Starting as a centurion, he fought his way through the chaos of the world.

Chapter 124 Terrifying Formation

Just as Lu Ming was preparing to wait for the rebel army to arrive on the Feixia Plain.

At this time, the Bai family had already received news of the great victory in Mingzhou.

Bai Tu looked at the letter in his hand, his gaze sweeping over the younger generation of his family, a complex expression appearing in his eyes.

"This governor is quite capable. He divided his troops into two groups and launched a surprise attack on Mingzhou. He defeated the Ming King in just one battle. He is quite a figure."

“Father, although Mingzhou has fallen into his hands, now a million-strong allied army is heading towards the Feixia Plain. Not to mention him, even Lin Hong’s 800,000-strong army might not be able to stop them. As far as I know, there are more than a dozen experts at the Core Formation Realm gathered here this time.”

There are also several Golden Core cultivators, making them the strongest force in the entire Southern Frontier.

Putting all that aside, the Southern King's vanguard army alone is enough to give him a run for his money.

Bai Hong pointed out the rebel army's marching routes on the map one by one. There were a total of seventeen lines, each representing a rebel army with a number ranging from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands.

Such a scene is enough to send chills down your spine.

"Father, we..."

"We're not doing anything. We've already severed ties with Lu Ming. We can just sit back and watch the tigers fight. Remember, aristocratic families will never get involved in direct combat. Didn't you see what happened to the Wang family of Mingzhou?"

Even without Lu Ming's intervention, if they were defeated by someone else, they would still face certain death. Before his second son could finish speaking, Bai Tu waved his hand and said.

After speaking, he looked at his favorite junior, Xian'er, and asked, "Do you think Lu Ming has a chance of winning this battle?"

"I don't know, but I have a feeling that we underestimated him this time," Bai Xian'er said, shaking her head.

If Lu Ming wins, given the Bai family's attitude towards this governor, their own family will likely face difficulties in the future.

"He's just a dead man. What's the big deal about underestimating him? His best outcome is to escape back to the Six States and eke out a living." Bai Hong glanced at his daughter and said, feeling very dissatisfied with her repeated questioning of her father.

Bai Xian'er lowered her head and stopped speaking.

A brief silence fell over the hall.

Bai Tu took a deep breath and said, "In the near future, communicate more with the rebels and have the clan soldiers increase their defense of the clan city, creating a standoff with the governor's army, but remember not to take action."

Clearly, he still favored the rebels.

Such an instruction is clearly a gesture of goodwill.

"Yes, Father!" Bai Hong replied hastily.

Then, the Bai family members left the hall.

On the border of the desolate state, a huge camp stretches as far as the eye can see, nestled among the mountains and forests.

The camp was filled with Imperial Guards clad in golden armor.

Each one of them exuded an imposing aura.

A powerful aura emanated from his body.

Inside the command tent, Grand Tutor Lin Hong sat at the head of the table. He was tall and imposing, with a serious face. His dark gold armor made him look even more majestic, and his silver-white beard and hair shone with a luster, giving him the feeling of being as imposing as a mountain.

Behind it lay a huge black tiger, its silky fur undulating like waves with its lazy movements.

A huge head, hanging down to the ground.

The Grand Tutor leaned against his body, giving people a tremendous sense of oppression.

Four people stood on either side; they were all retainers of the Grand Tutor's mansion, and their cultivation had already reached the Core Formation stage.

Below, there were more than a dozen generals.

Each of them possessed considerable cultivation and abundant vital energy.

It exuded a faint murderous aura.

"How is Governor Lu Ming doing?"

"Lord Lu has just killed the Ming King, and the three prefectures are about to be recovered. However, the situation is not optimistic. A million rebels are heading towards the Feixia Plain, and Governor Lu currently has less than 100,000 men under his command."

"It seems they are preparing to intercept the rebels there, but the disparity in strength between them is too great," a general stepped forward and said.

Lin Hong's eyes flickered slightly. "He's the Prime Minister's godson, isn't he? He's quite a good kid. If he can return alive after this battle, I'll owe him a favor."

But as he said this, a look of regret unconsciously appeared on his face.

Clearly, he didn't believe Lu Ming could win.

Even he, under such circumstances, did not believe he could reverse the situation.

"Grand Tutor, we..."

"Our only chance of survival now is to break through the desolate state. At this point, we shouldn't place our hopes on anyone else; we can only save ourselves," Lin Hong said calmly.

He was also very anxious.

But at this time, it cannot be shown.

“The Grand Tutor is right,” a general quickly replied.

But he felt bitter inside, knowing how difficult it would be to conquer the desolate state.

Although the Wilderness Kings only occupied two states, the Great Wilderness Sect behind them was extremely troublesome.

Moreover, they also possess the ability to control beasts.

