Above the Immortal Cultivation

The alliance between the Yao Clan and the Feng Yan Sect originally had some rifts due to Golden Dragon's words, but Zhang Shunfeng and Chi Yan's dealings inspired the two clans to hate the various sects in the Western Desert. However, whether they were the Yao Clan or the Feng Yan Sect present, The monks from the human race or the Feng Yan Sect are all determined people, and they are all powerful. After being awakened by the golden dragon, they have buried the seeds of the crack in the hearts of many strong men from the demon race.

However, in the current major matter that concerns the outcome of the two clans and one's own life and death, only by uniting with the Feng Yan Sect can the remaining sects in the Western Desert be wiped out in one fell swoop.

Golden Dragon, Yaojun, Zhang Shunfeng and Chi Yan didn't say anything more. Golden Dragon raised his hand, and a golden ring unexpectedly flew towards Zhang Shunfeng on the opposite side.

"Hey, I already knew you were going to take action, Golden Dragon." Zhang Shunfeng exclaimed softly, and a cyan circle of light immediately surrounded him.

With a "ding" sound, the ring hit the cyan aperture hard, making a crisp sound, and then was blown away.

However, in the electric light and flint, the space moved, and a green spiritual needle was about to pierce the green aperture as fast as lightning.

An earth-yellow spiritual stick fell from the sky, like a snake striking seven inches, and hit the spiritual needle with great force.

"Hey, if you want to fight two against one, Lord Yao, your opponent is my old ape." Chi Yan chuckled.

Yaojun said nothing, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Thirteen spiritual needles surrounded Chi Yan from top to bottom in the blink of an eye. Like thirteen bees, they might pounce on Chi Yan at any time.

"edit"

As soon as Yao Jun finished speaking, the thirteen spiritual needles disappeared in an instant, and the space where Chi Yan was located continued to ripple, as if the ripples were layer upon layer.

"Huh, what a small trick." Chi Yan sneered.

A layer of orange flames covered its body, and the space it was in was once again motionless.

"weaving"

When the word "woven" fell down, the orange flame on Chi Yan's body was like a candle in the wind, flickering on and off.

With the battle between Yaojun and Chiyan and the duel between Golden Dragon and Zhang Shunfeng, the final decisive battle between the two clans finally begins.

"Fengyan Sect monks obey orders and form a puppet formation!" Lu Feng walked out of the formation and shouted.

Immediately, nearly two hundred Nascent Soul Stage monks flew out of the camp, forming a formation with Lu Feng as the center, leaving only one side on three sides.

They waved one hand, and puppets, each over six feet tall, holding various weapons, with expressionless faces and shining silver all over their bodies, appeared on the battlefield.

They all took out a crystal stone of different colors and put it into the puppet's mouth.

"call!"

"ha!"

One hundred and eighty-eight puppets seemed to have woken up from their sleep, raising various weapons and gesticulating back and forth in front of them. They let out bursts of powerful shouts and their breaths rose rapidly.

Each puppet broke through from a dead creature with no spiritual power to the middle stage of Nascent Soul in an instant. After swallowing various colored crystals, their pupils bloomed with corresponding colored eyes.

"Yingang Thousand Colored People!"

Zhang Huaiyuan said in disbelief.

"What is Yingang Qianseren?" Caiwei asked in surprise.

"This was hundreds of thousands of years ago. At that time, Tianqiaomen, the most famous puppet sect in the Western Desert, was the most famous puppet sect in the Eight Desolations. This sect flourished for more than three thousand years. At its most powerful, it could compete with the Miao Nian Sect. However, after the sect leader and the eight elders ascended, the Tianqiao Sect quickly declined until it disappeared into the dust of history. The most famous of this sect is the Jin Gang Wan Color People, who collect and hide in the deep. It is made entirely of plain gold threads from the ground, and then cast with ever-changing crystal stones that are extremely rare in the world of immortality to give the puppet spirituality. It is said that the Jin Gang Thousand Color Man is comparable to the peerless strong man in the early stage of becoming a god; the Yingang Thousand Color Man, Then he collected plain silver threads from the deep sea and paired them with the same rare Thousand-Change Crystal. Although it was not as good as the peak powerhouses in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, it was not far behind. No wonder the Yao Clan and Feng Yan Sect were so confident. It turned out to be this piece. The strong trump card remains until now.”

"Kill!" Lu Feng shouted loudly just as Zhang Huaiyuan finished explaining to Cai Wei.

The Monster Clan, Feng Yan Sect, and the Yingang Qianse people who just appeared, all spread out their body skills and rushed towards the human race, including himself, who also sent a "soul stab" to Zhang Huaiyuan that directly hit the soul. Zhang Huaiyuan suddenly felt a wave of consciousness in the sea. He swayed, but after a moment, he woke up.

