(I never thought it would be so long. Each chapter breaks the previous record. Thank you to all the book friends who have supported me along the way.)
In the past few days, the two major immortal realms of Wangyue and Nanhuang, or the frequency of actions of the ghost clan have been much lower than in the past. But everyone knows that this is just the calm before the storm. Both sides are licking their wounds and trying to Give the opponent a fatal blow.
Lu Xiaotian is preparing to refine the Nirvana Sword Youlan in his hand into the sword bead and turn it into a sword embryo. But before Lu Xiaotian started, a huge war symbol broke into the house.
Lu Xiaotian stretched out his finger and flicked a ray of mana into the battle talisman, which turned into a raging fire and burned.
When the war order comes, both Wangyue and the monks in the Southern Wilderness will participate in this unprecedented battle between the human race and the ghost race.
"Thousand-year calamity, even a thousand years, it is rare to encounter such an unparalleled calamity." Lu Xiaotian muttered, thinking of the thousand-year calamity of the Jushi clan, if he felt something, the silver hair behind him was not moving in the wind, and a fighting spirit rose into the sky.
The two armies were fighting, and their morale was particularly high. Although Lu Xiaotian always kept a low profile, he would not hide his aura every time he went to war. Only a strong aura could make the monks under his command have more courage. There is a saying in the secular world that can also be used among immortal cultivators: One soldier is a raging enemy, and a general is raging in a nest.
The flying warship, the flying warship, which had not been used for a long time, slowly rose into the sky, its flag fluttering. As soon as Lu Xiaotian moved, he shot out of the courtyard, stepped on the void, and flew towards the leading flying warship.
Several other figures also came to the residence and vacated one after another.
"A few years ago, I led you to conquer Tianjian Mountain. Now that the ghost tribe's army is pressing down on the territory, we can only fight." Lu Xiaotian's voice spread loudly, sweeping through the entire White Crane City.
"Fight!" "Fight!" "Fight!"
The morale of the entire Lingxiao Palace is as high as usual, and it doesn't need too many words to encourage it. Just a glance from the silver-haired young man on the warship can bring the morale of Lingxiao Palace to its peak.
Thousands of female cultivators looked at the tall figure above their heads, their eyes shining brightly. Although the cultivator in front of them was the ancestor of Nascent Soul, he was also the God of War who grew up from the lowest level of Lingxiao Palace. Among the ranks, there has never been a single defeat. Sweeping all the way from the Qi Refining Stage to the Nascent Soul Stage.
It was also this person who brought Lingxiao Palace back from the lowest point of morale. During the war, he revived an Immortal Palace that was about to decline and turned it into a palace second only to a few sects of the Ancient Sword Sect.
Lingxiao Palace already had four Nascent Soul cultivators, plus the two brought back by Lu Xiaotian, and one demon cultivator. There are as many as seven Nascent Soul level experts, which is also the highest level in the history of Lingxiao Palace.
With such a lineup, even if they are about to face the ghost clan, they have nothing to fear. Compared with most other sects, as disciples of Lingxiao Palace, their situation is much better!
"Start and fight against Wangyue!"
At this time, Lingxiao Palace only retained one flying warship and one flying kite warship. Even further on the ground, there are millions of mortal armies. After this battle, there is no telling how many of them will survive.
Although not many mortals can survive in this kind of battle between the immortal world and the ghosts, this is already a battle of races. When the immortal cultivators are withered, these mortals can deal with some ordinary low-level skeletons. , can also relieve the pressure of some Qi refining monks.
Although Mochizuki's high-end combat power was intact at this time, the losses to the low-level monks were really heavy. These armies of secular mortals are all distributed on the outermost periphery, and each mortal army is mixed with immortal cultivators of varying strengths.
Many mortal armies are iron-blooded warriors who have experienced hundreds of battles. The soldiers of hundreds of battles all have the power of blood evil and part of the evil spirit in their bodies. People who are proficient in this way can gather a small number into a large number and operate it properly, tens of thousands of soldiers. The blood evil power gathered by the warriors is enough to form a blood evil force, which can even threaten the foundation building monks.
Of course, these secular soldiers do not understand this and need to be operated by monks who are proficient in this way.
There are also some huge crossbows. Although they are bulky, they can also do some damage to ghost birds. In short, although these are like cannon fodder, they are not useless.
Although the lips are dead and the teeth are cold, once the army of immortal cultivators is defeated, they can still escape into the secret realm and still survive. But these mortals have nowhere to go. The sun above our heads will be obscured by ghostly clouds, and the once prosperous towns will turn into gloomy ghost realms, where hundreds of millions of creatures will be slaughtered!
"Such a strong ghost energy has condensed into substance. How many ghost clans must there be to form such a terrifying atmosphere!" When I approached Wangyue City, I saw the ghost clouds covering the sky and the sun in the Wangyue Mountains. I stayed there all the time. In Baihe City, Wu Ziyuan and Qiao Lan, who had never actually taken action, couldn't help but be stunned.
"I don't know. I'm afraid none of the other monks who are fighting know exactly how many ghosts there are." Lu Xiaotian shook his head and said, "If a few of them change their minds, they can just leave. If the battle breaks out later, I may not be able to take care of how many of them there are." Bit."
"Brother Lu, what you said is exaggerated. If it weren't for Brother Lu, we wouldn't be alive today. It's amazing that we died in this battle and lived a little longer without losing money." Qiao Lan and the other two did not speak. , but the eight-legged demonic cow beast turned into a human form, and one of the opponents was inserted into the waist, and it was very bold and authentic. At this time, the eight-legged demonic cow beast recovered from its injuries under the healing spirit grass provided by Lu Xiaotian. My heart is full of pride.
Lu Xiaotian was a little surprised. When he first saw it, he felt that this eight-legged demonic cow was very ferocious. After all, Lu Xiaotian was not very accepting of eating human flesh. He brought this guy to Wangyue, and Lu Xiaotian also had sex with the eight-legged demonic cow. After all, this guy can keep his promise.
Now it seems that the eight-legged demonic cow beast is quite loyal.
"Brother Niu is right. If it weren't for Brother Lu, we would have died at the hands of those mirage wolves. How could we still be standing here talking to Brother Lu."
Qiao Lan had no choice but to respond at this time. From the bottom of her heart, if she had known that the battle in Wangyue City in front of her was going to be like this, she would not have been willing to get involved. It's just that things have reached this point, and it's hard to get off the horse. After all, the next step was to enter the secret forbidden area. Most of the fellow Taoists who had been with them had died, leaving only her and Wu Ziyuan. They could not return to the Chiyuan Continent safely with no plan.
If we couldn't rely on Lu Xiaotian's strength, would it be possible to stay in the secret realm for the rest of our lives? The two of them came here to seek opportunities. The Yuanying monks were also human beings, and they did not want to live their entire lives in an isolated place.
"Okay, thank you Brother Niu and the two Taoist friends. The masters in the late stage of Ghost King will naturally be dealt with by the great monks. Most of our opponents should be in the middle or early stage of Ghost King." Lu Xiaotian smiled and comforted a few people.