Li Mingyang is an outstanding representative of ghost cultivation in the Linglong Sect, which is known to the disciples of the Linglong Sect. When he was in Linglong Gate, Li Mingyang always spared no effort to protect the interests of ghost cultivation, which is no secret.

At a time when everyone thought that the Netherworld Monk could only be a laughing stock, the return of Li Mingyang made them all shut up.

Looking at the Great Elder Guo Yunshan, Li Mingyang suddenly felt like a world away. Li Mingyang has never hated Guo Yunshan, although he knows very well that he was trained as cannon fodder at the beginning, but in the final analysis, it was Guo Yunshan who gave him the opportunity to cultivate, and Li Mingyang has always adhered to the clear grievances. Guo Yunshan needs to repay his kindness.

Respectfully bowing to Guo Yunshan, Li Mingyang said: "Disciple Li Mingyang, I hope to fight in this southern battle. ”

As soon as these words came out, the Linglong Sect disciples who were watching around felt a strange aura. Suddenly, they couldn't help but be infected by Li Mingyang's strictness and seriousness.

Guo Yunshan looked at Li Mingyang, who was respectfully begging for battle, and smiled with satisfaction: "Okay, take a good look." ”

Li Mingyang still bowed respectfully and retreated.

Li Mingyang's initiative to fight made many people look at him with admiration. In fact, when people first saw him return, it was mainly because of his identity as a ghost cultivator, as well as his previous relationship with Xiao Zhu'er, which made people pay more attention to him. But at the end of the day, no one has much confidence in his strength and this fight. However, his courage is admired after all.

The Battle of the South was not an ordinary fight, and although killing was discouraged here, many people died in each of the Battle of the South. Those who dare to participate in the war, except for a few young and strong people who are quite confident in their own strength and participate in the war in order to make a name for themselves, in fact, many people are forced to participate in the war. For the sake of Xianmen, someone must sacrifice.

Lee's return caused a stir, but the brief sensation subsided. Here, after all, he is just a dispensable ghost cultivator, even if he participated in the battle in the south, he is just a dispensable ghost cultivator.

Tang Dong followed Li Mingyang to the station of Linglong Gate, and after looking back and forth at the female disciples, he smacked his lips and said, "No, they are not as beautiful as your Senior Sister Xiao." ”

"Nonsense, Linglong Gate is just Xiao Zhu'er. ”

"Haha, that's right. Tang Dong laughed, hooked Li Mingyang's shoulder and said, "I really didn't expect you kid to be a bit of a *ha, Linglong Gate can let you in." ”

Li Mingyang waved his hand, too lazy to say.

At this moment, Xiao Zhu'er walked over slowly: "Li Mingyang, you must participate in this southern battle?"

"Yes. Li Mingyang felt as if too many people had asked him this question, and even ghosts had asked him.

"It's dangerous. It was the same thing again, and Xiao Zhu'er didn't say it without vulgarity.

Li Mingyang smiled bitterly and said, "Don't worry, I will protect myself." The battle in the south is always fought, and I can leave with peace of mind after the battle. ”

"Where are you going?" Xiao Zhu'er asked with a shocked expression.

Li Mingyang frowned slightly, and he didn't know what to say for a while. But a cold voice suddenly sounded on the side: "After the fight, you naturally have to find a dog hole to get into, otherwise you can't let people see jokes here." ”

Li Mingyang turned his head to look over, and after seeing the person who spoke clearly, he was instantly relieved. When I returned to Linglong Gate this time, how could I not meet my old opponent Zhao Yan. still remembers the scene when he was violently beaten by Zhao Yan a few months ago, when Zhao Yan was the goal of his efforts. But when he saw him again, Li Mingyang suddenly found that he couldn't even ignite his fighting spirit.

This opponent is already too weak.

He is no longer the Phantom Spirit Realm little ghost cultivator who can only be beaten at the beginning, but he is still only a threefold cultivator of the Clear Spirit Realm. Even from his eyes, Li Mingyang seemed to be able to see through his heart, so that the immature monk who would only compete for the wind and be jealous could only be reckless in the Linglong Gate, and in the troubled times, he was just a stunned young man.

However, this time it was not Zhao Yan who appeared, and Zhao Ruling and even Chang Rong were accompanied by him, but Chang Rong was only responsible for the living of the monks participating in the war this time, and she was not qualified to participate in the war.

Zhao Ruling was as kind as ever, and said to Li Mingyang with a light smile: "Senior Brother Li's desire to fight is admirable, but you must remember to protect yourself." ”

"Thank you. "For Zhao Ruling, Li Mingyang can't say that he likes it or gets tired of it.

Zhao Yan saw that Li Mingyang had ignored him, and immediately opened his mouth to provoke. Li Mingyang suddenly said to Xiao Zhu'er again: "I'll tell you later, in short, I will be careful to fight this battle." ”

Tang Dong didn't say anything this time, and only after following Li Mingyang away did he ask cautiously: "Brother, it seems that you are not very happy here." ”

"No, I also have good friends, such as Senior Sister Xiao. ”

"But I found that except for that Senior Sister Xiao, it seems that everyone else can't get used to you. Tang Dong said seriously.

