Mortal Seeking Immortal

The Qifeng Mountains are thousands of miles away from the Spiritual Beast Sect. Because they are close to the border between the Linghuan Continent and the Misty Continent, the mountains are rolling. The terrain is condescending, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack. It is a natural defense position. There are some powerful people living in the mountains. The monster is known as the Eastern Barrier.

Because the Qifeng Mountains have a rich aura, some spiritual plants grow there, and the products are rich, so monks often go to the Qifeng Mountains together to pick spiritual plants or hunt monsters.

For this reason, the monks also built a prosperous market under the Qifeng Mountains to facilitate the monks traveling here to conduct transactions.

With the outbreak of the war, the Qifeng Mountains became the last barrier against the Demonic Cult, and the prosperity here no longer existed.

Today, the Qifeng Mountains are filled with a pungent smell of blood all day long. The lush mountain forests in the past have also become withered and sparse due to this war, leaving only large areas of broken tree stumps.

Corpses with different clothes were piled up on the slopes of the mountains. The corpses were exposed in the wilderness, emitting an unpleasant stench. Broken magic weapons could be seen everywhere. A group of scavenging black-toothed hyena beasts were walking among the piles of corpses. From time to time, a piece of rotten flesh was torn from the corpse and swallowed in large gulps.

Originally, the monks from the four sects and three sects would help collect the corpses of their respective sects after the war, and bring them to a certain place for burning or burial.

However, the cunning demon cultivators took advantage of this, either by sprinkling highly toxic drugs on the corpses, or by placing some strange poisonous insects in the pile of corpses, or by disguising themselves as corpses and ambush in the pile of corpses. The monks lost many men.

The senior officials of the four sects and three sects had no choice but to issue an order prohibiting the monks of each sect from gathering the corpses of the monks on the battlefield.

On top of the Qifeng Mountains, the monks stationed here built a large and crude camp out of wood, with defensive formations protecting the camp.

It was time to rest at this time. Less than two hours had passed since the last wave of demonic sects launched their attack. The monks from the four sects and three sects, with tired faces, were resting in the wooden huts in the camp to restore their spiritual power. Either walking through the camp on guard, or gathering together to trade items, these are the few peaceful moments in the camp.

Suddenly, a rapid and dull bell rang through the entire camp. The monks looked outside the camp with wary expressions. Various spiritual lights flashed in their hands, and they were already holding magic weapons.

Wu Yong, who was participating in the transaction among the monks, quickly put the transaction items into his storage bag. He held a magic weapon in one hand and said angrily: "These grandchildren are not finished, right? Why have they launched attacks like mad dogs in the past two days? It's really evil. It’s over! Those who didn’t know thought we had dug up the ancestral grave of the founder of their demon sect!”

In less than a month, the battle between good and evil made Wu Yong, who was originally fat, lose a lot of weight.

The tall and thin monk who was trading with Wu Yong on the side spat: "What the hell, Old Wu, these demon cultivators came just in time. I was worried that the magical weapons collected last time were too few and I didn't get them. How many spirit stones have they brought to me? Let’s see if I don’t crush all their heads this time!”

Having said that, the tall and thin monk held the mace-shaped high-grade foundation-building magic weapon in his hand and walked excitedly towards the open space next to the camp. Before him, many monks had already brought the magic weapon. Standing in the open space waiting to set off.

Wu Yong shouted from behind him: "Old Xing, you kid, take it easy and don't risk your life. You still owe me three Huangling Pills. I'll wait for you to come back and pay me back!"

The tall and thin monk waved his hand to Wu Yong without looking back and strode forward.

Wu Yong looked at the group of monks gathered in the open space and couldn't help but sigh slightly. He looked up at the sky shrouded in death and murmured: "I hope they can come back safely."

After saying that, Wu Yong turned around and walked towards a cabin that belonged to him in the camp.

In order for the monks of the four sects and three sects to have time to recover their spiritual power, the senior leaders of the four sects and three sects divided all the monks into three teams and took turns to fight against the demonic cultivators.

Wu Yong's team had just resisted a demonic attack two hours ago, so there was no need to take action this time.

The bell rang ten times in a row throughout the camp. After the ten rings were completed, the monk standing in the open space was ready to go.

Following the orders given by the three leaders of the Alchemy Formation Realm, a hole suddenly opened in the magic circle covering the entire camp. The monks flew out of the camp with their weapons and headed for the hillside in front of the Qifeng Mountains. Go up and fight!

Wu Yong, who was already meditating in the wooden house, his expression changed suddenly after hearing the ten bells, and his brows furrowed. All the monks in the camp knew the meaning of the bells, and the more times the bells were rung, the more likely they were. The more, the more magic cultivators are involved in this attack.

Normally, the attack launched by the demon cultivators would only ring five bells at most, but this time it suddenly sounded ten, which meant that the number of demon cultivators launching this attack was at least twice as many as before.

"It seems that this battle will be a difficult one again!"

At this time, Ye Zhou and others were still on the flying boat, heading towards the Qifeng Mountains.

Late at night, everything was silent, and all the monks were meditating in their respective rooms on the flying boat to restore their spiritual power.

At this time, Sheng Jin, who was meditating in the middle cabin, received a message from the Sixth Elder, opened the door and went to the room where the Sixth Elder lived to change the tea set for him.

When Sheng Jin came down from the upper cabin with the tea set, he happened to see a steward of the Danjie Realm standing by the corridor of the middle cabin to take a breath.

The steward of the Core Formation Realm looked at Sheng Jin with a smile. His eyes inadvertently glanced over the tea tray that Sheng Jin was holding. When he saw two used teacups on the tea tray, the steward of the Core Formation Realm flashed his eyes and nodded slightly to Sheng Jin. , and then turned back to the room.

Nothing happened overnight.

One day passed quickly, and the black-bone flying boat that Ye Zhou and others were riding on also arrived at the foot of a slightly flat mountain near the edge of the Qifeng Mountains in the early morning of the third day.

When Ye Zhou and others arrived here, four sects of monks had arrived here before them and set up camp to rest. Ye Zhou looked around the open space and saw that only the monks of Feiyun Sect and Chixia Sect had not arrived yet.

The Sixth Elder put away the black-bone flying boat, greeted the elders leading the other four sects, and then arranged for the disciples to rest for a while, waiting for the arrival of the monks of Feiyun Sect and Chixia Sect.

Ye Zhou and several other disciples did not sit in meditation and rest in the open space like the other monks, but followed the Sixth Elder, waiting for the Sixth Elder's instructions at any time.

After another half an hour, the monks of Feiyun Sect and Chixia Sect finally arrived. As soon as they arrived, the monks immediately got up and prepared to set off at any time.

Ye Zhou couldn't help but put his hand on the storage ring, ready to take out the magic weapon to fight the enemy at any time.

At this time, the Sixth Elder and several other leading elders looked at each other, turned around and told their disciples to continue to wait where they were.