A few days later, five miles away from Changsheng Mountain, flags were everywhere, spears were like forests, and countless soldiers in Dazhou were wearing heavy armor, with a cold look on their faces. They held steel guns, carried swords, and were crossbows and arrows on their backs. They stood in neat military formations on the field in front of the mountain, shining brightly under the warm sunshine, showing their sacredness, like heavenly soldiers descending to earth.

On a whistle tower on Ganshou Peak of Changsheng Mountain, the twelve high priests headed by Ling Lao looked at the extremely neat steel square formations below the mountain, almost filling their vision, making people feel frightened.

I saw that there was no sound in the entire Zhou army formation, and even the horses were covered with iron chews. Apart from the sound of breathing, it was a silence like death. The entire army formation was filled with evil spirits, and the strong was about to form a substance. The killing aura was like a mountain pressing down on it, which made people unable to rise to the slightest resistance.

Even the cultivation level of the Northland's No. 1 master, such as Ling, was suppressed by the initial stage of the God Refining, was suppressed by the boundless evil aura. The killing aura that was as physical as it was even more like falling into an ice cellar. The Dantian Yuanhai seemed to be imprisoned, and even the magic power of the innate stage could not be used. In this way, the formation they arranged in Changsheng Mountain would have no effect. Besides, if they did not have magic power, what would they use to activate the formation?

Moreover, this place is not in the territory of the Great Zhou, but on the territory of the Great Liao Dynasty, it is the home court of their Changsheng Mountain. It is not blessed by the great Zhou luck, but it is still suppressed by the Great Zhou army. It is really terrible. Compared with these elite soldiers of the Great Zhou, the ruling warriors are like adults and children.

Now, Mr. Ling regrets being an enemy of Dazhou, so he can't help but ask himself, is this iron-blooded hero really something they can deal with?

"Old Ling, is this the army of the Great Zhou? That's a bit scary." A petite and delicate figure, but extremely hot woman, said with a stunning clenched her fingers and a pale face. This person was Shangguan Yudie, the high priest of the Yu tribe.

"It's not just terrible. The magic power in my Dantian Yuanhai seemed to be imprisoned, without any reaction." Gerile, who was beside him, also said with a ugly expression.

When the other high priests heard this, their expressions changed and they were busy secretly circulating their magic power, but they were like stones sinking into the sea. Without any change, their faces suddenly became panicked. What's going on? In panic, they couldn't help but fall in love with the highest cultivation level here.

Seeing the high priests who were standing tall and looking down on all living beings in panic, Mr. Ling couldn't help but sigh and murmured:

"God's will is in the week--"

At this moment, a ruling warrior wearing cow horn helmet and cowhide armor hurriedly climbed the whistle tower and knelt down on one knee:

"Old Ling, all the high priests, the great Khan asked you to go to the army to discuss matters!"

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At the foot of the mountain, in front of the Great Zhou army, Ma Jin carefully looked at the Changsheng Mountain in front of him. He saw the beautiful mountains, the charm of the gods rose, and the fairy weapons were everywhere, including the Bijing Dan Peak, the Yujian Cui River, the strange flowers and plants, the evergreen pines and cypresses, and the Red Wells Treasure Spring. The inspiration was pouring up, like a garland, or like a pile of frost in the jade trees, which made him amazed that it was a blessed place for the immortal family and the temple of immortality.

Even if you can't compare to the beautiful place like the world of Shendu, it's even better.

"What a pity, this is all mine." Ma Jin smashed his mouth and muttered with a little heartbroken. This is all his place, and it was ruined by Yelu Qi and other bastards. If they hadn't resisted, how could he think of blowing up such a good place?

At this moment, there was a sudden roar in the Liao army camp at the foot of Changsheng Mountain. Ma Jin narrowed his eyes and saw the gate of the Liao army camp open, with hundreds of horses coming out. In the front were more than a dozen people in hooded white robes. It was thought that they were from Changsheng Mountain. Soon, the group of horse riders stopped a mile away from the Zhou army.

The man in the white robe rode his horse a few steps forward, lifted his hood and exposed an old face with white hair and beard. He was the chief high priest of Changsheng Mountain - Elder Ling.

There was no way, the power of the Zhou army was too amazing. Not only did the high priests of Changsheng Mountain have a fear of war. Even the Liao master Yelu Qi lost his past confidence and his face was full of haze. He did not expect that the Zhou army did not divide his troops to capture Shiguo, but instead advanced to Changsheng Mountain. You must know that in his plan, the Zhou army would at least divide more than 100,000 troops, or even more than half of the troops to capture Shiguo and other important cities of Liao Kingdom, and at most, there would be more than 100,000 troops to attack Changsheng Mountain.

But who would have thought that the young emperor of Zhou was uneasy and had no division of troops at all. In this way, with his 130,000 remaining troops and the 80,000 ruling warriors from Changsheng Mountain, facing the 300,000 elite Zhou army that was approaching the border. Just thinking about it made Yelu Qi a little desperate. How can he fight this battle?

Yelu Qi's change in expression naturally made Elder Ling see it, making him regret participating in the Zhou and Liao battle. If a war begins, they may have a slim chance of winning, just because they are afraid of before the battle.

At this point, he could only think of some other ways to withdraw the Zhou army. It would be better to let the Zhou army retreat without fighting. This was also his purpose of leaving the military camp. He wanted to see how the emperor of Zhou was willing to withdraw his troops. As for the Zhou Dynasty's request to force people, it would be fine if it was his business. Anyway, the Liao Kingdom was not from their Changsheng Mountain. If it was to be cut, it would be to cut the flesh of the Yelu royal family. What had to do with them? As long as it could be preserved, it would be good.

As he thought, Mr. Ling looked up at the front of the Zhou army. He saw Ma Jin in the center of the formation at a glance. He saw endless purple aura surrounding him, and a vast dragon aura erupted, condensing into an indescribable huge dragon shadow, hovering and roaring in the sky, as if he had supreme power. With him as the center, he radiated to all directions. Mr. Ling just took a light look and felt a sharp pain in his eyes. The Yuanhai of Dantian was even more disintegrating. He was so scared that he lowered his head quickly and did not dare to look at Ma Jin.

It's so terrible. This is the power of the Great Zhou emperor. Compared with him, Khan Yelu Qi of the Liao Kingdom is not even a loach.

Thinking in his heart, Mr. Ling quickly turned over and dismounted, bowed to Ma Jin and said:

"Nine Profound Ancients of Changsheng Mountain, I have seen His Majesty the Great Zhou Emperor!"

Ma Jin rode on the horse, slapped the whip one after another, squinted his eyes and looked up and down at the old man in front of him. After a long time, he said indifferently:

"You are the Jiuxuan of Changsheng Mountain?"

"That's right, Your Majesty!" Ma Jin's gaze made Elder Ling Rumang's back thorn, as if she had been stripped naked, making him feel uneasy. When he heard the question, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He bent his waist lowered, and then replied respectfully.

"What's the matter?" Ma Jin asked directly without saying nonsense to him.

Ma Jin's straightforward attack really made Elder Ling stunned. He thought that the Emperor of Zhou would be polite to him. After all, he was also the best person in the North. But now it seems that he can't get into the eyes of others. He couldn't help but smile bitterly and replied respectfully:

"When you say to your Majesty, the younger brother came for peace between the two countries."

"Ha, peace?" Ma Jin couldn't help but chuckled and said in an unknown way.

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