Xuanwu Mountains
The four tribes from the Northern Broken Realm have begun to move in in large numbers, but during the process of moving in, the immortal cultivators did not take action, so the progress is a bit slow.
Xuanwu Backbone Mountain is already impregnable and managed by the immortal armies of the four tribes. Layers of defensive formations are superimposed on each other, making the winding Xuanwu Backbone Mountain covered in colorful auras.
Countless flags were faintly seen flying on the mountain, and the names of various forces were written on the flags in common characters of the spirit world.
On the main peak of Xuanwu Spine Mountain, the palace that originally belonged to the Tuling Clan also had a new look. However, the owner of the hall at this moment had already been replaced by senior members of the four clans of the Beitian Shattered Realm.
The four tribes are now led by the four spiritual realms, and Bian Wuyu has become the apparent leader of the coalition.
The four Mahayana monks had no news and disappeared without a trace since the last time they showed up using the Four Spirits Formation.
The entire Xuanwu Mountains are extremely calm, but every monk from the four tribes understands that the calm in front of them is just a short moment before the storm, and the real storm will come soon.
In the Xinghu Mountains, from thousands of miles away, one could see sword aura rising into the sky, and even the white clouds above the nine heavens were fluttering in all directions stirred by the sword aura.
On the opposite side, there is a mountain peak with entangled vines. This mountain peak is inserted directly into the clouds. Countless vines with a thickness of several feet extend for hundreds of miles, flickering into countless afterimages and whipping down. The sword energy that was thousands of feet long could not withstand such a dense attack. Suddenly the sword energy overflowed and swept in all directions.
Although countless vines were cut off in the air, more quickly extended.
Above the void, Mo Qing was standing in the air, carrying a simple long sword, frowning slightly, looking at the battle in front of him with a serious face.
"Lord of the Territory, this sacred tree of the Wood Spirit Clan has survived since ancient times and has possessed a certain level of spirituality. It is no less powerful than an ordinary Mahayana monk. The Wood Spirit Clan refined this tree through their wood-type magical powers. The Divine Tree Token can drive this sacred tree to fight for them. As long as the sacred tree remains alive, it will be extremely difficult for us to capture the Green Wood Spiritual Palace."
"Hmph, isn't the power of this sacred tree exhausted? After all, it's just a dead thing. If the Lord of this domain doesn't believe it, there's nothing he can do about it. Let's inform him and use the Innate Infinite Sword Formation. Since he can't kill this sacred tree in a short time, then this domain can't kill it in a short time. The Lord then changed his strategy and used the Innate Infinite Sword Formation and the method of endless life to consume the power of this sacred tree. Then, he looked at the right time and captured the Green Wood Spiritual Palace in one fell swoop. By then, all the Wood Spirit clan will die in this domain. With his own hands, the first achievement in this race war should also belong to our Sword Spirit Domain."
"Lord Territory Lord, it is said that this sacred tree is connected to several immortal spiritual veins in the Xinghu Mountains. It has infinite spiritual power. Although the Innate Infinite Sword Formation can rely on the power of heaven and earth to survive forever once it is closed, I want to arrange it. , will also instantly drain most of the magic power of our immortal army. If the Lingmu clan monks take the opportunity to attack at this time, wouldn't it be very detrimental to us?" A man in his thirties on the side bowed and said a salute.
This person is one of the three great sword masters in the Sword Spirit Realm. His status and strength are second only to Wu Xinyun, who is Fengyun Wujian. Wu Xinyun is very low-key in the Sword Spirit Realm. Even though he is one of the three great sword masters, Among the four spiritual realms of the Beitian Broken Realm, few people know about the magical swordsmanship he cultivates.
The sword magic power he cultivates is called Demon Heart Sword, which is a magic power that focuses on magic. This is also the reason for his low profile. The existence of demon monks is prohibited in the human race of Beitian Shattered Realm. As long as there are demon monks appearing, It is rare to escape the pursuit of various major sect forces.
Wu Xinyun is undoubtedly an exception. He has followed the old domain master of the Sword Spirit Domain for many years and is low-key, so he can avoid the pursuit of the immortal monks who eliminate demons and protect the way.
Now that Mo Qingxun has become the new Sword Spirit Territory Lord, Wu Xinyun's status has also risen, and there is a faint tendency to overpower Fengyun Wujian in the territory, and Mo Qingxun wants to prevent Fengyun Wujian from usurping his position as the Territory Lord. , has been deliberately squeezing him out, allowing Wu Xinyun to take the opportunity to strengthen his power.
