Mortal: Copying the entry, reborn as Linghu Patriarch

The border between Vietnam and China.

The wind and sand swirled across the land, and demonic energy surged.

The dark, overwhelming army of demons surged forward like a tidal wave, blotting out the sky.

Thousands of Foundation Establishment disciples stood in formation, their aura chilling.

In mid-air.

Hundreds of Core Formation cultivators stood suspended in the air, their imposing aura so strong that even the air itself seemed to freeze.

Above the clouds.

More than a dozen Nascent Soul auras soared into the sky, their gazes sweeping over the Yue Kingdom's territory below, as if this land was already theirs for the taking.

Tian Sheng, the Nascent Soul King of the Ghost Spirit Sect, dressed in a black robe with a sinister face, broke the silence with his words.

"Fellow Daoist Dongmen, are you ready on your end?"

Traitorous Spirit Beast Mountain.

This was the same approach used when destroying the Jiang and Cheqi kingdoms.

By working together with the traitor from within and without, we can take him down in one fell swoop, saving time and effort.

Beside him, the old demon Yunlu, dressed in pink robes and surrounded by a faint pink-black mist, frowned slightly, his tone tinged with unease.

He had a feeling that something was wrong.

"Everything is normal."

"Ling Beast Mountain will set up an encirclement for us. At that time, we will deliberately suffer a small loss to help Ling Beast Mountain gain the trust of the six sects of Yue Kingdom."

"When the time is right, Spirit Beast Mountain can join forces with us from within and without to take down Yue Kingdom in one fell swoop. What great thing could we not accomplish then?"

Dongmen Tu of the Yuling Sect spoke with a booming voice and a firm tone.

The other Nascent Soul cultivators nodded in agreement.

After using the same trick so many times, even a pig would start to have doubts.

Feigning allegiance but actually betraying.

This strategy could potentially catch the Yue Kingdom off guard.

"So what if the plan fails?"

"The power of our demonic path is not something that a small Yue Kingdom can withstand."

Wang Tiangu scoffed, his tone arrogant and full of disdain.

"Let's go, let's go first and say hello to them."

The words fell.

More than a dozen Nascent Soul cultivators moved at the same time.

His figure moved like lightning, his demonic energy surging, as he sped towards the border of the Yue Kingdom.

More than a dozen Nascent Soul-level beams of light flew overhead.

On the ground, the other demonic cultivators seemed oblivious, quickly and skillfully setting up camp.

Each performs their own duties.

They know.

Once the Nascent Soul cultivators have finished their duels and the victor is determined, it will be their turn to take the stage for a life-or-death battle.

This process will take several years.

Having fought in several countries, every Foundation Establishment cultivator is considered a veteran. This kind of experience is the difference between the demonic path and the Yue Kingdom cultivators.

The Yue Kingdom.

They were already on high alert.

The sturdy array was built against the mountain, its runes shimmering and spiritual energy gathering to form a solid defensive barrier.

"They're here!"

Mingzhou sat cross-legged, his eyes suddenly snapping open, a sharp glint flashing within them.

At this moment, she had a few more strands of black hair, and she looked better than the last time we met.

His figure flashed.

Eight figures shot into the sky.

There were seven Nascent Soul cultivators, including a female Nascent Soul cultivator from the Outer Moon Sect who wore ice-like clothing and possessed a cold and aloof demeanor.

Zhao Linghan followed closely behind Ming Zhou, her pace no slower than his, her expression solemn.

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Dozens of figures appeared in the sky at the same time.

The two Nascent Soul cultivators faced each other, their auras clashing, sparks flying in the air.

On the Yue side.

The eight Nascent Soul cultivators were a small and weak force, clearly at a disadvantage.

Only three mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators—Ming Zhou, Linghu Qing, and Jin Zhi—were present to oversee the operation.

On the other hand, the lineup of the demonic path is nothing short of luxurious.

Wang Tiansheng, Tian Sha Zhenjun, Yun Lu Laomo, Dongmen Tu, Elder Lu of Qianhuan Sect, Elder Yan of Moyan Sect, and Suihun Zhenren.

There are a total of seven Nascent Soul stage cultivators.

In addition to ten Nascent Soul stage cultivators, there are a total of seventeen Nascent Soul cultivators.

Even more alarming is...

The six sects of the demonic path together have at least thirty Nascent Soul cultivators.

What we see before us is only half of it; the other half has yet to appear.

Moreover, there's also the Hehuan Old Demon, a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

In fact, the demonic path originally did not intend to send so many combat forces.

