The female demon general surnamed Mu had already memorized the jade slips about the terrain location near Fengliang Mountain. With her powerful consciousness as a demon general in the early stage, all targets within 5,000 miles were within her reach.
As she slowly withdrew her hands, the gray mist and lightning that were rolling in the sky above the entire valley slowly dissipated.
The entire valley gradually became clear, and the extremely strong and heavy feeling of oppression just now finally disappeared. The faces of the fifty male and female demon soldiers stationed in every corner of the valley flashed with inexplicable excitement.
The other fifty or so human monks who were mixed among them all had expressions of inexplicable shock on their faces.
These human monks also include both men and women. If Li Yan and his companions were present, they would find that the expressions of these monks were completely different from those of the South China Sea monks they had seen.
He lacked the lifelessness of the South China Sea cultivator. Instead, when he looked at the tall female demon cultivator on the altar, his eyes were full of admiration and respect.
Hundreds of demon soldiers and human monks then set their eyes on the eight directions of the altar in the center, where blue and black objects slowly appeared.
The object is cylindrical in shape, one foot and two inches wide and three feet long. It is shiny blue in color, and its top is shaped like the head of the magical beast Shaman Sky-Swallowing Python.
A huge mouth opened wide towards the sky, a dark hole, with two long curved fangs on the upper and lower parts, staggered up and down, and the rest of the small teeth formed a row of fine and thorny teeth. A pair of eyes glowed with a chilling light of death.
This object was placed at an angle facing the sky. On the top of the cylinder, eight Shaman Sky-Swallowing Pythons opened their mouths towards the sky, and all they were facing were Fengliang Mountain.
At this moment, there was a black vortex slowly falling above the big mouth of the Shaman Sky-Swallowing Python on the top of the three cylinders. It kept shrinking in the air and finally fell into the upturned mouth of the Shaman Sky-Swallowing Python.
The monks from the Desolate Moon Continent still have the shocking scene they just saw here in their minds.
This is the 'Sky Thunder', which is comparable to a blow from a Nascent Soul ancestor. How many sects on this continent can withstand this lightning-like continuous attack... "
The proud and disdainful voice of a demon soldier reached their ears.
On the altar, after the female cultivator surnamed Mu finished her magic spell, a very pleasant voice came from behind her.
"Senior, I have sent a message to the hundreds of monks who have been dispersed, asking them to strengthen the vigilance around them. After you took action this time, I think you have attracted the attention of Fengliang Mountain. We must strengthen the defense here."
Beside the altar, a woman in red respectfully bowed to the female cultivator named Mu. The woman had fair skin and a body so plump that water seemed to drip out at any time. She had a pair of captivating eyes and a stunning appearance.
The woman in red is none other than the leader of the Hongchan Sect, the "Red Candle Fairy". Compared with the female demon general named Mu above, she looks more petite and charming.
The female demon cultivator named Mu is more heroic, resolute and powerful and self-confident. Her slender limbs give her a sense of soft yet strong power and beauty, which makes men have a strong desire to conquer her.
"Well, you did a good job. Just do your job. Now leave!"
The female cultivator named Mu did not turn her head, but still faced sideways to the "Red Candle Fairy". After giving an order, she closed her eyes.
She was a very meticulous person among the demon cultivators. After arriving here, she reorganized the more than 200 cultivators sent by Wan Zun and Tiedong.
Among them, fifty demon soldiers were completely trustworthy, so she placed them at important defense points in the valley. As for the 155 cultivators from the Wild Moon Continent who had already defected to the demon clan, she was not so reassuring in comparison.
Since there are five Jindan cultivators including "Red Candle Fairy" among the cultivators, and "Red Candle Fairy" is a human cultivator whom Master Wan "values very much", the female cultivator surnamed Mu knows this.
She didn't care whether "Fairy Red Candle" was the exclusive lover of Master Wan Zun or not. This kind of thing was very normal in the demon world. But the more this was the case, the more it proved that at least "Fairy Red Candle" was loyal to the demons.
Therefore, the female cultivator surnamed Mu handed over the fifty human cultivators who remained in the valley to the "Red Candle Fairy" to lead and be responsible for the guarding of the valley.
The other four Jindan each led twenty-five people, all of whom were scattered in four directions outside the valley, within a range of five hundred miles, to serve as external warning and scouts.
The female cultivator surnamed Mu could not fully trust other human cultivators, so she deployed demon cultivators near the altar. Only "Red Candle Fairy" could approach the altar and report the situation to her at any time.
However, the female demon general surnamed Mu actually believed that all the arrangements here were just a double protection. What made her most at ease was the protective formation she had set up personally and her own military force.
Such an arrangement, even for the meticulous female demon general named Mu, already seemed to show great respect for the cultivators of the Desolate Moon Continent.
What's more, apart from her being in charge personally, the surrounding area is basically occupied by the demon army. This valley is considered the rear. As long as something happens here, it will quickly alert other demon generals, or even the Demon Marshal.
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Li Yan looked at the white beam of light that was covered with cracks. Although it was already devastated and looked shaky, it had not collapsed at least.
After the other five cultivators desperately injected a large amount of spirit stones according to the spell, the cracks on the white light column began to become blurred in some places. It was estimated that it would take only half an incense stick of time for it to stabilize.
But Li Yan was extremely nervous about whether the other party would give him this time. His spiritual sense had already been secretly exerted at full strength, and at this moment, the spiritual sense that Li Yan had been emitting tightened.