"The Wood Spirit clan is just a bunch of turtles. Taking advantage of the strength of this domain lord, their desperate defense is still a little insufficient. How can they dare to take the initiative and give orders to follow the wishes of this domain lord?" Mo Qing thought. After a moment, he opened his mouth and ordered.
"According to the order." Although Wu Xinyun had doubts, he did not dare to disobey and immediately left the arrangement.
After a while, the densely packed Sword Spirit Domain monks began to shoot into the void. Teams of Sword Spirit Domain monks formed a nine-nine formation and began to form formations.
I saw circular sword arrays flashing across the sky. The sword aura in the array condensed into handwriting. If you look closely, you can see that it actually covers Qian, Kun, Kan, Li, Zhen, Xun, Gen, There are nine groups of Dui Ba Zi, which appear in the void as a huge Bagua shape covering thousands of miles.
Endless sword energy began to brew in the Bagua Array, and the astonishing pressure of the sword energy made even the Qingpu Ancestor in the Qingmu Spiritual Palace show a horrified expression.
"The heritage of the human race cannot be underestimated. They have actually arranged such a terrifying sword formation."
"Yes, after the decline of the human race, the four major spiritual realms have been hiding their capabilities and biding their time. Legend has it that this innate infinite sword formation is still a magical power left by the previous generation of old domain masters. It is one of the highest magical powers in the way of swordsmanship. Once they successfully arrange it, the sacred tree will also You may not be able to withstand it." Ancestor Qing Ce also frowned slightly and said.
Ancestor Qingpu also had a sad look on his face. He sighed softly and said: "With the power of the sacred tree, it should be no problem to resist it in a short time. But Qingce, has he ever found out the cause of Qingbo's death? At the moment, it seems that he can The only ones who could kill Qingbo and prevent him from even escaping were the four Mahayana monks from the Beitian Broken Realm."
"Clan leader, I have sent many clan disciples to investigate, but unfortunately, there are no results. Besides, now is not the time to investigate the cause of Senior Brother Qingbo's death. We should still think about how to avoid this disaster, right?"
"Haha" Ancestor Qingpu gave a bitter smile, his expression uglier than crying. Combined with the pustules all over his face, it made people feel even more terrifying.
"The sacred tree is the foundation of our Lingmu clan. We must not give up. The leader of our clan will inevitably coexist and die with the sacred tree. If we cannot resist the attack of the Sword Spirit Realm's immortal army, our clan leader will drive the sacred tree to temporarily resist. You go south to join the other clans. Make more plans."
"How is this possible? How can we leave the clan leader behind and escape on our own? Moreover, most of the elites of our Wood Spirit clan have been sent to Thunder Mountain. However, there is no news about the situation over there. The clan leader might as well come with us. When moving south, preserve your strength first, and the sacred tree may not be destroyed by the Sword Spirit Realm’s Immortal Army.”
"Haha" Ancestor Qingpu said with a bitter smile on his face: "Now that we are in this situation, it doesn't hurt to tell you. Why can the Divine Tree Token be able to drive the Divine Tree? Do you know?"
"This is a secret that our Lingmu clan has passed down orally. Only the clan leader can know it. Qingce naturally doesn't know."
"It's very simple. Only by merging the Yuan Shen with the Divine Tree can you use the Divine Tree Token to drive the Divine Tree to attack the enemy. However, there will be a disadvantage in doing so, that is, you will never be able to advance to the Mahayana stage in this life. Once the Yuan Shen and the Divine Tree merge, , which almost cut off one’s in-depth understanding of the power of rules, so the realm has stopped moving forward.”
"Ah? I see. With the qualifications of the clan leader, our Lingmu clan was originally the most promising person to advance to the Mahayana realm. I didn't expect that after so many years, I still can't take that step. It turns out to be this reason."
"Qingce, you understand this. Even if I leave, there is no point. Once the sacred tree is destroyed, my soul will also be annihilated. Instead of doing this, it is better to fight for a glimmer of life for you, which is also regarded as the death of the leader of the clan. This is the last thing I will do for you."
Patriarch Qingce's eyes were also red. After learning the secret of the patriarch's power to drive the sacred tree, he realized that he had missed this senior brother before. Patriarch Qingpu had occupied the position of patriarch for tens of thousands of years, and he should have been. Retreat behind the scenes, concentrate on attacking the Mahayana realm, and pass on the position of patriarch to the younger generation in the clan.
But Patriarch Qingpu never mentioned this matter. Patriarch Qingce always thought that Patriarch Qingpu was attached to power, but now it seems that he had wrongly blamed him.
"Senior brother, forgive me for not calling you the patriarch this time. Qingce has misunderstood you all along. He thought that senior brother was greedy for the power and status of the clan leader. Qingce was superficial."
