Chapter Seventy-Three: The War Begins
"The kid will be humble," the red-faced elder laughed, teasing.
"Elder is joking, when did the disciple become arrogant" Li Feng said with a wry smile, he had gone all the way, either helplessly or in self-preservation, and had never done anything too arrogant.
"Cut half of Old Man Lei's killing array, do you know how distressed Old Man Lei is, and I don't know how long it will take for the old man to kill the array, do you say that you owe it, you really don't understand whether it's fake or not" The red-faced old man glared at him.
"The disciple really doesn't know, so I'm helpless."
"Let's go, behave well, this time the Black Fire Gate will kill more enemies, it will be beneficial," the red-faced old man reminded, Li Feng was really grateful for such unrequited protection and support for the younger generation.
After the red-faced old man finished speaking, a red thunderbolt suddenly flashed under his feet, and an umbrella-like cauldron magic weapon appeared at the feet of the red-faced old man.
It became countless times larger in an instant, and before Li Feng Wang Wushan and the others could react, they had already fallen into the old man's cauldron.
A sense of concave and convex appeared in the cauldron, which just stuck the edge of everyone, making people look like they were in a bucket and couldn't escape, and it also happened to block the strong wind from the starry sky for these disciples, with a slight warmth, and it felt very comfortable.
The cauldron magic weapon flew into the air and quickly disappeared into the Wanhua Gate.
Li Feng and the others appeared in a small valley with the red-faced old man
A careful palace in the valley appeared in the eyes of Li Feng and the others, and some monks could be seen constantly coming in and out.
And the sudden appearance of a large number of monks just blocked the path of some disciples, making these monks feel an unprecedented palpitation.
He stopped, staring blankly at the many monks in the sky. I didn't know what to do for a while.
A streamer appeared, and the stunned disciple didn't have time to see the screams, and he fell to the ground, his head rolling on the ground.
The crowd felt the crisis, and it was an attack. Although I don't know what kind of force attacked it, the dense monks in front of me are definitely an unprecedented crisis.
It may even be a great crisis of extermination.
"Attack," one disciple muttered to himself, looking fearfully at the lost monk.
But it was this muttering that made the other stunned monks react.
The reaction was to flee in a panic and flee in all directions.
The red-faced old man of Wanhuamen paid no heed, as if waiting for the monks to tell who was in power in this valley.
A quarter of an hour passed.
"Whoever is here, report your name" A short bald old man in the valley led many monks and appeared in front of Li Feng and the others.
Isn't this the way of bandits, Li Feng felt funny, could it be that the Black Fire Gate is just like this, and he is still the person in power in the Yuyang Valley, and the Black Fire Gate has been operating in the Shura Sea for decades, and has gathered all kinds of forces.
And the Yuyang Valley in front of him is one of the marginal forces. Because Yuyang Valley is close to the edge of the Shura Sea, it mainly hunts sea beasts, providing a large number of demon pills and materials for the Black Fire Gate. There are also many coolies, so it is named after Yuyang Valley, and this leader is naturally Wu Crane yet.
Shang Wuhe was born in a bandit's den since he was a child, and he didn't read any books, but after cultivating immortals, he especially liked the name of this crepe, and it felt like his own unique culture, like a reader.
Wang Wushan whispered these secrets in Li Feng's ear, this is also an interesting person, it is really difficult to be such a big boss.
"Grandpa is an old demon of Montenegro, come to exterminate you little demons today" Wang Wushan Da Yu stood in front of him, and the words he said made Wanhuamen feel embarrassed and amused.
Some disciples of Wanhuamen looked at the scar-faced man and smiled.
But this angered the other side of the crane yet, he actually turned into a little demon in the eyes of the other party, what a shameful thing. His face darkened.
"Boy, do you dare to attack my Black Fire Gate, do you want to die?"
"Master is robbing you of the black fire door today, give up the wealth of the beauty"
The words of such a bandit immediately made the opposite Wu Crane jump like thunder, the green tendons on his forehead were exposed, and a sledgehammer suddenly appeared in the hand of the Wu Crane.
The pair of sledgehammers with a faint sound of wind and thunder directly attacked the location of Wangwu Mountain.
"Boom" There was a loud sound, and Shang Wuhe found that his double hammer was pinched in his hand by the red-faced old man opposite, and suddenly he broke out in a cold sweat, what kind of person is this, such a high cultivation, a monk who can directly disarm the magic weapon, but Wu He clearly understands that it needs to be at least a large rank higher than himself.
A good man doesn't suffer immediate losses, isn't fighting with such a person looking for death?
"Senior, I surrender" He knelt down directly in panic.
The people of this Black Fire Gate are too grassy, Li Feng thought secretly.
Although it is a marginal force, it surrendered too quickly, just to save his life? But such a monk may be able to live longer in the cultivation realm.
But the ruthlessness of the red-faced old man was beyond Li Feng's expectations.
"Puff"
"Puff"
The heads of several people, led by the crane, flew out, and they didn't understand why they surrendered and faced death.
"Kill, one can't be let go" The red-faced old man's voice spread throughout the team.
The monks of Wanhuamen skimmed over the heads of the dead people like thousands of horses, and then slaughtered into the valley, and Li Feng could only follow closely.
