resistance, and their souls were directly extracted.
The soul was fed to the ghost slaves, and the body was thrown into the refining formation.
Every physical body of a Golden Immortal has extremely strong potential and incredible prospects for transformation. The physical bodies of these guys are more than a hundred times more attractive than those of the immortal wanderers from the March world.
Around every physical body of a golden immortal, there are more than tens of millions of ghost slaves surrounding him.
They chattered and argued hysterically, discussing which lucky person would eventually own these bodies. In the Tongtian Yuling Banner, ghosts cried continuously, ghost lights flickered in their eyes, and there were gusts of cold wind, which rolled up huge waves of yin energy. The situation was extremely hideous.
In less than two quarters of an hour.
Nearly one million Iron Wall Army soldiers who surrounded Chu Jing all threw themselves into the killing field set up by Xing Tianli. No one escaped, and no one retreated - these Yaksha people had low IQs and stupid brains... In Xing Tianli's view, they were not even qualified fighters, they were just the best cannon fodder!The sound of gunfire, cannon fire, explosions, high-temperature laser bombs and high-energy particle streams flying through the air finally stopped.
The hunting troops surrounding Chu Jing all breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Chu Jing surrounded by a sea of blood and corpses with awe. Nearly a million Iron Wall troops, the elite Yaksha tribe that could easily slaughter more than ten times the number of hunting troops, were so easily slaughtered by the old seniors from their homeland?Among the hunting troops, some soldiers murmured, "It's easier than killing a chicken."
The invisible and traceless power of the immortal soul swept across the huge battlefield and all the hunting soldiers. Xing Tianli noticed that among the tens of millions of hunting soldiers, the faces of many people became extremely distorted.
"Interesting." Xing Tianli murmured.
Given the intelligence and style of the Yaksha tribe, they probably wouldn't be able to place spies or secret agents in the hunting army.
So, what caused these guys with distorted faces after seeing the terrifying fighting power of Xing Tianli and his army to suddenly change their mood? What kind of people were standing behind them?
Shaking his head and smiling, Xing Tianli pointed his finger and used witchcraft to mark all the guys whose faces changed suddenly.
The next moment, Xing Tianli patted his head gently.
That's really stupid.
The magical beacons attached to the hunting soldiers only lasted for less than three breaths on them. The magical power condensed into the beacon quickly spread around, and soon the entire beacon disappeared without a trace.
In this world without any spiritual power, all mystical skills and secret techniques cannot exist unless they are continuously replenished with the primordial Qi.
Xing Tianli shook his head. Isn’t it just a contest of consumption?
Who is afraid of who?
With a point of his finger, a mountain in the capital of Chujing, which was surrounded by dignitaries and used for outings, camping, hunting and banquets, rose from the ground with a "boom" and was directly stuffed into the small tripod in a vital point on the palm of his hand.
The bronze witch fire grew stronger, wisps of witch light wrapped around the mountain and spun gently, and primordial Qi like a sea tide emerged.
Xing Tianli condensed tens of thousands of witchcraft signs again and dropped them on the hunting soldiers whose faces suddenly changed. Strands of primordial Qi continued to grow from the small cauldron, constantly crossing the void and injecting into these tiny signs.
Therefore, the signpost will remain forever, and no matter what these soldiers do, say, or who they meet, it is all under the control of Xing Tianli.
The four gates of Chujing were wide open, and large groups of "sacrificial naked people" rushed out of the city gates with sharp whistles.
As a result, the hunting troops that surrounded them on all sides "fled" in a very coordinated manner. They threw away their armor and countless weapons, and even the armor on their bodies and the weapons in their hands, presenting a scene of great defeat.
All the discarded combat equipment, armor, and weapons were collected by Xing Tianli.
The 'Ji Luo people' carried the relatively intact bodies of the Yaksha people on the battlefield and carried them into Chujing.
