Demon Domain, north of Sulphur City, Mogen Mountains.

Midnight.

The deputy master of the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Sect, Sikong Jie, led a cadre of Xuanmen disciples in the dark in the barren mountains, traveled lightly, and walked quickly, heading towards the Demon Gate Clamp Yucheng, which was fifty miles ahead.

This Xuanmen armor soldier has 60,000 people, including disciples of the Ten Thousand Sword Immortal Sect, disciples of the Tianshu Sect, disciples of the Shushan Sect, disciples of the Jade Finger Sect, etc., although they have different costumes and different sects, but the team is clearly armored and orderly.

Sikong Jieyi went all the way, his expression was solemn, he didn't say a word, and he was quite excited and nervous in his heart, no wonder, since he took over the general order of Qiu Huaici, the leader of the Xuanmen Alliance, and led this Xuanmen army to attack the Demon Domain, he fought more than 8,000 miles, attacking the city along the way, breaking through the barriers, where the big battle is no less than thirty, and the small battles are countless, to this day, only 60,000 of the 100,000 elite soldiers are left, the loss is almost half, and the casualties are not huge, and now, they are stepping on the corpses and blood of the same door and the enemy, and finally come here, as long as they break through the Tongyu City of the Demon Gate in front of them, they will enter the Red Tartar Plain of the Demon Domain, the Red Tartar Plain is a flat river, and the end of the plain, is the old nest of the Demon Gate Holy Sect, the Chaotian Cave, which is the so-called Chaotian King City, and as long as they hold on a little longer and capture the Chaotian King City in one go, then, the Demon Gate will end, history will be rewritten, and he will be famous in history, and he will be admired by all generations!

Sikong Jieyi is already middle-aged and no longer young, but his ambition is still there, so his blood is more hot than the blood of young people, and he is more and more eager for fame, but as he grows old, there are not many opportunities for him to make meritorious achievements.

Of course, the closer you get to the lair of the Demon Gate, the moment of the decisive battle comes, the more fierce the resistance will be, then, and death will come immediately, and it will be more tragic, and in the melee, no one has an all-purpose talisman on their heads, so everyone can die at any time, and he is naturally no exception!

And death, like fame, is also tense and suffocating.

Pei Zheng, the boss of the six masters of the Tianshu Sect and a disciple of Xian Chong, rushed forward from behind the team at this time, blocked Sikong Jieyi, and said with a nervous expression: "General Sikong, move forward slowly, I look at the situation around here, it seems that something is wrong!"

As soon as Sikong Jie's army came, Pei Zheng has been his deputy general, and he also saw that Pei Zheng was loyal and humble, shrewd and capable, and his talent was not lost to him, this time, if it weren't for Qiu Huaici to take care of the interests and face of the Xuanmen sect, and insisted on letting him lead the Xuanmen Sect, maybe this general who led the army might be Pei Zheng's, so he was jealous and respectful of Pei Zheng, and now he listened to Pei Zheng's glance, his expression froze, and asked: "General Pei, what's wrong?"

Pei Zheng glanced around, frowned, and asked with a melancholy expression: "General Sikong, have you noticed that there seems to be something strange here?"

Sikong Jie's heart tightened, and he hurriedly glanced around, but saw that under the hazy moonlight, the mountains were faint, the shadows of the trees were Zhuozhuo, quiet and dark, and the night breeze was blowing, but he didn't see anything unusual for a while, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and asked suspiciously: "General Pei, I didn't find anything unusual!"

Pei Zheng said: "General Sikong, the trees here are dense and the weeds are like a puff, so it stands to reason that there should be a lot of birds, but our tens of thousands of military horses passed by here, and they didn't startle a single bird, isn't this too weird and weird!"

An ignorant little disciple of Sikong Jieyi interjected with a smile: "Maybe the birds are sleeping!"

"Idiot!"

Sikong Jieyi turned his head and glared at the little apprentice, with a straight face, and scolded: "Ignorant child, don't talk nonsense and mess people's minds!"

The little apprentice's expression was stunned, and he secretly stuck out his tongue and shrank aside, not daring to say more.

Sikong Jie's expression froze, and he asked, "Will anyone scare these birds away?"

Pei Zheng nodded: "Yes! Otherwise, there is no way to explain all this." ”

"To be able to scare away the birds and sparrows within a radius of several miles, there are not a few people, and there are no friendly troops of ours within a hundred miles nearby, can they be one by one!"

