The Dutian Lingguan Road that started from the Taoist soldiers

Chapter 165: Southern Region Insider
All the tests of civil and military officials at the banquet were defeated by Wu Yong.

The magicians of all kinds could only lower their heads and stand up to make way.

Wu Yong raised the cup in his right hand, looking drunk. After he raised his head and drank the sweet rain, he stretched out his right hand horizontally, and the silver-patterned pillar that lifted the entire roof and led straight to the sea of ​​clouds slowly emanated silver light and mysterious yellow air. The gold and silver air turned into a thousand-foot dragon breath, and after circling for several circles, it suddenly drilled into Wu Yong's body.

After about a dozen breaths, the silver-patterned pillar that pierced the sky slowly shrank and turned into a bamboo stick several feet long. It spun in the dark dome and fell into Wu Yong's right palm.

Seeing that the masters looked unhappy and stood aside without saying anything, Wu Yong raised his staff and performed a few moves, then put away his weapon and said firmly:
"We were summoned by the Dao Court to the Southern Region to quell the incident, not to fight with you or to see who has more magical power!"

"Don't forget that the Dongzhou Road army was unable to enter Wuxi County and had to march straight into the mountains of the Southern Region, where they were ambushed and defeated. This was a thorn in the eyes of those in Yujing."

"If you still want to show us your power, then tie your hands and feet and wait for the Dao Court's order..."

Wu Yong sneered and knocked twice on the table with his fingers.

The Yue people in Jiaozhou were cunning and could be chatting and laughing one moment but stab you in the back the next. Wu Yong had no choice but to give them a heads-up.

Fortunately, the Yue people are far away from Yujing, and the reputation of Daoting can still suppress their arrogance.

After Wu Yong's warning, the Yue Mage in the field remained silent, but the eyes of those waiting in the field were intertwined, half believing and half doubting, and they were also unsure in their hearts!
"Tell me about it."

"Why did the Wuman in the mountains start a war with the Wuxi and Jiuye counties, and how were the thousands of troops from Dongzhou annihilated?"

"Wang Xu, write down everything he said and present it to Yujing!"

Wu Yong sat alone at the desk, but his stern expression did not change at all.

"Yes."

The Taoist woman at the back put down her pipa, knelt beside the table, and was using a jade talisman to record what was said in the scene.

Are you going to take this seriously?

The three great magicians of the Bian, Bu and Liu families all frowned.

We can't really let him take advantage of this situation and give the other cultivators in Jiaozhou a severe beating, can we?

Immediately, a magician from the group of cultivators stepped forward, first teasing Wu Yong, and then telling him the cause of the accident:
"Everyone, this matter still needs to be traced back hundreds of years."

"The various side sects in the Southern Region were suppressed by Jiuzhou, so the Qianshan Spiritual Land was naturally occupied by the Wuman Nine Veins. After hundreds of years of development, the Wuman had frequent frictions with Jiaozhou."

"Some time ago, the gradually declining Nightmare Barbarians among the Nine Witch Barbarian Sects were assassinated. For a time, the entire Southern Region was shaken. The Ghost Barbarians, Gu Barbarians, Beast Barbarians, and Blood Barbarians all went out to slaughter all of us cultivators in the mountains of the Southern Region..."

The sons of the Nightmare Barbarians were stabbed, and the other barbarians were shocked, so they assassinated all the cultivators in the Southern Region?

Seeing Wang Xu writing quickly and engraving the reason on the jade talisman, Wu Yong curled his lips.

Why did the Yue people from Jiaozhou appear in the mountains of the southern region, and why did several mages join in the battle and start a magic duel?

I'm afraid he has also set his eyes on the Void Witch Palace and Nightmare Magic inheritance of the Nightmare Barbarian lineage?
Then he turned his gaze towards the Qiongming cultivators and said with a smile:

"Then I'm afraid we'll have to pacify all the tribes together, okay?"

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and turned to ask the Five Rivers cultivators:

"By the way, what is the current situation of the Southern Territory's side clan? How did the Wuman clan become so powerful that they could fight all the way from the depths of the Southern Territory to Jiaozhou?"

