On the horizontal surface of the huge blade of Hua Siwang's flying magic weapon, as the number of cultivators continued to increase, the size of the magic weapon was also constantly changing.
It is now ten feet wide and thirty feet in size, so even if the number of monks has reached nearly a hundred, it still does not seem too crowded when standing on it.
"I heard that after the Taixuan Sect was conquered, most of the elite disciples were still preserved. They went all the way north and joined the other three sects. That's why we were summoned to fight the enemy together."
A cultivator with thick eyebrows whispered to several cultivators beside him. These cultivators were all independent cultivators, including Li Yan.
There were groups of people like them gathering together and chatting everywhere on this giant blade.
Li Yan listened to their whispered discussions. Now, with the increase in the number of cultivators and the increasing number of cultivator teams around, more and more cultivators knew the news. So as long as these cultivators did not say words that would demoralize people, Hua Siwang was too lazy to pay attention to them.
"Yes, I have also heard a little bit about what Fellow Daoist Liang said. Now I heard that the enemy has launched a large-scale attack and started to seize the crack of Yinmo Cliff. Therefore, now with the crack of Yinmo Cliff as the foundation, several battle lines have been formed for thousands of miles forward. We should be heading to one of these battle lines."
Another monk, who was a bit fat, kept circling his fingers together, twisting his short and thick fingers together, revealing a hint of uneasiness in his heart.
The other people heard this, some of them were hearing the news for the first time, like Li Yan. They were all excited, but Li Yan remained silent.
He lowered his head and carefully considered the information in the other party's words. After thinking for a while, he looked up at Hua Siwang who was sitting cross-legged in the front, and suddenly asked in a low voice.
"Fellow Daoist Zhou actually knows that there are several battle lines ahead. Does Fellow Daoist Zhou know how many enemies there are? What level of cultivation has the leader reached?"
"Yes, yes, Brother Jiang asked exactly what I was worried about. We are not as knowledgeable as Brother Zhou, and we don't have as many friends as Brother Zhou. This question is the key point, and Brother Zhou should know it..."
"Yes, yes, that's what we want to know..."
As soon as Li Yan finished speaking, several people around him echoed him.
However, they still did not dare to mention the word "demons" and only dared to use "those enemies" to express their meaning. They were all just foundation-building cultivators, and what they were most concerned about was the number of demons, their cultivation level, etc.
The strength of the opponent truly determines their lives.
The slightly fat monk named Zhou hesitated for a moment, then replied in a low voice with some embarrassment.
"I just heard some rumors. After word of mouth, some of the words may not be reliable. After all, those who know the specific situation are at the front line.
However, since the four major sects have deployed several defensive locations, I think the number of 'those people' will not be too small. As for the opponent's cultivation, think about the Taixuan Sect..."
When it came to the end of the conversation, the monk surnamed Zhou looked around nervously, especially at Hua Siwang in front of him. He actually changed the method of transmitting sound, but Hua Siwang in front of him was still sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, looking calm and composed. The monk surnamed Zhou then breathed a sigh of relief.
As soon as he said this, the people who had gathered around him, although not very satisfied with the answer, felt a sense of sadness when they thought of the second half of the Zhou monk's speculation, but they did not dare to show it on their faces.
After hearing this, Li Yan began to weigh the truth of the other party's words in his mind, and then he stopped talking quietly.
In the past few days, Li Yan has also received a lot of information from these people. One of them is that most of the people from the four major sects have also gone to the vicinity of the cracks in Yinmo Cliff to lead the monks under their jurisdiction;
Secondly, the top combat force of the demon clan in this invasion is most likely at the level of Demon Marshal, otherwise the Taixuan Sect would not have been breached.
As for other news, it was extremely confusing, with all kinds of favorable and unfavorable information everywhere, making it difficult to distinguish the true from the false.
However, judging from these two points, Li Yan knew that it was right for him to follow Hua Siwang this time. Considering his master Wei Chongran's status in the sect and the huge changes that have taken place in the world of immortal cultivation, it is very likely that he can no longer sit quietly in the Wuliang Sect.
Xiaozhu Peak has a sparse population, and even if we go out based on the probability, the eldest brother and the others should be sent out. I may have a 50% chance of meeting them at the destination of this trip.
Since it was a 50-50 hope, Li Yan now felt that it didn't matter whether he returned to the sect or not. As for how strong the demons were, Li Yan thought, "If the sky falls, there will always be someone taller to hold it up." He was just a small cultivator in the foundation-building stage, so why bother himself with it.
Now I just have to take it one step at a time. If I return to the sect, does that mean I won't be sent out again
Just look at the four major sects recruiting third-rate sects and independent cultivators everywhere, and you will know what the current situation is. Given the arrogance of the four major sects, unless the situation develops to an extremely serious level, of course they would not bother to do such a thing as "recruiting".
In this way, the days passed quickly, and Li Yan and his friends continued to spend day after day in teleportation.
On the twenty-seventh day, Li Yan and his team finally set foot on the land in the southeast of the Wild Moon Continent. At this time, their team had reached 150 people.
This is an area of thin and steep mountains. The slopes and ridges are covered with thick layers of green plants. Compared with the heavy and tall mountains in the Pure Land Sect area in the north, it appears elegant and gives people a light feeling.
