Many people below could guess the origins of these people in the sky, but who were these Divine Transformation cultivators? Ninety percent of the cultivators didn't know.
As to whether there are cultivators who have reached the state of Divine Transformation in the mortal world, 70% of the cultivators are uncertain or think that they do not exist. 30% of the cultivators believe that they do exist, but most of them are just guessing.
Not to mention the Jindan cultivators, before this war, how many of them, including the Jindan cultivators, had ever seen a Yuanying cultivator
The God of Transformation is a legendary immortal-like existence on earth, and should not belong to the mortal world.
“Isn’t it said that once cultivators reach the Nascent Soul stage, they can no longer make breakthroughs due to the restrictions of the laws of heaven and earth
So, this is why we need to ascend to a higher realm. How come there are really Divine Transformation cultivators in the mortal world?"
This thought immediately came to the minds of most monks, but they did not dare to ask casually.
Only some core disciples of families or sects with a long history knew vaguely about the situation of the Divine Transformation cultivators, but after personally confirming the existence of the Divine Transformation cultivators today, they were all extremely shocked.
Even after the war between the two clans began, the top combat forces they knew were the Nascent Soul cultivators. In their minds, the final outcome should be decided by the Nascent Soul late stage cultivators from both sides.
"That sudden attack just now should have been from a Divine Transformation cultivator, otherwise, how could the Fengliang Mountain formation be reduced to ashes in one blow?"
Many cultivators thought of the attack that happened without warning just now, which killed hundreds of cultivators in an instant, including many Jindan cultivators.
Although they knew that a Nascent Soul cultivator could kill low- and mid-level cultivators like grass, there was a magic array set up by a Nascent Soul cultivator protecting this place.
As the Nascent Soul cultivators on both sides stopped fighting, rays of light flew from all directions behind the Nascent Soul cultivators. When Li Yan and the others saw this, they knew that both sides were gathering their cultivators.
So after looking at each other, they flew towards the Nascent Soul cultivator who was suspended in the air. Li Yan and the others carefully chose a route relatively to the north.
In comparison, this route is much less likely to be attacked by the demons and foreign monks in the far south.
But all this did not happen. Li Yan and the others quickly flew behind the Nascent Soul cultivator. At the same time, there were other cultivators flying towards here quickly from all directions.
Below, a middle-aged scholar in the Nascent Soul stage released his spiritual consciousness, and after waving his expressionless sleeves a few times, he rolled the surviving and seriously injured Fengliang Mountain monk into his soul storage bag.
Then he glanced coldly at the opposite side, turned around and flew into the air again.
The demons on the opposite side, which were less than 500 miles away, stood in the air, each with a mocking and sneering look on their faces. They did not step forward to stop him, and allowed this middle-Nascent Soul cultivator to save people.
Li Yan saw his master Wei Chongran here. Wei Chongran also saw Li Yan in the crowd. Seeing that there was nothing unusual about him, he nodded to him. The battles were frequent and he also repeatedly reminded Li Yan of something.
Li Yan looked towards other areas again, and among the low- and middle-level cultivators in the back, he also saw Bai Rou, Gong Yuantai and others, Gong Yuantai, Wu Ye and others.
Almost all of them were in a very miserable state, with more or less injuries on their bodies. Even Bro, who was famous for his many magic weapons, had disheveled hair and a bloodstain on his shoulder, which showed that he had just escaped with his life.
Only Bai Rou's appearance surprised Li Yan a little. Bai Rou was spotless and her breath was extremely steady.
But then, Li Yan thought of the reason. When he left Bai Rou, Bai Rou was still with Shuang Qingqing. With that terrifyingly powerful woman by her side, it would be strange if Bai Rou was in trouble, unless she met a cultivator who had reached the state of Divine Transformation.
However, Li Yan did not see Elder Chi Gong and the other Nascent Soul and Golden Core cultivators who were injured before, and he didn't know how they were doing now.
When Bai Rou saw Li Yan in the crowd, she just nodded slightly without saying anything.
Li Yan immediately flew towards the area where Gong Yuantai and the others were, where the members of Team Qing 16 began to gather.
Li Yan, the monk who was recently recruited to the Qing 16th Team, was unable to recognize all of them, but it seemed that only about 70% of the old team members he knew appeared, and he didn't know whether the rest had died or were heading here.
At this time, Li Yan had already forgotten about returning to the sect.
After Li Yanfei arrived, he had a few words with Gong Yuantai and the others via voice transmission, but no one knew what had happened. The entire Fengliang Mountain collapsed in an instant, and no one got any news.
None of the Nascent Soul cultivators in the air ahead spoke either. The demons a few hundred miles away were filled with murderous intent, ready to strike, and seemed a little secretive.
For a moment, both sides seemed to be plunged into endless silence. The whole world was depressing and suffocating, and there was a sense of impending storm.
Even Li Yan, who was initially whispering to ask questions of people around him, only lasted for a dozen breaths before returning to silence.
