My Master is Lin Zhengying

It's that the chance of literary talent is better than the two, and he got the most precious treasure of the Jiuju school, the Jiuju Staff.

This thing has blessed Wencai too much.

Otherwise, with literary talent, whether he can break through to the Xuan level is a question mark.

Now many disciples are gathered together.

Uncle Jiu is dressed in Taoist robes and carries a sword on his back.

At this moment, seeing all the people gathered together, he gave an order:

"set off!"

As soon as this remark came out, the crowd became restless.

"Go down the mountain!"

"Brothers and sisters, guard the mountain gate, and I will go to kill demons and eliminate demons!"

"Senior sister, be careful all the way, I will miss you."

"Junior Sister, don't worry! Seeing Senior Brother go down the mountain this time, he will definitely shock the whole party!"

"Junior Sister, when Senior Brother comes back, I'll bring you something delicious..."

"..."

Some second- and third-generation single male disciples have only been hooking up with new junior sisters in just a few months.

Some new juniors also sent blessings to their admired seniors.

Maoshan disciples, more than 280 people went down the mountain this time.

The mighty ones headed for Kuhai City.

These disciples were the mainstay before Maoshan.

Those with the worst cultivation have also reached the realm of the fifth heaven of the yellow rank.

The tallest one is Uncle Jiu, who is a superpower at the third level of heaven.

After everyone went down the mountain, they went directly to the west.

According to Uncle Jiu's plan, everyone will arrive within two days within two hundred miles.

In other words, you have to travel a hundred miles a day.

For ordinary people, even if their legs are broken, they may not be able to do it.

But as a group of cultivators, there is also a nourishing pill to replenish profound energy, so the problem is not too big.

Just like that, a group of more than 200 people shuttled between mountains and rivers day and night.

Going straight to Bitter Sea City...

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Chapter 850 Fourth Marshal Duan

After two days and two nights of long-distance marching, the disciples of Maoshan, led by Uncle Jiu, have arrived at the outskirts of Kuhai City.

This place used to be a bustling county town.

Because there is a lake in the middle of the county called Kushui, hence the name.

However, after experiencing the melee between warlords, it is now a dilapidated county town, lifeless at all.

The bitter water lake in the city has also become stagnant water, withered and smelly.

At this time, there are more than 1 corpse soldiers gathered in the county, and there are hundreds of demons from the Wan Gu sect.

Seen from a distance, the aura of corpses is soaring to the sky, and it has become a city of corpses.

The disciples of Maoshan are currently hiding on the green hills outside Kuhai City.

Uncle Jiu stood on a hill overlooking Kuhai City.

The city is densely packed, full of corpse soldiers.

The patrolling guards guarded Kuhai City extremely tightly.

"Master, there are a lot of corpse soldiers here!"

Wen Cai stood beside him and exclaimed.

"Master, with such a large number of corpse soldiers, if you want to attack Kuhai City, it's too dangerous to force it. It would be best if you can sneak in!"

Nan Chen was at the side and echoed.

Uncle Jiu nodded.

A corpse soldier of this size would attack by force.

Such intensive artillery fire can send most of them to hell.

Diving in is the best way.

Before Uncle Jiu could speak, Taoist Priest Simu and Priest Qianhe both nodded and said:

"Nan Chen is right, sneaking in and attacking is the way to win!"