"Aside from Shushan and the Academy, are there any other protectors in Shuting?" Ning Caichen suppressed the joy in his heart and asked seriously.

Temuza looked at him in surprise, "You look happy, what do you want to do if you ask this?"

Ning Caichen paused for a moment and said seriously: "I want to overthrow the corrupt court, hang the Qing country, kick the thieves, and establish a vigorous country." ”

"You're crazy!" Temuzha's eyes were about to pop out: "According to the first law of the academy, the highest combat power of mortal warfare can only be innate, even if you enter the Dao in the future, you can't use immortal Dao spells to drive war." In this case, it will take at least several years for you to establish a kingdom. After the founding of the country, you still need to govern the country, balance the ministers, and scatter all kinds of things big and small, where can you still cultivate?

All monks are racing against time to practice, so as not to die of old age on the road to seek immortality, but you have to spend a lot of time playing this ...... I really don't know what to say about you. ”

Ning Caichen couldn't tell him that he wasn't playing, this was his cultivation, and it was the emperor's cultivation that appeared again in countless years since the Three Emperors and the Five Emperors.

Since he couldn't say it, he had to change the topic, so he naturally said: "Okay, don't talk about me, you can't lead the army with me to go out on the expedition, so I can only lead people to do it myself." ”

Temuzha wanted to persuade him again, but seeing his firm expression, he had to sigh in his heart, secretly saying that a young man with extraordinary talents might be lost and disappear in the whirlpool of secular power in the future.

Why bother, how unwise?

The disciples of the Demon King Cave showed the way, and the army traveled again, crossed the tomb mountain, traveled thirty miles, and set up camp by a small stream close to the Demon King Cave, and began to rest......

The Demon King Cave is a force in the rivers and lakes, to be precise, a cult. Its mountain gate is no longer in a cave, but in a plain, dozens of palaces one after another.

When the morning star was just lit up, before Ning Caichen and the sixteen innate people led an army of 1,000 people to the palace complex, everyone remembered Ning Caichen's instructions and did not test, declare war, or even speak. Silent, with knives and guns, keep moving forward!

The disciples in the Demon King's Cave hadn't gotten up at this time, and the gatekeeper was just about to scream, when he was nailed to death by Ning Caichen on the palace wall with an arrow.

The gate of entering the palace complex was forcibly broken open by five innate people, and the footsteps of the army entering the city woke up countless warriors. Groups of disheveled disciples looked at the advancing army in amazement, and many people made high-pitched noises to wake up more people.

The big men of the Demon King Cave soon came to the front of the army, led by a young man in a blood moon robe, and behind him, followed by eleven old men with dragon bells, looking at the invading army angrily.

"Who are you?" shouted the young man in the blood moon robe, with a dark face.

No one paid attention to his shouts and anger, and the thousand-man army, led by Ning Caichen, advanced rapidly, and any warrior who dared to stand in front of him would have their guns pierced through their chests.

The blood-moon-robed boy looked up to the sky and roared angrily, his figure turned into residual light, and shot at the sixteen people at the forefront of the army. He knew that these sixteen people were all innate, but he only had anger in his heart, and there was no fear, because he was the head of the Demon King Cave, and his cultivation had already entered the Tao from martial arts and rejuvenated.

The five members of the Luo family flew up in the air and fought against the teenager blatantly, but the gap in the big realm was not an ordinary number that could be made up, and it didn't take long for the five people to be beaten back.

"Ten people. Ning Caichen silently summoned the Silver Moon Falling Star Bow, a thunder arrow, and the arrow pointed at the young man in the blood moon robe.

Sixteen innate martial artists understood his words, and even ten figures flew up in the air, fighting fiercely with the young man in mid-air.

The sound of sonic booms and the resonance of weapons was heard in the sky, and everyone who looked up and watched was shocked to see that the young man was one against ten, and he did not fall down at all.

But fortunately, the monster was finally stopped. On the army side, the remaining six innate and more than a thousand soldiers followed behind Ning Caichen and rushed towards the Demon King Cave elders who had formed a formation.

The spears were like a forest, flashing with a cold front, with a bloody murderous aura, advancing rapidly like a tide. An arrow of purple light shot out from the army, striking a disciple's head with a ferocious blow.

The arrow was shot by Ning Caichen, not at the old people of the innate realm, but at killing the disciples of the first-class realm or the second-rate realm.

He wanted to create panic among the other party's crowd, and if only these eleven old men had the heart to resist, then the war would have already been decided.

The road was not far away, and the Ning army under the rapid charge finally intertwined with the crowd of the Demon King Cave. Eleven old men in the Demon King Cave were suppressed by six innate and hundreds of soldiers, and the purple light was like the sickle of death, constantly harvesting the lives of the disciples of the Demon King Cave.

The mortal body was as fragile as a piece of paper under the attack of the innate master. Countless soldiers wept blood, their internal organs shattered, and their heads severed.

From the very beginning, the battle evolved into the bloodiest of wars. In the blink of an eye, scars burst out of blood, and life was crushed into mud.

I don't know when, a dazzling golden light suddenly appeared, and a Demon King Cave disciple looked at the young man in front of him in horror, the red line on his neck suddenly appeared, the blood soaked the earth, and his body fell to the ground.

Ning Caichen's eyes were strangely calm, even clear. There is no violent killing intent, no bloodthirsty blood, there is just firmness in the depths of the eyes.

Six innate with more than a thousand soldiers, still suppressed by eleven Demon King Cave congenital. But the second-rate masters of the Demon King Cave, and even the first-class masters, are dying quickly in the golden light.

A Demon King Cave Elder angrily turned around and attacked the executioner, and the moment the Gang Qi came out, he was shocked to find that the person had strangely disappeared in place.

The disciples of the Demon King Cave are constantly decreasing, and in the blood splashing, it seems that there is a ghost walking forward with a knife, killing.

Panic inevitably happened, and the disciples of the Demon King Cave began to flee. As more swords and iron spears began to kill the elders, the innate powerhouses began to be injured and bleed.

If you can be injured, you will naturally die. Dozens of spear heads stabbed into the same body, and no matter how strong a martial artist was, he couldn't survive.

Ning Caichen appeared, standing among the corpses, in a pool of blood, raising his eyes to look at the army that followed him on the march. An army of 1,000 people, now at best 400, a full 600 people have left their lives here. Sixteen congenitals, the loss of four, this is a greater loss for Jinhua.

And the result of their battle was the corpses of eleven innate powerhouses, as well as the stump legs and broken arms of the disciples of the Demon King Cave all over the ground.

What Ning Caichen had been worried about all this time did not happen, these Ning family soldiers who were transformed from bandits were not afraid of war, afraid of death, and still brandished knives and guns in blood. There were many reasons, but he didn't want to think about it anymore, because it didn't matter anymore.

"Kill him. Raising his eyes and looking at the figure of the fierce battle in mid-air, Ning Caichen said the order, and found that his voice could be so cold.

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