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Chapter 1922 On the eve of the war(2/2)

Wang Tianhe smiled and said: "Friend Taoist, you are overthinking. I have no intention of fighting to the death with the enemy here. I just want to use Netherworld Valley to reduce the number of enemy troops as much as possible, and wait until they finally fight their way out of the valley and attack Tianmu City."

In front of us, we have already lost our troops and generals, and are unable to form a powerful military formation. However, our army is waiting for work, relying on city defense, and is almost invincible."

"In other words, once the enemy troops break out of the Netherworld Valley, our monks will immediately withdraw into the city?"

"That's right." Wang Tianhe nodded and smiled: "I have ordered people to build the best cloud car, as well as a short-distance teleportation circle, so that we can quickly return to the city."

"General Wang's layout is exquisite, I admire him!" Venerable Poison Dragon chuckled.

Wang Tianhe waved his hand and said: "The most important thing now is how to set up an ambush in Netherworld Valley and reduce the number of enemy troops to the greatest extent. Fellow Taoists, you have good cultivation and each have magical powers. Why don't you recommend yourself?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a loud voice shouting: "General Wang, my two brothers are willing to go!"

Wang Tianhe looked around and saw two burly young men with similar looks.

These two people are brothers. The man with yellowish skin is named Ma Chuan, who practices the secret art of earth. The man with pale skin is named Ma Ying, who practices the secret of wood.

It is unknown what sect the two belong to, and the techniques they practice are even more unknown, but their strength is not weak at all, and they also have secret techniques of combined attacks. Therefore, although they are casual cultivators, few people dare to provoke them.

"It turns out they are the Ma brothers! Well, with you two generals leading the troops into battle, Netherworld Valley will definitely be the burial place of the enemy troops!" Wang Tianhe chuckled.

As soon as he finished speaking, Venerable Poison Dragon also spoke: "I haven't taken action for a long time since I guarded the Black Mountain Territory. Now it's time to take a walk."

"Haha, how can a place with an old poison like you be without me?" Mo Qingqing glanced at Venerable Poison Dragon and said calmly: "It's my job to stop the enemy in Netherworld Valley."

Wang Tianhe couldn't help but look happy when he saw these two old monsters volunteering. He immediately smiled and said: "You two Taoist friends have great supernatural powers. If you take action, the enemy army will definitely suffer heavy casualties! If this battle is won, Wang will not dare to take credit.

I will definitely give you a reward if I play Ming Danshuai in the future."

After hearing this, Mo Qingqing and Venerable Poison Dragon looked at each other and smiled, showing expressions of satisfaction.

Next, the Beiming generals began to discuss the specific details of the battle in Netherworld Valley. Wang Tianhe was responsible for arranging the troops, while the others made suggestions.

But it is said that Liang Yan led Nanxuan's army out of Huluguan and headed south in a mighty and mighty way without encountering any obstacles again.

Sunrise and sunset, six days passed in the blink of an eye.

At noon that day, Nan Xuan's army was advancing, but a gray mist filled the front, causing everyone to stop.

Liang Yan also walked out of the car.

Looking up, he found that the mist contained strange power. Even with his powerful spiritual power, he could only see a distance of about a thousand feet.

"Liang Shuai, it seems that the 'Netherworld Valley' is ahead. Our consciousness is blocked and we cannot clearly see the reality inside."

Wang Chonghua, Hongyun, Nan Youyue and others all came to his side, their faces a little solemn.

Liang Yan nodded and said slowly: "The terrain ahead is getting lower and lower, as if we are entering an abyss. With the power of my spiritual consciousness, I can see that the valley is about 1,000 feet long and has not yet reached the bottom. It seems that this valley is deep and unpredictable. It is indeed an abyss."

In a dangerous place."
Chapter completed!
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