He looked at Lu Feng gloomily and disappeared.

Seeing this, Lu Feng laughed dryly: "It's been a long time since I met a monk who practices Evil Wind Escape."

Caiwei, Bingwu, Yaosheng, Xiong Qifang, Lin Zhixiang, and Liu Yuanshan also faced off against two opponents of the same realm.

For a time, all kinds of magical powers, techniques, magic weapons, and lights of all colors filled the sky, and the two clans launched a final decisive battle.

Half an hour later, Medicine Saint was first killed by the joint attack of two eighth-level peak demons of the Earth God Bull. However, Medicine Saint also seriously injured them and lost 70% of their combat effectiveness.

After the two great earth god bull demons were seriously injured, they still did not withdraw from the battlefield and return to the tower. They still used their own eyesight and limited demon power, and with their injured bodies, to continuously kill the Yuanying stage strongmen and the golden warriors of the human race back and forth on the battlefield. Dan period monk.

Caiwei saw the fall of the Medicine Saint, and saw the two great earth god bull demons killing the golden elixir monks regardless of their status. She was so angry that she wanted to bite her silver teeth into pieces.

She performed a water escape, and suddenly appeared in front of the two big demons. A white ribbon was split into two, suddenly tightened and thinned in mid-air, and she poured all the magic power into it, covering her ears with lightning speed. Suddenly, two invisible filaments were like arrows leaving the string. Unable to prevent the two big monsters, they penetrated from their eyebrows and brought out a slender stream of blood.

Two level eight peak earth sacred cows were destroyed.

At the same time, a blue spiritual sword appeared silently and without any warning five feet away, piercing Cai Wei's side.

"ah!"

Caiwei spun around, let out a scream, and disappeared.

"If you want to run away, there is no way." The two eight-level peak demons from the Tian Qingpeng clan sneered.

Immediately, an electric light spread all over the body and disappeared without a trace.

Caiwei appeared staggeringly on the side of the battlefield, but the two Azure Rocs followed her like a shadow.

Caiwei's face turned cold and she used water to escape again.

After several times in a row, Caiwei knew that there was no way to hide. She looked coldly at the two Azure Rocs and muttered words. A phoenix that seemed to be born from the huge waves appeared from behind her with the aura of watching over all things. And out.

She continued to perform spells one after another, and the Luan Feng behind her became more and more obvious. A heart-stopping aura spread out from Luan Feng's eyes, tightly restraining the two Azure Peng demons.

"What an ancient water sky luan, Peng Zhan, it seems we can only fight head-on." An eighth-level peak demon of Tian Qingpeng said to his colleagues around him.

"Yes, only in this way can we push the limits of our bloodline and give us a chance to purify our bloodline and take a step further." Pengzhan said.

The two chirped loudly, and as they swayed, two shadowy figures of Dapeng, which covered the sky and sun, appeared above their heads. When Dapeng saw Shui Tianluan on the opposite side, he let out two excited chirps.

"The water and sky are of the same color, and all things are naturalized."

A trace of blood stained the corner of Caiwei's mouth and she spoke lightly.

Tian Shui Luan made a clear cry that broke through the sky, spread its wings, and flew towards the two big rocs as if carrying thousands of huge waves.

"It's overwhelming."

The two Azure Peng demons groaned lowly.

The two Tianpeng looked up to the sky and howled wildly, then flashed away, as if they were carrying a sky-rolling hurricane towards Tian Shui Luan.

"Boom" was an earth-shaking loud noise.

This loud noise changed the color of the sky and the earth in an instant. The entire battlefield seemed to pause for a moment, and even the red clouds in the sky that were too rich to dissolve seemed to tremble slightly.

After the loud noise, Tian Shui Luan and the two Tian Peng disappeared. Caiwei stopped making any sound and sat quietly on the ground, as if he had turned into a Tian Shui Luan. A ray of light flashed across the battlefield.

Pengzhan and Peng Ao were also seriously injured by Caiwei's final blow. They glanced at each other and saw a ray of panic in each other's eyes. If either of them faced Caiwei, they would definitely die.

They no longer have any illusions. With the addition of the Yingang Qianseren puppets on the entire battlefield, the human race is retreating steadily. The balance of victory is tilting towards them. There is no need for them to stay here anymore.

Tian Shui Luan's peerless blow just now caused serious damage to their meridians, but it also inspired the spiritual fire hidden deep in their blood. As long as they cultivate for a hundred years, their blood and qualifications will further advance, and there will be a shock to the Nine. Possibility of gradation.

Just when they were about to escape, a figure dressed in white as snow seemed to open the door to the void and walked out of the void. After he appeared, more than a hundred Nascent Soul Stage powerhouses rushed out and dispersed in an instant. Everywhere on the battlefield, the battle situation that had gradually become clear became chaotic again.