Fairy Tree

Xuanwu Back Mountain was cut into two sections from the middle.

The four major spiritual sects, headed by the Xuanwu Lingzong, organized the entire Xuanwu Immortal Cultivation World's sects, families, and casual cultivators to form a defensive formation. They thought they could block the attack of the Beitian Shattered Realm Immortal Army, but they did not expect that they would be attacked by the other side. Under one encounter, it fell apart and declared a failure.

As soon as the defensive formation was broken, the mana accumulated by the tens of millions of immortal troops in the void immediately got a chance to vent. Endless beams of light fell from the sky and fell head-on on countless Xuanwu immortal monks.

The light pillar fell and exploded directly, and huge power swept across all directions. Looking from the sky, Xuanwu Back Mountain exploded into huge auras of spiritual light, followed by countless pieces of broken stone and soil. The Spirit Race monks were shattered into pieces under these circles of light, and screamed in unison.

The Xuanwu boys were also in a state of panic. They hurriedly joined forces and used defensive weapons to resist the radiating spiritual light.

A moment later, countless spiritual light beams fell from the sky, and the Xuanwu boy and the others could only gather together helplessly, cast defensive spells, and merge together to resist the waves of attacks.

"Fellow Xuanwu, there is a Mahayana monk on the other side now. We should run away quickly. If it is too late, it will be too late."

The speaker was none other than Cang Shaoyuan, the leader of the Haisha Ling Sect. He looked pale and spoke. He knew very well that the four Mahayana monks who were in charge of the Four Spirits Array had not yet freed up their hands, otherwise they would definitely be targeted. Several monks who are in the realm of transcending tribulation have almost no chance once they face a monk who is in the Mahayana stage.

Right now, they can still take advantage of the chaos and escape before they can free their hands. If it's too late, it may be too late.

"What Master Cang said makes sense. We should run for our lives. The formation has been broken and we are already defeated. It is better to conserve our strength. After Wan Mu Lingzun returns, we can concentrate our strength to fight them to the death." Chiyan Lingzong Sect leader Lie Tianxing also echoed from the side.

When the boy Xuanwu heard this, he also fell silent and did not make a decision immediately.

If they retreat in defeat this time, there is still a high chance that a few of them will survive, but what about the rest? Millions of spiritual monks will fall on this Xuanwu Spine Mountain. Not only that, all the spiritual people in the Xuanwu Mountains will probably be slaughtered.

And he, the Xuanwu boy, will also become a sinner for the ages. From then on, he will be despised by the people of the Spiritual Clan and will be infamy for thousands of years.

This time, even the usually tyrannical Mu Tianjiao and Tianyan Lingzong Liu Shaer fell silent and just looked at him with pale faces.

At the same time, the Xuanwu boy also understood that the formation was broken and they had no chance. What's more, there were four Mahayana monks above their heads who were operating the Four Spirits Formation, dropping a series of shocking fire pillars. Each of the Four Spirits Fire Pillars fell. , as large areas of the city collapsed, even the God Transformation cultivators found it difficult to resist wherever the exploding flames passed, and were destroyed by the flames.

These four people obviously did not just destroy the defensive formation they had carefully arranged, but also killed and injured the spiritual monks as much as possible.

This made the Xuanwu boy frightened. Mahayana monks, in order not to contaminate themselves with too much karma, would rarely kill low-level monks.

This time, it completely subverted his concept, but at the same time, it also filled his heart with confusion, because it was completely unreasonable.

If this continues, at least half of the many monks in the Xuanwu Immortal Realm will fall under the Four Spirits Formation, and the remaining ones will be completely defenseless against the tens of thousands of immortals in the North Sky Broken Realm.

"Master Poison Fire, Empress Jin Shu, and the Three Gods, where are you three? Why haven't you restrained the four Mahayana monks in the Beitian Broken Realm?" Xuanwu boy shouted in his heart, and his eyes showed despair.

"What a double saint with heavenly eyes, Jin Baiyu, and Bai Wenfa. The three of you can actually use such despicable means to confuse us with the incarnation of illusions, but you are here to kill low-level monks. Aren't you afraid of karma? Do you get entangled, breed karmic fire, and burn yourself to death?”

Just as the Xuanwu boy fell into despair, an angry and charming voice sounded in the void, and then a golden sun emerged in the void. The golden sun shot out a huge golden light pillar dozens of feet thick, towards the four directions in the sky. The spiritual formation shot away.

At the same time, in the sky on the other side, accompanied by a roar, a large dark purple flame suddenly appeared, like a dark cloud, and quickly surrounded the Four Spirits Formation from all directions, and from the dark clouds there was also A voice filled with embarrassment: "Hmph, a dignified Mahayana monk has actually used such despicable means. Even my ancestor can't stand it. In this case, let's go through the scene and take a look at some of them. Whether there has been any progress in recent years, I just need to relax my muscles and bones.”

