Reborn as a girl, I will live forever in the world of immortality

Five days later, at the commander-in-chief's mansion.

Only He Ling and Liu Qinghu were left here. Liu Qinghu was one of the main coaches and was quite adept at handling affairs.

Huang Yiran had been sent away by He Ling, and Liu Qinghu also wrote a letter asking for help, but he received no response.

As for Ma Yun's death, everyone in Yanghu Pass kept silent about it.

"Master Nephew, the Qianwu Empire's chariots have already come within ten miles. They are also equipped with formation-breaking hammers. With our current defense force, there is no way we can hold on."

He Ling wasn't a militant, "So, should we retreat now?"

Liu Qinghu sighed, "It's too late. If we retreat now, without anyone to cover our retreat, the enemy will probably catch up with us very quickly."

"Has there been any response to the letter requesting assistance?"

Liu Qinghu still shook his head, "No."

After Ma Yun's death, subsequent troubles continued to arise, including various supply issues, personnel arrangements, fighting the enemy, and seeking help. Although most of them were handled by Liu Qinghu, many things could not be solved at all.

He Ling now felt a little regretful that he had killed Ma Yun directly. He should have trapped him and used him as a puppet, or killed him after using him. It would be much better than dealing with this mess by himself.

After all, He Ling has no sense of belonging to Xuanyuan Sect, and she is unlikely to risk her life for Yanghu Pass. If the situation is not right, she will definitely run away first.

"Have the enemy's Jindan cultivators investigated clearly?"

"It's not completely clear yet, but we know there are four Jindan, three in the late Jindan stage, and one in the middle Jindan stage. Moreover, they have clearly arrived at the front of the formation but are still hesitant to attack the city. I'm afraid they have some other preparations."

He Ling said nothing after hearing this, but her desire to escape was growing. Now that Huang Yiran had been taken away, she no longer cared about anyone in Yanghu Pass. Although she could not avoid the three disasters of Baoquan, she was not a fool and would jump into the pit as soon as she saw it.

"Why don't we let the monks from Guanzhong retreat? If we leave now, some of them will be able to escape."

"No, I just received a tip-off. Dingfeng Pass and Poju Pass have both been breached. If we breach them again, the southern region's defenses will be breached. The Qianwu Empire could then send troops to harass our rear, which would be extremely detrimental to the overall situation."

"Will it affect Baiyu Pass?"

"Baiyu Pass?" Liu Qinghu was a little confused, but still said, "Although the impact is not big, it still has some impact after all."

"........."

"We can't win the battle, are we all going to die at Yanghu Pass?"

"I've already sent an urgent message. We'll definitely receive support within five days at the latest."

"That's just your guess."

Liu Qinghu didn't say anything, which was considered as his agreement.

He Ling sighed. After all, she had a connection with Xuanyuan Sect. If she was defeated, she should have no problem escaping.

..................

The Qianwu Empire’s military formation and huge chariots.

A huge formation has been set up, with blood-colored lines all around it. The sky is gloomy, making this world look like night.

"The Three Corpses Gathering Evil Formation is complete, we can begin our attack."

"When?"

"Tomorrow, the formation has just been completed and there is a lack of blood sacrifice. I have to trouble Commander Qin Feng to arrange a group of soldiers."

Qin Feng frowned, but still asked, "How many people do you need?"

"Not many, three thousand will be enough."

"it is good."

A little later, waves of screams and blood dyed the land red.

Soon the land here turned blood red, and wisps of black smoke floated in the sky.

This is the evil that the formation nurtures.

Yin Yu, who was scantily clad, looked at the large cloud of black smoke in the sky, a smile flashing in his eyes.

"Now that the evil spirit has formed, ordinary means are simply powerless to deal with my precious evil spirit. Unless the Nascent Soul cultivators take action, the Golden Core cultivators will only become food for my evil spirit."

The night passed quickly.

The next day, at dawn, Liu Qinghu hurried to find He Ling.

"Master-disciple, the enemy has arrived at the front of the battle!"

He Ling didn't waste any words. He rode on the flying sword and followed Liu Qinghu to the top of the wall.

The enemy troops were lined up in a formation, in front of them were five huge formation-breaking hammers, and in front of them was a huge chariot pulled by two giant blue-black elephants.

In front of the carriage, Yin Yu looked at the huge city wall in front of him with a smile on his face.

When they arrived at the battlefront, they saw no movement from the army.

Yin Yu took out a palm-sized black coffin, scratched his right hand, and blood dripped out. Bursts of horrible noises and crashing sounds came from the black coffin.

"Don't worry, baby, it will be fine soon."

She threw the black coffin forward, and the huge black coffin grew in the wind. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a huge coffin five meters high.

Then a black bell appeared in Yin Yu's hand. When she shook the bell, the huge coffin shook.

"Bang, bang, bang." The vibration sounds became more and more frequent.

Finally, at a certain moment, the huge coffin was opened.

One by one, corpses in bronze armor, with dark faces and copper coins hanging all over their bodies, walked out.

