Although the magic weapons of the magicians pale in comparison to those of the Tiannan monks, the magic army is well organized.

Even when flying in the air, they still maintained an exquisite formation. Everyone was silent, just looking at this side with hostile eyes.

On the other hand, although the monks tried their best to maintain their formation, the overall situation was in chaos. Not only were there constant whispers, but some people even left the team without permission.

This forced the high-ranking monks to step in person and give a few harsh reprimands.

When Chen Yun saw this, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

This is understandable! After all, it is extremely difficult to train so many unruly monks to be as skilled as an arm in just a few months.

Just getting these monks to line up in neat rows was already a headache for the high-level monks.

However, in contrast, the army of magicians in front was completely different, although it was also an army formed by the union of many tribes.

However, they often clashed with the Turks. For the mages of various tribes, forming a joint army was commonplace, and with just a little adjustment, they could quickly become well-trained.

The monks' leadership was naturally well aware of these situations.

However, they were powerless to do anything. After all, they were cultivators, not ordinary secular armies. The real key to victory or defeat was not here, so they could only turn a blind eye.

Chen Yun pondered this in his mind and once again turned his attention to the army of magicians in front of him.

In the opposing team, the most eye-catching one was not Mulan Fasi, but the more than ten huge and wild beasts.

These giant beasts mingled among the army of mages, and their mountain-like bodies were particularly conspicuous.

Many monks of the Nine Pass Alliance have experienced the power of these giant beasts.

Therefore, they all turned their eyes to these giant beasts, with a hint of fear in their eyes.

Chen Yun looked up at the sky, only to see a clear blue sky without any trace of dark clouds; he lowered his head to look at the chaotic group of monks below him, and could not help but sigh and shake his head.

Then, he flipped his palm and two small objects appeared in his hand.

One of them is a black round bead, only the size of a thumb; the other is a fiery red square pill, the size of an almond.

These two items were sent by the monks on Zhiyang Mountain last night, and their effects and usage were explained in detail. It is said that every monk who participates in the gambling battle will get one.

Chen Yun was quite surprised by this, but accepted it without hesitation.

It seems that in order to defeat the army of mages, the three great monks have tried their best, and even took out some treasures that were originally kept secret without hesitation.

However, this practice is not limited to the three great monks.

Thinking of this, Chen Yun couldn't help but turn his head and look at the adjacent team of monks below.

This group of monks consisted of about a thousand people, including sixteen male and female monks wearing red and green clothes.

They each carried two huge coffins, one black and one white, side by side.

The coffin was covered with talismans of various colors and sizes, there were dozens of them, which looked extremely strange.

Chen Yun knew these male and female monks. They were disciples of the first sect of the magic path, the Hehuan Sect. This made Chen Yun very interested in the two coffins.

However, although he tried to use his spiritual sense to detect it halfway, the coffin was obviously placed under extremely powerful restrictions, and his spiritual sense could not penetrate it at all.

In addition, some remarkable and strange things also appeared among other monks' teams.

For example, on the other side, the monks of a certain righteous sect gathered around a bronze platform that was about 20 to 30 feet high. On the platform was a huge bronze gong with a diameter of more than 10 feet.

The surface of the gong was shining, with white runes appearing from time to time. Around it, a burly man was sitting next to it with his chest and back exposed and his eyes closed.

In the group of monks farther away, there stood more than ten black statues, thirty or four feet high. They seemed slightly damaged, but they took the form of ancient ferocious beasts, and were vividly held up by a group of flying vehicles, making people wonder about their specific purpose.

As for the group of monks further away, some strange items also appeared.

Seeing these scenes, Chen Yun's uneasiness was slightly relieved.

This shows that all the major sects are well aware of the importance of this battle and have taken out their own treasures.

In this way, the chances of winning will undoubtedly be greatly increased.

Moreover, in addition to these conspicuous treasures, there are also many powerful magic weapons that are collected by monks from various major sects, and outsiders have no way of knowing about them.