"Others?" Li Mingyang said with an exaggerated expression: "You can still see other people, I just saw a group of children, what is there to worry about with children." ”

The thorough integration of the first layer of Huangquan Jue has given Li Mingyang a superbly controllable spiritual eye in the sea. He could close his spiritual eye for a period of time, so that he could achieve the effect of perfect suppression of cultivation. He didn't want to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, just to be quiet. After all, after cultivating to the Pure Spirit Realm for a year, he always had to explain a lot.

With the arrival of Linglong Gate, almost all the important figures in the southern battle this time were present. And just when many monks gathered on the Lanting Plain and prepared to start the once-in-a-decade battle feast, a battle had just ended in a place about a thousand miles away from the Lanting Plain.

It was a very bloody battle, and the two warring sides sent out a total of five or six thousand men. It was also a completely one-sided battle, and when the battle was over, the winning side lost almost no more than 10 men, and wiped out more than 2,000 monks on the other side. Such a one-sided battle can already be said to be a miracle. The basic number of the two warring sides is equal, and there are even many Qingling Realm monks on the side that have been completely annihilated, and the overall strength is stronger. But at the end of the war, it was like this.

Those monks in the Lanting Plain would never have imagined that just as they were planning and waiting for a so-called battle feast to begin, outside a city of monks thousands of miles away from them, there was a killing feast that they couldn't understand at all.

This is a war, not a fight between monks.

Yan Kuo looked at the corpses of the enemies who died tragically on the battlefield with emotion, patted Yan Guang's shoulder and said: "It's still so fucking cool, if you give us a team like this, you wouldn't have been killed by those dozens of Mobei swordsmen in Youlan Town and almost collapsed." ”

Thinking of the battle in Youlan Town, Yan Kuo and Yan Guang always thought that it was a big stain on their lives. The two brothers had always been accustomed to running side by side, but they rarely cooperated with others, and that was the first time they had led a team against an orderly team, and they narrowly missed out. Of course, in fact, in the end, it is equivalent to failure, after all, except for the two of them, everyone was buried in Youlan Town.

Yan Guang also thought about it for a while, but then he said calmly: "This kind of team, even if you bring it to us, we can't bring it well." To be honest, I really didn't think much of Qin Yan's kid before, but now ...... Tsk, we're really not a little bit worse than others. ”

Looking at Qin Yan, who was dressed as a scholar not far away, Yan Guang and Yan Kuo nodded unconvinced.

The reason why this battle was able to be won so easily, and even such a terrifying one-sided slaughter, the three thousand elite soldiers they brought out this time were of course the foundation, but the key to the decisive victory was Qin Yan's command. Fighting with Qin Yan is a kind of enjoyment, and this is the true feeling of the Yan family brothers now.

The pair of swordsman brothers are accustomed to two people fighting together to face a dilemma, even if they face a strong person in the real spirit realm, they dare to fight. But in the battle of thousands of people, they never thought they could kill so freely.

Living in the Central Plains for a long time, the Yan family brothers naturally know the importance and cruelty of war, although the cultivation of the five levels of the Void Spirit Realm is strong, and the two of them can be compared to the strong people of the Real Spirit Realm, which is indeed extraordinary, but in a big war of this scale, they are also very self-aware, killing a hundred and eight monks may be possible, but if you want to kill them all, it is to find death.

However, under the command of Qin Yan, the Yan family brothers were like swimming fish in the sea, and they cooperated very happily with three thousand elite soldiers between advance and retreat, and these warriors and netherworld monks seemed to be able to understand their minds, and they would always cut the enemy army into pieces, and cut a large battlefield into several small battle groups. And in the battle in this kind of warband, the Yan family brothers are the blades of terror.

And the one who realized this qiē with his own hands was none other than their commander Qin Yan, the young man who only had the triple cultivation of the Void Spirit Realm. In this battle, the Yan family brothers no longer dared to be too presumptuous in front of him. The strong will always be respected accordingly.

Seeing that Qin Yan frowned slightly after receiving an order, the Yan family brothers walked up worriedly.

"I just received a battle report that a group of monks passed not far from us. Qin Yan said calmly.

"Is there anything strange about this, monks are not everywhere?" Yan Guang pouted.

"These monks are not normal, they also seem to be in the army, about five hundred people. ”

"There is also an army in the south?" Yan Kuo asked subconsciously.

"Yes, but most of them are located near Qiandao Lake, and it's too abnormal to appear here. Qin Yan frowned.

"If you don't like it, you can catch up and kill it, aren't we coming out this time just to get into trouble? Yan Kuo waved his hand and said arrogantly.

Yan Guang hurriedly glared at him and stopped Yan Kuo from going crazy: "Be honest, what nonsense are you talking about." ”

But Qin Yan suddenly slapped his forehead and said with a smile: "Brother Yan Kuo is right, we are here to cause trouble." ”

Qin Yan also learned from Yan Kuo's appearance, and waved his big hand and said, "Let's go, let's continue to make trouble." ”