This place is already under the jurisdiction of the world-famous Ten-Step Courtyard, and the Yinmo Cliff Crack, which has always been kept secret and hidden by senior monks and unwilling to mention, is located in these mountains. As for the specific location, it is still very hidden.
The reason why Li Yan and his team came here was, of course, because the current war with the demons was basically centered around attacking and defending the "Yinmo Cliff Crack".
As for how far the crack in the Yinmo Cliff is from where Li Yan and his group appeared, it may be only a few miles away, but it may also be tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of miles away. No one including Li Yan knows. Through the mutual exchange of information over the past few days, they only know the approximate destination of this trip.
At this time, Li Yan and his group of more than a hundred people were standing on the top of a flat mountain. Not far behind them, there were five teleportation arrays lined up in order, and they were constantly flashing colorful light. Teams of monks kept emerging.
Li Yan and his group had naturally just walked down from one of the teleportation arrays. As soon as they stopped, before they could look around carefully, Hua Siwang's cold voice came over.
“We will arrive at the gathering point soon. From now on, everyone, shut up, lest others regard you as a mob. That would bring shame to the Pure Land Sect.
These days, I have kept all your nonsense in my heart. If I hear it again...
Hehe, afterwards, I don't mind saying a few good words for you to the deacon brother. Since you are so capable, you can take on more important responsibilities in the future."
Hua Siwang watched as teams of monks whizzed past him from time to time. He stretched out his hand and cast a huge soundproof shield. Then he turned around and spoke coldly, his sharp eyes slowly sweeping across everyone's face.
The monks who were caught by his gaze immediately lowered their heads unconsciously, not daring to look him in the face.
Seeing this situation, Hua Siwang's expression relaxed slightly.
"After we arrive at the gathering point, I will hand you over to the Pure Land Sect's 'Subduing Tiger Arhat Room'. There will be relevant personnel to arrange your follow-up matters, and you just need to follow their orders.
In the future, as long as you can complete the tasks assigned by the higher-ups, each of you will receive a generous reward, such as spirit stones, skills, elixirs, etc. Except for the spirit stones, the rest are all selected from the "Scripture Library" and "Relic Room" by the Pure Land Sect as a courtesy.
What are you practicing for? Ascension. Without good techniques and elixirs, no matter how good your aptitude is, what are the chances of condensing the golden elixir, let alone forming a fetus.
As for those of us who practice Taoism, we are walking on a bloody road. There is no such thing as gaining something out of thin air. We have to rely on our own efforts and fights to get a great opportunity of our own.
And the most important point is, if you perform really well in this recruitment, there is a great chance that you will be noticed by the Pure Land Sect and become one of its outer disciples, which is a great fortune that will allow you to soar to the sky. "
At this point, Hua Siwang's eyes flashed with a gleam of light. He knew that in order to mobilize the enthusiasm of these forcibly recruited monks, the four major sects spared no expense and made public many rare intermediate skills.
These were the unrevealed secrets of the four major sects in the past, which could not be bought with spirit stones. Even he himself was envious, so he spared no effort to carry out the orders from above, hoping to gain their appreciation and get a generous reward.
Hua Siwang's words immediately cheered up all the cultivators in the light shield, sweeping away the dullness of nearly a month, and most of them showed surprise in their eyes.
Li Yan secretly praised in his heart. Although Hua Siwang's promises were all vague and unrealistic, this was definitely tacitly approved by the four major sects. Otherwise, even if Hua Siwang had ten thousand guts, he would not dare to make promises on behalf of the Pure Land Sect.
At the same time, Li Yan also thought that some of what Hua Siwang said was very correct. Cultivating immortals is a path that goes against the will of heaven. Without experiencing the ups and downs of life and death and crawling out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, how can one obtain the already scarce resources
After saying this, Hua Siwang said no more. He waved his hand to remove the soundproof shield, then nodded and greeted some other leading monks who had just walked out of the teleportation array.
He once again conjured up a huge blade and took the lead in stepping forward. Afterwards, Li Yan and the others were also surrounded by spiritual light, and their momentum was several times stronger than before.
After a moment, Hua Siwang nodded with satisfaction, and stepped hard on the tip of the knife. Suddenly, the surrounding white light was dazzling, and the giant blade made a whistling sound and rushed towards the mountain in front in an instant.
After flying for nearly half a day, Li Yan, who was standing in a corner of the giant blade, saw a mountain gate in his consciousness. The mountain gate was seventy feet high and thirty feet wide, appearing extremely magnificent and spacious.
Li Yan used his spiritual sense to scan the top of the mountain gate. There were three large characters carved on it - "Xijian Pavilion". Each stroke of these three characters was like an iron hook drawing on silver, piercing the sky.
Li Yan's consciousness only lingered for a moment, and unexpectedly, sword beams pierced his consciousness from above the three words, cutting Li Yan's consciousness and causing a sharp pain, as if to crush his consciousness. Shocked, Li Yan quickly retracted his consciousness and did not dare to use it to force himself to watch, for fear of causing unnecessary trouble.
"A sect of sword cultivators? Could this be the Ten-Step Courtyard?"
Li Yan thought to himself, and while he was thinking, the giant blade controlled by Hua Siwang was already whistling and flying closer to the mountain gate.