The desolate land is mostly mountainous and densely forested, where countless beasts hide.

Each time you enter, you will face endless attacks from beasts.

This caused immense suffering for all the soldiers.

Let alone the fact that food supplies are already insufficient, even if they were plentiful.

It would take several years to break in.

Now, they can be said to be in dire straits.

At this moment, Lu Ming was not concerned about any of this. There were still five days before the start of the war, and he had to prepare for the upcoming battle.

With a flick of his wrist, an Earth Element Fruit appeared in his palm.

Now, I have less than ten million points left, which is just right. I'll see if I can use them to further improve my strength.

Then, his consciousness merged with the earth's veins.

He began to cultivate in silence.

Meanwhile, the army under his command dared not be negligent.

Under the urging of Zhang Mu and Lu Shi, they began to practice the formation in full swing.

Time flies, and several days have passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, Lu Ming felt the ground tremble and suddenly opened his eyes.

He knew that the Southern King's army must have arrived.

Now, Lu Ming can borrow the power of the earth's veins within a radius of four hundred miles.

At the same time, one can also sense the slightest movement of the wind and grass on this land.

"Phew, I guess I'm at the mid-stage of the first-level Earth Master now." He felt the power of the earth beneath his feet increase.

A look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

If he were to face a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator now, he might have an overwhelming advantage.

"Xiao Lin!" the voice rang out.

The other party immediately ran over from a distance.

"grown ups!"

Lu Ming looked at the young man in front of him.

"Notify Zhang Mu to prepare the formation; the enemy is about to arrive."

Then, he patted Xiao Lin on the shoulder and said, "Fight this battle well. If you make a contribution, I will promote you to general."

He smiled as he spoke.

"Yes, sir!" Xiao Lin said excitedly.

Then, he ran out.

A short time later, the army on the Feixia Plain underwent a change.

The army of hundreds of thousands began to constantly change its position.

A moment later, a huge array appeared in front of Lu Ming.

Besides the troops Lu Ming brought with him, the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation also included tens of thousands of captured enemy soldiers. After these days of training, they had already mastered the formation.

"Grand and imposing" is no longer sufficient to describe the formation.

The massive, dark army was lined up in an orderly fashion.

Their bodies were connected by a faint, mysterious light.

Each door exudes a different aura and light, and from a distance, they appear to be several dozen feet tall.

The Gate of Life and the Gate of View were shrouded in white mist, with a shimmering light, resembling the gates to a fairyland.

The Injury Gate, Shock Gate, and Rest Gate were shrouded in black mist, exuding a sinister and murderous aura.

The Gate of Du and the Gate of Death are shrouded in a blood-red mist, revealing withered bones and blood pools, resembling a purgatory.

The formation rotates, making it difficult to distinguish left from right and east from west.

Once you enter it, your life and death are no longer in your own hands.

Lu Ming rode his warhorse and appeared on the high platform in the formation, with Xiao Lin holding the command flag and standing behind him.

Hundreds of thousands of troops were all within sight.

At that moment, a surge of pride welled up within him. At the same time, Xiao Lin felt an even greater admiration for Lu Ming; in his heart, his master was already an extraordinary figure.

He simply couldn't understand who could possibly set up such a massive formation.

Just then, the Southern King's army finally arrived.

This is a middle-aged man, wearing a red python robe, with a tall and straight figure and fair skin.

It exudes an air of nobility.

He gazed into the distance, looking at the formation before him.

His brows furrowed involuntarily.

He turned to the Canglan Sect Master beside him and asked, "Senior, do you recognize this formation?"

“Never seen it before.” The Canglan Sect Master shook his head, wearing a light blue Daoist robe with a long sword on his back.

His face showed a solemn expression.

Then, his gaze shifted to an elder. "Third Elder, why don't you take a few disciples and give it a try?"

The Canglan Sect clearly takes this Southern King very seriously.

Not only did the sect leader arrive, but he also brought several elders and a large number of disciples with him.

“Yes, Sect Master!” an old man stepped forward and said.

Behind him followed a dozen or so people, all disciples of the Third Elder.

Most of them are at the Qi Refining stage, and a few are at the Foundation Establishment stage.

As the Third Elder's body flew out, they followed closely behind.

The longsword in his hand gleamed softly.

However, they stopped when they got close to the formation, seemingly choosing a way to enter.

"Master, which gate should we go through?"

"Follow me!" Upon hearing his disciple's question, the Third Elder didn't waste any words and charged headlong into the blood-mist-shrouded Gate of Death.

In his view, the aura of the Gate of Life was upright and legitimate, which must be a decoy, and might be the most dangerous.

The Death Gate may seem terrifying, but it's actually all show and no substance.

As he flew in, the others followed closely behind.