Sikong Jieyi glanced around again and again, and saw that the sides of the army road were all hillsides, and his army was in the canyon at this moment, which was an excellent place for the enemy to ambush, his mind flashed, his face changed slightly, and he hurriedly shouted to his subordinates: "Come on, immediately send an order, the army will immediately retreat, retreat to Sulfur City, tomorrow dawn, find out the surrounding situation, and then make plans!"

Pei Zheng shook his head at this time, smiled bitterly, and muttered: "It's too late!" Then, he jumped into the air, attached himself to the army, and shouted loudly: "Hurry up, hurry up!

As soon as the army received the retreat order from Sikong Jieyi, they immediately heard Pei Zheng's warning, and there was a commotion, but after the vicious battle in the past month, their military quality and combat experience have been greatly improved, and they hurriedly reflexively approached each other, with the help of the terrain, formed a battle formation, and defended the surroundings, their flickering eyes stared fixedly at the hillside woods in front of them, looking nervous, very afraid that in the shadows under the reflection of the moon, the demon soldiers would suddenly burst out.

After Pei Zheng issued a warning, an arrow shot at him with a sound through the air, as fast as a meteor, he waved a sword, cut down the arrow, and glanced up, but saw that the sky above his head was full of demon soldiers, some of the demon soldiers held spears in their hands, and some of them held bows and crossbows, staring fixedly at the Xuanmen disciples in the valley, blocking the retreat of the Xuanmen disciples who might escape from the air.

Pei Zheng also knew that he couldn't break through the blockade formation of the Sky Demon Soldiers with his own strength, so he blocked several more arrows one after another, so he had to float down and return to his own army.

In this way, on a hillside of the Mogen Mountains, there was a sudden knock on the ground, and the war drums were beating, that is, on the slopes around the 60,000 Xuanmen immortal soldiers, there was a loud bang, and suddenly a towering huge Dao banner was erected, and the banner was densely painted with strange little people, and next to the Dao Banner, there were demon soldiers, those demon soldiers held weapons, there were many people, holding torches, posing in an attack battle formation, and the inner and outer three layers of the ground immediately surrounded the Xuanmen Immortal Soldiers of Sikong Jieyi tightly.

When Sikong Jie saw this, he was shocked, and hurriedly shouted at his subordinates who were slightly agitated: "Hold your position and prepare to meet the enemy!"

The Xuanmen Immortal Soldiers heard the shouts of the commander, and their hearts were slightly settled, standing in place, clenching their weapons, and staring at the demon soldiers fixedly, their expressions were nervous, and their brains were drenched in a cold sweat.

The demon soldiers surrounded the Xuanmen Immortal Soldiers, but they just stared at Sikong Jieyi and the others vigilantly and viciously, and did not attack.

Immediately, the demon soldiers on the highest hillside in the east retreated to the two sides, and four black horses pulled a chariot, swishing into the void, and stopped in the air above the heads of Sikong Jieyi and others, and on the carriage of the uncovered carriage sat an old man with long eyebrows and ears, a clear face, and slender eyes, and in front of the old man there was a famous piano, called 'Bell', and the old man looked at Sikong Jieyi and others, and actually played it in front of the army. The horn bell came, the fingers picked and plucked, and there was a melodious stirring, implying the metal strike, the bloody battle implication of the piano music, sounded in this silent night, knocking everyone's eardrums, affecting everyone's emotions.

The old man played the piano music as if no one was around, concentrated, and when he was proud, he closed his eyes, shook his head, and secretly chanted, his intention was drunk, as if drinking, a pause, a song, he paused, only then took a deep breath, slowly opened a pair of shining eyes, he looked at Sikong Jieyi, smiled indifferently, and asked: "General Sikong, you are finally here, do you know that the old man has been waiting for you here for a long time?"

Sikong Jieyi didn't know the old man, and asked, "Who are you?"

The old man smiled and said, "The old man is also a treacherous three!"

Sikong Jieyi and the others were secretly taken aback, you must know that one of the four sects of the Demon Gate, the sect leader of the Demon Sect, the Immortal Ghost Sect, has always been a dragon who does not see the head of the dragon, and it is extremely mysterious, and there are very few people who see his dignity on the rivers and lakes, and it is difficult for the world to recognize him, but he did not expect to appear tonight, and it is expected that there will be a vicious battle.

Wei Yao glanced at Pei Zheng and asked with a smile: "Pei Zheng, I heard that you are proficient in music, do you know what kind of song I played just now?"