"Rumble~~" A huge figure fell from the sky and landed directly on Xuanwu Spine Mountain. The huge body directly caused the mountain to collapse, but its body remained motionless. The golden mace in its hand was exuding Dazzling golden light.

His face was full of anger, and he was staring at the sky. The mace in his hand suddenly stabbed out, and a ball of golden light suddenly burst out from it, turning into a huge mace, pointing towards the four directions above the sky. The spiritual formation shot away.

The four-color flame condensed by the four-spirit formation suddenly dispersed, and the transformed spiritual power was instantly integrated into the formation. Then a huge four-color light mask began to expand from within the formation, covering the entire formation in the blink of an eye. The array was wrapped up.

At this time, the attacks from Empress Jin Shu, Patriarch Poison Fire, and the Three Gods had also arrived.

"Boom~~" The void shook, and the four-color light shield condensed by the Four Spirits Formation was instantly compressed, and then it suddenly exploded. Endless spiritual light, carrying the power of destroying the world, shot in all directions.

"Quickly retreat~~" The face of the Golden Eyed Ancestor changed, and he shouted loudly. Upon hearing this, the millions of immortal soldiers in the Northern Sky Fragmented Realm activated the formation without hesitation, turning into rays of light and retreating to the rear.

Even so, a considerable number of immortal soldiers were too slow to escape in time and did not escape from the range covered by the spiritual light.

Anyone who was swept by the overwhelming spiritual light, whether friend or foe, disappeared without a trace in the spiritual light, and their bodies and souls were also completely annihilated.

The situation on the Xuanwu Spine Mountain was even more miserable. The defense formation was broken, and many Xuanwu monks were already fleeing in all directions. At this moment, facing the overwhelming four-radiant spiritual light, they had no time to dodge. The only thing they could do before disappearing was to flash fear in their eyes.

As the spiritual light swept past, it completely disappeared.

"Retreat quickly, run as far as possible." When Jin Shu and others attacked the Four Spirits Formation, Xuanwu Boy's face changed and he shouted.

The most terrifying thing about the fight between Mahayana monks is the four-radiant residual force after their battle. Even these Tribulation Crossing monks may not be able to withstand it.

Under the collision of this level of power, even if a fusion monk is hit head-on, he will die.

After Xuanwu Boy shouted, he did not hesitate. With a wave of his sleeves, he turned into a light yellow spiritual light, which shot out a thousand feet away in a flash. In a few flashes, he went a thousand miles away.

Of course, the other leaders of the Spiritual Sects did not neglect the slightest. They were all shrewd people, how could they not know the danger at the moment, and the longer they lived, the more afraid they were of death. At this moment, all the racial justice was false.

But those low-level cultivators suffered. Their escape speed was far less than the scattered aftermath of the battle between the Mahayana cultivators. They were caught up almost in an instant. They could only helplessly show desperate expressions and turned into ashes under the light waves.

"Hahaha, Jin Shu, Du Huo and Da Kua Guy, the three of you call yourselves the Three Saints of Dongtian, but unfortunately you are also ignorant of the general situation. Don't you know who created the illusion of our clones that you three saw? Otherwise, with your eyesight, how can we four hide it from you?"

Hearing this, Jin Shu and the other two showed hesitant expressions, and then their faces changed, and the attack stopped involuntarily.

"Jin Shu, Wan Mu Ling Zun is already out of fashion. Do you still want to tie him up and follow him to death? Haha, with your shrewdness, I think you know how to choose?"

When Empress Jin Shu heard this, her face suddenly became uncertain, and the hesitant expression in her eyes became more and more intense.

Although Empress Jin Shu had an ambiguous relationship with Wan Mu Ling Zun, it was also known to everyone, but only she knew in her heart that the colorful spider clan was very weak, and she had to put Wan Mu Ling Zun on the list of the big tree, otherwise the colorful spider clan would have been crushed and exterminated by the spirit clan.

Moreover, who is not a selfish person who cultivates to the Mahayana stage? Wan Mu Ling Zun is also very clear about this. The reason why she is willing to take action this time is to give Wan Mu Ling Zun face, because the current situation is unclear, and it is unwise to fight on either side.

But if she remains neutral and stands by from the beginning, it is also a dead end. With her understanding of Wan Mu Ling Zun, he will definitely deal with her first.

At this moment, she heard what the White-Eyed Saint said, but she suddenly realized that the only one in the Northern Sky Region who could cast an illusion to confuse the three of them was Huan Tianmou's Illusionary Spirit Divine Divination Technique.

