The system is the proficiency panel

The night is as dark as ink and the stars are sparse.

After getting permission, Ye Zizhen gently pushed open Lin Ji's door. Inside the room, the young man was concentrating on depicting the fire phoenix in his hand, with spiritual power flowing through his fingertips like a galaxy. Every time a stroke fell, the air would ripple slightly, as if echoing some mysterious Taoist rhyme.

"Brother...can I come in?"

Her voice was so soft as if she was afraid of disturbing the spiritual energy tracks.

Lin Ji didn't look up, but just said lightly.

"What's the matter?"

Ye Zizhen walked into the room, placed a pot of spiritual tea on the table, and whispered.

"I heard you were going to the Miasma Moon Abyss... I'm a little worried."

Lin Ji stopped what he was doing and looked up at her.

"Zi Xin, eavesdropping outside is not a good habit. Just pretend I didn't notice it this time and don't do it again."

Ye Zizhen pursed his lips and said after hesitating for a moment.

"Ruoye has recovered well recently and has started practicing again. I wonder...is there anything I can do to help you?"

"Well...if nothing unexpected happens, Hongxia City will be attacked by the Holy Church in the next few days. I can't help you. You might as well follow Yue Shanwu. He was a general before he started practicing. He will command this battle, and you can learn something on the side."

Lin Ji thought for a moment and gave the order.

Ye Zizhen took a deep breath and bowed solemnly.

"I understand. Brother, you must come back safely."

Lin Ji nodded slightly, and after watching her leave, he began to carve the Fire Phoenix again, hoping to make it acquire the charm of Feng Tian's transformation as soon as possible. Recently, he has used this method, and his proficiency in burning has progressed smoothly, but the progress in immortality is too slow.

He also has ideas for new moves in the field of time and space, which can use the different speeds of time to enhance the power of his moves, but it will take time to verify.

Lin Ji.

Cultivation: Four artistic conceptions to build the foundation.

Skill: Yangyan: Burning (65/100) Undying (8/100)

Artistic conception: sword, time and space, water, and wood.

Outside the window, a wisp of night breeze blew by, dispersing the fragrance of tea on the corner of the table.

……

At the same time, at the bottom of the Miasma Moon Abyss, the red mist that lingered all year round surged like sticky plasma, and a lava river meandered at the bottom of the rift, reflecting hideous veins on the rock walls.

The fire snake coiled on the bronze pillar in the center of the altar. It swam down the bronze pillar slowly. When the scales on its abdomen rubbed against the ancient runes on the surface of the altar, the sword wound that ran across its torso began to cause a fine stinging pain.

Since the death of His Majesty, many high-ranking martial saints have died on Huanguang Star. In the past three hundred years, no human has been able to leave a wound longer than three inches on its scales, let alone this kind of wound that almost cut it in two.

"Sword Intent..."

As the snake's tongue moved, dozens of fire pillars suddenly exploded in the lava river. The remaining sword intent in the wound made it irritated. It was not the fancy tricks of the remaining ants of the Holy Church, but a kind of power that it was somewhat familiar with, with a vast aura like the starry sky.

The skeletons of monsters around the altar suddenly trembled, and several Martial Saint-level skeletons emerged from the blood pool, with ghostly green soul fire dancing in their eye sockets. They were all the old subordinates who had followed Lord Yanji in the past. Now, only these skeletons refined by him using secret methods are still responding to the call.

"Wang, the direction those two people fled is the same as the location of the old woman's base. Should we give chase?"

A skull with dragon horns made a hoarse resonance, and fragments kept falling off as the mandible opened and closed. The two sword lights not only cut off the body of the Fire Snake, but also destroyed one third of its skeleton.

The Fire Snake's vertical pupils turned towards the direction of Hongxia City, where the blood food of the strong promised by the Holy Church was found. But some time ago, an old woman who had always been a mortal enemy of the Miasma Moon Abyss actually came here in person to discuss cooperation. This abnormal situation gave it an uneasy sense of crisis.

The magma river suddenly boiled. When the Flame Snake stood up, the sword wound that was about to heal broke into fine blood beads. It finally figured out the source of the familiar feeling in the sword intent, the star core!

It had once had the honor of witnessing His Majesty extract power from the core of a star and bestow it upon meritorious officials. That aura was exactly the same as that of the sword intent.

It is well aware of how outrageous the weight of the star core is, and only His Majesty can control it. Now there are three Red Flame Beasts guarding it, and they are very difficult to deal with. It is confident of winning in a one-on-one fight, but forget about three, as it does not want to die yet.

Could it be that His Majesty has been resurrected? Or has some unknown strongman snatched the star core from the Red Flame Beast?

The more the Fire Snake thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. His sense of crisis grew stronger, so he simply used his mental power to notify the monsters in the Miasma Moon Abyss.

"We will not attend the appointment with the Holy Church in a month. Tighten the troops stationed outside and be on guard against outsiders."

……

Three days later, as the night deepened, the lights of Hongxia City swayed in the breeze, adding a sense of solemnity to the impending storm.

Yue Shanwu stood on the high platform of the City Defense Department, overlooking the layout of the entire city. He was wearing black armor, with an ancient long sword hanging from his waist. The majesty between his brows made people dare not look directly at him.

Ye Zizhen stood beside him, holding a scroll of formation atlas in his hand, and followed his instructions with a focused gaze.

"Hongxia City has four main city gates and twelve formation points. The core of the city defense formation is located in the central square."

Yue Shanwu's voice was steady and powerful. His fingertips tapped lightly in the air, and rays of light outlined the three-dimensional contours of the city.

"The Holy Church has dealt with cultivators before. If they attack, they will first attack the formation from a distance to weaken the defense or even destroy the formation. Our mission is to maintain the formation while counterattacking."

He raised his hand and waved, and several Qi-cultivating monks came forward and carried boxes of weapons that were flashing with cold light onto the platform. These were crossbows that the weapon refiner had worked tirelessly to make.

It is prepared to be placed at the four corners of the city wall. The crossbow body is engraved with the runes of "armor-breaking" and "swift wind". The arrow is made of black iron, and the tip is tempered with fire poison, which can penetrate the defense of ordinary foundation.

It is controlled by three Qi-cultivating monks, has a range of five kilometers, and is specially used to snipe enemy generals.

There are also underground fire mines buried under the sand within three miles outside the city gate. When triggered, they will detonate the fire spirit and form a flame field with a radius of one hundred meters.

Used against low-level combat forces, it can effectively reduce the number of enemies.

The North Gate is the main battlefield. It is garrisoned by 700 cultivators brought from Kaiyang Star by Yue Feng and Zuo Benqing, as well as 20,000 mecha teams, as the first line of defense.

The East Gate was guarded by Ye Wanjun and Ye Youxing, who led thirty generals and hundreds of elite warriors.

Ouyang Yun, the commander of the South Gate, brought two hundred monks and cooperated with the formation master to set up an illusion formation for defense.

Ximen Yue Shanwu led the remaining monks to guard the place personally, while Ye Zixin assisted in coordinating logistics and the wounded.

"remember."

Yue Shanwu glanced at everyone and his voice was as loud as a bell.

"Our mission is just to defend, delay time and wait for Daozi to come back, don't rush ahead."

Ye Zizhen asked in a low voice.

"What if they attack from the air?"

Yue Shanwu sneered and pointed to the sky.

"The city defense formation has been engraved with 'No Flying'. Under the state of mind, anyone who dares to fly will be struck by lightning first!"

On the eve of dawn, Yue Shanwu climbed to the top of the city wall alone. On the distant horizon, a wisp of gray fog quietly spread.