The Mortal's Path to Immortality

Under the mountain peaks of Qingling Xiuxianfang Market, clouds and mists linger, and the place is peaceful and tranquil.

But beneath this calmness, a terrifying storm is about to erupt in the southwest Xiuxian world of Yunzhou.

The battle between Lingshou Sect and Yunshui Sect, two of the three major sects in the southwest of Yunzhou Xiuxian World, is about to begin!

At this time, both sides have gathered a large number of cultivators. In the air and on the ground, there are cultivators who are constantly spying on each other. They are confronting each other for several miles apart, and the atmosphere is tense and solemn.

Cao Rui's cultivation is only in the Qi Refining Stage, which is relatively low.

In addition, as the head of the Alchemy Academy, his alchemy value far exceeds his combat value for the sect.

Therefore, the sect did not let him directly participate in the battle on the front line, but symbolically arranged him to the rear as a support force.

Responsible for assisting the injured sect monks

Cao Rui stood in the back, with black feathers guarding behind him, looking at the battlefield ahead where a fierce battle was about to begin, and his heart was slightly excited.

This was the first time he participated in such a large-scale sect war with nearly a thousand monks.

Silently, the two sides began to approach quietly.

This war broke out so suddenly.

The front line of the battlefield instantly changed from tranquility to smoke.

The low-level monks on both sides divided into combat teams according to the instructions, and stopped to arrange spells at a suitable distance.

Although these low-level monks are weak individually, they can exert amazing power when they gather together.

Dozens of monks here condensed their spells in unison, pinched their hands, and a series of fireballs passed by, hitting the enemy camp with a hot breath.

On the other side, dozens of monks also worked together to perform water arrows. The sharp water arrows intertwined in the air to form a dense net, colliding and exploding with the fireballs, raising waves of air and dust.

This collective release of magic was extremely spectacular, and its momentum was no less than the magic performed by the foundation-building monks.

However, low-level monks must also follow the team closely and follow the command to change their positions at any time.

Once a low-level monk leaves the team and becomes a lone man, he will have nowhere to escape from the magic cluster and the overwhelming magic attack, and will eventually die tragically on the spot, and even the corpse will not leave a trace under the bombing.

On the battlefield of the Qi Refining monks, they attacked each other in groups with magic and spiritual weapons, and the scene was extremely fierce.

As for the sky, it is the fate of the foundation-building cultivators who will decide the final outcome of the battle between the two sects.

The foundation-building cultivators can fly in the air, and the battle between them is more intense and dangerous.

Once the foundation-building cultivators of the two sects meet, they quickly choose their opponents without saying much, either one-on-one or forming teams to fight.

The number of foundation-building cultivators on the Yunshui Sect is two more than that of the Spirit Beast Sect, but this does not mean that the Spirit Beast Sect is at a disadvantage.

In fact, the foundation-building cultivators of the Spirit Beast Sect all have their own spirit beasts, which makes them more advantageous in battle.

More than half of the foundation-building cultivators of the Spirit Beast Sect have second-level spirit beasts.

These second-level spirit beasts are in tune with their masters and can perfectly cooperate with their masters' tactics.

Moreover, they have powerful demon bodies and are extremely strong in combat.

In battle, the spirit beasts and their masters cooperated tacitly, often suppressing the foundation-building cultivators of the Yunshui Sect and putting them in a passive position.

Sect Master Lu Jiuxiao was even more exaggerated. This time he summoned two spirit beasts in one breath, both of which were third-level spirit beasts.

With his own magic weapon sword, he suppressed Gu Qingying very uncomfortably.

"Lu Jiuxiao, if you have the ability, take the spirit beast away!" Gu Qingying was furious. The last time she fought against Lu Jiuxiao, Lu Jiuxiao had a third-level spirit beast by his side.

This time she was prepared for a 1-on-2 battle, but she didn't expect that Lu Jiuxiao would have another third-level spirit beast by his side.

This time it became 3-on-1. Caught off guard, although Gu Qingying wanted to admit it, she knew she was going to lose.

"What a joke! I am the leader of the Spirit Beast Sect. It is normal for me to drive spirit beasts to fight against enemies!"

"Gu Qingying, you will pay the price for your stupid decision tomorrow!"

Lu Jiuxiao's magic sword condensed magic and slashed it down. Gu Qingying had just repelled two spirit beasts and was caught by the magic spear.

Puff.

Although Gu Qingying blocked the sword, his face was pale and he spat out blood.

Gu Qingying gritted his teeth and looked down. The battle below was also fierce.

The Spirit Beast Sect relied on the Qingling Xiuxian Market to quickly send the injured monks to the market for recuperation, minimizing casualties.

On the Yunshui Sect side, once the monks were injured and had nowhere to escape, they were hunted down one by one by the law enforcement disciples arranged by Xu Ye of the Law Enforcement Court of the Spirit Beast Sect.

In Xu Ye's Law Enforcement Court, there is a famous disciple named Zhang Mo, who has the most outstanding hunting results.

This boy is the leader of the 101st generation of disciples of the Spirit Beast Sect, and is also a capable general of Xu Ye's Law Enforcement Court.

He once obtained a precious foundation-building pill from the sect and tried to break through the foundation-building realm, but fortunately failed.

Although the foundation-building failed, his cultivation level remained at the peak state of the tenth level of the Qi Refining Stage.

Zhang Mo was born with a wind-attributed spiritual root, and his unique talent made the wind-attributed spells he practiced more powerful.

He has practiced a zero-level spell called "Wind Blade" to perfection, which can be released instantly, with extremely fast speed and amazing power.

More than a dozen wounded people from the Yunshui Sect have died under this sharp wind blade, which shows how strong it is.

However, Zhang Mo's performance was so outstanding that he was naturally spotted by a foundation-building cultivator of Yunshui Sect.

This person was an elder of Yunshui Sect, named Jin Guang Shangren.

He flew over, locked his eyes on Zhang Mo, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. This kid was very dangerous, so he must not be spared!

As he waved his hand, a dart-shaped magic weapon shot at him as fast as lightning.

This dart-shaped magic weapon flashed with cold light and was extremely fast. It was close to Zhang Mo in the blink of an eye.

Xu Ye had long expected this to happen, so he gave Zhang Mo a first-level top-level magic weapon small shield as a self-defense item in advance.

First-level magic weapons generally require the foundation-building stage to fully drive, but Zhang Mo is already in the tenth level of the Qi Refining Stage after all, and his spiritual consciousness and magic skills are far beyond ordinary Qi Refining Stage cultivators, so he can barely control this first-level magic weapon.

Facing the incoming dart-shaped magic weapon, Zhang Mo quickly responded.

He took out the magic shield from the storage bag and raised it to block his back while running backwards at a high speed.

The shield emitted a faint light, forming a layer of shield, trying to resist the attack of Master Jin Guang.

Buzz! The dart-shaped magic weapon cut through the air at a very fast speed and hit the shield like a lightning bolt.

As a first-level top magic weapon, its defense is indeed strong, and it can block most of the attack of the foundation-building cultivator.

However, the foundation-building cultivator is a foundation-building cultivator after all, and their magic is extremely powerful, far beyond what Zhang Mo can contend with.

Zhang Mo only felt a huge force rushing towards him, and his chest hurt so much that he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

He took advantage of this impact and quickly fled to a distance, trying to escape the battlefield.