When they were trying to exorcise the evil sects, they shouldn't have wiped them out so thoroughly that there wasn't even a little territory left? Or had they already surrendered to the barbarians?

"Reporting to the Dharma Master, there are still a few side gates in those mountains, but they can't defend against the nine tribes of witches and barbarians."

"The leader of the Five Poison Sect is also a master of poison. In the past, he was a wandering cultivator. He ventured into the heart of Qianshan and stole the treasure of Guman. He was then able to be called the ancestor."

"But they were hunted down by the Guman like a stray dog. Today they lost a mountain, tomorrow they lost a village, and they have been roaming around on a mountain for years."

"The Heshan Dao was mostly suppressed in the past. Now there is not even a real person left. The Heshan Daoists are barely surviving on various hilltops."

"More and more independent cultivators have sought shelter under the barbarian tribe and become accomplices to the evil..."

Seeing that they could no longer ask what they wanted, the cultivators in Qiongming looked at each other. Among them, the two Taoists with golden crowns who were sitting on Wu Yong's right smiled coldly and prepared to leave.

The drunken Master Bian also forced himself to cheer up and bid farewell to Wu Yong.

During the banquet, the county governor acted as if he was not present from beginning to end and did not say a word.

Ignoring the attempts of many mages in Wuxi County to retain them, Wu Yong and his companions led the Taoist army, and five treasure ships soared into the sky, rushing out of the county from the huge city of Wuxi.

However, before they had gone far, the county governor behind them sent people to catch up and led Wu Yong and others to rest aside.

It is not easy to be the governor of Wuxi County. The three local tribes are in collusion with each other, and he can only carry out important duties of the court on weekdays. However, he knows exactly where this batch of soldiers came from and where they are going.

As powerful as the Three Tribes of Wuxi were, the county governor was as considerate. Although he did not show up, he had already arranged a huge spiritual villa for this Taoist army, with all the facilities for meals, rest, etc.

"Is this county governor a member of the True Lord's army?"

Wu Yong crossed his arms over his chest, looked at the servants working in Lingzhuang, and asked softly.

"Not really, it's just that the clan issued a private decree."

A mage with a golden crown on his head took two steps forward and stood beside Wu Yong. "Where do you think we should start?"

From the information revealed by the governor of Wuxi County and the three major Yue tribes, we only know that there has been a change of heart among the nine Wuman clans, and several major clans such as Gu, Ghost, and Beast have left the depths of the southern region and are heading towards the edge of Jiaozhou.

"These three veins, Gu Man, Beast Man, and Ghost Man, are there any True Lords in charge?"

"It's a pity that you came from Yujing and I came from the East China Sea. What else can we do? We can only rob it by force."

Wu Yong narrowed his eyes slightly. He didn't even know the most basic questions. How far had the game between the nine witch and barbarian clans progressed? Was the Nightmare Barbarian clan already doomed? Who was in control of the Nightmare Witch Temple? These specific questions were completely unknown.

There was no better solution at the moment.

"Master, why don't you let Li and I go and find out what's going on in the mountain?"

Yin Erlang's expression changed and he stepped forward to ask for orders.

He was originally a real wizard from the Southern Region. It was a miracle that he returned in the form of a Yin God after hundreds of years.

What's more, now that he and others have been sealed through miraculous methods, their strength has become that of a hundred calamities Yin spirits, no less powerful than those at their peak in the past. It is safest for them to enter the Southern Region to explore.

"Heshan Dao, Old Yin, I still have a group of disciples and grandchildren. They may be of use after we enter the Southern Region!"

"Man Li, maybe there are some old Man from your batch who are still alive. Why not pay a private visit to them?"

Yin Erlang's thoughts turned and he immediately came up with a plan.

The cultivators in Qiongming were still confused, not knowing the origins of these three Yin God spiritual cultivators.

"Yes, you three can just take the soldiers of the Shaying Camp with you. Erlang is smart and Xueshenzi is steady. You three must give your all to help them!"

