After several people flew away, Li Yan and Bai Rou greeted some familiar people respectively, and Gong Yuantai started talking to others.
Bro walked up to Li Yan with an excited look on his face.
"I heard that the Yuanying ancestors took the initiative to withdraw. It seems that they should have gained a lot."
"Isn't this nonsense? Otherwise, Grandmaster Gongsun and the others would have rushed to help."
Wu Ye spoke to Bro rudely from the side. He was a cold person and his words were very blunt and stiff without any buffering.
But after hearing this, Bro just chuckled, which Li Yan found strange.
But I felt relieved when I thought about it. They had been through life and death together before, and I think Bro and Wu Ye should be familiar with each other in private.
I heard that it was Qiao Baiye who returned to the rear and cursed Bro not to die too early before leaving, so that he could find him to settle the score with him after Bro recovered from his injuries for the sneak attack on him by using several magic weapons at the same time.
In the last battle of "Tongguiling", if Bro hadn't given him a few bottles of high-quality elixirs, it would be hard to say whether Qiao Baiye could hold on to the end with his injuries.
The efficacy of the pills given by Bro is definitely not comparable to the pills he has.
Listening to Qiao Baiye's gnashing curses as he was leaving, Bro suddenly kicked the still seriously injured Qiao Baiye into the teleportation array with a look of disdain.
"You still want to settle the score with me, and I have wasted your eyes!"
Just as everyone was stunned and the fake Dan monk who was escorting a group of wounded to the rear was about to get angry, the voice of Qiao Baiye, coughing and laughing wildly, came from the teleportation array.
"What a mad dog!"
Only then did everyone realize that Bro's kick was a clever one.
Li Yan, who was far away on a mission, had no idea about these things.
Just as the monks in the back were talking in low voices or through telepathic communication, Gongsun Changxing in the front, who had been expressionless, suddenly moved.
Then a clear voice resounded between heaven and earth.
"Close the entrance magic circle restriction!"
With his light shout, the whole world suddenly became silent, with only the wind blowing through the air making a soft "woooo" sound.
Then, the colorful light membrane in front of Li Yan and the others that had trapped them for several days suddenly disappeared.
What appeared before the eyes of the monks were collapsed mountains, scorched wastelands, and a few wild beasts that occasionally stretched and retracted their heads and necks quickly in the scorched earth.
On the devastated land, there were many places scattered with rags that had turned black after being stained with blood and some pieces of armor.
Five days had passed, and there were still broken limbs and internal organs on the ground, some from human cultivators, some from monsters, and some from demon cultivators.
Some of the wild beasts that came here to eat the corpses now were also those who had managed to survive the war.
These past few days, they could only hide somewhere trembling in fear, and dared not go out to hunt. The great battle a few days ago, the indescribable pressure between heaven and earth, and the criss-crossing fierce attacks, made them terrified.
Their companions and their species were submerged in the vast light and disappeared without a trace. In their eyes, which were not yet intelligent, this was undoubtedly equivalent to the end of the world.
It was not until the next two days that the extremely hungry wild beasts came out to look for food with fear in their eyes, and they would scatter at the slightest sign of trouble.
These wild beasts were tearing apart the rotten corpses. The barren mountain in front of them suddenly changed its appearance, and then thousands of pairs of eyes appeared, staring at them.
These wild beasts were frightened by the scene before them. They kicked the ground with their limbs, raised a cloud of yellow dust, and fled into the distance, or flew away in a hurry.
It was midsummer. Just as the monks were looking in horror at the purgatory-like scene outside, a foul odor was wafting in the wind. It was coming from rotting corpses.
They didn't even release their spiritual sense. As far as they could see, near the entrance to the front mountain, there were some rotting corpses with small white bugs drilling in and out of the corpses, bringing out streams of thick white or green liquid from time to time.
The next moment, a series of dry retching and "puff puff" sounds were heard by Gongsun Changxing in front of him, and he couldn't help but frowned.
Only a small half of the monks here were withdrawn from the front-line defensive battle. Most of the monks were newly recruited from the rear. Some of them were skilled in killing people and were very courageous.
But there are more people from sects and families who have never experienced such a Shura scene.
Some female cultivators were instantly terrified and their faces turned pale. They then felt nauseous in their chests and abdomens. After dry heaving a few times, they finally couldn't control themselves and vomited violently.
A Jindan cultivator standing behind Gongsun Changxing couldn't help but look back and snorted coldly.
"How shameless! Hold it in, or I'll make you go among those corpses and vomit!"
His shout was like a thunderbolt in the heads of all the monks behind him, and all the vomiting stopped immediately.
The Jindan looked at the scene in front of him and sighed in his heart. Among those human corpses, there were still many corpses of Jindan monks from Fengliang Mountain.
They had limited manpower, and the entire battlefield was too large, stretching for more than ten thousand miles. In addition to patrolling Fengliang Mountain, the twelve Jindan monks were also responsible for the operation of the formation, so naturally no one would go out to clean up. They would not send foundation-building monks to go out of Fengliang Mountain to defend the formation. If they encountered the other side's Jindan monks, they would slaughter them all in a moment.
