Chapter 845 Mortal Sixteen Cities Ling Wansheng (2400 words, please subscribe)
The hinterland of the Yan Kingdom.
Deep in the boundaries of the Lingxiao Mountains.
In an open space in the north of the Ling clan, there is a huge city covering an area of several thousand feet.
The city is full of houses, and a mortal with shabby clothes and no spirit lives in them. Walking through the streets is very lively.
There is also a large field in the north of the city, where many mortals work.
There is an area shrouded in clouds and mist in the depths. It is the most mysterious city lord's mansion in the entire city. It is rumored that there are monks here.
If you pass through that layer of clouds and mist, you can step into it, and the spiritual energy there is extremely rich, and it is a second-level mid-grade spiritual land.
It’s just that this spiritual land is very quiet now, and there are very few people breathing.
There was only one young man wearing Ling's Taoist robes and smelling of the early stage of foundation building, sitting cross-legged under a pine tree and sitting quietly.
There is a formation disk on the ground in front of him, as if this thing is extremely precious.
But on the four walls of this giant city, there is a different scene.
Thirty monks wearing Ling's Taoist robes, each controlling a demon corpse or a spiritual beast, were distributed on the four walls of the city and looked in all directions outside the city without any slack, just like the city. The excitement in the movie has nothing to do with them.
At this moment, the large bronze bells standing in the center of the four walls suddenly trembled.
The sound of a huge copper bell suddenly sounded, resounding in all directions.
The next moment, countless formations emerged from all over the city and merged into the sky to form a huge formation that enveloped the entire city.
From the outside, this city looks like it is being turned upside down by a huge yellow bowl.
“Enemy attack!”
“The city defense formation sensed that three foundation-building demon cultivators and three hundred Qi-training demon cultivators broke into the city within three thousand feet from the north of the city.”
“Follow me to the north wall to defend the city.”
A young voice suddenly came from the city lord's palace, which was obscured by clouds and mist and had a high aura deep in the city.
Immediately afterwards, the young man in the city lord's palace commanded Ling's famous late-stage qi-training fairy crane to land on the north city wall.
The Ling monks who were patrolling on the remaining three city walls heard the signal and gathered around the young man who was in the early stages of foundation building at this moment.
They all looked solemn and stared at the north of the city.
After waiting for a moment, a second-order medium-sized airship with a size of tens of feet suddenly appeared in front of them.
With just one sweep, the Ling monks in the city were able to detect the number of monks among them, and it was indeed as detected by the formation.
However, when the monk in the early stage of Ling's Foundation Establishment saw the uniform robes worn by the demon cultivators on the flying boat, a bit of anger suddenly appeared between his brows and he frowned.
“A demon cultivator from the Xuan Corpse Sect? He seems to be arrogant. He enters the realm of our clan, does not hide his identity, and is so upright. Do you really think that I, the Ling family, are easy to bully?”
After reading this, He patted the storage bag on his waist, took out a second-level mother and son token and crushed it into pieces.
Then, he greeted the people around him again.
"The attacker is a demon cultivator from the Xuan Corpse Sect. This sect's demon cultivators are the best among the demon corpses. Even if they are the top beings in the entire Northern Wilderness Immortal Cultivation World, don't underestimate the enemy."
"I have already told you. The clansmen stationed in the surrounding cities and clan areas are asking for help. As long as we delay for a while, As long as there is time, we can probably wait for support."
This young man in the early stage of foundation building belongs to the Wanzi among the six generations of the Ling family: "Yun, Xiao, Peng, Cheng, Wan, and Li". His name is Ling Wansheng, his parents are both monks of the Ling family, and he can be considered a member of the Ling family.
But his qualifications are not good, he only has the Four Spiritual Root qualifications.
Fortunately, both of his parents are cultivators, and his cultivation has the support of his parents. In addition to his good magic skills, he is a powerful cultivator. The family also has resources to favor him, and he was later The family bestowed upon him the art of Lingxiao's Continuation of Fate, which can improve the best years to break through to the great realm. He also successfully entered the realm of foundation building last year when he was sixty-three years old.