They were tall, more than two meters tall, with bulging muscles all over their bodies, beast-like claws on their hands, dry yellow eyes, and mouths full of fangs. They looked just like the ghosts described in mountain stories.

"go."

At a command, hundreds of bronze-armored corpses suddenly emerged from the pitch-black coffins and ran towards Yanghu Pass.

All the monks in Yanghu Pass looked unhappy, and spiritual cannons and spiritual arrows were fired at the same time.

In an instant, the bronze-armored corpse in front turned into a hedgehog, but its body was already full of spiritual arrows and it was not dead yet. It roared and continued to rush towards the Yanghu Pass formation.

Liu Qinghu's expression suddenly changed, "Oh no! It's the bronze-armored corpse from the Yinshi Sect in the Eastern Region!"

He Ling had never heard of the Yinshi Sect. "Yinshi Sect? Bronze Armored Corpse?"

"A single bronze-armored corpse isn't very formidable, having only the strength of a foundation-building cultivator. However, its body is as hard as spiritual ore, and it's fearless. Even after being chopped in two, it's still able to move. If they rely on the bronze-armored corpse's cover to pull up the formation-breaking hammer, the Guanzhong formation probably won't be able to hold out for even a quarter of an hour!"

He Ling immediately realized how serious it was.

"No, we can't let these bronze-armored corpses get close to the formation! All cultivators, leave the city to meet the enemy!"

"and many more."

Before Liu Qinghu could say anything.

He Ling slapped her waist, and then saw pieces of black talisman paper flying out of the storage bag. She mobilized her spiritual power and pointed her hand, and the black talisman flew towards the front of the formation like a flying bird.

Now He Ling's ink bones and ink blood are fully developed, and he holds a talisman pen that was made ninety-nine thousand and ninety-nine years ago.

The power of the talismans she draws now has increased exponentially.

Hundreds of golden needle talismans are activated with one move.

In front of Yanghu Pass, golden needles shot towards the group of bronze-armored corpses, and a golden rainstorm fell in front.

The sound of "Puff, puff, puff" rang out continuously, and immediately the bronze-armored corpse was shot into a sieve by the golden needle.

No matter how strong the vitality of this bronze-armored corpse is, it is impossible for it to move again with holes all over its body.

A bronze-armored corpse roared angrily, and its entire body fell apart. Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that its body was covered with dense holes.

Almost in an instant, hundreds of bronze-armored corpses were like rotten wood, and were blown into countless tiny fragments by the wind.

As soon as He Ling made a move, all the cultivators in Yanghu Pass widened their eyes.

Especially Liu Qinghu, who was determined to die just now, but the situation was reversed in an instant.

He looked at He Ling in shock, and then his face showed a look of ecstasy.

"Nephew, He Xiangzi, what kind of talisman is this? No, that's not important. How many of these talismans do you have?"

He Ling's face showed no joy. "I don't have many talismans on hand."

Liu Qinghu's expression darkened again. Come to think of it, it was the limit for a Foundation Establishment cultivator to have so many talismans of such immense power. The hundred or so talismans she had just now were probably her limit. Thinking of this, he felt a surge of regret in his heart.

The power of this talisman is so great that it should be used with caution. No one would use it all in one encounter. I guess there is not much left on her now.

But it's no use regretting now.

"There are only about 3,000 left."

"It's okay, He Xiangzi. It's great to be able to stop their attack. Now I'll leave it to ................"

Wait, Liu Qinghu was suddenly stunned. He looked at He Ling, "He Fairy, what did you just say?"

He Ling was a little surprised. Liu Qinghu was a Jindan cultivator, and he was so close, yet he didn't hear clearly. Could it be that his internal injuries had become so serious?

"I said, I only have about 3,000 talismans on me."

"How many?!"

"Cough cough" Realizing that he had lost his composure, Liu Qinghu coughed twice quickly.

"He Xiangzi, it's not that I don't trust you, but the situation right now is so special that we can't joke around. Do you really have three thousand talismans like the one you just used?"

He Ling nodded without any nonsense. With a thought, pieces of black talisman paper floated out. In an instant, a thick stack appeared in He Ling's hand, and talismans continued to pour out of the storage bag.

Soon, the talismans in He Ling's hand piled up to about one foot high.

The shock on Liu Qinghu's face never subsided, and he instantly believed what He Ling said.

He couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Hahaha, He Xiangzi, you have such a valuable treasure, why didn't you take it out earlier?"

He Ling didn't say anything. She couldn't have taken them out earlier. These were all drawn by He Ling without sleep for the past few days. Moreover, there was a lack of spiritual ink, so He Ling had to use her own blood as the spiritual ink. If she hadn't mastered the ink and blood now, she really wouldn't have been able to draw so many golden needle talismans.

He thrust his hand forward, and a stack of golden needle talismans floated towards Liu Qinghu.

"Take these 1,000 golden needle talismans. If you don't have enough, come back to me."

Liu Qinghu took the golden needle talisman and smiled so much that his lips were almost reaching his ears.