Above the Immortal Cultivation

Time slipped away silently.

Half a day later, only ten level 7 and 8 red apes were left in the red ape clan, but at this time they were completely confused, as if they didn't know where they were and why they were fighting. They were covered in blood and had wounds of varying depths. They stood upright in the sea of ​​blood with expressionless faces, looking blankly at the four battlefields not far away that were surrounded by tens of thousands of blood skeletons.

Feng Yanzong also suffered heavy losses, with only eight mid-Nascent Soul strongmen left. They looked haggard and their magic power was less than 10%. They looked at the four battlefields together with the ten red ape clan strongmen.

"Boom boom" "Boom boom" "Boom boom" "Boom boom"

Four consecutive loud noises, tens of thousands of blood skeletons finally turned into dust under the powerful magical powers of the four ape madmen, and no blood bubbles emerged from the sea of ​​blood.

Because the blood sea at this time was no longer called the blood sea, it became a transparent puddle with a depth of half an inch and a radius of 100 miles. The inverted bowl-shaped light ring in the sky also disappeared without a trace. Soon, the half-inch deep water also disappeared, as if nothing had happened.

Three miles away from them were more than 200 Yuanying period cultivators led by Yaojun, Yaosheng, Zhang Huaiyuan and Li Rongyu, and 105 cultivators with different levels of Jindan in the middle and late stages.

They looked quietly at the remaining 22 cultivators and the red ape's camp.

"Hahahaha..." A long laugh came.

Chen Yufeng, with torn clothes and countless wounds all over his body, leaped to 30 feet away from the human race.

"Cough!" He patted his chest with his hand and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

He looked at the enemy not far away with a smile, and said in a very calm tone: "I am Chen Yufeng, the master of the fifteenth hall of Fengyan Sect. I have been practicing until now, and I believe that I am still upright, upright, and upright. In this battle, I lost with conviction. After hearing that Yaojun is the ancestor of Tianyao, Tianyao Valley is most likely to be the first person to impact the God Transformation Stage. I am not talented, but I want to learn from you, Daoist Yaojun, for the fellow Taoists of the Red Ape Clan and our sect who left with hatred, and avenge them. Even if I am not as good as you, I will die honorably. But, if I accidentally take your life, Yaojun, I can also tell this good news to hell. Tell them to let them die a worthy death. Although we are almost your prisoners and have no right to make any demands, but when a dog is desperate, it will jump over the wall, and when a rabbit is desperate, it will bite people. At worst, we will die together. I believe that with our strength, we can still drag a few people to die with us before we die. What do you think, Daoist Yaojun? "

"What a fair and upright person. Apart from the different ideas and pursuits between you and me, you and I can have a drink together. Since we are on the battlefield, we must determine who is better and who is better, and I agree with you." When the seven sect monks were about to admonish Yaojun, Yaojun flew to a distance of five feet from Chen Yufeng.

The battle between the two ended very quickly. Yaojun finally took advantage of his rest and sent Chen Yufeng, a respectable opponent, to the underworld, and let him die in the battle between the two clans in a fair and upright manner.

The following battle was completely one-sided. The Seven Sects did not give the Ape Crazy any chance. Under the leadership of the four great cultivators Yaojun and Zhang Huaiyuan, all the people killed the remaining cultivators of the Red Ape Clan and Fengyan Sect.

If you don't cut the grass at the root, it will grow again in the spring breeze.

In this battle, the Seven Sects and the various large and small sects in the south lost 6,895 carefully cultivated Jindan disciples. Most of them were Dancheng fourth grade or above, and they had the hope of impacting the Yuanying stage.

The Yuanying cultivators suffered heavy losses, nearly 500 Yuanying strongmen, and many of them were the masters or supreme elders of some small and medium-sized sects. Especially those small and medium-sized sects will quickly decline after losing the backbone of the sect, becoming an inconspicuous dust, and disappearing from the world of cultivation.

All the remaining people, whether they were Yuanying-stage or Jindan-stage cultivators, were almost all seriously injured. If they could not recover in time, most of them would stay where they are now, and would not make any further progress until the day they fell. Their path to immortal cultivation would also come to an abrupt end.

Yaojun and the other four knew that although they were the last to start the decisive battle in the central battlefield, they were the first to end, which was almost the same as the plan set by the ancestors. However, if they took the remaining 105 Jindan-stage disciples with them, they could not bear it after fighting side by side before.

Yaojun looked at the remaining 105 Jindan-stage disciples. They were able to survive the blood sea raging formation. Whether it was their mentality, talent, luck, skills, magical powers, physical strength, or spiritual consciousness, they were all the best. Even if they had won the central battlefield, there were still four battles to come. Who could guarantee that they could survive the four battles?

Yao Jun looked at the 105 disciples one by one. Almost everyone had a livid complexion and a very unstable aura, but they all had a bright and determined look.

He saw several core disciples of his own sect who were in the Jindan stage, Xu Kui from the Puppet Hall of the Dream Sect, who was as handsome as a demon, Zhu Ning from the Lingyu Sect, who was wearing a torn purple dress, and the disciples of the Blood Prison, Qingling Mountain, Baiyun Temple, Tianlei Sect, Fengsha Hall, Cangtian Sect, Qingxuan Sect... and dozens of other sects in the south.

"Let them go back. I believe that after this battle, even if we are defeated, they are the fire we have left. I believe they will take up the banner of our southern resistance against the demons and confine the demons in the vast sea to prevent the lives of the people from being destroyed." Zhang Huaiyuan saw Yao Jun's mood and thoughts and sent a voice message to him.

At the same time, Yao Jun also looked at Yao Sheng and Li Rongyu. From their eyes, Yao Jun understood their mood.

Yao Jun took a step forward and first looked at the more than 200 Yuanying stage masters. He waved out a thousand milky white jade bottles from the storage ring without thinking. With a wave of his hands, three jade bottles appeared in front of each Yuanying stage cultivator.

Without thinking, they took out a snow-white pill the size of a longan from the jade bottle, swallowed it without hesitation, and put away the other two jade bottles.

If Wang Lu was here, he would be extremely shocked. A full thousand Qinglong Huanling Pills were too outrageous.

"Okay, I'll give you half a day and a night to refine this pill. After that, life or death depends on your own luck." Yao Jun said with a solemn look.

There were more than 300 jade bottles floating in the air. Yao Jun raised his hand and two jade bottles appeared in front of each Jindan stage cultivator, but everyone was quietly waiting for Yao Jun's arrangement.

"Take the jade bottle, go to the Blood Battle City, and leave far away after your foundation is slightly restored. When you leave, you must remember today's battle. Whether it is the four of us or the more than 200 people who are one realm higher than you, they will buy enough time for you. Okay, go back. I believe that you will be able to make the same decision as we did today." Yao Jun said calmly with a hint of emotion.

After hearing Yao Jun's words, the 105 Jindan stage cultivators, including Xu Kui, couldn't help but reveal a heartfelt respect and reluctance for their elders.

However, none of them said anything, because they didn't know what to say. Only Yao Jun's simple and calm narration was deeply engraved in their hearts and in their bones.

Just like that, the 105 of them left the central battlefield under the complicated gazes of the four great monks and more than 200 Yuanying stage masters.