Games with fairies.

The continuous rain pattered the low shrubs on Pingyang Hill.

In the cold wind, Li Muyang sat in the tent and gritted his teeth in pain.

There was a bloody wound on his shoulder, with bones visible.

The young man Cheng Feiyang, half-stained with blood, was sitting on a stool and was carefully applying medicine to Li Muyang.

The aloof young man who loves to show off remains aloof and arrogant even in such a desperate situation.

The white robe on his body had turned blood red because it was stained with too much blood.

His once handsome little face now had three criss-crossing shallow scars, making him look a little scary.

In the charge two days ago, Li Muyang was caught in the enemy's formation and was hacked to death by the two helmsmen of the Blood Lotus Cult holding high-grade magic weapon-level fairy swords, forcing him into a desperate situation.

At that time, Cheng Feiyang, a young man in white robe, led the charge and rescued Li Muyang with difficulty.

But the face of Senior Brother Xiao Cheng who rushed forward was torn into three pieces. If it weren't for the strong physique of the practitioner and the healing medicine of the Demon Sect, this Senior Brother Xiao Cheng would probably have died.

Although cultivation is banned here, the refined elixir can still exert powerful effects.

It was precisely because those powerful elixirs could make the Demon Sect monks survive serious injuries that several hundred of them were able to withstand the continuous attack of tens of thousands of troops from the Blood Lotus Sect for ten days.

Even Cheng Feiyang's serious injury that split his face into three parts only left scars after only two days.

Li Muyang could not help but twitch his lips as he felt the flesh and blood at the wound slowly squirming and growing after the elixir was dripped into his body.

"Hiss...it's so itchy..."

Li Muyang raised his intact right hand and scratched the empty space above his left shoulder, as if this could alleviate the itching sensation caused by the growth of new flesh.

The aloof young man Cheng Feiyang glanced at Li Muyang and said, "Your injury is not serious. It will scab in half an hour and heal in three hours."

After saying that, the pretentious boy jumped off the stool, put away his small medicine box and left.

The cold wind blew from outside the dilapidated tent, bringing Yan Xiaoru with it as well.

"The people at the bottom of the mountain are shouting again."

Yan Xiaoru sat opposite Li Muyang, looked at Li Muyang quietly, and said, "Miss Shen from the Blood Lotus Sect has raised the stakes again."

"If you surrender and join them, I will grant you the position of helmsman, give you body refining elixir, and give you a petal of the Blood Lotus that has been passed down by the Blood Lotus Sect for many years to help you practice."

"It is said that the ancient blood lotus is an immortal-level spiritual object. It can be taken by ordinary people. Its abundant spiritual energy is enough for you to cultivate to Zifu."

After Yan Xiaoru finished speaking, the voice of the mysterious woman from the Blood Lotus Sect, Shen Yan, rang out from the rain curtain outside the tent.

As in the past few days, she shouted to Li Muyang to surrender, hoping that Li Muyang would come down to join them, and promised a high official and a generous salary.

Today, a brand new bargaining chip was even offered - an ancient blood lotus.

Hearing such shouting, Li Muyang was startled, with a surprised and absurd smile on his face.

"...An ancient blood lotus?"

Li Muyang couldn't help but laugh when he heard such a price: "Am I so valuable?"

A fairy-level spiritual creature!

Such chips are enough to drive anyone crazy in the world.

Li Muyang laughed for a while, then felt helpless and confused: "What has happened to this mysterious Miss Shen? Why is she so persistent with me..."

Ten days ago, they broke through the siege of Tianjiao City and fled to Pingyanggang, and unfortunately met Dugu Fang, the helmsman of the Qingfeng Hall of the Blood Lotus Sect.

Faced with the overwhelming number of people, Li Muyang, who had already killed all the way and was starting to get tired, could not break through. He fled to the mountains with the others and relied on the mountains of Pingyang Gang to defend.

