Xu Qing tightly gripped the Weiyang Sword, its blade shimmering with a cold light, as if narrating the mystery and gravitas of the Zhuge clan's millennium of tradition.

With the possession of this Weiyang Sword, Xu Qing had a profound understanding of the Zhuge clan's cultivation techniques difficult for others to achieve.

His realm was now unfathomable, exuding an aura that commanded reverence, as if he had transcended the boundaries of the mundane world.

In discussions with Feng Wu, Xu Qing perfectly integrated his understanding of the Zhuge clan's cultivation techniques with the Xuantian Marvelous Sound Marrow Cleansing Technique.

The two immersed themselves in a fusion of wisdom and power, repeatedly simulating every possible detail.

In the end, the two found a solution in just one night.

Feng Wu felt somewhat reluctant to part.

It was rare for her to have such a profound spiritual connection with her husband!

Xu Qing withdrew from the dream under the wistful gaze of his wife!

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In the military camp.

Xu Qing's Heavenly Demon Body slowly extended the Heavenly Repairing Tribulation Hand, gently caressing the frost blade of the Weiyang Sword.

In an instant, the cloud patterns on the sword's spine seemed to be imbued with life, moving nimbly, which was exactly the "Heavenly Mechanism Movement" passed down by the Zhuge clan for millennia.

Simultaneously, the musical ripples of the Xuantian Marvelous Sound Marrow Cleansing Technique flowed around him like vibrant threads, creating a strange and beautiful resonance with the sword's hum.

Until the third sword hum resounded like a sharp light, piercing the darkness before dawn.

Something wonderful happened.

A drop of ink-black dew slowly condensed at the sword's tip, exuding an eerie aura, representing the manifestation of the Thousand Gu Soul Seal used to control poisonous insects in Heshan Tao.

"So it is." Xu Qing whispered to himself.

He slightly vibrated the sword edge, and the drop of dew exploded with a crash, transforming into countless phantom shadows of Gu worms.

The abdomen of each Gu worm bore the incomplete runes of the "Heshan Secret," illuminated by the clear light emitted from the Heavenly Repairing Tribulation Hand, appearing exceptionally distinct, even the tiniest patterns were exquisitely visible.

Xu Qing controlled the sound waves from the sword hum, gently sweeping over those runes like a fine comb.

Meanwhile, the venomous snakes and insects within and outside the military camp seemed drawn by some powerful force, especially the snakes, which suddenly raised their scales.

Their previously cold-blooded eyes were now filled with agitation, as if responding to a call more enticing than blood food.

It turned out that the melody Xu Qing played with the sword as a lute was reversing the Insect Control Spell of Heshan Tao, the unique tune seemed to have a magical power that compelled these venomous snakes to follow his command involuntarily.

In the dense forest far away, countless green centipedes seemed suddenly crazed, turning around and fiercely biting the wrists of the Insect Control Sect disciples.

The sect members screamed miserably, their faces full of terror and despair, unable to comprehend how the poisonous insects they controlled effortlessly on a daily basis could now turn and attack them.

When the first ray of dawn pierced through the thick poisonous mist like a sharp sword, Xu Qing was already standing silently on a platform.

Surrounding the platform were many Heshan sentinels gnawed into white bones by poisonous insects, which looked especially eerie and terrifying under the morning light.

Xu Qing slightly frowned, a trace of disgust flashing in his eyes, and with a gentle flick of his sleeve, a powerful force burst forth, instantly pulverizing all the bones into dust, which dispersed with the breeze as if they had never existed.

Immediately afterwards, like the descent of a miracle, numerous mighty Purple Thunder Cannons suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

These Purple Thunder Cannons had unique designs, their barrels engraved with mysterious and complex runes, each rune emitting a faint thunderous light, as if they were telling of their extraordinary nature.

The following gunners, despite having been warned by the champion Marquis Xu Liushou, were still stunned when they witnessed the cannons appearing out of thin air.

Their eyes were full of shock and awe, and a question arose in their hearts: Could the Marquis truly create objects from the void? This unimaginable scene deepened their understanding of Xu Qing's abilities and filled them with confidence for the upcoming battle.

Initially, transporting the cannons to this platform was as difficult as ascending to the heavens.

The terrain here was perilous, the mountain paths treacherous, filled with various difficulties and obstacles during transportation.

However, now Xu Qing resolved this greatest difficulty effortlessly with his immense power and mysterious divine skills.

Moreover, these cannons were the latest models, crystallizing the most advanced firearms manufacturing technology and Daoist essence of the Great Yu Dynasty's Heavenly Work Institute, boasting formidable power.

Before arriving, Xu Qing had already imparted the operational secrets to these skilled gunners in detail.

Utilizing his unique ability, under the cover of the Devil's Sound, these gunners engraved the secrets firmly in their minds, ensuring they would not forget a word throughout the day.

Moreover, even if there might be deviations due to nervousness or other factors during the first launch, with multiple attempts, relying on the gunners' experiences and the excellent performance of these cannons, they would surely hit their targets.

Besides, the target of the He Mountain Dao Headquarters was enormous, almost an unavoidable live target, no fear of missing.

"Fire!" Xu Qing ordered, his voice firm and powerful, resounding around like a bell.

At the moment when eighteen cannons roared, the entire world seemed torn open by an invisible giant hand, creating a massive chasm.

The powerful roar made ears ache, the artillery shells trailing azure flames, like meteors traversing the sky, along perfect arc trajectories, whistling towards the He Mountain Dao Headquarters.

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