From a scholar to a villain, I was a good person at the beginning

"What do you mean? How to enslave?" Jiang Zheng asked again.

"To change a person's mind, to destroy a person's soul, to hold a person's soul in your own hands, and to make him submit to you for eternity, that is enslavement."

Kong Qing said triumphantly, and Jiang Zheng's eyes gradually lit up.

"What's the price?" Without the slightest hesitation, Jiang Zheng asked the price.

"You already owe this immortal countless debts. The condition for this method is that you must give this immortal all the cultivators you kill in the future, especially those with high cultivation levels, and even enlightened Taoists."

Kong Qing slowly stated the condition.

"Okay, I promise you, but I need a Golden Core cultivator now. The ones after that can all be given to you, but not the Blood Master. I want to enslave him and make him kneel before my parents' graves forever to repent."

As Jiang Zheng spoke, he clenched his fists, his expression full of hatred. This wasn't malice, it was reason at play.

"Hahaha, what a filial good child! This immortal is very pleased with you now!" Kong Qing laughed heartily, seemingly very satisfied with the current Jiang Zheng.

"However, you should at least tell me, what do you need these corpses for?" Jiang Zheng asked.

"After leaving this small place, the road ahead will not be easy. Just promise me. You only need to remember that nine out of ten things this immortal does are to help you."

Kong Qing said earnestly.

"Help me become what I am now?" Jiang Zheng's tone was calm.

"What? Don't you like it? You are now above tens of thousands of people in this small place. Could you have achieved this without this immortal? If it weren't for this immortal, you would have been buried in an unknown corner with your parents," Kong Qing laughed.

"Perhaps, having reached this point, most of my heart has already died. Let us together... face tomorrow together."

Jiang Zheng was at peace in his heart, and he had already seen the road ahead.

Once on this road, there was no turning back.

Even if one day in this world, he was alone and surrounded by enemies, he would have to bear it all on his own shoulders.

From a naive scholar to what he is now, he has compromised too much and lost too much.

Now, there is nothing more to compromise, and what is in front of him must never be lost again.

He only hopes now to protect as much of his remaining soul as possible, so as not to be deprived by Kong Qing.

Otherwise, he will truly fall into that vast sea of suffering, never to surface again.

But the road ahead... who can know?

The appearance of Mo Wentian meant that there was no dispute over the position of alliance leader.

Whether in terms of cultivation or experience, Mo Wentian was the best candidate, and he naturally became the leader of this alliance army.

Not a single person objected. It is worth mentioning that Wu Yazi was extremely happy with this result. In his opinion, Mo Wentian was the most suitable candidate.

From then on, the major sects formed an iron barrel.

And in Jiang Zheng's mind, there was another method passed down by Kong Qing.

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On the vast land.

The scarlet tide, unstoppable, surged from north to south, boundless, sweeping across Anzhou.

Villages, towns, cities. Wherever it passed, all living things were devastated.

And the dead could rise again, joining this tide. The blood corpse army grew like a snowball, becoming unstoppable.

Death spread across the entire continent.

Night fell quietly, and the scarlet tide was particularly dazzling under the night.

But even more dazzling than the scarlet tide was the line of white light on the horizon.

In the boundless night, that line of white light rapidly magnified. The overwhelming alliance cultivators descended like divine soldiers, and the shouts of killing resounded through the clouds.

The two armies collided with a bang.

Instantly, a dozen golden lights exploded in the army. They were like golden swords, rushing into the blood corpse tide, unstoppable.

Although the blood corpse army overwhelmed the alliance army in number, it could not compare in quality.

The overwhelming blood corpse army was firmly blocked in front of the Weiling Mountains, unable to advance an inch.

Mo Wentian stood on high ground, giving orders.

The alliance cultivators orderly spread out the battle line, and the battle line became longer and longer, while the blood corpse army was pervasive, with an invisible hand controlling it from behind.

Trying to cross the blood corpse army, so the battle line became longer and longer. Dozens of main battlefields alone were opened up.