However, they had already noticed the underhanded tactics of the Yue Kingdom and anticipated that the Yue Kingdom would resist, so they deliberately increased their forces.

They were determined to crush the Yue Kingdom in one fell swoop.

"You, Yue Kingdom, why don't you surrender immediately?"

"Is it really necessary to make a futile struggle and throw your life away?"

Wang Tiansheng looked at the Yue people and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Yunlu's gaze fell on Mingzhou.

"Mingzhou, your Yanyue Sect originated from the Hehuan Sect. By seniority, I should address you as Senior Sister. Why make enemies of the demonic path?"

"Why not return to the sect and join us in our great undertaking?"

His tone was persuasive, yet he also appeared condescending.

"snort!"

"Silence, you old demon Yunlu! Do not defile my Hidden Moon Sect. The demonic path has committed countless evils, and everyone has the right to kill them."

"Today, I will slaughter you all and restore peace to the south!"

Mingzhou's eyes were cold, his tone firm, and his words resounding.

"With just you guys?"

"Still relying on these ant-like cultivators?"

Behind him, the Heavenly Fiend True Lord glanced coldly to the side, then unleashed a dense cloud of fiendish energy into the air. The black aura surged and was unstoppable.

However, the evil energy was blocked by an invisible array barrier as soon as it was released.

The demonic cultivators turned around and were shocked to find that they were already surrounded.

One figure after another appeared.

It turned out that the Nascent Soul cultivators were sent by the Yuanwu Kingdom and the Zijin Kingdom. Their auras were powerful, forming a solid encirclement.

They surrounded the demonic path.

The Purple Sword cultivator from the Purple Gold Kingdom was also at the mid-Nascent Soul stage.

"The devil's thief."

"I advise you to leave yourselves."

"Otherwise, let's all stay here today!"

Zi Jian looked coldly at the group of demons and said in a deep voice.

"Hahaha, Fellow Daoist Zi, Fellow Daoist Zhen, you've finally arrived."

The man in green laughed heartily.

At this moment, including the reinforcements from Yuanwu Kingdom and Zijin Kingdom.

The Yue Kingdom's allied forces have six mid-Nascent Soul cultivators, one fewer than the demonic cultivators.

However, there are fourteen people in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, four more than the demonic path.

The demonic cultivators scoffed, their faces full of disdain.

They remain confident.

What's the use of having a lot of people?

Strength is the only true measure of success!

"Senior sister, your junior brother will see you off now!"

The old demon Yunlu sneered, his pink and black mist surging around him, and with a flash, he rushed towards Mingzhou.

As the strongest mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator among the demonic cultivators present, he showed no mercy in his attacks. Wherever the black mist passed, spiritual energy dissipated and divine senses were damaged.

Without hesitation, Mingzhou stepped forward, his fingertips condensing a sharp sword light as he charged towards the pink and black mist.

"Sizzle—"

The sword light collided with the black mist, instantly tearing the mist apart and piercing the sky.

The shockwave swept in all directions.

Battle is imminent.

Between each Nascent Soul cultivator, an independent small battlefield was formed, where spiritual energy and demonic energy intertwined, and the sounds of fighting and colliding were endless.

Linghu Qing's gaze swept across the entire scene, finally landing on Shattered Soul True Person. He flashed forward and took the initiative to meet him.

This was an opponent he specifically chose.

The techniques of the Ghost Spirit Sect were already countered by him.

Moreover, the Soul Shattering Master specializes in ghost arts, making him an excellent source of nourishment for the Heavenly Demon Eye.

Upon seeing this, a sinister glint flashed in the eyes of the Soul Shatterer, who raised his hand and took out a pitch-black banner.

Nine Soul Banner.

Driven by spiritual power, the banners fluttered, and hundreds of fierce ghosts burst forth from them, their faces contorted in grotesque expressions, shrieking as they pounced on Linghu Qing, their resentment reaching the heavens.

Linghu Qing looked at the approaching ghost, a burning light flashing in his eyes, even with a hint of hunger.

I really want to purify them.

The Heavenly Demon Eye within his body began to stir restlessly, causing his eyes to itch in waves.

But no.

He needed to remain calm, seize the best opportunity, and cripple his opponent directly, leaving no chance for Shattered Soul to retaliate.

Escape into the void.

Linghu Qing moved swiftly, using his exquisite escape techniques to weave through the dense ghostly figures as if they were nothing.

With a flick of the fingertip.

Four Azure Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords flew out instantly, their gleaming white light flashing like four bolts of lightning, slashing wildly through the ghostly shadows.

With each sword strike, several vengeful ghosts were slain and turned to ashes.