"Haha, the reason why senior brother agreed to take over the position of clan leader back then was because you were not at a high level and could not fuse the soul with the divine tree. In fact, senior brother, I really don't want to take the position of clan leader. Okay, Now there is no point in saying this, so you should quickly lead the better-endowed disciples in the clan and go to Thunder Mountain." Ancestor Qingpu waved his hand and said.
When Patriarch Qingce heard this, mist appeared in his eyes, but he also knew that the best thing to do at the moment was to conserve his strength and wait for Wanmu Lingzun to lead the spiritual army to counterattack. The sacrifice at this moment was just in vain.
He gave a deep salute to Ancestor Qingpu, then turned around and disappeared without a trace into a ray of spiritual light.
Above the nine heavens, the huge Bagua Sword Formation has been condensed and formed. Thousands of feet of sword energy is falling from the sky. The huge Bagua Sword Formation is also constantly rotating, drawing in the spiritual energy within hundreds of thousands of miles around it. In the sword formation.
Suddenly, the spiritual energy within hundreds of thousands of miles disappeared at a perceptible speed.
Seeing that the Xiantian Wuji Sword Formation had been set up, Mo Qingxun showed a satisfied smile on his face.
"As long as we capture the Qingmu Spiritual Palace, Huan Tianmou will have no reason to settle the score. Our position in the Sword Spirit Domain will remain stable. At least in the Northern Territory, we will be able to occupy a place with abundant fairy spiritual energy. With the help of this endless resource, the master of this domain will advance. Mahayana is not impossible. When the time comes, the Lord of this domain will regain the reputation of the first domain of the human race, Bian Wuyu, hum, you will eventually be nothing more than a stepping stone for the Lord of this domain."
"Rumble~~~" Just as Mo Qing was thinking about good things, the originally clear sky suddenly dimmed, and then a bolt of lightning suddenly shot from the sky.
Yes, it was shot. The thick lightning, which was a hundred feet thick, cut through the void at an extremely astonishing speed and slammed into the huge Bagua Sword Formation in the sky.
The thunder exploded suddenly, and the whole sky seemed like a cyan sun, and layers of thunder spread out.
The Innate Infinite Sword Formation above the void actually collapsed, and endless sword energy spread out in all directions.
Countless screams rang out in the sky, and figures fell like raindrops.
The sword cultivators who arranged the Xiantian Wuji Sword Formation were all at the Void Refining Stage or above, a total of 729 people, and there were even more than a million Sword Spirit Domain monks assisting these 729 people. people.
The formation that had been laid out with so much effort was actually broken by a bolt of lightning.
Under the bombardment of scattered lightning and sword energy, how could the Sword Spirit Domain monks who had already lost most of their mana endure it? Most of them died almost instantly. The rest of the survivors were mostly irreversibly seriously injured, and a few had no serious injuries. Although the people who were hindered used escape techniques to leave, it was only a very small part.
All the monks in the Sword Spirit Realm stared at this scene in stunned silence, unable to recover for a long time.
Not only them, but also Mo Qingxun and Wu Xinyun showed incredulous expressions. Once the innate infinite sword formation is set up, even ordinary Mahayana monks cannot break it so easily.
Now, it was only a flash of lightning that completely destroyed it, causing the death of millions of Sword Spirit Realm disciples. Just thinking about this loss made Mo Qingxun's heart start to tremble.
"Who? Who broke the innate infinite sword formation of this domain master? Come out, get out." Mo Qingxun shouted angrily.
"Haha, Sword Spirit Realm? Nowadays, clowns can claim the title of king and ancestor. It's really ridiculous. It seems that I really need to clean up." As the words fell, Li Moqing looked into the void thousands of feet away. Suddenly it cracked, and two people slowly walked out of it. One had white hair and a dark green complexion, and the other was much younger. However, both of them were only five feet tall. At first glance, they were from the Spirit Race.
With the appearance of the two people, a large spiritual light began to emerge from the distant clouds and sky, covering the entire sky as far as the eye could see.
And from a distance, it seemed to spread directly from the void a hundred feet high to the nine heavens.
Mo Qingxun and Wu Xinyun were so sharp that they could see at a glance that there were countless cultivators. Almost in the blink of an eye, they had come overwhelmingly, covering all the space in an instant.
Mo Qingxun and Wu Xinyun both felt a chill rising from their backs, spreading to their whole bodies instantly.
The remaining two million immortal armies in the Sword Spirit Realm are not worth mentioning in front of the opponent.
A name appeared in the minds of Mo Qingxun and Wu Xinyun almost at the same time: "Wanmu Lingzun?"
Wanmu Lingzun led the eight-line spiritual clan immortal army to arrive.
