Chapter 991: One hundred thousand people take off their armor and stop fighting

"General..." Xiao Zhan's Adam's apple rolled, and the lining of his armor had long been soaked with cold sweat.

His voice was full of excitement and guilt, as if at this moment, he really realized his mistake.

He remembered that when he was still a sergeant, it was Lin Bingchun who dug out his broken right leg from the pile of corpses.

At that time, Lin Bingchun was like his life-saving straw, giving him hope for rebirth.

I remember the night when he was promoted to the governor, the general crossed his sword across his shoulder and said, "The sword should point to the people."

That sentence, like a bright light, illuminated his military career and made him understand his mission.

I also remember the words of the military supervisor when he received the secret order, "Wanze City hides the secret of Lin Bingchun's disappearance."

And now, Lin Bingchun is standing in front of him, what reason does he have to continue?

His heart is full of regret and self-blame, and he feels that he has failed Lin Bingchun's trust.

The crisp sound of Xiao Zhan's sword and armor hitting the ground is like a signal to open the gate.

In an instant, the crisp sound of 100,000 magic weapons falling to the ground gathered into a wave that shook the sky, and 100,000 immortal cultivators bowed their heads.

That scene seemed like a grand surrender ceremony, and also like a confession of past mistakes.

The swords made of black iron splashed sparks on the bluestone slabs, the talisman scrolls rolled into dust, and even the spiritual treasures suspended in the air fell like kites with broken strings.

The surging spiritual power on the battlefield suddenly stagnated, as if even the wind held its breath.

The whole world seemed to be still at this moment, leaving only endless silence and heaviness.

100,000 people took off their armor together, raising dust all over the sky.

Zhou Qingyuan was tied in the air by the rune chains, and he looked at the Qingyang Sect disciples who took the initiative to put down their magic weapons with his eyes full of despair.

His heart was full of reluctance and anger. He didn't understand why everything he had worked hard for would collapse at this moment.

Lv Wenhao also looked at the Wuji Sect disciples with the same expression, and only helplessness was left in his heart.

He knew that after this battle, Dagan's national strength would regress by thousands of years, and the ten great immortal sects would exist in name only.

Their glory had become a thing of the past.

Chen Ze's mind moved, and the formation covering the battlefield changed instantly.

Invisible forces intertwined and completely isolated the entire battlefield from the outside world.

The world seemed to be covered by a mysterious curtain, and any prying eyes could not penetrate it.

"Zhao Yun, Zhao Wushan, you go back to the city to appease the disciples of Wanzemen and repair the city. Leave the rest to me."

Zhao Yun and Zhao Wushan looked at each other and nodded respectfully: "Yes, Master!"

The two of them flashed and turned into two streams of light, quickly flying towards the direction of Wanze City.

The disciples of Wanzemen in the city were extremely nervous in this thrilling war.

They held their weapons tightly, their eyes full of worry.

From time to time, they looked at the fierce battlefield outside the city, and kept guessing what the outcome of this war would be.

Every minute and every second of waiting was like torture.

Seeing the two sect masters return at this moment, the disciples seemed to have seen the backbone, and they gathered from all directions.

In the crowd, someone shouted anxiously: "Sect Master, what's the situation outside? Can we win?"

Zhao Yun looked gentle, with a victorious smile on his face, and reassured everyone in a loud voice: "Don't panic, everyone, this war is over, we have won!"

His voice was like a bell, penetrating the noise of the crowd and clearly reaching the ears of every disciple.

Zhao Wushan also added: "That's right, we repelled the enemy and saved Wanze City! Our efforts have not been in vain, Wanze Gate is still there, and our home is still there!"

After hearing this, the disciples were stunned at first, and then burst into deafening cheers, and the sound seemed to break through the sky.

The depression and fear that had been accumulated in their hearts for a long time disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Their faces were filled with joy and excited smiles, and their eyes were flashing with excited tears.

At this moment, they truly felt the joy of victory.

They hugged each other, cheered, and some even jumped up excitedly, throwing their weapons high in the air to celebrate this hard-won victory.

Outside Wanze City.

The atmosphere was still solemn. Although the armies of the ten major immortal gates and the Dagan royal family had laid down their weapons and lined up neatly on the battlefield.

But their eyes were still full of fear and uneasiness about the unknown.

They looked at the mess on the battlefield, and then looked at Chen Ze, who was not far away, with a stern look, and their hearts were full of regret and despair.

Chen Ze's eyes swept over the crowd and said lightly: "Since you have chosen to surrender, then enter the Wanxiang Domain and accept a new life."

As soon as the voice fell, Xiao Zhan was the first to step forward, and his combat boots stepped over the saber he had just discarded.

When the starlight filled his eyes, he heard Lin Bingchun's sigh from the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness: "For those who fight, stop fighting for martial arts."

In a trance, he turned back into the young soldier who dragged his broken leg and crawled towards the battle flag.

This time, he finally saw clearly that the flag was not embroidered with dragons, but with mountains and rivers.

He felt mixed emotions, reflecting on the past and being confused about the future.

But he knew that from this moment on, everything would be different.

Then, the clones quickly dispersed.

They turned into light and shadows and shuttled among the surrendering crowd, and began to collect the surrendering cultivators one by one into the Wanxiang Domain in the Wanxiang Space.

Every cultivator who was taken into the Wanxiang Domain seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and thrown into the mysterious space involuntarily.

Although the cultivators who entered the Wanxiang Domain temporarily lost their freedom, they could continue to cultivate and grow in it, and even have the opportunity to break through their own bottlenecks.

For these surrendered cultivators, this might be a better way to become cultivators.

As the clones moved faster and faster, the cultivators on the battlefield disappeared one after another and were taken into the Wanxiang Domain.

Zhou Qingyuan and Lv Wenhao were bound in mid-air by rune chains, watching their disciples being taken away, and their hearts were full of helplessness.

Zhou Qingyuan gritted his teeth, his eyes full of anger and unwillingness, struggling to say something.

But the rune chains not only bound his body, but also sealed his spiritual power and mouth.

He could only make some vague sounds to express his inner anger.

Chen Ze glanced at him calmly, as if he saw through Zhou Qingyuan's thoughts, "Since you have chosen to be my enemy, you must bear the corresponding consequences.

The Wanxiang Domain will be your new starting point. As for whether you can get out of it, it depends on your own luck."

Lv Wenhao's face became even paler and his body trembled slightly when he heard this.

He knew that Chen Ze's strength had far exceeded their imagination. Even if the ten major immortal sects joined forces, they could not compete with him.

As the last cultivator was taken into the Wanxiang Domain, the atmosphere on the battlefield finally returned to calm.

Chen Ze's eyes swept across the empty battlefield, but there was no fluctuation in his heart.

For him, this war was just a small episode, and the real highlight was still to come.