Wu Yong glanced at Yin Erlang meaningfully.

Then he took out a magic hairpin from his sleeve, and with a light push, it floated in front of the Blood God Son.

"You are the most calm, so you are in charge of this green hairpin. If you encounter any bad situation, just return it."

Yu Dao's top magic weapon - the Qingmu Hairpin, can tear a space crack in the barrier and trap array. Combined with his all-pervasive blood sea escape, no one can stop him unless the True Lord takes action.

Wu Yong knew that Yin Erlang had been talking about it for a long time. He was afraid that Heshan Dao must have left a lot of treasures in the mountains of the southern region, and this guy could not hold back any longer.

So they didn't stop him and let the three of them go in to explore the way!
After the Blood God Son took the treasured hairpin and the sea of ​​blood wrapped the other two gentlemen and fled into the mountains, Wu Yong turned around and explained:
"These three are the real people who died in the turmoil of the evil ways in the southern region seven hundred years ago. After seven hundred years of suffering, they also entered the ghost cultivation spiritual path. If these three people explore the way, there may be unexpected gains."

Oh?
If that is true.

The cultivators in Qiongming had no idea that Wu Yong had this skill. If these three people could go into the Southern Territory to explore a bit, it would be better than him and others' repeated attempts.

"However, there is no need to place too much hope on them."

"Starting tomorrow, we will expand from the south of Wuxi into the mountains. All the Wuman we see, whether they are mortals or barbarian cultivators, must be driven away from the border!"

After all, the purpose of his mission was to quell the conflict in the Southern Territory, so naturally he had to show an unstoppable momentum.

Seeing that the cultivators still didn't quite understand, Wu Yong glanced at the difficult mountains and said:
"The Holy Temple of the Nightmare Witch is either at the place where the Great True Lord of the Nightmare Witch passed away or at the ancestral land of the Nightmare Barbarians. In any case, it is impossible to be located on the edge of Jiaozhou. If we don't break in openly, how can we get close to the ancestral land of the Nightmare Barbarians?"

"Brothers, please get ready. We will sail directly into the mountains of the Southern Region starting tomorrow. On each of the five ships, only one guardian or mage will show up!"

With nearly twenty third-level combat forces, things will always become much simpler.

But Wu Yong couldn't help but lose the filter he had for Wang Qingxian, Wang Zhenjun, his senior.

What is the current situation of Lian Yanman? Is there anyone in the clan's temple who can suppress him? To what extent has he fallen? Have other witch clans succeeded?

I don't know at all!
As long as Wang Zhenjun knew that the Nightmare Barbarians were once glorious and had a blessed temple, he would dare to mobilize almost half of his own forces and let Wu Yong fight for him...

With just one word from the ancestor, the younger generation of alchemists in his clan had to fight for it with their lives.

What an old ghost.

Wu Yong said goodbye to the other cultivators, found a courtyard and went in to rest.

As soon as he sat down at the desk in the hall, Wu Yong began to piece together the information he had learned so far.

The nine Wuman clans have developed over hundreds of years. The ghost, poison, and beast clans have become the upper clans, with the True Lord suppressing them. They seem to have set their sights on the temple of the declining Nightmare Man.
The Yue people families in Wuxi and Jiuyuan counties also sent troops to explore the Yanman lineage, and it seemed that they had the same intention?

The young leader of the Yanman tribe was stabbed in the back, and the people of the Yan tribe were in a panic, but they didn’t know how many of his direct descendants there were, and whether they had died out.
The evil ways of the Southern Region declined, and it was difficult to check the barbarians;

It seems that not all the cultivators of the Wang family are so concerned about this matter, and they have not even prepared basic intelligence. Was it because Wang Qingxian was too hasty in commanding, or was there something dirty in his family?

Yin Erlang sent a message to Wu Yong before leaving, saying that he was going to dig up a treasure from Heshan Road.

……

Wu Yong engraved these pieces of information on the jade piece, and then compared and deduced them repeatedly, and roughly restored the surface situation of the Southern Region.

(End of this chapter)