They originally planned to wait until the other Demon Sect elders revealed their identities during their escape and dispersed the Blood Lotus Sect's manpower, before Li Muyang and the others concentrated their efforts to break out.

But as time went by, the number of Blood Lotus believers surrounded by Pingyang Gang was not only increasing, but also increasing.

They charged several rounds every day. Although there were many people and the attacks were frequent, they did not fight every time they came up. They quickly retreated after the attack was slightly blocked. It was clearly consuming the energy of Li Muyang and others and not giving the Demon Sect monks time to breathe.

At this time, there were only two hundred and thirty practitioners left on Pingyang Ridge, all of whom were practitioners of the Demon Sect.

These people followed Li Muyang and Yan Xiaoru out of Tianjiao City. Even when they first broke through the Blood Lotus Sect encirclement and the practitioners fled in all directions, they did not follow the crowd and fled, but followed Li Muyang and Yan Xiaoru. They fought all the way until they were trapped in Pingyang Gang.

During the ten days of siege and assault, the number of people dropped sharply from the initial 370 to 230.

With such a tragic death rate, if the Blood Lotus Sect and its practitioners had not fought to the death, the army would have surrendered long ago.

But even if he couldn't surrender despite holding on, Pingyang Post was now lifeless and silent.

Li Muyang sat in the tent, listening to the patter of rain outside and the voices urging surrender in the rain, and sighed bitterly.

There were hundreds of people on the huge Pingyang Hill, but it seemed like an empty camp, with no sound in the rain.

Lifeless despair has already overwhelmed everyone on this mountain.

Even Li Muyang, who was regarded as hope by everyone, could not protect himself at this time.

During the past ten days of fighting, the Blood Lotus Sect had already figured out the details of Li Muyang.

It is true that ordinary swords cannot break Li Muyang's defense, but mid-grade spiritual weapons are enough to spread Li Muyang's flesh.

If a high-grade spiritual weapon were used, cutting Li Muyang's flesh would be as easy as cutting tofu.

In the first few days, Li Muyang tried to lead the team to break out of the encirclement and fight against the trapped beasts.

However, several attempts to kill him failed, and the most serious one was when Dugu Fang almost had his arms chopped off. Although at the critical moment, Li Muyang was retreated under cover by Yan Xiaoru and Cheng Feiyang, he still lost his left arm.

Li Muyang's left hand now grew out in the past two days, for which Yan Xiaoru consumed a bottle of life-saving high-grade elixir.

Li Muyang suspected that after his missing arm was picked up by the Blood Lotus Sect demon, the other party discovered that his body was the Martial God Hegemony.

Because since the arm was lost, the price offered by the Blood Lotus Sect under the mountain is getting higher and higher day by day.

And the intensity of their attacks became stronger and stronger over the past two days and nights.

The demons of the Blood Lotus Sect, who originally focused on harassment, will fight to the death with the Demon Sect monks after charging forward in the past two days.

These Blood Lotus Sect monsters will slowly retreat until hundreds of corpses are left behind.

Then there were calls for surrender from the bottom of the mountain.

This process has happened thirteen times in the past two days.

Even Li Muyang, who has the body of a martial god and strong blood, can't stand up to the fierce attacks again and again.

If this situation continues, Li Muyang and the others will undoubtedly be in a desperate situation.

The remaining two hundred and thirty people on Pingyang Post can support it for three more days at most, and the defense line will completely collapse.

By then, all the practitioners on this mountain will die...

Looking at the system interface in his field of vision, Li Muyang had no expression on his face.

At this moment, he really wanted to take out the Jinghong Immortal Sword and start a killing spree.

He was confident that taking out the Jinghong Immortal Sword would be enough to smooth everything out. But in front of so many people, the consequences of the exposure of the immortal weapon are too great, and it is very likely that the whole world will hunt him down...

In the camp, Li Muyang lowered his head, quietly listening to the voices urging surrender from down the mountain, wondering what he was thinking about.

Yan Xiaoru, who had been silent in front of him for a long time, suddenly spoke.

"You go down the mountain..."