This also means that Huan Tianmou is likely nearby, and with his ability as a great spirit master, even if the three of them join forces, they are no match for him.

Moreover, the defense of the Black Tortoise Spine Mountain has been broken, and even if they fight to the death with the four people in front of them, there is no point. Instead of doing so, it is better to leave some mercy. If Huan Tianmou defeats the spirit race one day, at least they can keep some room and not be liquidated afterwards.

Among the three, even the Three-Headed Divine Lord reacted quickly.

As the four-color spiritual light above the void slowly dissipated, four figures were revealed, which were the Twin Saints of the Sky Eyes, Jin Baiyu and Bai Wufa.

"Fairy Jin, in this catastrophe, we are all just outsiders. Why do we have to fight to the death? Even if we really fight to the death, what's the point?"

"Even if we fight, we are not afraid at all. Besides, you three should have understood at this moment that we are not the only four of us. If the Great Spirit Master had not seen that you three have not cultivated easily and are not from the Spirit Clan, do you think you can still stand here?"

As Jin Baiyu spoke, the faces of the three women, including Jin Shu, changed drastically, and their eyes flickered. It was obvious that they did not believe what Jin Baiyu said.

"Haha, it doesn't matter if you three don't believe it. As for how to make a decision, it's up to you three."

The expressions of the three women, including Jin Shu, were obviously relaxed. They did not dare to take risks. Even if what Jin Baiyu said was not true, they could not do anything to the four of them. And if what he said was true, once Huan Tianmou suddenly appeared, they would only fail even if they were tied together.

"Fellow Daoist Tiantong, what you said makes sense. Since we are willing to take part in this matter, we have already fulfilled our promise to Ling Zun. We may not have reminisced for many years. Why don't we find a place to exchange our experiences in comprehending the rules? Maybe it will help us to reach a higher level. What do you four think?"

"Haha, Fellow Taoist Poison Fire is a sensible person."

"Golden Fairy, three fellow Taoists, where are you two?"

Before the three gods spoke, Jin Shu's empress showed a charming smile: "Oh, what Taoist fellow Tiantong said is true. What's the point of fighting and killing us here? The real master has never appeared. We all Outsiders take it seriously, aren't they fools? Jin Shu has also felt that it is difficult to break through his own bottleneck over the years. Since there is such an opportunity, naturally he will not miss it. On the basis of the rules, the Twin Saints are still ahead of us. , I’m just going to ask for advice humbly.”

"Humph, that's fine, I may not have been out of seclusion for a long time, so let's join in the fun together." A smile appeared on the face of the three-headed god, but it just made people feel a little weird.

Naturally, the words of a few people could not be heard by the countless monks below. As the figures of several people disappeared without a trace with a series of spiritual lights, the shouts of killing suddenly rang out.

"Kill, kill all the people of the Spiritual Clan, above the Foundation Establishment stage." The cold voice of the Jin Tong Ancestor sounded again.

This time, the tens of thousands of immortal armies in the North Sky Broken Realm immediately rushed down from the sky, formed large and small formations, and began to strangle the spiritual monks.

Many monks from the Spiritual Clan originally thought that a savior had come, and they were all ecstatic. Now they saw that several Mahayana on their side had just sent out a single blow, and disappeared without a trace at the same time as the four Mahayana in the Beitian Shattered Realm.

Facing the unscathed tens of thousands of immortals from the Beitian Shattered Realm, many monks from the Xuanwu Immortal Realm, whose inner defenses had already hit rock bottom, completely collapsed and began to flee in all directions.

Another massacre unfolded in the Xuanwu Mountains.

The tribulation-transcending monks in the Xuanwu Immortal Realm had long since escaped and disappeared without a trace after the Mahayana left. They had also seen the situation clearly. Empress Jin Shu and others obviously no longer planned to take action with all their strength, so How could the messy Xuanwu Spine Mountain withstand the tens of millions of immortal armies who were unscathed? They were immediately defeated like a mountain, and the sound of howling and screaming could be heard throughout the Xuanwu Mountains, just like a purgatory on earth.

Above the nine heavens, with a flash of inspiration, three figures appeared. The one in the middle was wearing a green linen robe. There was no trace of expression, except that he would occasionally reach out and touch a "big black dog" beside him, and the "big black dog" also showed a trace of enjoyment.

"Great Spirit Master, why didn't you take action and kill the three Jin Shu empresses? In this way, wouldn't we have lost three major enemies?"

"Haha, I am not targeting Jin Shu and the other three, but the old fox Wanmu Lingzun. Once the weeding is too heavy and alerts him, it will ruin my plan."

Looking at the Shura scene below, there was no expression of mercy on Phantom Spirit Lord's face, but only coldness.