It was also because he had just joined Foundation Establishment and was weak in strength that his family arranged him here during the monster beast chaos. He took thirty Ling monks and more than thirty spiritual beasts and demon corpses to sit here. Mortal city. And this mortal city was one of the sixteen mortal cities that the Ling family built to gather the sixteen to seven million people under their command before the Monster Rebellion.
There are fifteen more mortal cities like this in the Ling Family Mountains.
Furthermore, these sixteen mortal cities are all built around the second-level mid-level and above spiritual veins near the Ling clan. This is not enough for every quasi-third-level defensive formation among them. The aura is turned on.
If these mortal cities are in danger, the Ling monks stationed in the Ling clan can arrive in time.
In addition, the Ling family also planned to use these sixteen cities as outposts to alert the surrounding areas and improve the security of the clan.
As for the protective formations in those cities, they were laid out by Ling Penglin, the only third-level formation mage of the Ling family, who worked day and night before the monster chaos.
However, just as Ling Wansheng, the monk in the early stage of foundation building, had just finished speaking, a flash of light flashed in his storage bag. When he took out the strange thing, he saw that it was a mother-and-child token. It is not the same set as the mother-and-son token he crushed earlier.
This mother-in-law token is used to receive messages.
At this moment, this mother-in-law token is having a flash of inspiration.
Ling Wansheng quickly made a secret and inserted a magic formula into it, and saw that the token was pointing to the south of the city.
There is also a mortal city in that area.
However, the token did not stop, and then pointed in fifteen more directions.
And those fifteen directions are exactly the directions of the other fourteen mortal cities and the Ling clan.
“All the sixteen cities and tribes of mortals are in danger and are asking for help. Could it be that my tribe is... being fully invaded by the Xuan Corpse Sect?”
Ling Wansheng's body trembled, and the solemn look on his face became a little more serious. There was even a lot of sweat on his forehead.
The other Ling cultivators around also saw the situation of the mother-child token, and there was even a bit of fear on their faces.
However, an old and late-stage Qi-training monk of the Peng generation who had never spoken and who ranked very high among the family members saw the expressions of everyone at this moment, but there was a nameless anger in his heart, and he hurriedly reprimanded .
“You are a bunch of bastards. You are afraid of the war before the war and you don’t want to live anymore, are you?”
“Even if our clan is in a critical situation now, what should we be afraid of? As we are in the formation at home, any enemy that comes will have to attack the city, so we won’t encounter any big trouble for the time being.”
"Furthermore, even if the Xuan Corpse Sect really sends demon cultivators to attack our clan, the number will definitely not be too large, otherwise the number of demon cultivators attacking this time will not be just this small."
" Please wake up to me. If anyone dares to escape from battle, I will fight to the death. Even if you get this old bone, you will definitely kill the escapee."
"I, the Ling family, do not need people who are greedy for life and afraid of death."
After that, this old man of Peng generation. The tribesman also looked at Ling Wansheng meaningfully and said something.
“Not every Four Spiritual Roots monk can enter the foundation building realm. Don’t forget who helped you enter the foundation building realm.”
"When you get benefits, you have to pay the price."
Ling Wansheng did not dare to have any objection to the angry curses of the old monk of the Peng generation.
Although the old monk said that his cultivation was only perfected by practicing Qi, he was usually a very good person. In his early years, when he was young and working outside, he helped many people in the clan. In addition, he was one of the best among the family members. Gao is a person of the same generation as the ancestor Ling Pengyun of the Ling Family's Golden Pill.
On weekdays, even some of the young mid-stage foundation-building monks in the clan would give him some respect.
His face turned red because of this. When he thought of his family, his eyes suddenly became firm, and he said solemnly to the old tribesman.
"Grandpa, don't worry. As long as this junior is alive, no demonic cultivators from the outside will be allowed to enter."
Afterwards, he called on the monks present to take out the magical weapons, and he kept pinching them. Jue casts the spell in advance and waits for the magic cultivator to arrive.
(End of this chapter)