Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

At this time, the demon bird had shrunk to a few feet in size, staring at the two demons with unwillingness, with no intention of dodging.

However, just as the two demons were about to pounce, there was a "puff" sound.

The blue bird's body exploded and turned into countless blue lights, disappearing without a trace.

The Yin and Yang Demons stood there in a daze, their bodies suddenly stopped.

"How is this going?"

The old man who had escaped death asked in great joy. At this moment, his magic power was almost exhausted and he thought he was doomed.

The old man looked into the distance, and as far as his sight could reach, he saw a figure in white, looming in the sea of ​​fire.

The leading elder heaved a sigh of relief, a look of relief on his face, and murmured:
"It looks like it's safe for now."

He knew very well that if he delayed any longer, he might even lose his life.

On the battlefield, the disappearance of Mulan Holy Bird was quickly noticed by the monks and mages, triggering completely different reactions.

The mages' faces suddenly changed, while the morale of the monks was greatly boosted.

Tian Zhong, the skinny old man who was fighting with his opponent, also showed an expression of disbelief.

The sudden disappearance of the holy bird was obviously not due to the exhaustion of its energy, but rather the result of the Tiannan monk successfully extinguishing the ancient Yuanming lamp.

During this period, many waves of black-robed men and mages attempted to destroy the Soul-Crying Beast first.

Unfortunately.

With the protection of Xuan Gu and She Xu, Mulan Fa Shi will naturally not succeed.

Wang Lin, with blazing flames emanating from his body, fell from mid-air.

After seeing Ti Hun wipe out the last external bronze-armored corpse, he waved to it without hesitation.

The Soul-Crying Beast's body flashed with black light, and its body shrank instantly, turning into a black rainbow and instantly disappearing into Wang Lin's life space.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by harsh roars.

The noise was so loud that it was deafening.

Dark clouds hundreds of feet wide pressed down from the sky, with green lightning and fire swirling in the clouds, and the sky suddenly changed color.

Wang Lin raised the corner of his mouth slightly and slowly raised his head.

"Who killed my sect's wife? I will extract his soul and refine his spirit to avenge him!"

A thunder-like roar came from the dark clouds, it was the voice of the Yinluo Sect's leader.

Wang Lin put his hands behind his back and looked quietly into the air.

"The winner has not yet been decided, why are you leaving in such a hurry? I am just thinking of exchanging some magic skills with you, fellow Taoist."

As soon as he finished speaking, the voice of the old demon Hehuan came from afar, with a hint of ethereality.

Then, a gray mist descended from the sky and blocked the dark clouds. The leader of Yinluo Sect said coldly in the dark clouds:
"Move aside. I have no intention of sparring with you at the moment. If you try to stop me again, don't blame me for being rude."

The old demon He Huan sneered, showing no intention of backing down, and said:
"You're welcome? I've lived for so long, and few people have been rude to me. Just use whatever means you have."

The black-robed man in the dark clouds was silent for a moment, then said grimly:
"Since you are so ignorant, I, the sect master, have no intention of wasting any more time. Today, I will let you see the power of our sect's most precious treasure, the 'Ghost Luo Banner'."

The leader of the Yinluo Sect seemed to laugh out of anger, and when the old demon Hehuan heard the name "Ghost Luo Banner", a hint of surprise and excitement appeared in his voice.

The brief conversation between the two shocked all the immortal cultivators fighting below.

The partner of the Yinluo Sect's leader was unexpectedly murdered by a cultivator from Tiannan. When the news came out, all the cultivators were surprised and began to speculate on the identity of the murderer.

Just when everyone thought that the old demon general Hehuan was going to engage in a fierce battle with the Jin State's demon cultivators at low altitude, something strange happened.

A shrill sound was heard from the distant sky, accompanied by flashes of light, and dozens of beams of light rushed towards them.

Before I could get close, someone shouted loudly:

"Masters, stop immediately! Something unexpected happened on the grassland, the situation has changed!"

This person obviously wanted everyone to hear him, and he even used a secret technique to amplify his voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, the speed of these escaping lights increased sharply and penetrated the battlefield in an instant.

Both sides of the mages heard it clearly, and most of them paused their attacks in shock, looking at the newcomers in surprise.

When the skinny old man heard this, his heart sank suddenly.

Long Han and others on the opposite side were also surprised when they heard this, and their offensive slowed down slightly.

The old man decisively withdrew and retreated dozens of feet away. After glancing coldly at the monks opposite, he turned into a shocking rainbow and headed straight towards the dozen or so mages.

Long Han hesitated for a moment and did not chase after them with the other monks.

