However, among these people, there were two faces that Chen Yun was familiar with.

One of them was the woman named Le who used the ancient lamp to cause him great suffering in the battle of Huanglong Mountain that day.

The other was a middle-aged Confucian scholar who had been chasing him for many days and had caused him great damage, namely, Master Zhong Shen.

The other three male members were a dark-complexioned, thin elder, a dwarf less than four feet tall, and a sturdy man in gorgeous clothes with a mighty and majestic appearance.

"Master Le, please be sure to know the status of the spiritual oil. Because the burning time of the holy lamp is directly related to the existence time of the holy bird in this area, its importance must not be ignored and must not be taken lightly."

This skinny old man with wrinkles all over his face had very penetrating eyes. He stared at Ms. Le sitting in the corner with a sharp gaze and asked with a hint of worry in his tone.

"Master Zhu, please rest assured. This battle involves the survival of our tribe. For this reason, I have taken out all the lamp oil that our tribe has accumulated over a thousand years, which is enough to ensure that the Holy Bird will have what it needs in this battle."

Ms. Le, who was wearing a green dress, answered seriously.

"Brother Zhong, can the spiritual magic formation you set up run smoothly? As mages, we cannot compare with the Tiannan monks in terms of the number and quality of our magic tools, so we can only rely on the spiritual magic formation to effectively resist the opponent's attack."

The old man then turned to the middle-aged Confucian scholar and asked with concern.

"Master Zhu, you don't have to worry. My hundreds of years of research on spiritual magic arrays have not been in vain. I have already taught them several newly improved large arrays. If the Tiannan monks still evaluate this battle according to the previous standards, they will definitely be shocked."

The scholar responded in a calm tone.

"That's good! Brother Bi, when the melee begins, please arrange for all high-level mages to summon virtual spirit beasts to attack first, so as to attract the enemy's attention and consume the monks' mana as much as possible. Sect Master Fang, we will need the assistance of your giant beasts at that time."

After the old man gave a few instructions to the dwarf, he politely spoke to the man in the black robe.

"Before the battle begins, I will hand over the beasts to you for command. However, can your clan promise to fulfill its promise after the battle is accomplished?"

The man in black robe agreed without hesitation, and then added something meaningful.

"Repent? Brother Fang, you are joking. After the battle with the monks, how dare we, the Mulan clan, do something stupid that would offend your clan?"

"After all, your clan is one of the ten great demon clans in Dajin. If my Mulan clan succeeds in controlling Tiannan, we will do our best to recuperate. As for handing over a few mortals to your clan, it is really not a big deal. Besides, these mortals are all from the Yan clan, and their lives are of no importance to us."

The old man's eyes flickered and he said indifferently.

"That's good. If our Yinluo Sect's treasure, the 'Ghost Luo Banner', had not been severely damaged by the righteous sects and urgently needed a large number of souls to repair it, otherwise our sect would never have intervened in the struggle between the mages and the Tiannan monks. Collecting a large number of souls in the territory of Dajin will undoubtedly lead to the disgust and intervention of the righteous sects. Although we are not afraid of the challenges of these sects, the repair of the treasure cannot be delayed."

The man in black robe nodded slightly and spoke in a tone without any emotion.

“Also, the souls of all the immortal cultivators who died in this war should also belong to our sect. I think Master Zhu has no objection to this.” The black-robed woman also spoke, but her voice was hoarse and unpleasant, in stark contrast to her slender figure. People who heard it for the first time would probably be scared.

"We will not ask about the souls of monks. But can your sect identify the souls of mages and release them? Recently, your sect has been unscrupulously collecting the souls of those who died in battle, which has troubled the three of us elders. We are willing to make appropriate compensation in other ways."

Upon hearing this, the old man's face changed slightly, and then he said.

"This kind of action may be difficult to implement. The ghosts of priests and mages are essentially the same and cannot be accurately distinguished. Even if there is a way to identify them, there will be tens of thousands of mages and monks killed in tomorrow's battle. How can we identify them one by one? Do you and the other two divine masters intend to break the agreement here?"

The man in the black robe narrowed his eyes slightly, his pupils instantly turned emerald green, and a cold air emanated from his whole body.