However, the main reason is that there is nothing valuable on these dead people.
Although it was a war between two races, the selfishness in the cultivators' bones still existed. If there were good cultivation resources abandoned outside, they would definitely find various reasons to get out.
Otherwise, they would not bother to move unless their loved ones died.
In a fight between cultivators, the storage bag of the opponent would definitely be taken away at the moment of his death. The only things left behind would be some fragments of magic weapons, which would not be of interest to a Jindan cultivator.
They would not let the foundation-building monks go out to take risks for this reason.
The Jindan cultivator who shouted out loud, after his consciousness swept over the back, was relatively satisfied with cultivators like Li Yan who had experienced great battles, as well as some of the newly recruited cultivators who had killed people like crazy.
Although Li Yan and the others were equally shocked by the scene outside the formation, their eyes were filled with more shock at the brutality of the battle. They then directed their spiritual consciousness towards the distant sky.
When Li Yan sent his spiritual sense into the distance, the first thing he felt was an overwhelming breath. As soon as Li Yan sensed it from afar, he immediately retracted his spiritual sense.
And those cultivators who also released their spiritual sense all made the same move and did not dare to investigate further.
Just two breaths after Gongsun Changxing finished speaking, a huge dark shadow appeared in everyone's field of vision, which seemed to have blocked out the sky and blocked most of the sunlight coming from the south.
For a moment, the monks seemed to have the illusion that dark night was coming, or that a mighty divine power was pressing down from the sky.
Li Yan looked carefully and could tell that it was clearly a huge monster. The monster was more than three hundred feet wide and a thousand feet long, with thick dark yellow hair all over its body, as if it was covered with a layer of oil.
Under the scorching sun, the dark yellow hair on the edge of the monster's body sparkled with golden light, as if it was covered with a layer of gold.
The shadow beneath its body was extremely huge, covering the vast land below. As it flew quickly, the shadow continued to cover the land and rivers below, like a giant undulating carpet.
Hidden in its densely haired head are a pair of golden eyes, which are filled with hostility as it looks down coldly at the people below.
When the big mouth closed, two white fangs, each as thick as several people hugged, crisscrossed up and down at the corners of the lips, like four giant pillars supporting the sky.
Li Yan recognized this monster, it was the "Beiming Mountain God Tiger", which was ranked 98th among the top 100 monsters in the world and was the guardian beast of the Pure Land Sect.
It is said that there are only two of them, a mother and son. Unexpectedly, this peerless beast would also show up in this battle.
"Is this the old one or the young one? Strange, aren't there three of them in this world? Where did the young 'Beiming Mountain Divine Tiger' come from?"
After Li Yan recognized the origin of this monster, an idea that had nothing to do with the current situation suddenly came to his mind.
On top of the tiger's head, more than twenty monks were standing in a pointed "human" shape. Behind these twenty people, on the tiger's back, there was a sea of monks.
At the front end of the "human" shape at the tiger's head, a monk in a gray robe is standing with one hand on his chest with his eyes lowered. The monk is of medium build and looks to be about thirty years old.
His face was like gold and bronze, with a pair of unforgettable long eyebrows. The eyebrows were black and drooped in a crescent shape to his cheeks.
Li Yan knew at a glance that the twenty-odd people on Tiger Head were all cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage, and were the strongest people standing at the highest position on this continent.
"The leader is Master Liaoyuan of the Pure Land Sect, who is a true Vajra Arhat."
Tan Tai Dong Yue's voice was heard softly among Li Yan's group. She had been trained in the Pure Land Sect for many years, so she was very familiar with the situation there.
"He is Master Liaoyuan?"
"This is the late great monk..."
As Tan Tai Dong Yue explained, Li Yan and the others all took a deep breath.
The number of great cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage in this world can be counted on one's fingers. Therefore, any cultivator who has entered the Foundation Establishment stage or above will know their names.
Legend has it that this Master Liao Yuan not only had profound knowledge of Buddhism and could save souls and transcend spirits, but his Buddhist skills were also unfathomable.
It is said that when he was in the early stage of Nascent Soul, he wanted to ascend to the fairyland with his physical body alone, but there was a problem with the ascension node he found that time.
Along with Liao Yuan, two other mid-Nascent Soul cultivators were swept into the turbulent space. Four hundred years later, Master Liao Yuan returned to the Pure Land Sect alone.
Although he looked emaciated, his cultivation had reached the late Nascent Soul stage in just 400 years. The other two Nascent Soul cultivators who were caught in the turbulent space with him were never heard from again.
Eventually, he also met with the descendants of the two Nascent Soul cultivators, said some secret words to them, and then chose to go into seclusion. After another two hundred years, fewer and fewer people mentioned the name Le Yuan.
Because no one has seen him since then, many people speculated that he might have ascended to the fairyland. After all, he was in the early Nascent Soul stage without any magic weapon, yet he dared to break into the ascension node alone in his mortal body, not to mention that he was already in the late stage.
Unexpectedly, he appeared again in the mortal world today. Although two hundred years have passed, his name still moves people when no new Nascent Soul cultivators have been promoted to great cultivators.