The old man had not been defeated just now, and even had a slight advantage. If we rashly chase him now, it would be difficult to gain the upper hand.

The messenger had deliberately let them hear what he had just said, so there must be something fishy going on. It would be better to wait and see what happened.

Since the Mulan grassland was mentioned, could this matter be related to the Tuwu people?
As Long Han's mind turned, he had some vague guesses.

Wang Lin raised the corner of his mouth slightly, turned to look at Master Le in the crowd opposite, and a smile appeared on his lips.

The brilliance of the escaping lights gradually faded, revealing a dozen mages in different costumes.

The leader, a yellow-robed mage, was actually in the middle Nascent Soul stage.

It is really strange that such a powerful mage has never appeared in previous wars.

Judging from this situation, the possibility that the other party is bluffing is extremely small.

Deep in the clouds, the old demon and the leader of the Yinluo Sect hid in silence.

When the skinny old man saw the yellow-robed monk, he was shocked and looked incredulous.

Before he could open his mouth, the yellow-robed Taoist priest had already flown to his side and whispered a few words to him.

After hearing this, the old man's face suddenly turned gloomy.

Then, the yellow-robed monk took out a jade slip from his arms and presented it with both hands.

The old man took the jade slip and immersed himself in it. After a moment, his face turned extremely pale.

He pondered for a moment, communicated with the yellow-robed monk via telepathy, then suddenly turned around, with a gloomy face, and fled towards Long Han again.

"We don't need to continue fighting, otherwise it will only benefit the other side."

The Mulan God-blessing Master came in front of Long Han and spoke in an unusually calm tone.

"What do you mean? If you want to stop the war, you need to give a reason."

Long Han's eyes flickered and he responded without comment.

Due to Wang Lin's unexpected display of power, he successively killed the opponent's bronze-armored corpse and the green monster bird. However, the situation on the field was still stalemate and it was difficult to determine the winner.

Long Han did not think that the other party chose to retreat out of fear.

"Are you sending a team of monks to plunder the warehouses of our Tiantian City?"

The old man did not directly respond to Long Han's question, but suddenly asked back with a gloomy expression.

Long Han was shocked, but he remained calm on the surface. After his eyes flickered a few times, he replied calmly:
"It's true. It seems you have noticed it!"

"Noticed? Humph, if there wasn't a third party interfering, you might have succeeded." The old man showed anger, but then calmed down.

"Third party?"

Upon hearing this, Long Han frowned.

The skinny old man said no more, moved his lips slightly, and sent a message to Long Han.

"This is happening!"

After hearing only two sentences, Long Han lost his composure and screamed, unable to remain calm any longer.

"Now that things have come to this, is there any need for this divine master to deceive you?"

The old man said in a bad tone.

Long Han frowned, pondered for a moment, then resolutely raised his hand and released a talisman.

This talisman flew straight up into the sky, and instantly transformed into several golden balls of light, which exploded brilliantly in the air. The light was dazzling and eye-catching.

Seeing this, the monks who were fighting stopped and quickly retreated back to the monk camp.

The monks who had already decided to stop retreated quickly and orderly like a flock of frightened birds.

The mage camp on the opposite side, using some mysterious method to convey information, also retreated silently.

Among them, the particularly eye-catching blood vampire and the huge stone giant were also forcibly separated by powerful spells.

In an instant, the war seemed to be paused by an invisible hand, and the fighting stopped temporarily.

In a flash, the open space between the two camps became empty, as if the fierce battle before was just an illusory dream.

The two sides seemed to have returned to the time before the war broke out, each standing on two sides.

However, this brief battle still brought considerable losses to both sides, with both sides suffering casualties and severe damage to their vitality.

Fortunately, the casualties among high-level monks and mages were not serious.

In the mage camp, although everyone was somewhat confused, they managed to remain quiet on the surface.

As for the monks, although they withdrew as instructed, they could not help but become agitated at this moment, with discussions rising one after another.

Some high-level monks even surrounded Long Han, anxiously asking what had happened.

However, Long Han just smiled bitterly and remained silent, which made the monks around him quite dissatisfied.

In this tense atmosphere, the dark clouds and gray fog that had originally filled the sky slowly dissipated at the same time, and the figures of the old demon Hehuan and the man in black robes were clearly revealed.

The two looked at each other coldly, and there seemed to be lightning flashing in the air.

At the same time, the sounds of fighting and the strange scenes in the sky also stopped abruptly.

Afterwards, Wei Wuya and Master Zhiyang slowly floated down from the sky safely.

The monks camp immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and everyone looked relieved.

Seeing that the three great monks had returned safely, Long Han finally spoke.

