With the addition of the four major sects, the battle situation began to tilt.
The old crane fought one against five, his wings fluttered, the wind roared, the clouds and mist surged and changed, and his magic power was overwhelming. He fought with all his strength and screamed angrily.
As a pure-blooded ferocious bird, although the old crane is old, his power is still there.
Whoosh whoosh!
The old crane released a shocking demonic technique, and thousands of wings shot out from his body.
It was burning with crimson flames, and each wing was like a world-destroying spear. The flames roared through the sky, leaving thousands of holes!
"Use my blood to condense the mirror of blood curse!"
The Lord of the Blood Crow Palace bit his fingertip and a drop of blood popped out.
Waving the bone palm in his hand, he guided the drop of blood to draw a mysterious arc in mid-air.
The master of the Blood Crow Palace muttered something, and a huge mirror of blood and water quickly formed in front of him!
The densely packed red feathers rushed over and hit the mirror, causing huge waves of blood and water. The flames on the red feathers were extinguished instantly.
The other four Daoists who returned to the void did not dare to be careless and defended with all their strength.
In an instant, mana boiled, runes emerged, the sky and the earth were in chaos, countless brilliance burst out, illuminating the void, as if the sky had collapsed.
This time, the evil spell seemed to have exhausted the little remaining life essence of the old crane.
The old crane's gaze was no longer as sharp as before, and his eyes were dim.
Not far from Piaomiao Peak, there is an army of armored monks in the void. Each one of them can stand in the air, holding a spear and looking stern.
This is actually an army composed of Zhenren Jindan!
In the center of the army, a chariot was guarded.
There were two people standing in front of the car, a man and a woman.
The middle-aged man was wearing a yellow robe, frowning deeply, looking at the battle above the sky, shaking his head and sighing, saying: "Xueer, as you wish, I will bring you here. You have also seen with your own eyes that Piaomiao Peak is doomed."
This man and woman are none other than Emperor Zhou and Ji Yaoxue.
Ji Yaoxue couldn't help but asked: "Father, why don't you come to rescue me? There is clearly more than one strong person in the Return to Void Realm in the Great Zhou Dynasty!"
Emperor Zhou shook his head and said nothing.
Ji Yaoxue added: "And I heard that there is still an ancestor alive in Da Zhou, and this ancestor is the Taoist Master of Dharma!"
After returning to the Void Realm, it is the Dharma Realm.
Only when you step into the Realm of Returning to the Void can you be called a 'Taoist', and only when you step into the Realm of Dharma can you be called a 'Lord of the Tao'!
Emperor Zhou was silent for a while, and then said softly: "Xue'er, choosing to stand by and watch is actually what this ancestor meant."
"Why!"
Ji Yaoxue couldn't believe it and asked: "My ancestor is the Taoist Lord of Dharma. How can he still be no match for a Taoist who returns to the void? What are you afraid of?"
"well… "
Emperor Zhou let out a long sigh and said: "Old ancestors can of course suppress this Blood Crow Palace Master. But the main reason is that this person's identity is too sensitive. He is a member of the nine ancient clans..."
"So what about the nine ancient tribes? Weren't they defeated by the ancient emperors of the human race as early as the ancient years?" Ji Yaoxue didn't understand.
Zhou Tianzi seemed to have thought of something. Deep in his eyes, a flash of fear flashed across his eyes. He shook his head and said, "The power of the nine ancient clans is far beyond your imagination!"
"If we really offend the powerful among the nine ancient tribes, let alone me, Great Zhou, even the entire Tianhuang Northern Territory will experience a catastrophe!"
"Back then, my ancestors had witnessed and experienced such a catastrophe with their own eyes..."
Zhou Tianzi paused for a moment, did not continue, and said: "I hope that Su Zimo has left Piaomiao Peak."
…
On the other side, hidden in the dense forest of ancient trees, were two stunning women with graceful figures.
One is slightly older, but there is no trace of age on his face. Instead, his whole body exudes a mature and attractive aura.
The other one was wearing a pink dress and veil, and looked like a young girl.
