Professionals of the Starry Skies - Chapter 624

Chapter 624: War Begins

“Black and white guardian!”

The Poisonous Scholar called out, and the Black and White Guardians came in immediately, looking a little disappointed.

They thought that the Poisonous Scholar would destroy Fang Xing, the offending guy, directly…

The White King was even planning to recommend several tortures used in the religion, but now it seems they are no longer useful.

“From today on, the Natural Ancestor will join us and prepare for the final battle against the sect alliance!”

The Poison Hand Scholar coughed lightly and said, “You two, when you see the Natural Ancestor, you should treat him with the same respect as when you see me…”

“What?”

The Black Dharma King and the White Dharma King looked at each other, both feeling a little bit unbelievable.

Especially the White Dharma King!

She had always been ashamed of being defeated by Fang Xing, so how could it turn around now? Fang Xing became her boss?
However, this woman and the Black Magic King were both smart people. After looking at each other, they probably guessed that Fang Xing had secretly joined the sect.

As for the fact that the remnants of the ancient Taoist sect in this foreign land suddenly became the followers of the Great Destroyer God, they simply couldn’t figure it out and would not consider it in this regard.

“Okay, let’s look at the battle arrangements next…”

After receiving Fang Xing’s signal, the Poison Hand Scholar said, “Now, the alliance of the seven major sects is based on the Blood Shadow Sect Mountain Gate and is dealing with our army… Its high-end combat power includes the seven Yang God True Lords… Among them, the Upper Temple can perform the ‘Spell of Inviting Gods’ and invite a Puppet Master of the Post-Yang God Realm to tangle with me.”

“Although the ancestors of Feixian Sect, Haoyang Palace and other sects are only at the initial stage of Yangshen, they also have sect treasures… Together they have formed the ‘Six Treasures of Jingtian’, which are enough to tangle with divine weapons…”

“We have six high priests, and we need to arrange the ceremony in advance to barely have the fighting power of the Sun God…”

“In terms of military formation, our professional team has an absolute advantage, but the number of people is small. If we forcefully attack the opponent’s formation, the losses will still be too great…”

Fang Xing nodded repeatedly after hearing this.

The formations in the world of cultivation are equivalent to the ancient city walls. No matter when, attacking the enemy guarded by the city walls will always cost a heavy price.

That’s why there is a saying that attacking the heart is better than attacking the city.

Of course, in the world of cultivation, the victory or defeat mainly depends on the top combat power.

“We didn’t launch a decisive battle before because we lacked the final say. Now that Natural Ancestor has joined, his cultivation is comparable to that of the late Yang God Realm, enough to kill several Yang God True Lords and lay the foundation for the overall situation…”

The Poisonous Hand Scholar said.

“The Yang God’s later stage?”

The Black King was shocked, and the White King sighed inwardly, knowing that they might never be able to take revenge.

…

The real war is coming, and it is almost clear to both sides.

The various unusual movements of the Killing Cult army were quickly passed on to the sect alliance through spies.

Regardless of whether it is true or false, they are in a strategic defensive position and have no choice but to follow suit in preparing for war.

Even, preparing for the final decisive battle.

In this process, the heroic deeds of the intelligence personnel and even the casualties on various fronts were ultimately reduced to numbers and summarized on the decision maker’s desk.

…

The mountain gate of the Blood Shadow Sect.

Inside a theater.

Xi Lian Zhenren personally took to the stage to sing, and a band of various shadow puppets and paper figurines played drums and gongs, creating a lively atmosphere.

But for the Yangshen True Lords below, this is just the fun of gambling.

They seemed to be enjoying the feast, but in fact, various thoughts were rapidly interweaving, discussing:

“There is something unusual happening in the Killing Cult… There is a 30% chance that reinforcements have arrived from the Great Zhou!”

“Damn Great Zhou, are those three absolute passes and Changyuan defense line all blind?”

“Humph, the Great Zhou wants to exile all the pagans here, everyone knows that…”

“What if there is still a 70% chance?”

The ancestor of the Blood Shadow Sect looks like a porcelain doll, with two sky-high braids and a bright red jacket, looking very festive.

Hearing this, he replied: “There is a 70% chance that the Master of the Natural Sect has joined in… This person is extremely powerful, I even suspect that he has already been promoted to the later stage of Yangshen!”

“impossible……”

A chubby old man in a grey beggar’s robe shook his head: “The resources in the outside world are limited. We are all surprised to see another True Lord of the Yang God… The late Yang God realm? How did he cultivate?”

“And… right under the nose of old ghost Qingmu? Haha… this old ghost is really useless…”

The leader of Haoyang Sect, a Confucian scholar with a handsome face and a dignified appearance, shook his head and said, “Daoyou Qingmu’s magical powers are not very special except for saving his life. No wonder Qingmuling was the first one to be driven to the outside world…”

“Now that Donor Qingmu is dead, let’s discuss the next battle.”

An old monk with a withered face, like a dead tree, clasped his hands together and said, “We have already cut off our flesh to feed the eagle and offered incense from the six sects to the temple. I wonder if we can ask for more Yang God combat power?”

The master of the upper temple was dressed like an ancient witch, and said in a hoarse voice: “After all, the land of Fangwai is too small, and the population is too small… With the incense and vows accumulated recently, I can only ask the three generations of ancestors to move for a while…”

The Upper Temple is famous for its summoning skills, and is best at inviting various “gods” to help.