Under the fierce artillery fire, most of the Iron Wall Army soldiers were turned into dust. Only the less than 100,000 Yaksha people, who were either physically strong or lucky and were not in the core area covered by the fire, remained largely intact.
All the intact corpses were given the Tongtian Yuling Banner and sent into the refining formation for careful preparation.
High in the sky, the negative energy released by the Tongtian Yuling Banner turned into a huge invisible vortex, and the souls of nearly one million Yaksha people were sucked into the Tongtian Yuling Banner while wailing. Hundreds of millions of ghost slaves cheered and pounced madly on these souls which were of extremely low quality, but each of them was extremely numerous.
Eat big and grow fast.
There was a constant flash of faint light of realm breakthrough on the ghost slaves' bodies, and the ghost energy in the Tongtian Yuling Banner was surging, and the aura was majestic and fierce to the extreme.
This is the advantage of the unconventional methods. As long as they are given enough materials, their breakthrough efficiency will be something that the orthodox practitioners could never dream of and could never catch up with even if they ran themselves ragged.
With the devotion of nearly one million Yaksha people, more than three hundred ghost slaves in the Tongtian Yuling Banner broke through to the Golden Immortal Realm. They roared in a low voice, silently practicing the powerful ghost king method, condensing their powerful ghost bodies into the ghost king body that looked like a metal statue.
The body of the Golden Immortal Realm Ghost King is more than ten feet tall, with a chilling cold glow all over, weighing more than ten thousand tons, and extremely powerful.
In the hunting army, a general of the Xiang family asked Xing Tianli for instructions, then took out the "Dragon Bird" that connected Yaksha City and the northern border garrison, marked each copy of the proofread military intelligence with an urgent mark, and had the "Dragon Bird" carry it into the sky.
Xing Tianli looked towards the hunting army’s camp.
Among the hunting soldiers marked by the flying 'Dragon Bird', there were more than a dozen centurions with the highest status. They mixed other information with the military intelligence and handed it over to the 'Dragon Bird' to take away.
The messages they delivered were written in the ancient bird-and-insect script of Kyushu.
It is impossible for the Yaksha people to learn this kind of writing.
Perhaps, the 'gifted', 'wise and intelligent' first-generation Yaksha King had the wisdom to learn such characters... But which Kyushu Miao descendant would be so idle as to teach the first-generation Yaksha King this uncommonly used font?
The messages conveyed by these generals were all about Xing Tianli and Xiang Liang.
Xing Tianli looked towards the direction of Yaksha City thoughtfully - he had already searched Chisheli's soul, and he already knew the purpose of Chisheli's coming to Chujing.
Chisheli represents the radical faction within the Yaksha tribe, a group of 'Yaksha orthodox' who are more wild, more violent, and have a worse attitude towards the Miao people of Jiuzhou. Their goal is to overthrow certain rules established by the first generation of Yaksha Kings, tamper with the state system of the Western Chu Empire, and completely degrade the Miao people of Jiuzhou to 'food' and 'slaves' just like the other civilizations they conquered!Chisheli came to Chujing in order to bribe and control Chujing's 100,000 Tiger Guards and millions of Iron Wall Army, and completely occupy this important city of Chujing.
There are more than a dozen descendants of the Yaksha King like Chisheli, and they are going to different places with roughly the same goal. If they all succeed, the power they gather together will be enough to compete with the power directly controlled by the Yaksha King's Palace in Yaksha City.
Xing Tianli even knew from the spirit in Chishe that in the past two thousand years, the 'radicals', 'moderates', and 'neutrals' among the Yaksha people had been divided into seven or eight different factions, and they were fighting each other over the throne of the Yaksha King.
Their internal struggles directly affected the Yaksha clan's external conquest wars. Especially in the past thousand years, some of the dark means of the Kyushu Miao people were used by the Yaksha people on the external battlefield. As a result, the number of Yaksha high-level officials who were killed, trapped, or tortured to death was more than 100,000.