"Aunt Gu, Su Zimo hasn't come out yet. He is probably not at Piaomiao Peak and has already left." The girl in pink skirt said happily.
These two people were Gu Xi, the general manager of Tianbao Auction House, and Ji Yaoxing, the prime female member of the Demon Sect.
"It's best this way. In this situation, Su Zimo will definitely die if he shows up!"
Gu Xi's expression remained unchanged and she said: "This Palace Master of the Blood Crow Palace is from the Wu Clan, and the Wu Clan is one of the nine ancient tribes! The catastrophe ten thousand years ago left a deep impression on the entire world of cultivation. "
"Not to mention the ancestors of the Great Zhou Dynasty, even people from the Immortal, Buddhist, and Demonic sects have some scruples and do not want to provoke people from the Nine Ancient Clans."
Ji Yaoji shook her head and said: "That's not entirely true. The senior from the Demon Sect must not be afraid of anything."
After a pause, Ji Yaojing tugged on Gu Xi's sleeve and asked, "Aunt Gu, didn't you pass the news on? What did the senior say?"
"What can he say?"
Gu Xi curled her lips and said, "That man is ruthless. He didn't feel any emotion after hearing the news. Don't count on him."
…
At Piaomiao Peak, the battle became more and more intense.
On the battlefield of the Nascent Soul Realm, the sect leader Ling Yun has already reached the perfection of the Nascent Soul Realm. He is only one step away from entering the Return to the Void Realm. His combat power is terrifying. He is blocking the front line and struggling to hold on.
The Golden Core Realm battlefield and the Foundation Establishment Realm battlefield have been completely defeated!
Nian Qi was exhausted and pale, lying on Xiaohe's body. It would be difficult to recover in a short time.
The Blood Crow Palace and the foundation-building monks of the four sects were like a huge torrent, surging forward and constantly impacting the foundation-building camp of Piaomiao Peak.
During this period, some small sects and casual cultivators in the Great Zhou territory also took the opportunity to join the battlefield, preparing to fish in troubled waters.
Without Nian Qi, the Piaomiao Peak foundation-building monks kept retreating, leaving corpses on the ground.
Rivers of blood flowed, extremely tragic!
On the Jindan Realm battlefield, the situation is even more critical!
Jindan masters continue to die in Piaomiao Peak.
Sima Zhi of the True Fire Sect controlled four flying swords burning with flames, crisscrossing the crowd, leaving streaks of hot sword energy behind.
"Where is this little beast Su Zimo? Is he still hiding?" The situation was decided, Sima Zhi looked up to the sky and laughed proudly.
Master Canglang's flying sword, his narrow eyes flashed with cold light, and he said coldly: "For the sake of Su Zimo, a foundation-building monk, your entire Piaomiao Peak will be buried with him!"
These words caused Piaomiaofeng, who was already retreating steadily, to be thrown into chaos.
"Fuck your motherfucker!"
The bad old man had a bad temper and cursed loudly.
But then, Old Man Zao lost his consciousness for a moment, and a wound was made on his chest by Master Canglang, and blood flowed profusely.
Xuan Yi used the Liuhe Sword Formation and tried his best to save Old Man Zao.
"Haha, open your eyes wide and take a look."
Master Canglang pointed to the foundation-building battlefield at his feet and sneered: "You foundation-building monks at Piaomiao Peak are almost dead!"
Xuan Yi, Old Man Zao and others were shocked.
On the ground, Nian Qi and others retreated again and again, and had retreated to the foot of the mountain gate.
Of the two thousand foundation-building monks, only a few hundred are still fighting hard.
These disciples were all covered in paint, panting, and could no longer hold on.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
At this moment, ten black lights broke through the sky from behind the mountain gate, making a breathtaking sound.
Ten black lights passed through, and the terrifying air current surged, tearing apart the green bricks on the ground, the soil surged, and ten long ravines appeared!
A green-robed monk's eyes were like lightning, with murderous intent surging. He was holding a moon-white bow, with his spiritual wings flapping behind him, and he was running towards him with a shocking aura!