In an instant, it disappeared into the blood-red mist.

The Third Elder was very vigilant; as soon as he entered, he began to perform a magic incantation.

In an instant, the area within dozens of feet of his body was covered by waves of azure sword light.

They revolved around him and his disciples.

Prevent being ambushed.

"Boom!"

However, just as he was about to go deeper, he saw a towering wave of blood descend.

"Azure Wave Sword!"

In haste, he formed another sword incantation.

In an instant, a blue sword beam tens of meters long appeared above their heads, slashing towards the giant wave.

"Bang!" But the next moment, the sword was instantly knocked away.

A wave of blood crashed down.

The sounds of the protective sword energy around the body being shattered echoed one after another.

Then came the screams of the disciples.

The Third Elder felt countless weapons constantly impacting him from all around.

In the past, these ordinary soldiers, no matter how many there were, would have been no match for him.

But within this formation, for some reason...

It can actually cause astonishing harm to oneself.

"Bang!" His chest was struck by the flail, and it caved in at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If there were outsiders present at that moment, they would see it.

The Third Elder was struck in the chest by a giant wave, then coughed up blood and was sent flying backward.

But in Lu Ming's eyes, it was a different scene.

It was a troop of Ironclad Cavalry, numbering a thousand, wielding flailes as they sped past the Third Elder.

Every charging cavalryman slammed his weapon into the Third Elder's chest.

It seems to happen in just a moment.

However, the Third Elder had already been subjected to thousands of blows from the warhammer.

If he were outside, he could easily dodge such an attack. Even if he managed to withstand it, with his Core Formation Realm cultivation, he might not die.

But now we are inside a formation.

The combined strength of tens of thousands of people was used to suppress a Core Formation cultivator, including experts like Lu Ming.

Its power is terrifying.

The third elder of the Canglan Sect finally fell to the ground, engulfed by the blood wave.

Disappeared in place.

As for his disciples, they completely vanished when the giant wave crashed down.

Looking at the scene before me.

A look of surprise appeared in the eyes of the Southern King.

The sect leader of Canglan had an even more gloomy expression.

His sect doesn't have many experts to begin with; let alone elders, even training disciples is extremely difficult.

Now, in a matter of moments, he died in the battle.

It really broke his heart.

"Your Highness, this formation is strange. Otherwise, we can set up camp here and wait for the others to arrive before breaking the formation together."

“No, we are the vanguard of the army. If we wait for the rear guard to arrive for everything, wouldn’t that make us look incompetent and how would we establish our authority?” The King of the South shook his head.

He was clearly very ambitious and wanted to gain fame through this battle.

The Canglan Sect Master lowered his gaze, "I observe that this formation connects the auras of tens of thousands of people. It appears to be the movement of one person, but in reality, it is the combined effort of tens of thousands of people. It is truly extraordinary. To break this formation alone would require the arrival of a Purple Mansion."

However, the power of humanity has not yet dissipated, so such a master cannot yet come.

There's only one way we can try to break this formation.

"What method?" the Prince of the South asked hurriedly.

"We will charge with a large army to break through the barriers. We will not enter any gates, but directly crash into the walls. I will personally lead the way, using manpower to overcome manpower."

The Canglan Sect Master's deep voice rang out.

However, he wasn't entirely confident about this.

The King of the South nodded and said, "Then we will do as you say, senior. If we win this battle, I am willing to dedicate a province to support the Canglan Sect."

"It's a word."

The Canglan Sect has an extremely strong obsession with the prefectures of Dayu.

The reason is that although the lands beyond the borders are richer in resources, they are too dangerous because they lack the protection of human beings.

Not only do powerful demons frequently attack, but there are also some ferocious clans that bully them from time to time.

A small sect like his can only struggle desperately.

After hearing the promise from the King of the South...

The sect leader had already taken flight and was standing in mid-air.

The Southern King then addressed his generals, "Everyone, follow Sect Master Canglan and charge into the formation! Break this formation, and everyone will be rewarded!"

His voice greatly motivated the soldiers.

"Charge with me!" The voice of the Canglan Sect Master rang out, and he had already soared into the sky as he spoke.

Behind him, the scabbard burst open, and dozens of longswords flew out, condensing into a shield of azure sword light tens of meters long in front of his body.

The blade gleamed, and light flickered.

It crashed into the walls of the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation, trying to break through them.

Behind them were a dozen or so sect disciples, who also used flying swords to clear the way.

Below, a massive, dark army was charging forward.

Standing on the high platform, Lu Ming watched this scene, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up.

It must be said that the Canglan Sect Master has some skill and has seen through some of the tricks, but not many.

Then, he signaled to Xiao Lin to wave the command flag.

The Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation started to rotate the next moment.

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