These shady methods are not something that these Yakshas can come up with!Tsk!"If you can't fight with force, then crush them with wisdom?" Xing Tianli nodded thoughtfully. He roughly judged who was behind these marked hunting soldiers.
into the night.
In the city of Chujing, the long breathing sounds rolled in like the wind breaking the waves.
In the old Western Chu Imperial Palace, on the platform for viewing the water scenery and swimming fish where the night banquet was held in the Imperial Palace that day, Xiang Yu and hundreds of carefully selected young men from Jiuzhou were sitting cross-legged, silently practicing their profound skills.
The martial arts they practiced was the top-level Wu family fighting technique taught by Xing Tianli. It was all about stimulating the blood and making progress bravely. It was a domineering technique that could greatly increase the speed of practice as long as one was determined and not afraid of death.
These young men all have Xiang bloodline.
Xing Tianli stimulated their ancestral bloodline, and used the witch family's secret technique to make them take witch medicine, which greatly restored their ancestral bloodline power.
In all directions, dozens of formation flags were surging with spiritual light, floating in the air and swaying unsteadily. Wisps of spiritual light outlined the mysterious formation pattern, encircling a small world of a thousand acres. Three small bronze tripods were hung high above, and in each of them, there were dozens of floating mountains. The bronze witch flames were burning little by little, and the pure and incomparable Taichu Qi surged out of the three small tripods like a tide, turning into hundreds of rivers, pouring into the bodies of these young men from their heads.
Looking around, the once majestic, rolling mountains in the old Western Chu Imperial Palace have been swept away, leaving bare flat land everywhere, making the already dilapidated palace complex look even more desolate and ugly.
However, this sacrifice is worth it.
Although the natural mountain scenery within the imperial palace has disappeared, your descendants, the Xiang family, have gained some merit!
Xing Tianli stood beside the platform with his hands behind his back, looking down at the fat and big-eared koi in the lake, and said to himself complacently: "Well, Mr. Xiang Yu, your palace is already shabby, why not mess it up a little more and give it to your descendants? You are taking advantage of it. I tell you."
"The Wu Clan secrets that your Xiang family has obtained can only be considered top-grade, but not extraordinary... Tsk, what I passed on to these little guys are all the top-notch Wu Clan secrets. Your Xiang family has taken a huge advantage."
"But you don't need to thank me for helping our human race flourish and letting the flame of the witch race's bloodline shine through the heavens. Tsk tsk..."
In his mind, in the singularity transformed by the immortal soul, wisps of spiritual light surged, and Xing Tianli nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, yes, not only to let the blood of the Wu clan spread throughout the heavens, but also to the major sects of my Jiuzhou human race. Don't worry, don't worry, just do it bit by bit..."
"Let these little guys have some ability to protect themselves first."
Xing Tianli turned around and looked at Xiang Yu and others.
These hundreds of people are the seeds. When they have mastered the witch clan's secret technique, they will pass it on to more human teenagers, and let them spread it from one to ten, and from ten to a hundred, until it spreads like wildfire and sweeps across the world.
It's impossible for Xing Tianli to do everything by himself.
"You have so many things to learn." Xing Tianli muttered to Xiang Yu and the others, who were breathing deeply, with their muscles twitching and their blood surging, "The Taoism of the Taiqing lineage, the magical powers of the Yuqing lineage, the swordsmanship of the Shangqing lineage, the golden body of Buddhism... uh..."
Within the tiny singularity, endless classics from all the major sects in Kyushu poured out like a tide.
Even though Xing Tianli's immortal soul had been forcibly brought to the Daluo realm, his cultivation in Taoism was only at the Taiyi level. He simply could not understand many profound mysteries.
He was dizzy and gasping for breath. It took him a while to force these books into his immortal soul.
I will slowly comprehend it later.