In fact, it is the Yangshen of their own ancestor preserved by various secret methods. The so-called god is completely a flattery.

If it were in the Great Zhou Dynasty, it would definitely be beaten up by the Imperial Observatory.

In fact, the Yang Shen thoughts preserved by this secret method cannot be considered resurrection or immortality at all. It is more like a kind of “soul refining corpse”, and the activation conditions are also very harsh.

Even so, the Upper Temple has a profound foundation. If it is given enough faith, incense and vows, it might be possible to summon the spirit of a demigod – if any of its ancestors can reach such a realm!

“hey-hey……”

A Taoist priest wearing a black feather robe and a Taoist hat shook his head and said, “Brother Wu, this is not true… I, Three Eyes Temple, have been dealing with you in the Upper Temple for nearly a thousand years, so I know that you have a deep background in the Upper Temple. Every time you help someone witness a covenant, you have to collect incense money… Now, I don’t know how much incense money has been accumulated in the Eight Treasures Merit and Wishes Pool. We have been forced into a desperate situation, and even our ancestors’ treasures have been donated to make up the Six Treasures of Jingtian. Brother Wu, are you still going to keep it to yourself?”

As long as there is faith and support, Shinto can continue to accumulate heritage.

Speaking of which, the antiquity of the above-mentioned temples makes Feijianmen the boss, which is actually a very strange thing.

Several great Yangshen True Lords looked at each other, and all felt that the Upper Temple was hiding its true abilities.

“Alas… the money from incense offerings is the last remaining capital of our temple. If we use too much of it, we will not be able to maintain the spiritual realm of incense offerings. There is a risk that the soul and image of the founder will dissipate…”

The face of the Wu Palace Master was very ugly: “That was the foundation I brought from the Great Zhou Dynasty when I went to the Palace. I was in danger of being destroyed many times but I was reluctant to use it…”

“Do we have any place to retreat now?”

The Blood Shadow Patriarch who looked like a porcelain doll shouted, “After this battle, I will give you the Blood Shadow Sect’s territory to preach in the temple for a hundred years! Also… I still have a few puppet paper figures in my hands, which are also the foundation of the sect. I will use them all this time…”

“Okay, Blood Shadow has already expressed his stance, so I can’t be stingy.”

The beggar-like Yangshen Zhenjun said: “In our sect, there are several ancient jade talismans. When the time comes, we can use them together to make the enemy flustered…”

“Amitabha… In the Vajra Temple, there are still three hundred golden arhats who can support this war.”

The old monk put his hands together.

“In that case, this temple has another heritage left by our ancestor, so I’ll take it with me.”

Taoist Hei Yu also gritted his teeth and said, “This is the Killing Sect not wanting us to live… As for Brother Wu, if our sects are destroyed, do you think you will be able to have a good ending?”

The Witch Palace Master looked around and realized that each family had been forced to reveal their final trump card.

The Blood Shadow Patriarch was not unaware of his intention to make the last move, but most of his territory had been conquered, so he was the most generous.

He sighed, “In that case, I will just go to the temple… By then, I will use all the money and incense at any cost, which will be enough to awaken another ancestor in the late Yang God realm… If the old ancestor dares to come, I will definitely give him a surprise.”

…

A few months later.

The mountain gate of the Blood Shadow Sect.

Fang Xing flew over a Paper Slave Valley and couldn’t help but feel emotional.

A hundred years ago, I was struggling to survive here.

Unexpectedly, more than a hundred years later, he would personally lead the troops to razed this place to the ground.

He gathered his thoughts and came to the front line.

The Blood Shadow Sect is protected by a large formation, and there is also a paper house cave and a theater building standing outside the formation, forming a horn-like shape.

In Fang Xing’s opinion, it was like the protruding acropolis and fortress during a siege…

With cooperation, it can bring more damage to the attacking side.

Fang Xing looked at the densely packed disciples of the Blood Shadow Sect in the formation, the shadow puppets in the theater, and the layers of paper figures in the Paper House Cave Heaven…

The enemies of the Killing Cult were far more than just the Blood Shadow Sect!
The Killing Cult army was also arranged in square formations, with the core naturally being the five thousand guards who protected the cult.

In addition, there are also the Feijian Sect, the corpse-driving sect servants, and the mercenaries composed of independent cultivators…

There were tens of thousands of people, and it was endless. But now the army of the Killing Cult seemed to be more than tens of thousands.
“Let’s get ready to start.”

The Poisonous Hand Scholar stood on a high platform and gave orders in a calm tone.

Boom!
One siege vehicle after another was pushed to the front of the battle formation. This siege vehicle looked very ancient, and there was a counterweight trebuchet on it.

The killer believers, dressed in the robes of high priests, were praying in front of huge stones that had been polished into spherical shapes.

“kill!”

Not only that, but the captives were beheaded one by one after they prayed, and spells were engraved on the giant stone ball with their blood.

Fang Xing saw that a faint spiritual light was emanating from the siege vehicle and the huge rocks.

Obviously, after a series of rituals, blood sacrifices and prayers, these siege weapons have become temporary wonders that can bring more damage to the formation.

“emission!”

With an order, a large number of catapults roared.

The stone missiles flew like meteors, smashing into the Blood Shadow Sect’s formation and exploding with a loud bang!

Countless terrifying energies and shock waves swept across, which actually reminded Fang Xing of a “meteor explosion”!
The war has begun!

(End of this chapter)