Seeing this situation, the Confucian scholar surnamed Zhong and the short man surnamed Bi were quite angry. Although they did not take any action, one of them had a silver glow on his body and the other had a red glow on his face. At the same time, they stared at the man in black robe in silence.

The burly man in brocade clothes and the woman surnamed Le stared at the man in black robe coldly, their faces looking very unhappy.

As everyone knows, collecting the souls of the mages who died in battle has already made them very dissatisfied. If it weren't for the fact that they really couldn't leave these Jin Kingdom's demon cultivators, I'm afraid a conflict would have already broken out.

"Ahem! Stop, what are you doing? Sect Master Fang is a distinguished guest invited by me personally. Don't you even give him a little face?" The old man coughed lightly and his expression became serious.

The black-robed woman on the other side moved her lips slightly, conveying some message to the black-robed man.

Hearing this, the green light in the black-robed man's eyes gradually faded, and the coldness around his body flashed away strangely and disappeared without a trace.

Upon seeing this, the Confucian scholars and others breathed a sigh of relief and withdrew their spiritual power.

They all understood that even though they were not on good terms with each other, now was the time to cooperate with each other, not the time to fight among themselves.

"Then you can take the living soul away. But you must act in secret after the battle and never let others know. Otherwise, we really can't suppress the emotions of the people below." The skinny old man hesitated for a moment and said with clenched teeth.

"Okay. This condition is acceptable to our sect." The black-robed man's eyes flickered several times before he compromised and nodded in agreement. Although the Confucian scholars and others still felt somewhat dissatisfied, they had no choice but to do so.

"Is your sect's gambling strategy really feasible? Don't make things worse. You must know that there are also demon cultivators in Tiannan, so as not to be seen through by the other party at a glance." The big man in brocade robe, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said calmly.

"Demon cultivators? They are worthy of being called demon cultivators! They have only mastered some superficial cultivation techniques. Or they have self-righteously changed the appearance of the magic techniques. How can they understand the power of the real ancient magic techniques?" The man in black robe sneered and said nonchalantly.

"Oh! However, an elder of Guizong seemed to have been killed in an instant by a Tiannan cultivator of the same level. Sect Master Fang needs to be cautious about this matter." The dwarf named Bi raised the corner of his mouth and said with a hint of sarcasm.

The man in black robe looked stern and snorted coldly, but did not refute anything.

However, the black-robed woman seized the opportunity and said, "In fact, I was just about to mention this matter. The cultivator who released the golden arc is of great value to our Yinluo Sect. I beg the three divine masters to hand him over to us for disposal. What do you think, divine masters?"

"Leave it to you!" Upon hearing this, the skinny old man fell into deep thought.

“Could it be that you three are unwilling to agree to this small request?” The black-robed woman seemed a little dissatisfied, but her voice became increasingly harsh and unpleasant.

"If you are just a cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul, then the two of us can easily deal with you. However, if you include the Golden Thunder Bamboo magic weapon, the situation will be different."

The old man stared at the mysterious woman in black gauze armor. A strange smile slowly appeared on his wrinkled face, and he spoke slowly.

"I believe that Fellow Daoist Zhu has already understood the whole story."

Hearing this, the woman in black gauze armor felt a slight shock in her heart.

"Although the resources of Mulan Grassland are scarce, I have heard of the three sacred trees in the world of immortal cultivation. Although few people know about the Evil-Repelling Divine Thunder, it may not escape the keen eyes of everyone present."

The old man explained slowly and calmly.

"If you understand the importance of the Evil-Repelling Divine Thunder, then you should know that our Demon Sect will never allow this treasure to fall into the hands of others. You may as well state your specific requirements directly."

Seeing his opponent's intention, the man in black robe immediately asked coldly.

"In fact, this request is very simple. As far as I know, in addition to more than ten giant beasts, Gui Zong also brought a large number of bronze-armored corpses. Therefore, I hope that when the battle tomorrow enters a critical moment, Brother Fang can release these corpse soldiers to add strength to our clan."

"After all, even if we are fully prepared, we cannot predict what strategies the monks will adopt to fight back. Therefore, we naturally need to act more cautiously."

