Mortals: start with self-created body cultivation

After Long Han gave the order, the seven elders of Taizhen went to the battle immediately.

They could also see that the peacock firebird was extraordinary, and it was most likely not from this world. If it was not restrained, it would be dangerous later.

Besides, on the front battlefield, the overall trend of the Mulan people was getting calmer and calmer. With high morale, the ground battle group gradually repaired the gap. In the battle of the Nascent Soul, the Fourth Divine Master of Mulan was invincible. Feng Bing was obviously at a disadvantage. It was only a matter of time before she was defeated. No matter what, she could not be the opponent of the Divine Master of Mulan. Even if the Fourth Divine Master had just been promoted for a few years, a great monk was a great monk.

The performance of other Nascent Soul commandos was not good either, and they were suppressed by Master Mulan.

One was that the coordination problems between each other were exposed, and there were too many personal ideas. The second was that the ground battle group of Mulan Fashi was too powerful. The Nascent Soul assault of Tiannan failed, but had to draw out more masters to assist the sect battle group on its side, so that a lot of power was restrained.

"No more waiting, use those spiritual beasts!" Long Han revealed another trump card.

Xu Qingyang thought it would be more appropriate to call the so-called "spiritual beasts" "stone beasts". At Long Han's command, dozens of black and shiny giant beast sculptures were pushed to the front of the formation by many monks. Then some monks took out the talismans and slapped them on the statues. Then the statues suddenly glowed with black light, pieces of stone chips fell off, their eyeballs moved up and down, blue light appeared, their bodies trembled slightly, their limbs slowly stretched out, and they recovered little by little.

Then some monks sat cross-legged on the spot and controlled the spiritual beasts to jump into the battlefield.

On the side of the Mulan people, seeing Tiannan making another move, Master Zhong turned to the black-robed woman of the Yinluo Sect and said, "The other party should have no trump cards. It's time to decide the winner after fighting for now!"

"Daoyou Lu, the copper-armored corpses of your sect can be put into the battlefield."

The female cultivator of the Yinluo Sect did not agree. She looked at the two sides fighting desperately on the battlefield with interest, and her joy could not be concealed.

"Master Zhu, don't be anxious. Although the copper-armored corpses of our sect are all fearless and invulnerable to water and fire, most of them are at the foundation-building stage, and only a small part is at the golden elixir stage. They can't influence the overall situation at present. Wait a little longer, wait until the last batch of Tiannan's reserves are put into the battlefield, and all of them are exhausted and their magic power is difficult to maintain, then take action, so as to achieve the best effect and decide the outcome in one fell swoop!"

Master Zhu's face darkened, his lips trembled slightly, and his old eyes showed a biting luster.

He was angry. These Dajin demon cubs were not considering the overall situation. The only thing they considered was that the two tribes had not died enough. No matter which side, the more people died, the more they would gain.

But he had played his cards, could he still turn against him at this moment?

Forced to suppress his anger, Master Zhu reluctantly recognized the other party's judgment and set his eyes on the battlefield where the holy bird was.

Yinluo Sect could not be relied on for the time being. If he wanted to reduce the casualties of his family members, he could only hope that the holy bird could quickly gain an advantage and destroy the opponent to escape. In this way, he might not need to beg Yinluo Sect.

But the seven elders of Taizhen were not bragging.

With the joint efforts of the seven people, they controlled the seven treasures of Taizhen, the red ruler, the brass war spear, the blue token, the white jade small tripod, the emerald green feather fan, the ancient bronze mirror, and the jade ruyi, and performed the "demon trapping formation" handed down from the ancient Taizhen Sect. Except for some panic at the beginning, it was relatively stable after successfully trapping the holy bird.

Considering the extraordinary level of the blue peacock, it is not an exaggeration that they can trap and kill a late-stage Nascent Soul Niubi.

But that's all. Look at the Saint Mulan not far away. Although she looked anxious, she did not move to help the Holy Bird. In addition to the fact that she had to guard the Holy Lamp to prevent the spell from being interrupted, she mainly believed that the seven Taizhen people could not trap the Holy Bird for long.

Not to mention that she thought so, Tiannan also thought so.

"No, that monster is too powerful, and the Taoist friend of Taizhen Sect can't hold on for long!"

Long Han moved his eyes away from the battlefield of the Holy Bird and looked at the Zhushen Master opposite from a distance. He estimated in his heart that the opponent's trump card should have been played. In this regard, he and the Zhushen Master had the same brain circuit, both of them were pressing the opponent's bottom line. If the opponent had played all his cards, now the advantage fell into their hands, so they ordered the Hehuan Sect to pull out their things, and Xu Qingyang next to him also sent a voice to a certain place below, as if he had prepared something.

And the things he prepared were similar to those of the Hehuan Sect, all of which were gloomy and large coffins.

"Yin Yang Demon Corpse, the Hehuan Sect even brought this monster here!"

