Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 437: The Dean said, whoever kills me, he will kill him

Seven thousand miles a day, camp at dusk!
Fifty thousand soldiers from the Panshi Academy of Bailu Mountain stopped in front of Mount Fuyue, a thousand miles southwest of Xuyang City!

The blood and energy rushing to the sky, the murderous spirit surging, were not concealed at all.

The speed of this army's march and the magnificent military appearance and spirit caused an uproar on all sides.

By the time all parties determined Zhang Juzheng's location, the army had already trained and set up camp.

The demonic flames in Xuyang City can be seen from thousands of miles away.

"Zhang Juzheng's army stopped at Mount Fuyue!"

Looking at the map in front of them, seeing that it was only a thousand miles away from Xuyang City, the instructors and masters of Haoran Academy in Yulongchuan were all shocked.

"He, isn't he afraid that the Demon Sect's army will travel thousands of miles to besiege us?" The instructor who spoke had a serious expression.

"Yes, a place a thousand miles away can be reached in just a quarter of an hour for a Grandmaster. How dare he—" A Grandmaster raised his head and looked at Meng Haoran who was standing in front of him before he finished speaking.

Meng Haoran, with a long sword hanging from his waist, looked indifferent and said calmly, "We are thousands of miles apart, who should be afraid?"

Who should be afraid?
Everyone was stunned.

"Given Zhang Juzheng's reputation for traveling 100,000 miles a day and slaughtering 100,000 demons at Yunjue Mountain, I'm afraid they should be afraid of the Demon Sect in Xuyang City, right?" Xun Lin, who was standing beside Meng Haoran, spoke in a low voice.

The teachers looked at each other and opened their mouths, but were speechless for a moment.

They forgot one thing.

Compared to the Demon Sect, Zhang Juzheng seems to be more brutal?

If Xun Lin hadn't reminded them, they wouldn't have thought of comparing Zhang Juzheng and the Demon Sect to see who was more brutal.

Confucianism and Taoism have always been known for their gentleness, and they all forgot that Zhang Juzheng would scare the Demon Sect.

"It's true..."

A young scholar in his thirties clenched his fist and whispered softly.

……

In Xuyang City, blood and fire are pouring down.

The demonic light illuminated the entire city like daylight.

Nine hundred-foot-long blood-red pupils were suspended in the sky above the camp of the 500,000 demon army. The flames flowing in the pupils dyed the sky a hundred miles long dark red.

The ground was roiling with a sea of ​​blood composed of rotting corpses and bones, and each wave was carrying a soul-devouring poisonous fog that could corrode through the protective evil spirits of the Dragon Elephant Realm.

This is the Netherworld Demon Sect’s guardian formation, the Netherworld Blood Sea.

This sea of ​​blood can not only protect the camp, but also provide power for the Netherworld Blood Flag, constantly giving birth to skeletal soldiers.

The souls of those skeletal soldiers whose bodies were shattered will be attracted by the blood flag of the underworld, and then they will be reborn and fight again.

It can be said that with the Netherworld Blood Flag and the Netherworld Blood Sea, the Demon Sect’s army will have endless battles.

At this time, at the Demon Sect’s army camp in Xuyang City, nine human-skin lanterns were swaying at the four corners of the tent, casting thirteen distorted figures on the wall made of skulls.

The rotten corpses floating in the pool of blood rose and fell with the sound of discussion, and from time to time they stretched out their white bony claws to grab the fresh blood food on the table.

"Grand Elder, Zhang Juzheng is thousands of miles away. If we attack him tonight, we will surely defeat his 50,000-strong army." The nine baby skulls embedded in the neck of the middle-aged man who was speaking made a crackling sound.

His name is Bone-Eroding Demon Lord, an elder of the Netherworld Demon Sect, and he has reached the Dragon Elephant Realm.

This demon sect elder, famous for his brutal killings, was covered in purple-black scales, and a faint scent of blood emanated from his breath.

"Attack and kill them?" The old man sitting opposite, dressed in a black demon robe, had a red flash in his eyes. "Erosion Bone, you want to go to Mount Fuyue and kill Zhang Juzheng?"

"If you can kill him, I will give you all my twelve beautiful concubines."

"Haha, I also have two beauties in my tent. How about giving them to the Demon Lord as well?" The skinny middle-aged man with a green felt hat and raised eyebrows on the other side also spoke with a smile.