However, among the army of mages, apart from those huge beasts, nothing else unusual was found.

Of course, Chen Yun would not easily believe that the methods of the magicians were limited to this. They must have hidden some deadly killing moves.

It is really hard to predict who will win or lose in this battle!

At this time, the army of monks and mages that had been rushing in continuously had finally gathered.

Afterwards, except for a very few people, most people landed on the ground tacitly, and the scene suddenly fell into silence.

At this moment, there was a commotion among the mages on the opposite side, and then three figures flew out from them.

They are a skinny old man, a short man and a middle-aged Confucian scholar. They are the three divine masters of the Mulan tribe.

At the same time, three bright lights flew out from the cultivators’ side. They were from Master Zhiyang, Wei Wuya and the old demon Hehuan.

When the two sides were dozens of feet apart, their respective escape lights gradually dissipated and stagnated in the air.

"My fellow Taoists, it's not too late to regret now. Just cede half of Tiannan's territory to our Mulan tribe, and we can stop the war and turn enemies into friends. Otherwise, no matter what the outcome of this battle is, your Tiannan sect's immortal cultivation world will probably suffer a heavy blow!" The Confucian scholar named Zhong said coldly while looking at Wei Wuya and others opposite him.

"What a joke. Our Tiannan Immortal Cultivation World may indeed be severely damaged, but if you Mulan people fail in this battle, you will probably face a catastrophe. I think it is you mages who should be really cautious!"

Wei Wuya raised his head slightly and responded calmly.

"It seems that communicating with words alone is meaningless. There is no room for negotiation. Then, we can only fight to the death to decide the winner. However, before that, we might as well have a gambling fight first. We and you will each send people to set up restrictions. No matter what the final result is, once the gambling fight is over, we will immediately start a life-and-death battle." The skinny old man made the suggestion decisively and directly.

Obviously, he knew very well that under the current situation, trying to persuade the three monks to surrender was undoubtedly a fantasy.

"There's nothing wrong with a bet, but where are the prisoners you promised? If I can't see them with my own eyes, haha..." The old demon Hehuan stared at the old man and asked with a sneer.

Hearing the other party's remarks, the old man's face darkened, and then his lips moved slightly, and he conveyed a few words to the person behind him.

Immediately, there was a noticeable fluctuation in the mage team at the rear.

More than a thousand unarmed monks, with nothing but the clothes on their bodies, were forcibly pushed out of the queue.

When these monks arrived at the front of the battlefield, their faces changed. Some were flushed, while others glared at the mages.

There was also a slight unrest among the army of monks on the other side of the river.

Witnessing the miserable conditions of these captured monks, naturally many of their fellow disciples had sharp eyes and were able to identify them one by one.

Master Zhiyang and the others were stunned by this scene. After looking at each other for a moment, they nodded with a slightly gentler expression.

"Now, have you seen the hostages? Should you feel satisfied? Please start the fight as soon as possible!" The dwarf named Bi among the Mulan divine masters urged with dissatisfaction.

"Why are you so eager for success? Do you have other intentions for this gambling fight?" Wei Wuya asked unexpectedly.

"If you have no intention of participating in the gambling fight, I am willing to use these prisoners as sacrifices to boost morale. What do you think?" The dwarf's face suddenly changed, and he even threatened with words.

"Your Excellency is threatening us!" Wei Wuya's eyes flashed as he accused harshly.

"It's not really a threat. But since you are unwilling to participate in the fight, these prisoners are useless to us. Using them to boost morale seems to be a good choice." The skinny old man looked normal, but his tone became extremely cold.

"Although I agree to the fight, you must release our prisoners before we agree to the fight." Master Zhiyang finally spoke at this point, and stated slowly with a frown on his face.

"Release? How dare you think that we would do such a foolish thing?" the dwarf retorted bluntly.

