The huge Eastern Imperial City is noisy.

Colorful lights roared towards the three gates overhead.

Out of the inner city, there was a surging crowd of people, and the lay soldiers were huddled in front and back, or lined up in neat ranks one after another, or pushed huge war equipment, and were hurrying to converge.

A new round of endless wars has begun.

Ling Xiao was the only monk walking on the ground.

He looked curiously at the war weapons that were larger than the house, and secretly speculated about their purpose, but unfortunately he couldn't understand anything.

Four years of war have changed a lot.

The instruments of war, this mundane technology, are the most significant changes.

For example, in the early days of the war, giant trebuchets could only throw about 200 meters, but now they have been improved to be able to throw up to 500 meters at will.

Don't underestimate these weapons of war!

Thousands of catties of big stones fell down, and the power far exceeded the full force of the Qi Refining Ninefold Cultivator's blow, even the Foundation Building Cultivator had to retreat!

Monks are much more powerful than mortals, but they are also more vulnerable than they think.

More than ten minutes later.

Ling Xiao came to the third district of the North City Gate and quickly found the location of the "Falling Feather Squad".

The Falling Feather Squad is composed of recruited loose cultivators, among which those who perform well are easily recruited by various forces halfway, so there are often personnel changes, even if they are fresh faces, they will not be suspicious.

After Ling Xiao showed the token, he easily blended in and briefly observed the team.

The team has about 100 people, and the cultivation is uneven, and there is no foundation.

With the identity of "Ming Valley", he revealed the cultivation of the sevenfold qi refining, and his presence was already considered high, and soon someone came up to say hello.

"What do you call the Dao Chief?"

"Dao Chief, how about working together later? Let's divide the heads equally! ”

"Dao Chief, come here!"

The crowd greeted.

Since it is a team formed in a hurry by casual cultivation, it is natural that there is no discipline, and after going to the battlefield, most of them can only fight on their own, so they naturally have to recruit strong helpers in order to protect themselves or earn battle merits.

Killing a common man is 1 point of military merit.

Killing a monk is 100 battle merits!

Battle merits, but a good thing, can be exchanged for a variety of cultivation resources, more than demon hunting!

As Zifengtai propagandized, the Northern Liang Kingdom will never treat people who have meritorious service to the country!

Ling Xiao turned a deaf ear to the overtures around him, pretending to be a cool person with a withdrawn personality.

Pretending to be forced like this naturally caused some dissatisfaction, and some of them were angry, and they even muttered and cursed, to the effect that "when you go to the battlefield, don't ask Uncle Ben to save you" and something like that.

About half an hour passed.

A ray of light shot in and landed.

The person who came was in his early thirties, and he was cultivated in the early stage of foundation building, and he thought he was the captain of the feather team.

After this person appeared, everyone gradually stopped.

"Let's go!"

The captain coldly spat out two words.

Hundreds of rays of light floated silently, over the city walls, and into the wilderness.

On the vast horizon, the white fog of the early morning has not yet dissipated.

Before the army arrived, the equipment went first.

Mountains of heavy machinery, like monstrous beasts in the white mist, brazenly stepped through the mud, and the roar of the bearing rotation resounded through the wilderness.

And in the deeper part of the white fog, faintly, you can also see large numbers of people.

That's the figure of the enemy.

Both sides assembled, on this cold morning.

Ling Xiao's retreat was mixed in the falling feather team, the faint light and shadow were inconspicuous, and he disappeared into the white mist.

Arrived, above the crowd ahead.

"Launch!"

"Launch!"

There was an earth-shattering roar below, followed by the loud thud of war drums, one boulder after another, one giant spear after another, and one fireball after another, and the monks roared up step by step, smashing hundreds of meters ahead.

Boom, bang and break through the fog!

Colorful retreat.

"Kill!"

The monks screamed and rushed forward.

Behind the waving white mist, there were also all kinds of light rising up, rushing towards the face.

The monks of the two countries did not need to say any extra greetings, and they were red-eyed in an instant.

The team came to the west of the battle line and faced the enemy monks.

Ling Xiao flickered, dodged a boulder that smashed over, and then pounced on an enemy cultivator who was refining qi ninefold.

The monk noticed Ling Xiao's cultivation of the "Seven Levels of Qi Refining", and a sneer of disdain hung on the corner of his mouth, and he slashed with sword light.

Who knew that Ling Xiao's retreat light, like a spiritual snake, flashed with sword light, and then the speed of the escape skyrocketed, and with a lightning speed, it swept past the monk.

No movement is visible.

The monk's eyes widened suddenly, and at some point, there was a bloody streak on his neck.

Immediately after, a terrible stream of blood spurted out, and the monk fell on his back.

He won't be alone, though.

At this moment, on this battlefield, there are countless people who go to Huangquan hand in hand with him.

Ling Xiao's figure, also the moment after killing this monk, was drowned in the crowd and disappeared completely.

……

Drop down.

Ling Xiao Shi Ran reached into his arms and took out a mask.

The mask was painted with a fox and he smiled sarcastically, laughing both comically and a little bewitchingly.

Mask on.

Ling Xiao's breath was completely gone in an instant.

He slowly walked towards the enemy line.

In his state of mirroring, he became almost the only invisible man on the battlefield, crossing the battle lines of the two countries without hindrance and arriving in the Izumo National Circle.

There are also all kinds of hideous giant machines here, which are constantly firing "boulders, giant spears, and fireballs", falling into the Beiliang National Formation.

After the monks fought, in order to avoid accidental injury, the targets of the giant machines shifted to the ordinary soldiers on both sides.

Around, screams were heard from time to time.

Some were crushed into flesh by boulders, some were crushed by giant spears, and some were on fire.

And gasps.

The red eyes of the people shot a crazy light of palpitations, as if they were stained with blood.

Ling Xiao stopped and took a deep breath.

Death, blood, screams, prayers......

Scene after scene of miserable scenes shocked his mind.

Once, I focused on my own world, and I didn't realize that war was merciless.

Only when experienced first-hand, this kind of devastating power can be shocking!

It turns out that this is war.

Ling Xiao was slightly moved, a trace of compassion flashed in his eyes, and then continued to walk forward.

It took an hour, avoiding countless people and things in the middle, and Ling Xiao finally arrived at the Lombard Mountain Range.

At the foot of the mountain is a new castle that is about the same size as the Eastern Imperial Castle, and it is the base camp of Izumo Province.

To enter the Lombard Mountains, you have to cross the city.

At this time, the city gate was wide open, and waves of people shuttled back and forth.

Looking at the soldiers who were checking, and then at the forbidden light curtain floating at the city gate, Ling Xiao was slightly embarrassed.

That light curtain will definitely be able to probe the monk's concealment, and if you want to pass quietly, it will be quite troublesome.

After thinking for a moment, Ling Xiao made up his mind, and immediately lifted the state of the mirror and strode towards the city gate.

When he came to the city gate, Ling Xiao stood still and said to the monk Pancha: "I am a fox demon, let me in, I have something important to do!" ”