Pei Zheng shook his head and said with a smile: "I have a false name, I don't dare to speak falsely, Mr. Ya Song, Pei doesn't know!"

"Well, it's normal that you don't know, this song was created by a certain person, and this is the first time to play it, and you can be considered blessed to hear it!"

A smug smile appeared on Wei Yaosan's face, and he continued: "Pei Zheng, now the mortal realm is in the midst of the Warring States, the seven kingdoms are united, the swords and soldiers are continuous, and the chaotic world is also a time of great controversy. Therefore, there are many Xuanmen immortals in the upper realm, and when they are bored, they play games in the lower realm, each choosing a master, and winning fame. And among these nether disciples, in terms of their standout, there are Pang Juan and Sun Bin. Pang Juan and Sun Bin are the tall feet of Mr. Guiguzi, the master of the Lingxu Cave in Cangwu Mountain, after Pang Juan went to the lower realm, he joined the Wei State, and soon he was very prosperous, and he was proud, and later, Sun Bin also went down the mountain and defected to his senior brother Pang Juan, and also wanted to make a name. Who knew that Pang Juan was narrow-minded and jealous, and actually slandered and framed Sun Bin in front of King Wei, causing Sun Bin to be imprisoned and tortured, no one or no ghost. Although Sun Bin was in danger, difficult and disabled, his heart was unwilling, his ambition did not fall, he made a clever plan, escaped from Wei, hid in Qi, secretly helped Qi to train his troops, and waited for an opportunity to rise. A few years later, as fate would have it, the two brothers really fought endlessly, and then later, Sun Bin was the best after all, and a few years later, he set up an ambush in Maling Road, killed Pang Juan, and avenged the humiliated short legs. When I heard this story the day before yesterday, I was really embarrassed and emotional, and I realized a lot, so I deliberately named the song I created today as Maling Road. ”

The trickster smiled hehe, suddenly looked down, stared at Sikong Jieyi and the others, and shouted: "Sikong Jieyi, tonight, this Mogen Mountain falls down the slope, it is your Ma Ling Dao! Suffer death!" He put his ten fingers on the strings, from the inside out, and played hard, with the sound of the sharp piano, a powerful true force formed a huge wave of qi, attacking the Xuanmen immortal soldiers in the canyon from the air.

"Be careful!"

Sikong Jieyi and Pei Zheng shouted, jumped up, slammed their palms, and struck out the true qi, and the true qi also formed waves of qi, hitting the strength of the three exertions, and when they landed, they made an explosion in the air, and ripples were made in the air, and the power was so strong that even the void trembled.

Pei Zheng stared at the disciples of Xuanmen, yelled at the demon soldiers: "In a desperate situation, there is no way to retreat, if you want to survive, you can only fight, kill!"

The disciples of Xuanmen heard Pei Zheng's words, and also knew that they were under siege tonight, and they would die without a fight, since they were dead anyway, it was better to give it a go, maybe there was a trace of life, so it stimulated their desire to survive, and stimulated their fighting spirit against the sky, they gritted their teeth, put away their fear, and roared, and rushed out of the position, desperately pounced on the demon soldiers, waving the weapons in their hands, it was a burst of slashing and cutting, the momentum was like a rainbow, and its shape was like a tiger.

"Kill me!"

When the three treacherous disciples of the Xuanmen sect saw their desperate posture, they were stunned for a moment, and then they smiled contemptuously, hum! Dying and struggling, his ambition is commendable, and the grasshopper shakes the tree, and seeks his own death! He also shouted at the Xuanmen disciples, that is, he bit the middle finger of his right hand, drew runes in the palm of his left hand with blood, and recited words in his mouth, and when the runes were written, a golden light flashed in the palm of his left hand, he raised his hand and shone the golden light on those Dao banners one by one, and the strange villains painted on the Dao banners also flashed with golden light, and then, the villain jumped off the Dao banner, and as soon as his feet landed, his body grew violently, and he looked several times higher than the normal demon man, and he turned into a real demon soldier, joined his companions, commanded others, moved the formation, met Pei Zheng and others, brandished weapons, or stabbed or slashed, and fought hard。

For a while, in the boundary of the Falling Horse Slope within a radius of several miles in the Mogen Mountain Range, no matter in the air or on the ground, a tragic battle of immortals and demons broke out, fighting dusty and shaking the mountains.

decapitation and disappointment,

poke the eye through the chest,

Blood splatters,

Wailing abounded.

The worldly Shura field,

Everywhere there are unjust souls,

It's miserable! It's miserable!