When Ning Bugui flew out of the city, he happened to see Dan Yangsheng break through the golden light barrier.

The Eight Million Miles Tongtian River was majestic. Dan Yangsheng and the monks from Tianhe City were the first to rush out of the formation. The monks from Tiangong City and Sige followed closely behind and escaped from the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation one after another.

Looking around, there are numerous bones, mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the battlefield is desolate.

Even though Ning Bugui had an indifferent nature, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh and shook his head secretly.

"Eternal Night City is also involved."

Of course, Ning Bugui saw the army of Yongye City struggling in this Shura field, but there was not much in his heart.

Back then, he and Feng Wujiu failed in their competition for the position of city lord, and had no choice but to flee overseas. The entire Yongye City belonged to their rivals. In recent years, Feng Wujiu eliminated dissidents and liquidated all Ning Bugui's old troops. Looking at it now,

Eternal Night City is still Eternal Night City, but there are not many old friends left.

He didn't take any more action and landed on the Great Wall.

Wu Ci, Liu Changshou, and Jisheng Demon Lord are all here. The battle with Dan Yangsheng consumed a lot of their spiritual energy, and they were seriously injured. They are unable to move for the time being, so they can only use their energy here to heal their injuries.

Among them, Liu Changshou was the worst. The spiritual beasts that had been with him for thousands of years were all killed, which was equivalent to wiping out half of his cultivation. He himself was also devoured, and he aged hundreds of years in an instant.

"Ahem."

Jisheng Demon Lord was the least injured among the three. He coughed and reluctantly stood up. He cupped his hands to Ning Bugui and said, "Thank you for your help, fellow Taoist. I don't know what to call you?"

"Just call me 'Ningbugui', I have long forgotten my previous name."

After hearing this, the three of them had doubts in their hearts, but it was not inconvenient to ask any more questions at this time.

"Anyway, fellow Taoist helped me, Nan Xuan, repel Bei Ming. This is a great merit. After we clear the battlefield and rest, we will thank you again!" Wu Ci said solemnly.

"That's not necessary." Ning Bugui waved his hand and said with a smile: "I have been living overseas for a long time, and I am very restless. This time I came across the sea to meet my friends. Since he is in Nanxuan, I have nothing to do with him.

The principle of help.”

"Oh? Can you tell me who this person is? Maybe we can help you find him."

"Liang Yan."

"It's him?!"

After hearing this, the three of them looked at each other with a hint of surprise.

"It turns out that your Excellency is a good friend of Sect Master Liang, and that is also a good friend of Nan Xuan. I'm so glad to meet you!" Wu Ci laughed.

"The 'Ten Thousand Immortals Formation' was reactivated just now. If my prediction is correct, it should be the work of Sect Master Liang. It seems that we have all wrongly blamed him before this." Liu Changshou sighed softly.

As soon as he said this, Ji Sheng Demon Lord looked a little embarrassed.

Before the war, he once called Liang Yan a coward. Now it seems that Liang Yan may have discovered the clues at that time and rushed to "Xuantian Pass", successfully stopping Beiming's conspiracy.

Although Ning Bugui and Jun Tiancheng joined in, the "Ten Thousand Immortals Formation" is the key to turning defeat into victory. From this, it seems that the person who can turn the tide in Nanxuan is the "Master Liang" who has never shown up.

"I'm ashamed to say that none of us, the nine Asiatic Saints, thought that the 'Xuantian Pass' would be infiltrated and almost lead to a catastrophe. Fortunately, Sect Master Liang was very careful and was able to avoid the tragedy."

After hearing this, the Supreme Demon Lord couldn't help but nodded slightly, closed his eyes, sighed and said, "I was confused this time, I shouldn't have doubted him."

This person has an arrogant personality, and it is probably only this time in the past thousand years that he can bow his head and admit his mistakes.

Wu Ci thought for a while and then suddenly said: "Fellow Daoist Ning has great magic power and is not inferior to Danyang Sheng at all. Now that Beiming has been defeated miserably and there are heavy casualties, our army is so powerful and with the help of fellow Daoist, why not take advantage of the victory and pursue it?"

"inappropriate."

Liu Changshou shook his head and said: "Beiming has more than these troops. The centipede insects are dead but not stiff. If their reinforcements arrive, the situation will be unfavorable to us. What's more, I, Nan Xuan, are not without casualties. Look under the Great Wall.

How many wounded are there? It is better to recuperate and wait until the army recovers from their injuries before making a decision."

"That's true. Don't chase after poor enemies." The Supreme Demon Lord also agreed.

"Um."

Ning Bugui muttered: "Pursuing is risky. After all, you, Nanxuan, are fighting with the support of the 'Ten Thousand Immortals Formation'. To pursue rashly is to give up your greatest advantage. Besides, more than half of Beiming's monks were buried here.

And most of you, Nan Xuan, are just injured. As long as you recuperate for a while, when the wounded recover, Bei Ming will naturally be no match for you."

After listening to everyone's analysis, even as aggressive as Wu Ci, he couldn't help but sigh and gave up his plan to attack.

After a while, the smoke gradually subsided on the battlefield, and the remaining Beiming monks were annihilated.

In this battle, Beiming suffered heavy casualties. At least 9 million of the 15 million monks coalition died on the battlefield, and only more than 5 million people fled in haste.

