Mortal Seeking Immortal

Wu Yong told Ye Zhou that his master decided to take them to leave the Linghuan Continent in the chaos after the decisive battle. Ye Zhou didn't know when the four sects and three schools would launch a decisive battle against the Demon Sect, so he could only wish them a safe journey in advance, hoping that they would have a chance to meet again in the future.

Afterwards, Ye Zhou talked to Wu Yong about the battle between good and evil. Wu Yong took out a broken mace-shaped magic weapon fragment from the storage bag and said, "Brother Ye, no matter whether the four sects and three schools win or lose in this battle, those who died will never come back to life."

"Before coming here, I never knew that war was so cruel. Those monks who were still joking with me during the day turned into a cold corpse on the battlefield the next moment."

"In order to prevent our monks from encountering accidents when collecting corpses for their fellow monks, the sect ordered not to collect corpses. I could only watch their corpses being devoured by monsters."

"So I want to leave the Linghuan Continent and leave the fight."

Wu Yong looked at the fragment of the magic weapon in his hand with red eyes, and Ye Zhou stood beside him silently and looked into the distance.

Ye Zhou once thought that by becoming an immortal cultivator, he could stay away from fighting, no longer be bullied, and no longer have birth, aging, sickness and death.

But as he became an immortal cultivator, he found that immortal cultivation was just a road to immortality. This road was very long. Once on this road, there would be no shortage of fighting. Everyone fought for resources, for skills, and for immortality and heaven.

Because Ye Zhou's group of cultivators who came to the Qifeng Mountains for support did not know the three major demon sects, in order to reduce casualties, Song Yunge did not arrange them to fight on the first day of their arrival, but only ordered them to recover their spiritual power in the camp and learn as much as possible about the methods of the demon cultivators.

When the next day, just after dawn, Ye Zhou's group of new cultivators were assigned by Song Yunge to three teams to deal with the attacks of the demon cultivators. Even the disciples brought by the elders all went into battle. Ye Zhou happened to be assigned to the team where Wu Yong was.

Song Yunge wanted the disciples of the four sects and three schools to quickly familiarize themselves with the attack methods of the demon cultivators. There was not much time left for them.

Song Yunge had just finished assigning the disciples who came to support him when the bell for the battle rang.

Although Ye Zhou was participating in the battle for the first time and did not understand the meaning of the bell, when he saw the cultivators in his team gathering in the open space in the camp, he also rushed to the open space, where he happened to meet Wu Yong who was late.

Wu Yong looked up at the still dim sky, yawned, and complained: "Could it be that these demon cultivators have sucked too much blood from people recently, and they are so excited that they can't sleep, so they start attacking so early."

After Wu Yong finished speaking, he heard that the bell had not stopped yet, and a solemn look appeared in his eyes. He turned his head to look at Ye Zhou and said seriously: "Brother Ye, how many times has this bell rang?"

Ye Zhou replied: "Six, what's wrong?"

As soon as Ye Zhou finished speaking, he heard two more bells coming from a distance, and Wu Yong's hand unconsciously touched the storage bag on his waist.

At this time, Wu Yong explained: "The bell represents the number of demon soldiers attacking this time."

"The more people there are, the more bells there are. The number of demon soldiers we usually deal with is no more than five bells. Only yesterday, there were ten bells, which was rare."

Ye Zhou asked curiously: "How many demon cultivators do the ten bells represent?"

Wu Yong shook his head and said: "I don't know. I only know that in yesterday's battle, nearly half of the cultivators who went out to deal with the demon cultivators' attack were killed. Most of the remaining half of the cultivators were injured. It was the battle with the most casualties on our side except for the border battle. My friend died in the battle yesterday."

After Wu Yong finished speaking, the bell that had paused for a moment was struck again. Now it was the ninth bell, and there was only one bell left, which meant that the number of demon cultivators invading this time was about the same as that of yesterday's battle.

Thinking of the fierceness of yesterday's battle, Wu Yong's eyes were full of tension, and his hands hanging by his side clenched into fists.

Ye Zhou found that it was not only Wu Yong who was like this. Many monks around him had a nervous look on their faces, and it seemed that they were all worried about the upcoming battle.

Fortunately, after waiting for a while, the bell did not ring again. Wu Yong, who was standing next to Ye Zhou, could not help but breathe a sigh of relief, but the nervousness in Wu Yong's eyes did not subside. Although this battle was not as fierce as the battle yesterday, it was not comparable to the battles he had participated in before.

At this time, Wu Yu and the other two heard the sound and rushed to the open space. They looked at Wu Yong with worry on their faces. Before Wu Yu opened his mouth to remind Wu Yong to be careful, they heard a Jindan realm manager who led the team this time waved his sleeves and said: "Let's go!"

After the voice fell, several figures flew into the sky. They were several Jindan realm managers standing in front of the team. Ye Zhou and other foundation-building cultivators also released their magic weapons one after another. The flying weapons followed the managers closely, turned into dots of light, and flew to the battlefield not far away.

Before reaching the battlefield, Ye Zhou heard a manager leading the team in front of him loudly reminding: "Enemy attack! Open the body shield!"

The monks opened their body shields one after another. Some monks with lower cultivation even used shields to block in front of them. Ye Zhou had just set up several layers of body shields on his body when he saw several groups of black magic mist shooting from the battlefield in front.

The magic mist was extremely fast. It flew to the side of the monks in the blink of an eye and began to rush towards the body shields set by the monks. There were only bursts of bangs and bangs around, and along with the bangs, there was also the sound of the magic energy corroding the body shields.

Ye Zhou and other monks also began to use magic weapons to fight back. Ye Zhou took out several talismans from his storage bag and threw them into the magic fog outside the body shield. The talismans turned into countless sharp ice cones in mid-air and pierced into the surrounding magic fog.

The magic fog hit by several ice cones exploded on the spot with a bang! Pieces of black broken skulls fell to the ground from the dissipating magic fog.

Wu Yong then informed Ye Zhou through voice transmission: "This is the Ghost Head Magic Mist, one of the common attack methods used by the Ghost Demon Sect cultivators. With so many Ghost Head Magic Mists, I think there are quite a few Ghost Demon Sect cultivators participating in this battle."

"Brother Ye, you don't know that the Ghost Demon Sect's grandsons are so hateful that they often hide in the back and use various ghosts to attack us. Because our attack range is limited, we can only hold our breath."

After saying that, Wu Yong pointed to Ye Zhou with his chin at the area slightly behind the battlefield of the demon cultivators below. There were thousands of demon cultivators wearing black robes, holding bowls or soul flags in their hands to collect souls and magic tools. I think these are the Ghost Demon Sect cultivators, one of the three major demon sects.

Seeing so many Ghost Demon Sect cultivators gathered in one place, Ye Zhou suddenly had an idea in his mind. It is impolite not to return the favor. He wanted to give the Ghost Demon Sect cultivators a big gift!