In order to avoid causing panic, this news can only be spread within a small range for the time being.

Only the cultivators in the middle Nascent Soul stage and a few cultivators with special identities were summoned.

After setting up a few simple prohibitions in front of the formation, they began to discuss the unfavorable news they had just received from the Mulan people.

In view of Wang Lin's outstanding performance in today's battle, he naturally attended the meeting without any dispute.

Wang Lin witnessed Long Han using the soundproofing shield and taking out several small flags from his body to form a fog wall to isolate the outside world. He remained silent and thought to himself.

There are not many monks here. Apart from several old monsters trapped in the blood cover, there are only more than twenty people.

These people represented the majority of the forces participating in the war.

"Fellow Daoist Long, what exactly happened? Why are the Mulan people suddenly unwilling to fight anymore?" asked Master Zhiyang.

"It's really strange. We have fought to this point, could it be that the other party still wants to make peace?" Wei Wuya was also confused.

"The other side is not dreaming of peace, but they are afraid that we can no longer continue fighting." Long Han explained with a wry smile.

"Why is this so? Are there really other forces involved?" The old demon Hehuan frowned and asked in surprise.

"That's right. It was the Tuwu people who took action. It is said that they united with several sects of the Jin Dynasty to attack the Mulan people together."

"The largest tribe of the Mulan people guarding the rear was destroyed a month ago. It's just that the Tuwu people blocked the news, so other tribes are still unaware of it."

"It seems that the Tuwu people intend to reap the benefits and also have plans for our Tiannan." Long Han said in a deep voice.

When the monks heard this, they all felt depressed. The scene suddenly fell into silence.

"Huh! Is this news true? The Tuwu people are very far away from us. Are the Mulan people bluffing?"

Soul-Breaking Master showed a look of doubt.

"No. The group led by Tianhen Laoguai who entered Tiantian City failed."

"It is said that the Tuwu spies lurking among the Mulan people have the same goal as us and have also sent a team to sneak into Tiantian City in an attempt to rob the Mulan people's warehouse."

"As a result, I met Fellow Daoist Tianhen unexpectedly, and both sides were accidentally exposed. After this battle, everyone should have understood."

"The Mulan people who fought with all their might might be slightly weaker than us, but they fought with the intention of dying. If it weren't for Fellow Daoist Wang's great power at the critical moment, defeating those bronze-armored corpses and Mulan's sacred birds one after another, we would have been in danger of a disastrous defeat."

"Although all the major forces on our side have come out together, they have not exerted their full strength. Nearly half of the disciples from each sect have stayed behind to guard the mountain gate."

"If we really have to continue fighting, even if we can completely wipe out the Mulan Fasi who has no way to retreat, we will also lose all our strength. If the Tuwu people launch an attack afterwards, we will definitely not be able to resist." Long Han said helplessly.

Upon hearing that Wang Lin had defeated the refined corpses and the demonic birds, the cultivators who knew about this for the first time could not help but look at Wang Lin with surprise on their faces.

Wang Lin looked normal, with no abnormal expression at all.

"Humph! The Mulan people covet our territory. How can we negotiate peace? Do we really have to give them half of the land?"

Wei Wuya seemed a little displeased and said coldly.

"It is naturally impossible to divide the territory in half."

"However, in the border area of ​​the Mulan grassland, two areas can be arbitrarily designated for the Mulan people to live in, so that the attack of the Tuwu people can still be taken over by the Mulan people."

"After all, these two tribes are mortal enemies, and it is impossible for them to turn against each other. Of course, the Tuwu people are powerful at the moment, so we still need to join forces with the Mulan people."

They were enemies just now, but in the blink of an eye, Long Han said they had become allies.

But none of the monks showed any surprise. They were all old monsters who had lived for hundreds of years and were used to the ever-changing situation.

As long as it is in their interests, they will naturally not act emotionally.

"Won't the areas near the border be divided into the territory of our Nine-Nation Alliance?" Wei Wuya looked grim.

"This is also a helpless move. Only your alliance's territory borders the Mulan Grassland."

"Of course, this loss cannot be borne entirely by your alliance. Let's discuss and see if we can make appropriate compensation to your alliance."

Long Han explained.

When discussing matters related to the Mulan people, Wei Wuya lightly evaded the matter, saying that he needed to understand the Mulan people's plans before discussing the matter.

Wang Lin noticed that although Master Zhiyang and Old Demon Hehuan seemed to be hesitating on the surface, they were actually moved. However, they did not speak out in agreement for the sake of Wei Wuya's face.

Wang Lin secretly lamented that all parties were scheming against each other when it came to their own interests. (End of this chapter)