The eyes of several cultivators from the Wuliang Sect beside Li Yantong had already fallen on the two people on the right side of Master Yuan.
A monk was tall and thin, about sixty years old, with a gloomy face and no trace of joy, anger, sorrow or happiness on his face.
The other person was a young man with dark skin and short flat hair. His expression seemed much gentler. He was listening to another monk beside him, narrowing his eyes from time to time.
The reason why these two people attracted the attention of Li Yan and others was that they were both wearing the clothes of the Wuliang Sect.
"The two great masters Zhu Luan and Mo Gu!"
Several people thought of two people at the same time. These two people were the top Nascent Soul cultivators in the Wuliang Sect, and both were great cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage.
Unlike Da Cen and Mo Qing, who would show up occasionally, these two people almost never show up in public.
Even to Li Wuyi and other old men from the Wuliang Sect, they were just legendary beings and no one had ever seen them.
"Didn't I hear that these two masters went to the cracks in Yinmo Cliff? They actually rushed here for this battle."
Li Yan recalled what Wei Chongran had said about the sect's several Nascent Soul ancestors.
However, whether it was Li Yan, Gong Yuantai, Tan Tai Dongyue, or Du Sanjiang, they only guessed that they were these two ancestors, but no one could tell who was who because they had never seen them in person.
And in this moment, a huge black shadow had arrived above Li Yan and the others with a whistling sound.
"Gongsun Changxing is here to welcome all of you fellow Taoists back!"
No matter what the people below were thinking, a white figure slowly rose up at the entrance ahead, facing the huge shadow in the sky, while clasping his fists and bowing.
Then, the twelve Jindan cultivators behind Gongsun Changxing paid their respects with great ceremony. Li Yan and the others, feeling the overwhelming pressure from the sky, had already kept their mouths shut and bowed deeply to greet him.
"Congratulations, Senior, on your great victory!"
No one knew which Jindan in front spoke, but after hearing it, Li Yan and the others immediately echoed in unison. For a moment, the sound shook the whole area, and it was quite powerful.
"Amitabha, Junior Brother Gongsun has a heavy responsibility to guard this place. Thank you so much, Junior Brother!"
Liao Yuan took a step out from the "Bei Ming Mountain Divine Tiger" and his figure was suspended in the air. He looked only five or six years older than Gongsun Changxing, and his voice was deep and steady.
But those who knew the inside story knew that this monk was at least 1,300 years old, and more than 600 years older than Gongsun Changxing.
Gongsun Changxing has already possessed the most powerful magic power in the current Wild Moon Continent. He has always been aloof and cold as a swordsman, and is indifferent and ruthless to others, but when facing Master Le Yuan, he is very humble.
At the same time, he also bowed respectfully to Zhu Luan and other four great cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage beside him.
Among the other four great cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage, there was a girl in a white dress wearing the attire of the Ten-Step Courtyard, who looked to be about 28 years old and had no fluctuations in spiritual energy.
However, both her appearance and temperament are like the legendary Guanghan Fairy, giving people a feeling of being kept a thousand miles away and of eternal cold. She is truly otherworldly and so beautiful that one dares not look directly at her.
The girl in the white dress only nodded slightly to Gongsun Changxing's greeting without saying anything. But Gongsun Changxing called him "Grandmaster" and his attitude became more respectful.
In addition to the girl in the white dress, there was also an old Taoist priest who was about fifty years old. The old Taoist priest looked very amiable, always with a smile on his face, and occasionally he would stroke his goatee with his hand.
"Is this the most advanced late Nascent Soul cultivator from the four major sects?"
Li Yan and the others continued to maintain their posture of worship until the superiors spoke again.
At this time, no matter how brave a person was, he would be extremely respectful and dare not even breathe a single breath.
Li Yan had already guessed the origins of these people in his mind. Needless to say, the old Taoist priest at the end must be the strongest Yuanying stage person of Taixuan Sect who escaped from the South China Sea.
Li Yan didn't know whether all the great cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage from the four major sects were here, but he could guess that was the case.
He recalled how the three sects of the Ten-Step Court had worked together to plot against the Wuliang Sect in the secret realm. Judging from the five great cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage, none of the other three sects were a match for the Wuliang Sect.
Especially the two from the Wuliang Sect used unconventional methods, such as poisoning and ambushing, which made it hard to guard against and caused a lot of headaches.
Under such circumstances, if there is no invasion by foreign races, it would be strange if the three sects did not join forces to fight against the Wuliang Sect. Otherwise, they would most likely be slowly devoured by the Wuliang Sect one family at a time.
After being polite to Gong Changsun Xing, Liao Yuan looked at the thousands of foundation-building cultivators standing below.
"Returning from a great victory? Amitabha, you guys can skip the formalities, but I'll let you know."
His tone suddenly became heavy, his face looked solemn, he just flicked his right hand upwards, and a gentle force emanated from his grey monk robe.
Li Yan suddenly felt a warm current blowing through his body, making him feel as if he was in March, indescribably comfortable. The huge pressure brought by the cultivator above him was also swept away.
As soon as this force reached Li Yan, he was startled instinctively and his spiritual power began to circulate involuntarily.
This is the self-protection that any monk will produce when he suddenly senses external force.
But to Li Yan's horror, the spiritual power in his body was blocked by this gentle force as soon as it emerged.
Even when this force blocked Li Yan's magic power, it seemed unusually gentle, like a pair of warm hands slowly suppressing the restless waves. Li Yan was surprised to find that the faces of thousands of people beside him had the same expression, and thousands of people stood up straight just under this force.