There are so many profound classics, and he is just a small immortal, not a saint. How can he learn them all? How can he learn them all? It's simply not treating him as a human being.
At dawn.
In the direction of Yaksha City, golden drums roared.
High in the sky, thousands of nine-headed war beasts spread their wings and flew.
On the ground, hundreds of thousands of strange war beasts that looked like Tyrannosaurus Rex, were over thirty feet tall and ran as fast as thunder.
These war beasts, whether flying or running, were all panting and sweating profusely. Beads of sweat, as hot as magma, continuously flowed out through the gaps in their scales, and made a loud "hissing" sound when they fell to the ground.
Huge blood-stained flags fluttered in the wind.
In the middle of the blood flag are two giant crossed swords, and in the middle is a hideous skull with densely packed sharp horns.
The Yaksha people also have their primitive religious beliefs.
In their myths and legends, they were a tribe created by a "Great Yaksha". That Great Yaksha had 36,000 heads, 1.8 million arms, and a body as huge as a star. On each head grew a sharp bone horn, and each bone horn was a magical weapon that could cut everything into pieces. Whenever fighting, the Great Yaksha would pull out the bone horns on his head and hold them tightly in his millions of giant hands as weapons.
This skull covered with sharp horns is the symbol of "Great Yaksha".
In some mysterious rumors among the Yaksha people, the first Yaksha King was the 'Great Yaksha Lord' who created the Yaksha clan, died of exhaustion, and his soul was reincarnated for thousands of generations, and was finally reborn as the first Yaksha King!Well, it's a very familiar smell, a very familiar routine. In short, that's what happened. After the Yaksha King came to power, they followed the legend and arbitrarily forged such a flag with no aesthetic appeal to serve as their royal flag.
In the air, on the backs of thousands of nine-headed war beasts, behind each war beast, stood a dozen Yaksha warriors wearing heavy armor, whose aura clearly reached the level of a half-step Golden Immortal, or even above Golden Immortal.
On the ground, two sets of saddles were placed on the backs of hundreds of thousands of war beasts, and one in front and one behind them sat two Yaksha masters who were at least at the celestial fairyland - the Yaksha master in front was wearing heavy armor, and holding heavy shields, broadswords, heavy axes, spears and other heavy weapons.
The Yaksha master sitting at the back was holding huge quivers filled with large arrows on his branched arms, and his two most important arms were tightly grasping longbows, ready to draw the bows at any time.
The huge army swept through the air and on the ground at the same time, covering an area of more than three hundred miles.
More than two hundred miles away from Chujing, in the sky, the nine war beasts flapped their wings together, and they slowly rose into the sky. Only the largest nine-headed war beast maintained its original height.
So, naturally, everyone's attention inside and outside Chujing was focused on this 'lonely' war beast, whose scales were inlaid with gold foil, and whose whole body was surrounded by golden light, making it extremely gorgeous and solemn.
On the back of the war beast, there was a throne entwined with hundreds of dragons. A Yaksha man who was nearly nine feet tall, with thirty-one heads and nearly three hundred arms, was sitting upright on the throne, with sixty-two fierce eyes staring straight at Chu Jing.
A rough voice roared among the war beasts that soared into the air: "The Yaksha King has arrived. Damn Jilang people, why haven't you all died yet? You, who were lucky enough to escape with your lives, instead of lingering on and hiding in the caves, actually dared to invade my Yaksha world in return."
"You bastards, you ignorant bastards... How did you get in here?"
"In the past three months, no conquest portal has been opened. How did all of you get in? Did some damned guy who deserves to be killed a million times collude with outsiders to let you in secretly?"
"Cough, cough, cough...A-choo!"
The originally murderous and domineering shouting and cursing suddenly became inexplicably funny because of a burst of violent coughing and sneezing.
Xing Tianli's eyes suddenly lit up.
The contemporary Yaksha King?He actually went into battle in person?Tsk, he really dotes on his second son.
(End of this chapter)