Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 623 To become nourishment for the Blood River Array is the fortune of you ants.
Where is the Marquis of Qingyang?

This is a question that countless people have in mind.

The Marquis of Qingyang, who orchestrated this massive battle and drew together the strongest warriors from all over the world, was truly suffering from severe injuries and was in seclusion at the Prefectural Governor's Mansion in Donghan County to recuperate.
Or perhaps he had already died from his injuries, which is why there was this battle between the twenty Grandmasters of Qin and Wu Daoling?
If Marquis Qingyang Zhang Yuan was only seriously injured, then what he sought in planning this scheme was to force back the Eastern Wei army and demonstrate the might of the Qin Dynasty, or something else?

If Marquis Qingyang, Zhang Yuan, dies, and this battle is merely a face-saving effort by the Great Qin, then this war will likely become a fight to the death.

It can be said that the location, life or death of Marquis Qingyang are crucial to the outcome of this earth-shattering battle outside Luoying Gorge.

The Great Qin Imperial City.

Qin Tianjian.

Countless starlight converged, transforming into a hundred-foot-long curtain of light.

Emperor Yuankang stood with his hands behind his back in front of the light screen.

Marquis Changning Su Jing and Duke Cheng Guo Lu Jun's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and their bodies tensed up involuntarily.

On the other side, Yu Kuizhen held her breath, her eyes fixed on the light screen, her arms trembling slightly involuntarily.

Within the light screen, twenty Grandmasters formed three formations, with Grandmasters Yao Baiyue and Meng Haoran also providing support.

Even so, he could only barely withstand the power of the Nine Yang Sword Immortal Wu Daoling, who was empowered by 800,000 sword cultivators.

This is the fifth day of the great battle outside Eagle Fall Gorge.

Wu Daoling, the Nine Yang Sword Immortal, was blocked outside the Eagle Falling Gorge and was still unable to advance an inch.

"Wu Daoling did not use his full strength."

Behind Emperor Yuankang, an elderly man dressed in a black robe and wearing a black gauze hat spoke softly.

If he hadn't spoken up, no one in the hall would have noticed his presence.

But when he spoke, everyone couldn't help but turn their heads.

This is a royal offering, recently returned from the Wall in the North.

More than ten people returned in the same batch.

The cultivation levels of these individuals are unknown; they are not even recorded in the Surveillance Department.

They were listed in the Imperial Household Hall, but their names were not on any register in the hall.

It is said that they were directly under the emperor's control.

Su Jing and Lu Jun had spoken privately and had some guesses about the identities of these people.

The powerful cultivators of the Great Qin Dynasty on other continents.

Over the years, countless cultivators from the Great Qin have quietly infiltrated other continents and even beyond the Nine Continents.

Most of them have disappeared without a trace.

Only the emperor of Qin could summon them back.

"The power of that sword formation could not be fully exerted, and Wu Daoling's own combat strength was also suppressed by 30%."

"His swordsmanship bears the mark of the Yangtianzhou Immortal Sword Sect, resembling the legacy of the Sword Tomb."

The old man in black robes swept his gaze across the crowd, his voice calm, as if he were commenting not on the number one expert in Yongtian Continent, but on a junior cultivator.

Emperor Yuan Kang nodded.

"I know."

"He is waiting for Zhang Qingyang."

Inside the main hall, everyone looked at each other, their faces showing curiosity.

Where is the Marquis of Qingyang?

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Eastern Wei Dynasty.

It is three hundred li outside the capital.

Dongtai Mountain.

The sky was shrouded in a dark, bloody mist, and twisted, withered trees on the mountain ridges grotesquely groveled, while tiny white bones floated among the jagged blue stones.

An altar, covering an area of ​​a thousand square feet and standing nine feet tall, is perched deep in the mountain valley.

The altar is made entirely of blood-stained rock, its surface covered with writhing scarlet runes, as if countless maggots were crawling in the cracks of the stone.

As the mountain wind swept through, a mournful wail, like that of a baby crying, echoed from the mountain valley.

Around the altar, a multitude of young men, like ants, knelt with their arms bound. One hundred thousand young men, scattered like clouds.