This battle was earth-shattering. The blood corpse army seemed endless, covering many races.

The alliance cultivators could only build lines of defense, and those Golden Core cultivators mostly guarded the key main battlefields.

The blood corpse army was repelled again and again, and launched attacks again and again, tirelessly.

In a flash, several days passed.

Until now, those evil cultivators behind the scenes had not been seen. They seemed to be deliberately avoiding, but once they appeared, they had already crossed the battlefield.

Appearing in places where humans gathered, frantically offering blood sacrifices. By the time the alliance Golden Core cultivators rushed there, it was already deserted, leaving only corpses all over the ground.

And those corpses rose up again, turning into blood corpses. The Golden Core cultivators could only prop up barriers and use thunderous means to kill them on the spot.

During this time, Jiang Zheng left the main battlefield he was guarding several times, but he didn't see the figure of the evil cultivator either.

He could only prop up a barrier in place and release a demonic fire. Fortunately, these blood corpses seemed to be unmanipulated and could not form an array.

Another two days passed in a flash.

This war still showed no signs of ending. Several Golden Core cultivators had fallen during this time.

Relying on the protection of golden light, they rashly went deep into the blood corpse army, wanting to find the evil cultivator behind the scenes.

But they were trapped in the blood corpse formation, unable to escape, and were covered in countless blades and swords, dying with regret.

Such a war was no longer something that one or two Golden Core cultivators could influence the battle. The only thing that could fight against the blood corpse army was the battle formation formed by the alliance cultivators.

Three thousand miles west of Weiling Mountain.

Jiang Zheng stood on the top of the mountain, with his hands behind his back, constantly paying attention to the movement at the foot of the mountain, with a hint of fatigue in his eyebrows.

He was the only Golden Core cultivator guarding this battlefield. Once the blood corpse army attacked, he could only support everywhere. Although he could go all out and offer the Great Dao, pushing the blood corpse army horizontally.

But it was useless at all. It consumed too much energy to fully activate the Great Dao with his early Golden Core cultivation, not to mention that the blood corpse army was endless, and they came again after being killed.

Moreover, once the blood corpse army formed an array, even if he went all out, it would be impossible to push back an entire wave of attacks.

During this time, he could not use the Red River Banner. Once he was recognized, it would be troublesome.

I'm afraid he would become a comrade of the Blood Master.

He had to find an opportunity to return to the Blood Fiend battlefield and re-refine the Red River Banner.

"My lord, the blood corpse army is attacking again," at this time, a disciple came to report anxiously.

"I know, go," Jiang Zheng said softly.

"My lord..." the disciple's tone was hesitant.

"Speak."

"For so long, everyone's spirit stones have been used up, and there is no blessed land to rely on. It's okay at ordinary times, but we are fighting every day, and relying on the spiritual energy wandering in the world is simply..."

"Alas," Jiang Zheng sighed.

Then he took out a storage bag and threw it to him.

"This is 50,000 spirit stones, share them with everyone. It is estimated that it will not be long before the supply of spirit stones arrives."

"Yes!"

The disciple excitedly took the spirit stones and immediately set off to distribute them.

Jiang Zheng looked into the distance, and saw a scarlet tide coming from afar. He had seen such a scene dozens of times.

"This time the blood corpses... seem to be much fewer."

He looked at the blood corpses coming from the horizon, released his divine sense to sense for a moment, and his brows stretched out.

"Calculating the days, the time is almost up. Song Yan is about to complete her great task, and she has to speed up her actions..."

Jiang Zheng looked at the two armies that had already collided and murmured softly:

"Don't be afraid, it will all be over soon."

At this time, a voice transmission sounded in his ear, it was Mo Wentian's voice.

"Something happened!"

Jiang Zheng frowned, his figure disappeared, and he rushed to the main peak of Weiling Mountain at top speed.

According to the voice transmission, those evil cultivators appeared on four battlefields at the same time, and for a time the offensive was surging, and the number of blood corpses was also unusually large, and it was about to break through!