Among them, the Liangyi Army and the armies of the Thirteen Islands overseas were completely annihilated. Except for a few fish that slipped through the net, the rest were killed. Even the leader of the army, the ancestor of Huajie, died tragically.

As for the poisonous people, most of them were buried here, and only a few purple poisonous people and red poisonous people were taken away.

After this battle, Beiming's vitality was severely damaged!

On the other hand, Nanxuan did suffer heavy casualties at the beginning, but since the "Ten Thousand Immortals Formation" was reactivated, it quickly took the initiative. The number of casualties was not many, and most of them were just injured. As long as they recuperated for a period of time, they could still recover.

combative.

Wu Ci, Liu Changshou and Jisheng Demon Lord were all seriously injured, so they healed their wounds on the Great Wall. After a while, another ray of light flew over and landed lightly on the top of the city. It was a man wearing a straw hat and cloth.

A middle-aged man dressed as a farmer.

"The Lord of Juntian City, Hu Shennong, is willing to lead the whole army of Juntian City to join Nanxuan and fight against Beiming together!" the man laughed loudly.

After Wu Ci heard this, he immediately raised his hands and said, "I have heard of the reputation of Juntian City for a long time. When I saw it today, it is indeed extraordinary!"

Liu Changshou also smiled slightly: "Among the seven mountains and twelve cities, Juntian is the most mysterious. The two cities of Fengdu are the most mysterious. It is said that Juntian City is the inheritance left by Shennong's lineage. There was some disbelief before, but now there is no doubt. Putian

Now, the only one who can restrain the Poison Saint's poison is the Shennong clan."

"You guys are so complimentary."

However, Shennong Hu was simple and unpretentious. He scanned the circle with his spiritual consciousness and suddenly asked: "Everyone, I have a good friend, Liang Yan, the master of Bihai Palace in Wushuang City. I wonder if he is in the army?"

After hearing this, the three sub-sages couldn't help but look at each other.

"Are you also here to see Sect Master Liang?"

Liu Changshou looked at the Shennong Husband, and then at Ning Bugui, who couldn't help but murmur in his heart: "It seems that today's reinforcements are all for Liang Yan."

"To be honest, Liang Yan's current identity is the acting sect master of Yuzhu Mountain. He is not a monk of Wushuang City for the time being. He will not return to Wushuang City until the end of the North-South War." Wu Ci said slowly.

"Speaking of which, it's time for us to go to the 'Xuantian Pass' to have a look. Liang Yan has made great achievements in this battle, and we in the Xuanxin Palace cannot begrudge the reward." The Demon King Ji Sheng suddenly said.

After hearing this, the others nodded slightly.

"Yes, the war has subsided. It's time for us to go to Xuantian Pass to have a look."

A tragic battle slowly came to an end.

In the battle between the North and the South, the winner has been decided. The victor is certainly happy, but the dead souls cannot be resurrected.

How many monks died on Huntian Ridge?

It's ridiculous that everyone wants to become an immortal. People who practice Taoism go against heaven and want to fight with heaven. But in the end they find that heaven has no words and they are already withered bones.

Liang Yan had a long dream.

There were many old friends in the dream: the residents of Huaiyuan Town, Liang Xuan, Liu Wanrou, and Kuchiki Sheng, all of whom were about to be forgotten, all appeared in the dream.

This is a strange thing. He has not fallen asleep for hundreds of years since he started practicing Taoism. Why did he actually fall asleep this time?

My whole body felt lazy, too lazy to move or think too much, so I just wanted to sleep for a while longer.

I don't know how long it took, but a gust of breeze blew across his face. Liang Yan was suddenly startled, and then opened his eyes leisurely.

The first thing you see is a clean and tidy bamboo house.

I was lying on the wooden bed, and the bright sunlight shone in from the window, giving this quiet bamboo house a warm glow.

My mood was unprecedentedly relaxed.

Suddenly, Liang Yan thought of something and suddenly sat up from the bed.

Someone outside the door heard the noise and immediately opened the door and came in. It was a female cultivator from Yuzhu Mountain. She was wearing a goose-yellow short skirt and looked like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl.

"Huangli? Why are you here? What was the outcome of the war between the North and the South?"

Liang Yan recognized the person and asked a series of questions as soon as he opened his mouth.

Seeing that he had regained consciousness, the girl looked happy at first, and then said with a smile: "Sect Master, please relax, the battle between the north and the south has long been over, and I, Nanxuan, have won a great victory!"

Liang Yan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words "a great victory".

Indeed, the fact that he is still lying here alive means that Beiming has been defeated.

But he immediately noticed something was wrong.

"You just said 'it's over already', do you mean a lot of time has passed? How long have I been unconscious?"

Huang Li pursed her lips and smiled and replied: "Sect Master, you have been in a coma for half a year. During this time, we Yuzhu Mountain disciples have taken turns taking care of you."

"Half a year!"

Liang Yan was in a daze for a moment.

In my impression, I was repairing the "Xuantian Pass" in Ziyang Valley not long ago, but I was too tired. I squinted slightly for a while, as if I had a dream, and half a year had passed since I woke up.

After being in a daze for a moment, Liang Yan soon woke up.

His first reaction was to look inside and check the situation inside his body.
To be continued...