"Why didn't you let them go even after you surrendered," Li Feng asked Wang Wushan suspiciously.
"Because they are the grass on the wall, if you can let them go today, tomorrow they will kill you with the Black Fire Gate," Wang Wushan said lightly to Li Feng in the air.
It seems that his experience is still too shallow, but such a cruel law of cultivation realm has really taught him a lesson.
Subsequently, Li Feng joined the road of slaughter of Wanhuamen.
The monks in the Yuyang Valley looked at the dense crowd of people, and had no power to resist, so they could only flee in a panic, but the disciples of Wanhuamen were not vegetarians. None of the monks who escaped escaped escaped the net.
Often, no one can survive a few rounds under the hands of the monks in the Wanhua Gate. It's basically a one-hit kill.
It didn't take long.
Li Feng watched the river of blood flow in the valley, those buildings were also collapsed by the bombardment of magic weapons, and the dead monks were even more numerous, because the disciples in this valley were basically in the qi refining period, and some of the foundation building monks were very few, and they were basically slaughtering at will.
At this time, the valley seems to be a hell on earth.
"Clean up the battlefield," as Wan Huaqi gave the order, suddenly some disciples walked towards the depths of the Yuyang Valley, and in a short time, boxes of materials and various things appeared in front of Li Feng's eyes.
Li Feng knew that the red-faced old man in front of him was named Wan Huaqi.
Li Feng didn't expect such a small Yuyang Valley to be so rich, after all, it was just a marginal force of the Black Fire Gate, it seemed that Shura City was really a blessed land, and he couldn't wait for Wanhuamen to be so ruthless.
When Li Feng returned to the sect with Wanhuaqi, there were already a large number of boxes and materials that had been transported back to Wanhuamen, and the busy Wanhuamen was like a textile market in the mortal world, and it actually had the feeling of being busy, which made Li Feng feel that such a scene was really rare.
And Li Feng and the others naturally had nothing else to do, and returned to their residences one after another.
Li Feng, Wang Wushan and others gathered together to talk about today's events.
"Today is just a small action, these wall grass is still very troublesome, so for Wanhuamen, it is also a top priority to eradicate these black fire gate wall grass first, tomorrow I am afraid it will not be so easy to deal with, after all, the black fire gate has been operating in the Shura Sea for many years, so we need to accumulate our own cultivation faster" Wang Wushan said solemnly.
And the fat man, Wu Qingluo and the others were crying and laughing a little, after all, for them, their cultivation was relatively low, and for such a big war, it was obviously less effective, or cannon fodder level.
But the battle between the sects is also an opportunity for them to accelerate growth, and it depends on whether they can grasp it.
"Remind me more, we will work hard" Wu Qingluo and the fat man and the others glanced at Wang Wushan gratefully.
Everyone returned to their residences and worked hard to improve their strength.
And Li Feng is also thinking, if it is really as Wang Wushan said, then I am afraid that this war will not be able to end in a short time, his cultivation has broken through, and there should be no problem with self-preservation. Then this war is also the time of its own rise.
I just hope that this war can end soon, so that I can inquire about the whereabouts of my parents, and I don't know if my parents and my brother and sister-in-law are safe.
And the senior sister's situation is also deeply guilty.
And under the thunderous attack of Wanhuamen, the Black Fire Gate was a little caught off guard, after all, the Black Fire Gate did not expect that the Wanhua Gate had retreated for many years, and it actually had the power to fight back, and it was so ruthless that it directly eradicated the sixteen forces on the edge of the Black Fire Gate, although some marginal forces were not the main force of the Black Fire Gate, but this also made the Black Fire Gate suffer a loss.
The sudden attack of this hand of Wanhuamen also shocked the other loose cultivators of Shurahai, and some of the scattered cultivators who originally wanted to share a piece of cake were also a little afraid of Wanhuamen, but they didn't expect Wanhuamen to have such strength, and joining any party may have the risk of falling.
Right now, I can only watch the battle between Wanhuamen and the Black Fire Gate, and wait and see the strength of both sides reacting, otherwise it is not a good note to join rashly.
The Black Fire Gate naturally knew the movements of the Wanhua Gate, and in a large hall of the Black Fire Gate, eight monks sat in it, and the whole inquiry was serious and full of murderous aura, as if they were about to tear this hall apart.
"Wanhuamen is so deep in the city, I didn't expect that this sect that is about to perish still has such a heritage, and the sixteen elders at the peak of the Yuanying are indeed a lot of strength" A middle-aged monk said lightly, although he sighed, he didn't seem to care about this attack of Wanhuamen.
"Hehe, Wanhuamen is looking for death," said another monk on the left without any scruples. With a touch of pride.
"Don't be impatient, I'm afraid Wanhuamen is just testing our strength, but we also need to make arrangements, and it's time to make some efforts to support the old immortals, after all, they have been raised for so many years," said a gloomy monk at the top.
"I just want to kill the monk who killed my brother, you can do whatever you want" A handsome monk said lightly with a mustache, but the killing aura in his eyes was undisguised, this should be the Seventh Elder Zongsu.
"Sect Senior Brother, don't be in a hurry, the disciple who killed your brother will be at your disposal" The old man at the top was obviously the authority of the Black Fire Sect and comforted.