Above the Immortal Cultivation

There was still an hour before noon. The golden dragon watched from afar as a small dot turned into a bird-like flying treasure within a dozen breaths. The bird-like flying treasure swooped down and stopped behind the tower. on the square.

More than four hundred Nascent Soul stage monks, led by Yaojun and Caiwei, flew out of the ancient treasure.

When Golden Dragon saw them, his spirits were lifted. He, Lin Zhixiang, Liu Yuanshan, and Xiong Qifang jumped down from the top of the city and came to Yao Jun and others.

"Fellow Taoists, fellow Taoists from the South and East China Sea, thank you for your hard work! If you don't come here, we will bury the body here, please." The golden dragon was overjoyed, half-joking, but at the same time a look of doubt flashed across his face. said.

"Brother Huang, you have also seen that although we have more than 400 people, our strength is only 60% of the usual strength. However, from my perspective, the other party is not much better, and they will not leave much for us to recover. Time, the only way to survive today is to fight against the odds and live towards death," Yao Jun said with a laugh.

"What a man who fought against the odds and faced death. Let us fight side by side today. Even if we die in battle, we must have a few more backers." The golden dragon looked up to the sky and said with a smile.

He immediately understood how serious the injuries of Yao Jun and others were, but the other party still came. This pride and bravery immediately made him admire and respect him.

Under the leadership of the golden dragon, everyone arrived at the city tower with great fanfare.

Their purpose is to let the Yao Clan and Feng Yan Sect see it, to give them a blow in terms of momentum, and to give them a psychological shock.

After Yaojun's inquiry, the formation at the tower in the central battlefield was a large attack and defense formation, which could be regarded as an older and more powerful formation. He also learned that on their human side, except for those who were strong at the Nascent Soul stage, In addition to the number of attackers being more than double that of the opponent, all the trump cards have been used up, and the opponent may still hold a valuable treasure like a spiritual weapon in his hand.

These words made Yao Jun and others worried. Even though there were more Yuan Ying stage experts on their side than them, any advantage was not an advantage until the last trump card was played. Besides, they had more than 400 Yuan Ying stage warriors. The infant monks only had about 60% of their strength, and their contribution to this final battle was relatively limited.

It can only be said that the strength is not enough, and the number of people comes together.

This is the numerical advantage that Golden Dragon and Yaojun only have after taking into account the cultivators in the northern part of Changfei Ming who cannot hide.

Now that the matter has come to this, the only option is to break the cauldron and fight a bloody battle.

At noon, the two tribes were five miles apart. Dozens of battle flags of various colors and patterns were flying on the tower behind them. The battle flags were fluttering in the wind, and under the reflection of the dazzling red clouds, they seemed to be soaked in blood.

On the human side, there are still more than 700 golden elixir stage monks, more than 600 Nascent Soul stage powerhouses, and nine late Yuanying stage monks including Golden Dragon and Yaojun.

On the side of the demon clan Feng Yan Sect, there are more than 1,700 level 5 and 6 demon beasts, more than 300 infant-stage powerhouses and level 7 and 8 demon beasts, eight peak level 8 demons, and seven late-stage Nascent Soul members of the Feng Yan Sect. Great monk.

The Nascent Soul stage strong men on both sides were in front of the formation, and the Golden Core stage monks were at the back. The two armies were widely spread out. On the human side, nine great monks were lined up in a row, as were the Monster Clan and Feng Yan Sect.

Yao Jun, Golden Dragon, Zhang Shunfeng and Chi Yan came out on behalf of the two clans and came to the middle of the battlefield. The four of them calmly looked at the last opponent who was rarely seen and almost always planned and strategized behind the two clans.

The golden dragon Fusu smiled faintly and said: "Calculate the time, you and I have been fighting for more than eight years. For more than eight years, this is unprecedented in the history of the war between the two races, and the casualties caused are countless. From the very beginning From the foundation building stage, to the golden elixir stage, to the Nascent Soul stage, and now we are fighting here, haven't fellow Taoist Chi Yan ever thought about why our two tribes have been fighting for so long, and why the blood feud between the two tribes has become more and more intense. The accumulation is getting deeper and deeper, until now we are forced to fight to the death. In the past wars, it was our turn to fight here. Our clan has lost five fellow Taoists who are in the same realm as you and me, and your side is not much different. Is it possible that there will be another one in the future? Isn't there something that keeps pushing you and I into the abyss? If our side is defeated, the worst we can do is let the Bleeding War City take back this city based on the entire Western Desert; and if your side is unfortunately defeated. , even if the vast sea is boundless, almost more than 60% of the combat power will be lost. Will this allow interested people to see a glimmer of hope, and then take advantage of the vast sea of ​​spiritual materials, secret realms, historical sites and other resources? "

The golden dragon's voice was not loud, but it could be clearly transmitted to every corner of the battlefield, including the ears of every human monk and every demon clan.

As the golden dragon continued to talk, an almost invisible crack gradually appeared in the camp of the Demon Clan's Feng Yan Sect. The strong men of the Demon Clan kept looking around at the familiar and yet unfamiliar Feng Yan Sect monks who had fought alongside them for more than eight years. , they followed the golden dragon's question and kept thinking, if the demon clan failed, then Feng Yan Sect would take the opportunity to occupy part of the Manghai land. You must know that many places in the Manghai are suitable for human cultivation, such as Manghai. The Orange Light Lake in the sea is a treasure land for cultivating immortals. There are many places like this with rich spiritual energy in the vast sea.

"Haha, it is said that the golden dragon of the Miao Nian Sect has the appearance of a dragon and a phoenix. It often makes the other party feel fearful and suspicious with its sharp tongue. Now it seems that it is worthy of the people who control it. "Zhang Shunfeng knew he was going to suffer as soon as he heard Golden Dragon's instigation. The Yao Clan and Feng Yan Sect Alliance began to be suspicious of each other before they started fighting. This was a taboo before the war.

The Golden Dragon actually tried to alienate the two tribes at such a critical moment before the final battle. It was indeed malicious and full of evil intentions.

Immediately, Zhang Shunfeng continued, "My fellow demons, my Fengyan Sect was hunted down by the Miao Nian Sect 300,000 years ago. For 300,000 years, the Miao Nian Sect led the various sects in the Western Desert to slaughter us bloodily, and did not spare any Fengyan Sect cultivators. Even all the sects or families related to my sect were not spared. They were brutally exterminated, and even women and children without spiritual roots were not spared. We have never forgotten the ruthless crimes they committed. Indeed, this war was provoked by my Fengyan Sect, but what they committed against us 300,000 years ago, wasn't it what they did to your tribes in the Manghai for hundreds of thousands of years? We are all victims, and we all have a The common enemy is Miao Nian Sect and the various sects in the Western Desert. If our Feng Yan Sect loses, we will go back to where we came from, and we will remember today's battle, lick our wounds, and then fight them again; if we win this battle, our Feng Yan Sect will never occupy an inch of land in the Manghai, we will find another place to establish our sect, and forever form an alliance with the various tribes in the Manghai, and have a permanent friendship. If you violate this, I, Zhang Shunfeng, will not die well, and our Feng Yan Sect will disappear from now on. "

"Okay! With the oath of the heart demon of fellow Daoist Zhang, I believe you. Miao Nian Sect and the various sects in the Western Desert are our common enemies. Now that we have formed an alliance, it is time to kill the enemy and collect debts." Chi Yan heard Zhang Shunfeng's oath from the heart and said it firmly.

The demon clan and Feng Yan Sect, who had already had a gap, had a raging anger and a strong desire to fight in their eyes after Zhang Shunfeng's words and Chi Yan's words.