A sense of life and death crisis that was several times stronger than before surged into his heart, causing the hairs on his body to stand on end. Li Yan's eyes suddenly widened and he shouted at the five monks at the same time.
"Enemy attack!" And just as his voice rang out, the monks of "Tongguiling" who were still in a daze felt the ground beneath their feet shake again, and then, in their horrified eyes.
Then they heard a loud "bang" and the entire mountain range of "Tongguiling" that had been "slimming" in their sight had flown off the ground, and they and the gravel, weeds and dead wood around them were also shaken and flew into the air.
In an instant, they felt that everything around them slowed down and all sounds disappeared from their ears.
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The white beam of light in front of Li Yan suddenly retracted inward at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then expanded outward while rapidly wriggling. Circles of white ripples instantly penetrated into the mountain.
The white beam of light went straight into the top of the sky and then turned into a huge white umbrella, extending to the endless void on both sides.
As the white light column expanded, a powerful recoil force hit Li Yan and the other six people. One of the other five screamed, and his body instantly turned into a ball of bloody mist.
There was a burst of spiritual light on someone's body, and then with a "bang", he flew backwards like a bullet, and then smashed heavily into the stone wall.
These stone walls themselves were also protected by formations, but they could not withstand the impact. The protective formations were immediately damaged, and the cultivator was deeply embedded inside, and for a moment he did not know whether he was dead or alive.
Li Yan felt an unrivaled power coming from his hands. Li Yan's control over the power was extremely precise. He felt the breath of death at the first moment. This power was something he could not resist at all. His reaction was also one point faster than the other five people.
As soon as the power touched his fingertips, his hands retracted from the white light column like lightning, but a trace of power still invaded his body. Li Yan felt a sharp pain in his tendons and veins, and the Qiongqi Purgatory Technique immediately started to work instinctively.
The flesh, blood and bones in his body suddenly became as soft as flowing water, instantly swallowing up the power that had invaded his body. The purple light that originally enveloped the entire cave suddenly shrank at an incredible speed, wrapping Li Yan alone inside it.
Li Yan's mind was filled with the roar of the little purple dragon elephant. Amid the dragon's roar and the elephant's howl, the purple light outside Li Yan's body crumbled bit by bit. Li Yan and the other six people were at the core of the formation. When the white light column collapsed, the impact they endured was far greater than that of the other cultivators outside the cave.
It sounds slow, but it all happened in an instant. Li Yan felt a black screen in front of his eyes. The white beam of light disappeared, and huge rocks from all around pressed towards him.
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Outside the cave, the towering "Tonggui Ridge" had been shaken nearly a hundred feet away from the ground, and there was a continuous "cracking" sound from the mountain while it was still in the air.
Then, from all directions came voices of shock and anger as well as hoarse shouts, the voices revealed shock, anger and fear, and the sound waves rose into the sky.
"Hold… "
"Attack!"
"Magic weapon attacks, dodge..."
Driven by the emergency instinct, all kinds of swear words and warning sounds echoed in this world.
Rays of light carrying the figures of cultivators kept flying up in the "Yin Yang Boundary River Formation". The subtle "crackling" sounds finally turned into a loud "bang".
The huge "Tonggui Ridge" exploded into a pile of stone rain in an instant, and the dense rubble flew in all directions with a sharp whistling sound, the sound was extremely terrifying.
Many of the lights that had just flown up could not stop the rain of stones. Screams rang out one after another, and the colorful rays of light fell headlong into the earth again like kites with broken strings.
And immediately afterwards, the "Yin Yang Boundary River Formation" that covered the entire mountain was like a translucent broken mirror, and with a "crashing" sound, balls of dazzling golden light rose in the sky.
It was like a huge and brilliant firework blooming in the sky. In just a moment, the towering "Tonggui Ridge" disappeared from the world without a trace.
Three hundred miles away, the monks from the South China Sea stood there blankly. They had already put up a spiritual power shield at the command of the demon cultivator. Looking at the rain of stones falling from the sky like meteors, they kept dodging the rain of stones that splashed for hundreds of miles.
Although they had sensed that the force of the stone rain did not pose much threat to them, they still did not dare to withstand it head-on. All this shocked them too much.
In their spiritual consciousness, the towering mountain and the formation that they had been attacking for more than a month without being able to break, collapsed in just an instant. They couldn't believe it.
Many people had a thought at the same time: "Perhaps only the attack of a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage can have such a powerful power!"
Even though they were more than three hundred miles away, the spiritual power shields outside their bodies were still dimming due to the rain of stones, and their spiritual power was being consumed rapidly. One can imagine the fate of those monks in the middle of it.
These cultivators were estimating the power of the attack in their hearts. As foundation-building cultivators, they were already immortals in the eyes of mortals. If they wanted to destroy a mortal town, they would need to continuously use several immortal arts that they thought were very powerful to accomplish their mission.
For a huge mountain like "Tonggui Ridge", they could dig a hole tens of feet deep on it by relying on their own magic power, which was already a very difficult task.
What's more, this huge mountain was covered by a sect-protecting formation. The opponent only hit it three times to cause the formation to collapse. The little residual force that seeped into it turned the huge mountain that it was protecting into a rain of stones.
All of this was beyond their imagination. It was also the first time since they started cultivating immortals that they had seen such a powerful attack that could destroy the world.