Everyone looked up at the sky in horror. The monk's robe of the not-so-tall gray figure had already passed easily in the air, and it just shook lightly at the very end, just when Li Yan and the others looked up.
Just as Li Yan and the others were still astonished at the power of the monk's light flick, even Gongsun Changxing in front of them stood up straight.
Only a few Jindan standing closest to Gongsun Changxing noticed the difference. They clearly saw the momentary look of surprise flash across Gongsun Changxing's face.
He also understood that even Gongsun Changxing could not withstand the seemingly light force of the opponent.
Although Gongsun Changxing did not deliberately use all his magical powers to resist, the young monk above did not use too much magical power.
When many people were still shocked at the monk's unfathomable cultivation, a ray of yellow golden light flew out from his monk's robe with a final shake.
The golden light grew in the wind, and in an instant, a huge golden curtain descended from the sky.
As the golden sky expanded, it burst into dazzling red and white colors.
Li Yan and the others felt pain in their eyes from the direct stabbing, and most of them closed their eyes involuntarily at the first moment. If they did not believe that this holy monk would not suddenly attack them in a way that would harm them, they would have wanted to run away.
After everyone calmed down, they opened their eyes again and looked at the golden sky that was so big that it almost covered the entire sky in front of the entrance of Fengliang Mountain.
Li Yan endured the dazzling light brought by the red and white colors. After adapting a little, he immediately stared at the golden curtain.
There were rows of vertical characters on the golden curtain, like thin long bamboos. Li Yan looked carefully and saw that they were names and information about the sects they belonged to.
Nearly 40% of the upper area of the golden sky was covered with large, glaring red characters, until nearly halfway, when the characters turned into white characters.
"Tian Ling Sect, Tian Chengzi, middle stage of Nascent Soul, died!
The Five Colored Poison Sect, Fairy Tianshuang, in the early Nascent Soul stage, died!
Mingtuo Temple, the big wooden arhat, died in the early Nascent Soul stage!
Tianjinghai, the god Li Hua, died in the early Nascent Soul stage!
A casual cultivator, Master Canmu, died in the early stage of Yuanying...
In the Twelve Docks, Ye Fengsan, the master of Mantian Island, is in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. His physical body has collapsed and his Nascent Soul is seriously injured!
Miaomu Temple, the nun Yuanling, in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, her physical body collapsed and her Nascent Soul was seriously injured!
The Shenmu family, one tree passed down from generation to generation, Mu Zuowang, in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, lost two of his souls and was seriously injured! !
The Hu Chen family, the Hu Chen ancestor, was seriously injured and unconscious..."
Li Yan and his companions quickly understood the meaning of the golden sky, and they could not help but open their mouths wide. The blood-red words at the top represented seventeen Nascent Soul cultivators.
They had all heard of these cultivators to some extent. All of them were top-notch warriors who could shake the Desolate Moon Continent with just a stomp of their feet.
But the blood-red characters "殒" after their names made people feel unbelievable, because they were Nascent Soul cultivators.
The Nascent Soul already has the great ability of teleportation, and can travel thousands of miles with a single thought. It cannot be tracked by the physical body, so who can stop it and kill it
At this time, the voice of Monk Leyuan was heard again.
"In this battle, except for a small number of Nascent Soul cultivators who stayed behind, and 30% of Golden Core cultivators, the rest of the cultivators spread out to fight at three defense points.
We lost one person in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, eight in the early stage of Nascent Soul, eight seriously injured Nascent Soul cultivators, seventy-nine in the late stage of Jindan, three hundred and twenty-two in the middle and early stage of Jindan, and seriously injured in the late stage of Jindan…”
The numbers of casualties exploded in everyone's minds, leaving the monks, who had been somewhat excited, speechless.
After a while, some sobbing sounds were heard below. They were from the monks who had seen their ancestors or close relatives die on the golden sky. After being stunned, they could no longer hold back their sobs.
The death of the ancestor of a family or sect means the decline or even extinction of the family, which makes the disciples feel sad.
Li Yan's gaze stopped on the line of words "Hu Chen family, ancestor Hu Chen, seriously injured and unconscious!"
The appearance of Hu Chen Wuding and the past of the Hu Chen family suddenly appeared in my mind.
"Ancestor Hu Chen also came, and he almost died. I don't know how badly he was injured. I don't know if Hu Chen Wu Ding has come, or which battlefield he went to, but at least he didn't show up in Fengliang Mountain."
Li Yan had looked for this person whom he had helped out of a deal during his stay in Fengliang Mountain, but he did not find him. In fact, Li Yan wanted to get more news about Zhuo Lingfeng.
Hearing the death tolls announced by Master Le Yuan, Li Yan was also shocked. So many cultivators died in this battle. Although they were mentally prepared, it was still far beyond their expectations.
However, Li Yan still noticed one thing, that there were no deaths among the late Nascent Soul cultivators, and some were even seriously injured, while only one middle Nascent Soul cultivator died.
The most common deaths among Nascent Soul cultivators occurred in the early Nascent Soul stage. This shows that once a cultivator reaches the middle Nascent Soul stage, it is really difficult for him to die, just as what is said in the classics.
Teleportation can almost ignore all space and restrictions, but there are too many Nascent Soul cultivators appearing at the same time in this battle between the two sides, and both sides have almost come out in full force.
Therefore, in a battle, how can the so-called fairness be guaranteed? A cultivator in the early Nascent Soul stage will not encounter a cultivator in the middle Nascent Soul stage, or even more unlucky will directly encounter a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage.
Compared with that realm, there are undoubtedly more people who die in the early Nascent Soul stage.
I don’t know what kind of bad luck the middle-Nascent Soul cultivator from Fengliang Mountain encountered, but he died just like that.