Someone recognized it and told the origin of it. Then they saw sixteen male disciples and sixteen female disciples of the Hehuan Sect carrying two cold coffins covered with yellow talismans.

Even from a distance, one could feel the overwhelming resentment on them.

What was surprising was that there was a group of giants wearing strange iron armor on the side, carrying a coffin tied with a silver talisman chain.

No one recognized its origin. Whose treasure was it? Long Han seemed to have sensed something and turned his head to look at the smiling Xu Qingyang. Xu Qingyang noticed his gaze and turned back to chuckle: "The guy in my coffin is not as strong as the Yin Yang Demon Corpse of the Hehuan Sect for the time being, but it should be of some use. Brother Long, don't worry too much."

Long Han was curious, but since Xu Qingyang said so, he didn't take it seriously.

The thirty-two Hehuan Sect disciples put the coffin down and sat cross-legged around it, chanting spells to unseal it while casting spells on it.

Not long after, the coffin board began to tremble slightly, and the noise became louder and louder.

It sounded like something was desperately grabbing and hitting inside. The faces of the nearby cultivators turned pale. This was too weird. Even the people on the stage had eyelids twitching. They were secretly unlucky about the methods of the demon cultivators. It was said that the demon corpse in the coffin was once the Yuanying elder of the Hehuan Sect.

They were also cruel enough to their own people.

The two were originally Taoist companions. I don’t know why they chose to defect and obtained a ghost cultivation method for dual cultivation, so they turned into ghost cultivators and trained their bodies into zombies to kill the Hehuan Sect.

They made a mess of the situation at that time, and the elders of the Hehuan Sect took action together to control the two.

As the coffin moved more and more, the pressure on the disciples on both sides responsible for unsealing became greater and greater. Their faces looked more and more nervous. While chanting spells, their eyes were fixed on the coffin lid, as if they were ready to run away at any time.

It was said that it was too late.

The last sealing talisman paper fell, and all the disciples of the Hehuan Sect scattered.

But there are always unlucky ones. With two "bangs", the coffins were smashed open at the same time. Two figures, one black and one white, rushed out from the left and right. The two unlucky ones who ran the slowest were caught in front and back. Seeing this, the others stopped their escape and looked back. The two unlucky ones were hugged by the figures, their necks were opened, and they were bitten down. It was crisp.

"Mumble~"

Big mouthfuls of blood were swallowed into the dry throats of the two demon corpses.

In less than two breaths, the unlucky ones' bodies dried up at the same time, like dehydrated eggplants, while the skin of the two demon corpses gradually became full, revealing handsome pale faces.

"Don't worry, everyone. The demon corpse swallowed the blood of the boy and girl, and will not hurt anyone again!"

An old man from the Hehuan Sect explained a few words loudly to avoid scaring his teammates, then took out two copper plates and walked to the demon corpse and shook them. The Yin-Yang Demon Corpses stopped sucking blood at the same time and walked to the old man. The old man poured his magic power into the copper plates, and two gray rays of light shot out, covering the two corpses, and then chanted a spell quickly.

After a series of fancy operations, the pupils of the Yin-Yang Demon Corpses shone brightly.

"Go!"

The old man put away the token and pointed his hand at the holy bird in the sky.

The Yin-Yang Demon Corpse turned around, and a green smoke gushed out of its body. The stench could be smelled from a distance, and then it turned into a green light and whistled away, rushing straight to the battlefield of the trapped holy bird in the sky.

At that time, the holy bird also showed its power, and actually rushed out of the magic trap formed by the seven treasures in one fell swoop.

"She" seemed to have consumed a lot of energy, and her cultivation level had dropped to the level of barely maintaining the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. But as soon as she got out of trouble, she immediately absorbed the fire spirit energy from all directions, and her cultivation level visibly returned to the late stage of the Nascent Soul. When she opened her mouth, a large piece of blue flames appeared. After the seven elders of Taizhen stabilized their position, they had to recall the ancient treasures and form a formation to defend together.

The Yin-Yang Demon Corpse rushed towards the other side, grabbing with ten fingers, and the ghost claws covered the peacock.

The blue peacock was grabbed a few times and became furious. He immediately gave up burning the seven elders of Taizhen and turned the flames to spray the Yin-Yang Demon Corpse. The pressure of the seven elders of Taizhen was gone, and they immediately seized the opportunity to prepare to re-arrange the formation. At this time, on the stage, Xu Qingyang observed that Mulan's side had not responded for a long time, and said: "Brother Long, it seems that Mulan's trump card is really over!"

Long Han nodded slightly, his lips and teeth opened and closed, and all ten hidden masters came out.

"No, we've been fooled!"

Seeing the faces of the ten people flying out from the Tiannan people, Mulan Zhushen Master was horrified and looked at the blood-colored arena that was still stable in disbelief. They were calculated.

Ten top masters who had been recuperating were now almost exhausted and could completely control the situation.