The wrinkles on the old man's cheeks trembled slightly, and he spoke with a half-smile.

"It turns out that Fellow Daoist Zhu has a deep understanding of the secret techniques of our sect. Although it is relatively easy to refine the bronze-armored corpse soldiers, if too many are lost at one time, it will inevitably have an adverse impact on the future development of our sect. If this is the premise, then the Tiannan monk who controls the evil-repelling divine thunder must be captured alive by your sect." After thinking for a moment, the man in black robe did not refuse immediately, but instead put forward his own conditions.

"Capture alive? Brother Fang, are you kidding me? You should understand that Fellow Daoist Zhong tried to deal with this man once that day. However, this man is not only good at the art of thunder escape, but also has mastered a never-before-seen art of blood escape, making it really difficult to prevent him from escaping. Moreover, this man's other magical powers should not be underestimated. There is almost no difference between capturing him alive and capturing people like us. Fellow Daoists, do you think this is feasible? If you choose to kill him and just compete for the Golden Thunder Bamboo magic weapon, you may still have some chance of winning." The skinny old man said grimly.

"Since it is so difficult, it doesn't matter if we kill him." To the old man's surprise, the man in black robe quickly changed his mind after a little thought.

The skinny old man exchanged glances with the Confucian scholar and others, communicated through telepathy, and finally agreed to the proposal.

So, in the following time, these people began to discuss some specific details in detail.

……

At the same time, in the Tiannan camp, Master Zhiyang, Wei Wuya and several other cultivators were discussing the upcoming war in a spacious hall.

However, their numbers were slightly insufficient compared to the mages'.

In addition to the three great monks and Long Han, there also appeared a beautiful woman in a red dress and an old man with eagle-like eyes and snow-white beard.

The old man's eyes were half open and half closed, and on the index finger of his right hand was an emerald green jade ring.

The ring was brightly colored, with faintly visible runes flashing on its surface. It was obviously a rare treasure.

"This operation depends on the concerted efforts of all Taoist friends. I will lead the main force of the army of mages to hold on here and ensure that they are contained. Taking this opportunity, please sneak into Tiantian City and clean up all resource warehouses as soon as possible. If Mulan loses key resources such as spiritual stone materials needed to gain an advantage, even if it can gain an advantage on the battlefield, it will not be able to resist for long. Even if we delay and wait for changes, it will be enough to put it in trouble." Master Zhiyang explained to everyone present with a smile, as if there had never been any grudge between him and the famous 'Old Monster Tianhen'.

"As long as you can successfully contain the Mulan divine masters in the border area, then sneaking into Tiantian City will be as easy as taking candy from a bag. In addition, with the teleportation array provided by Brother Wei, we can even enter the city directly, which undoubtedly greatly increases the convenience of action. However, my only concern is why the Mulan people concentrate all their resources in the city? Is this a carefully designed trap, waiting for us to fall into it?" asked the old man with eagle eyes in his unique metallic voice.

"Fellow Daoist Tianhen, there is no need to worry too much about this matter. According to the information sent by our intelligence personnel in Mulan, although the Mulan tribe has successfully occupied two countries, Fengyuan and Yu, all the spiritual stone mines and raw material production areas have been destroyed because the Nine Nations Alliance had already made preparations for evacuation in advance. Although the magicians ordered the mortals of Mulan to repair them with all their strength, due to the urgency of time, the amount of repairs completed is extremely limited and has no great impact on the war situation. At present, some of the spiritual stone resources they consume are actually from the common reserves of various tribes. In order to ensure fair distribution, these materials are stored in a centralized place. A secret warehouse was set up with a powerful forbidden formation for protection, and several great masters were sent to guard it. Therefore, they were confident in the safety of the resource warehouse. However, they overlooked one point, that is, our Nine Nations Alliance has been dealing with the Mulan people for a long time. They can send spies to infiltrate our Yue country, and our Nine Nations Alliance can naturally send people to mix into the magic team. One of the great masters in charge of guarding the resource warehouse is our insider. At that time, he will close the forbidden formation. Fellow Daoist Tianhen, as long as you act cautiously, you will definitely be able to win by surprise. "Wei Wuya replied with a sneer. (End of this chapter)