"However, we also cannot trust you! What if you go back on your promise after the gambling game is over?" Wei Wuya responded calmly.

"Even so, I will wait..."

"There is no need to argue any further. Before confirming the fight, we can release half of the prisoners first. The remaining number will be decided based on whether you win or lose. Can you agree to this? If you still have objections, you can return to the camp and lead your troops to fight immediately." Before the dwarf could continue speaking, murderous intent flashed in the old man's eyes and he expressed his opinion first.

"It's feasible, let's act according to this plan! If you release the people, I can activate the sealing formation immediately." After communicating through secret techniques, Master Zhiyang finished discussing with the other two colleagues and agreed resolutely.

This seemingly harsh condition was actually the bottom line that the other party could accept. If they continued to negotiate in depth, they would find it difficult to face the doubts and questions from the many monks behind them.

After reaching an agreement, the six people returned to their respective camps to arrange relevant matters.

Chen Yun had quietly left his original position and mixed in with a group of monks. Before the next gambling fight officially started, he did not want to attract the attention of the enemy's high-level mages.

However, relying on his powerful spiritual sense, Chen Yun heard clearly the conversation between Master Zhiyang and others and the three great divine masters of Mulan.

After a sneer appeared on Chen Yun's lips, some of the selected monks had the restrictions on their bodies removed by the magicians, and then flew towards the enemy camp with joy on their faces.

However, Master Zhiyang was obviously well prepared.

They did not wait for these monks to fully integrate into their own army, hundreds of monks came forward and conducted a detailed inspection of these released people to ensure that they were not spies and that nothing had been done to their bodies. Only then did they feel at ease to let them join their own team of monks.

"These monks from the south of the sky are indeed very cautious. Fortunately, we did not force them to take the 'Heart-Lost Pill' at the beginning, otherwise they would not be able to overcome the difficulties today." The short mage named Bi saw this scene from afar and couldn't help but complain.

"It's only natural! The three great cultivators of Tiannan are by no means easy to deal with. It's better to omit such trivial tricks. To kill the opponent, you should hit the vital parts directly, otherwise it will only backfire." The gentle Confucian scholar named Zhong nodded slowly in agreement.

The old man with the haggard face did not comment on this. He just casually stroked his sparse goatee and stared at the army of monks in the distance without moving.

Under Chen Yun's long-distance observation, a group of monks and mages rose out from their respective camps, then divided the open space between the two armies into ten areas and began to set up magic arrays.

These people are all masters of formations among the monks and magicians. The forbidden barrier formation they are about to set up is extremely powerful, but it is not a rare and strange formation. Therefore, as long as the opponent makes the slightest move, they will definitely notice it immediately.

Normally, the arrangement of such restrictions would take a great deal of time. However, in this operation, with the concerted efforts of many array masters, who spared no effort to use all kinds of rare materials and pre-refined array plates and flags to help, it only took a quarter of an hour for ten small arrays flashing white light to take shape.

Immediately afterwards, the formation masters of both sides activated the formation together, and ten white light shields covering an area of ​​seventy to eighty feet were suspended between the two armies.

After checking again and confirming that everything was correct, these formation masters evacuated the scene one after another, and were replaced by ten cultivators and mages in the Jindan stage who came forward at the same time.

Each monk and mage is responsible for supervising the operation of a magic circle.

One of the cultivators from Tiannan was a female disciple named Song from Luoyun Sect. She was wearing a pure white robe and walked gracefully towards the second-to-last magic circle on one side.

Seeing this scene, there was no surprise on Chen Yun's face.

The woman had already stepped into the magic circle, which meant that she was about to go there and participate in the gambling. Indeed, only disciples from the same sect could make the masters who participated in the competition feel at ease.

Furthermore, if the monks sent out are disciples of a hostile sect, and they do not lend a helping hand or do their best when they are in danger, what a tragic thing that would be!

. (End of chapter)