"That damned emperor tricked us into thinking we were here to build the imperial mausoleum, but he's sending us to our deaths!"

The old man kneeling on the west side of the altar trembled as he pulled on the chains, dark red blood seeping from his cracked lips.

The young man in plain clothes kneeling beside him suddenly sprang to his feet, only to be pulled back to his knees by the black iron chains: "Yuwen Tuo deserves to die a horrible death! It was agreed that he would serve for three months and then be released to return to his hometown!"

Cries and wails rose and fell among the 100,000 young men.

Although they are called young and strong, only a large portion of them are actually young and strong; the majority of the population here consists of elderly men with white hair and old women with gray hair.

The Eastern Wei Xuanjia soldiers guarding the position gripped their long spears tightly, their heavy breathing emanating from beneath their bronze masks.

Suddenly, an old woman with white hair lunged at the army formation. The leading captain instinctively took a half step back, only to see that the old woman's neck had been torn by chains, leaving purple marks: "My son served you in the Zhenbei Army for ten years... and you want his blood and flesh to make pills!"

The captain's hand, which was pressing on his waist knife, trembled, but he could only lower his head and retreat.

"boom--"

Suddenly, a cloud of blood surged at the top of the altar, and the curses of 100,000 people came to an abrupt halt.

The overwhelming demonic power caused the young men to bleed from their mouths and noses, and the runes on the chains lit up with an eerie red light, as if they were slowly drawing away their life force.

"The time has come."

A voice rang out softly, but it carried an uncontrollable urgency.

The Blood River Ancestor, dressed in a blood-red robe, appeared in mid-air and descended on a solidified river of blood, his pale face covered with dark red veins.

He flicked his finger, and three thousand young men were thrown onto the altar by an invisible force. Blood-red chains, like venomous snakes, burrowed into their seven orifices: "To become nourishment for the Blood River Array is the good fortune of you ants."

Blood River Ancestor's body was shrouded in demonic clouds and crimson, and his eyes shone with longing.

The tradition of their lineage is that the more bloodlines they absorb and merge with, the faster their cultivation level will increase.

"Woo——"

Around the altar, eighty disciples of the Blood River Demon Sect simultaneously performed hand seals, and a swallowing sound like that of a primordial beast emanated from the bottom of the altar.

On the altar, the bodies of the people bound by blood-red chains visibly shriveled up.

The veins bulging under their skin throbbed eerily, continuously channeling their vital essence into the central statue of a three-headed, six-armed demon god.

Legend has it that this is the incarnation of the Blood River Demon Lord.

Suddenly, a mountain breeze carried the smell of burning, and the Blood River Ancestor looked up abruptly.

Deep within the thunderclouds on the horizon, faint blue-purple lightning flashes tore through the blood-red sky, only to be instantly swallowed up by surging demonic energy.

A dark crack appeared.

The rift connecting the Demon Realm of Tengzhou is summoning disciples of the Blood River Demon Sect to descend upon Yongtianzhou!

The lightning, formed from the power of Heaven, collided with the Great Dao of the Eastern Wei Dynasty, causing the heavens to distort.

Behind the crack, streaks of bluish-gray figures gradually solidified.

The Blood River Ancestor laughed loudly, the Blood River behind him surging and pressing down on the three thousand young men on the altar.

Crushing everyone with a single blow, splattering blood, and then flowing into the blood river—that is the most exhilarating way to cultivate.

Even in Tengzhou, he rarely had the opportunity to absorb blood and qi like this.

On Tengzhou, the Blood River Demon Sect wasn't even a major sect. For daring to commit such a massacre, they deserved to be wiped out and their entire sect exterminated.

Tengzhou is a demon realm, and demon realms also have their own rules.

"hold head high--"

The river of blood roared like a long dragon, rolling down towards the altar from mid-air.

Below the altar, young men with their arms bound looked up, their eyes filled with despair.

Are they all going to die here today?

Or were they slaughtered by this evil spirit in such a cruel way?
"A sin..."

Beneath the stone platform, someone bowed their head and wept.

On the stone platform, young men and women watched in despair as the river of blood roared and crashed down.

"Zheng——"

The sound of a long sword being drawn rang out.

(End of this chapter)