The Bone-Eroding Demon Lord stared, opened his mouth, snorted coldly, and turned to look at the old man in white robes who was sitting at the head.

The supreme elder of the Netherworld Demon Sect, Minggu, has reached the peak of Dongxuan realm and condensed his own blood sea. The blood sea in the city is under his control.

The Supreme Elder Mingu, who was sitting in the main seat, slowly raised his eyes, not looking at the Bone-Eroding Demon Lord, but looking to the side: "Brother Feng, you have watched Zhang Juzheng take action all the way, so you should have some understanding of him. What do you think?"

A figure walked out from the shadows.

"Elder Feng is here too?"

Seeing this figure, many people in the lobby exclaimed in surprise.

Feng Qingyue, the supreme elder of the Netherworld Demon Sect.

The Moon Shadow Demon Feng Qingyue once fought against the Master and was undefeated.

Feng Qingyue nodded and looked at everyone.

"I have been following Zhang Juzheng all the way from Leiyin Temple, watching him take action."

"This man is ruthless and brutal. He doesn't act like a Confucian or Taoist practitioner at all. Instead, he's more like a demonic cultivator like us." Feng Qingyue's face was solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "He's thousands of miles away. Now, let alone attacking Fuyueshan, we should be wary of him coming to Xuyang City."

Feng Qingyue's expression was gloomy, and his aura was slightly turbulent.

"People like him are capable of anything."

There seemed to be a cool breeze blowing in the lobby.

Everyone's face darkened.

"I'm burying three thousand corpses and exploding puppets outside the camp tonight. If he dares to come, then—"

The old woman who was speaking was called Yin Kui Mother. Her hunchback straightened, and a magic light exploded behind her, and seven silver corpses with golden eyes emerged.

The dragon tattoo on the Bone-Eroding Demon Lord's back twisted, and his expression changed. "I will awaken the demon-feeding abyss..."

"Enough!" Elder Mingu shouted coldly, with bloodshot eyes.

"Zhang Juzheng hasn't arrived yet, and you're so panicked?"

"Even if he comes——"

Before he could finish his words, blood suddenly exploded outside his body.

"boom--"

The whole city was filled with a sea of ​​blood, and blood-red light and shadows shot up for hundreds of feet.

"Zhang Juzheng is here!" Feng Qingyue shouted loudly, and her body turned into a breeze.

The other masters in the hall flew up, rushed out of the house, and landed on the top of the city wall.

Outside the city, a team of lightly armored cavalry lined up.

The leading general held the reins with one hand and the scroll with the other, and galloped forward on horseback.

"Lu Jiuyuan of the White Deer Academy's Panshi Division and the White Deer Camp, under the orders of the dean, has come to deliver a declaration of war."

The cavalry stopped three hundred feet outside the gate of Xuyang City, and the leading general gave a long shout.

He threw the scroll in his hand toward the top of the city wall.

The scroll flew into the air, with a faint lightning light swirling around it.

On the top of the city wall, a master-level demon cultivator wearing a black robe raised his hand and directed a ray of magic light to catch the scroll.

"Snapped--"

Before the magic light reached the scroll, a ray of lightning exploded on the scroll and hit the demon cultivator who attacked along the magic light.

The master of the devilish ways let out a low cry, and devilish flames rose from his body.

Elder Mingu snorted coldly, and nine vertebrae flew out of his sleeves, forming a pair of bone clamps in mid-air to clamp the scroll.

The scroll vibrated in the air, lightning gathered, and slowly unfolded.

"Tomorrow, we will capture Xuyang City."

"Zhang Juzheng."

Every word on the scroll was like a seal script, and each word shone with golden light, penetrating the surrounding blood-red mist.

Zhang Juzheng is not here, and Zhang Juzheng's declaration of war has arrived.

"How brave!"

Elder Mingu gave a low shout, raised his hand and grabbed the scroll, letting the golden words and shadows on it cover his palm.

His eyes fell on the warhorses under the city.

"Your name is Lu Jiuyuan?"

With his eyes narrowed, Elder Mingu was filled with murderous intent.

"Aren't you afraid that this elder will kill you?"

"We, the Demon Sect, do not follow the old ways of not killing envoys."

The bloody mist outside him was shaking, as if it was about to turn into chains.

Hearing what Elder Mingu said, Lu Jiuyuan looked up with a calm expression.

"The dean said so."

"Whoever kills me, he will kill."

"Within one stick of incense, I will die, and the one who killed me will be buried with me."

(End of this chapter)