Chronicles of Ascension: The Path to Immortality

Ping Tianhou was shocked: "This palace is even bigger than the last one!"

The surrounding light flickered, the earth trembled, and the light of the palace was thousands of miles away, illuminating the entire battlefield.

Then, Guangling Hall turned into a figure, and this figure was none other than Ping Tianhou.

Ping Tianhou's shadow stretched out his hand and directly took all the sword shadows of the sword of the eternal night into his hand.

Ping Tianhou was even more shocked when he saw this scene.

He always wondered why Zhang Xuan could break his sword of the eternal night.

Why the other party could perform the same moves as himself.

So, he slowly prepared and forced the other party to use his backhand.

Now, everything is clear.

This palace can actually copy another self.

"This... magical power is too weird!" Ping Tianhou said in his heart.

After the shadow of Ping Tianhou transformed by Guangling Hall absorbed the sword of the eternal night, it directly slashed at Ping Tianhou.

Ping Tianhou was shocked and quickly drew out the sword in his hand to block this fatal blow.

The earth cracked, the mountains collapsed, and pieces turned into dust.

Ping Tianhou's sword tip cut through the sky, stabbing at the shadow like lightning.

The shadow dodged flexibly, waving the sword in his hand at the same time, and the sword light was like rain, sprinkled on Ping Tianhou.

Ping Tianhou was full of shock and confusion. He couldn't understand why this palace could copy his moves.

The sword in his hand was full of light and stabbed at the shadow.

The shadow waved the sword in his hand to resist Ping Tianhou's attack.

The two sword lights collided fiercely in the air, bursting out dazzling rays of light.

Ping Tianhou and the shadow transformed by Guangling Hall went back and forth, and the sword skills were constantly displayed, and they were in a stalemate for a while.

Zhang Xuan had already left the battlefield between the two and flew towards Xianmao Valley.

At this time, in Xianmao Valley, a fierce battle was taking place.

Tens of thousands of cultivators were fighting a life-and-death battle with hundreds of millions of locusts.

The black mass of locusts flapped their wings, making a deafening noise, as if they were going to devour the entire Fairy Cat Valley.

The spiritual power in the cultivators' qi sea rolled, and they held talismans, spiritual knives, spiritual swords, spiritual halberds and other weapons, and set up various formations to resist the locusts' attack.

"Everyone be careful, these locusts are extremely ferocious, don't take it lightly!" Zhang Meng, the second clan elder, shouted to everyone while directing the battle on the spot.

"Understood!" The cultivators responded in unison, with a firm look.

The cultivators used all their skills, with swords flashing and spells soaring, and launched a fierce fight with the locusts.

They either jumped up or rolled on the ground to avoid the locusts' attacks, and at the same time fought back with the weapons in their hands.

For a time, the battlefield was full of flashing swords, blood splashing, screams and roars intertwined, forming a thrilling picture.

At the same time, these hard-to-kill locusts also showed amazing combat effectiveness.

The hard shells on their bodies made it difficult for the monks' attacks to cause fatal damage, and they devoured flesh and blood at an alarming speed, making it impossible for the monks to resist.

A large number of corpses piled up like a mountain, and the blood dyed the entire battlefield red.

There were too many locusts, and the monks gradually fell into trouble.

"It's over..."

Zhang Meng was resisting five second-level locusts at this moment, watching the battle situation of the Fairy Cat Valley monks fall into decline.

"Is my Fairy Cat Valley really going to be extinct on this day?" Zhang Meng was a little unwilling.

At this time, a familiar figure appeared.

"Ten clan elders?"

"Isn't he being hunted by Ping Tianhou? Why is he here?"

Everyone was puzzled.

Zhang Xuan waved his hand.

40 holy corpses carrying coffins rushed towards the locusts like a black storm.

The locust tide was surging, and the holy corpses rushed to the front and were submerged in the locust tide.

These holy corpses did not show any fear, but instead showed a fanatical fighting spirit.

They spit out streams of corpse fire, and the flames were like the fire of purgatory, burning the flesh of the locusts, making a "crackling" sound.

The locusts' bodies began to decay and emit a foul smell.

The holy corpses grabbed these locusts and stuffed them into their mouths as if they saw delicious food, and kept sucking the locusts' flesh and blood.

Everyone could even see that these holy corpses showed a satisfied look on their faces, as if they were enjoying a feast.

The monks of Fairy Cat Valley had never felt that this terrifying scene was so reassuring as it was now.

The flames were blazing, the smoke was filled, and the thick corpse gas made these locusts feel a little scared.

The battle situation reached a balance again.

Soon several holy corpses were damaged.

Zhang Xuan took out five second-level puppet monsters, and the purple flame demon spider, the hundred-eyed golden toad, the dark ghost blood-sucking worm, etc. all rushed out.

He himself integrated the golden dragon shears into his legs and the broken weapon hammer into his left arm, fighting in the siege of more than a dozen second-level locusts.

Crossing his legs and sweeping, half of the body of a second-level locust was blown up.

He smashed with his left fist, and several second-level locusts could not stop him.

Zhang Xuan alone was suppressing these dozen second-level locusts.

At this time, even Fan Zhiyi, who was fighting against 8 second-level monsters alone, was stunned.

"Is this still the middle stage of foundation building? The combat power shown is not weaker than that of Jindan."

With the support of the ten clan elders, the momentum of the foundation building cultivators suddenly rose.

Zhang Meng used his body as a sword to fight 5 second-level locusts alone, and beat them back step by step.

Tie Zhixin led the 20 foundation building cultivators of the Great King Fort to form a battle group, surrounded the 20 second-level locusts, and killed them through formations and talismans.

Even the old patriarch with Qi-refining combat power was surrounded by ghostly aura, constantly devouring the souls of the first-level locusts.

The human cultivators were full of vigor, and they had a tendency to suppress these locusts.

At this time, Beichen Dongtian was also paying attention to this battle.

After the locusts changed their defense, there were hundreds of battles of all sizes in the closed area.

However, only the Fairy Cat Valley was the most special.

The Fairy Cat Valley, with the power of a valley, fought against a large army under the command of Pingtian Hou.

This was simply incredible!

"What's going on with the Fairy Cat Valley? How can there be such a high combat power?" Shen Dongzi, the lord of Beichen Dongtian, was puzzled.

The white-bearded old man said, "The Fairy Cat Valley only came to the fore when the locust tide came. I had never heard of it before."

"For a valley to fight against most of the troops in the East War Zone, it would need at least hundreds of foundation-building cultivators, and there would also need to be cultivators at the peak of the Golden Core to stop the strongest Ping Tianhou."

"Yes, let alone a small Fairy Cat Valley, even giant forces like the Qingyun Sect and the Tianmo Sect probably don't have such strong combat power."

"Could this Fairy Cat Valley be a hidden family?"

"That's the only explanation now."

"If it is a hidden family, how could it be ranked as a third-class affiliated force under the Qingyun Sect? We should try our best to make friends with it."

"Yes, I will throw more supply boxes to the Fairy Cat Valley immediately."

"The battle situation is unclear now, don't act yet. If the Fairy Cat Valley is wiped out in this battle, everything will be in vain."

"What if the Fairy Cat Valley repelled the locusts?" asked the white-bearded old man.