These ten people had different goals. Some went to the front battlefield, where Feng Bing was already in danger, to assist in the siege of Mulan's fourth master, and some rushed to the battlefield of the Holy Bird. With their intervention now, the Mulan people who had been slow to play their cards obviously had no more cards to play. No matter how powerful the Holy Bird was, it would not be able to interfere with the main battlefield for a while.

Looking at the battle above the clouds, the two great monks did not seem to be able to decide the winner at all.

Master Zhu could no longer maintain his composure and dignity. He looked at the female cultivator of Yinluo Sect anxiously and said word by word: "If you don't take action, Mulan will be defeated and the Yan people will never let you go!"

The female cultivators of Yinluo Sect were also embarrassed. They were fooled by a group of country people.

After sacrificing ten blood corpses, they didn't trap a single master. Master Zhu saw that this woman seemed to be still calculating gains and losses, and even wanted to retreat. He was so anxious that his voice was smoking, and his tone was grim: "Fellow Daoist Lu, this time you are not only those bronze armored corpses, but you must also intervene, otherwise no one will have a good time! Don't forget, Sect Master Fang is still up there!"

This sentence convinced the female cultivator of Yinluo Sect. They could leave, but it was not so easy to get out of the battlefield in the clouds.

Then the woman looked cold and gritted her teeth to send a message to the back. Then a team of black-robed people flew out from the back and lined up in front, with a lot of bulging storage bags hanging around their waists.

The Yinluo Sect woman muttered something and spit out a black magic banner.

The magic banner fell into her hand, and she cast a spell and threw it into the sky. In the blink of an eye, it shot into the sky and disappeared. At the same time, a strong wind blew in a range of dozens of miles, and dark clouds rolled and gathered. The dazzling sunlight in the sky was covered, and the ground was dark. The monks on both sides were stunned, but they had to continue fighting. It was not like they couldn't see each other.

The sky was dark, but it didn't affect the battlefield vision at all.

Various spiritual lights from both sides bombarded each other, and the main battlefield of dozens of miles was always shining. On the Tiannan Marshal's platform, through the light, you can faintly see dense black fog figures appearing below Mulan's tent.

Looking at the scale, it looks like a black-armored battle formation composed of tens of thousands of people.

"How can there be so many bronze-armored corpses?" On the stage, a cultivator from the Nine Nations Alliance was incredulous.

"Don't panic. The situation is favorable now. It's just a group of bronze-armored corpses." Long Han raised his hand and prepared to issue a general attack order, pressing the last batch of reserve troops, including the thousands of elite guarding the stage. In this way, even if the opponent makes the same decision, the manpower will not exceed theirs.

As long as the front battlefield does not collapse, the ten top-level Yuanyings who appear at the end can expand the advantage.

The only card of the Mulan people is the Great Jin Demon Cultivator. These people can only barely pull the balance. In this way, it is difficult for them to suffer a major defeat in Tiannan, which is much better than expected.

At this time, Xu Qingyang interrupted to stop it.

"The last reserve team should not move yet. The further we go, the more critical it will be!"

Long Han's words almost reached his throat, but the two of them had been cooperating well in commanding this battle, so he forced himself to hold them back, and then he saw Xu Qingyang waving his hand downwards.

Xu San, who was guarding the coffin, immediately untied the talisman chain and kicked the coffin over with a rough kick.

"Come out, get to work!"

The coffin lid flipped over, and a pale, disheveled man rolled out from inside. He looked around and saw Xu San's expressionless features, and said angrily: "You are too much. In fact, I am still your senior brother. Master asked you to guard, not to do this to me!"

Xu San didn't even blink: "What do you want to say? Master is up there!"

He turned his head to look at the platform hanging in the sky, and just saw Xu standing on the edge, staring at them.

Bai Xiaojiang trembled all over, and in an instant, the anger on his face disappeared completely, and he was uneasy in his heart. To be honest, he was afraid all the way, and the key was that he didn't know what was waiting for him.

As for Xu Qingyang, he seemed to be looking forward to it.

The Human Ancestor can control the human race. In his eyes, Bai Xiaojiang has great potential as the Corpse Ancestor. He wonders if he can control the corpse.

The Copper Armored Corpse is a corpse, and the Demon Corpse is also a corpse. No matter what kind of corpse it is, you will know after trying it. So he sent a voice message to the uneasy Bai Xiaojiang below: "Look over there, there is a group of Corpse Refining Corpses. Try to take control. If you can control them, control them to turn against you. If you can't control them, swallow all their corpses!"

Bai Xiaojiang's nervousness subsided a little, and then he had the mind to observe the environment and looked at the boundless battlefield.

Perhaps it was because of the attraction of nature. He passed through the heavy battle groups at a glance and locked onto the Black Armored Corps. A touch of surprise appeared between his eyebrows: "Master, please rest assured, I promise to complete the task!"

He pulled the silver talisman chain on his body and glared at Xu San fiercely.

"Master has an order, why don't you untie it for me!"