Only a few rays of light occasionally flying in from afar brought a hint of breath to this world, and then disappeared into the team of monks after a flash.
Li Yan and the others watched as the middle-aged scholar, a Nascent Soul cultivator, took in the injured cultivator without concealing the murderous intent that was gradually rising in his body. They then looked at the mid- and low-level cultivators on the opposite side who were full of energy.
He guessed that after the devastating blow just now, the other party should have only sent out some cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage, so the middle and low-level cultivators were not injured.
On the other hand, the monks of Fengliang Mountain were caught off guard and hundreds of them died.
At this moment, Li Yan suddenly felt something was wrong. Of course, there were many cultivators with the same keen sense as Li Yan, especially those Jindan cultivators from Fengliang Mountain.
They suddenly looked back, and Li Yan turned his head immediately when he felt something unusual, but when he turned his head, he felt his scalp tingling, as if he was struck by lightning. Because just fifty miles behind them, in the back mountain of Fengliang Mountain, thousands of monks suddenly emerged from the ground.
The aura of the twelve leaders rose up into the sky without any concealment, and an overwhelming murderous intent rolled out. Suddenly, the iron-blooded energy filled the bodies and minds of Li Yan and the others.
There were twelve Nascent Soul cultivators, among them was an old man with white hair and beard and a muscular naked man. The aura of both of them was as deep and as violent as the sea.
The aura of the two of them was actually similar to that of Liao Yuan, Zhu Luan and Mo Gu in front of them. They were also two great cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage, but the big man with his naked upper body was filled with demonic energy.
All the great monks in the late Yuanying stage of the mortal world have descended to the human world...
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Thousands of feet in the sky, a large man in armor, with a body as majestic as a mountain, looked at the three monks opposite him with a joking look.
"Who really doesn't want to leave today? We will settle all the grudges right away. I didn't expect that the famous 'Yinmo Cliff Crack' in the Wild Moon Continent is hidden in Fengliang Mountain.
It's really a big deal. If I'm not mistaken, who among you has secretly changed the situation in Fengliang Mountain, Tunmo Ridge and Jianfuyuan, but outsiders haven't noticed any changes at all.
Using these three places to cover up the cracks in the Yin Demon Cliff that had already revealed their location before, this kind of method of transforming the world, except for you few Divine Transformation cultivators, no one in this world can do it. "
Tutai was wearing armor as black as ink, covering his entire burly body. Only his iron-black skin was exposed at the helmet. His pair of ring-shaped eyes were like two giant lamps in the dark night, captivating people.
The tall and majestic figure seemed to cover half the sky, bringing people an incomparable sense of oppression. At this moment, he secretly felt lucky in his heart.
If we hadn't come across the border and made an agreement with the tribe and kept a backup plan, it would be really difficult to find the location of the crack in Yinmo Cliff now.
The location of the Yin Demon Rift provided by Master Wan no longer existed, which made Tutai search painstakingly for months. Until today, the date agreed with the Demon Realm arrived. He used his supreme magical powers and sensed a trace of demonic energy seeping across the boundary. After a full-strength attack, there was indeed a turning point.
After such a long stalemate with the cultivators from the Wild Moon Continent, they were already exhausted and could now finally launch the final fatal blow.
At this moment, there were three people standing in the air around the platform. They stood in the south, north and east directions respectively, half-surrounding the platform in the middle.
There were one monk and two laymen. The monk looked to be in his early twenties, wearing a simple coarse blue-gray monk's robe. His facial features were indescribably delicate, and at first sight, a warm sunshine would rise in one's heart.
On the left side of the young monk was an old man in brocade clothes. The old man had black hair that glowed dimly, his skin was golden, and his pair of gray eyebrows were like an eagle flying in the sky, reaching straight into his temples. There was boundless arrogance on his old face, and he was staring gloomily at the back of Tu Tai.
On the right side of the monk was a middle-aged scholar in a green robe. At this moment, he was squinting his eyes and looking at the other party. There seemed to be thousands of swords hidden deep in his eyes. As his gaze moved, there was a faint sound of swords whistling, and his green robe swayed slightly.
The young monk just smiled slightly when he heard this.
“I have heard of the great name of Demon General Tutai for several months, but today I saw him and he was just so-so. I guess it’s not that you have made some kind of agreement with the demon world.
Even though something strange suddenly happened under the crack of Yinmo Cliff today, you have no way to sense the location of the crack of Yinmo Cliff.
This also applies to the late-stage 'great master' behind you. I wonder if what I said is correct?"
As the young monk said this, he smiled, raised one palm and bowed to Tutai behind him.
A thousand feet behind Tu Tai, three men in black robes with long hair trailing on the ground were standing quietly in the air. Their long hair hung down, covering their entire faces, making it impossible to see their appearance clearly.
The three men in black robes just looked coldly at the three people around them from beginning to end, and no one spoke a word. Even when the young monk asked directly, the three men remained extremely cold and silent, like three zombies.
“Great Commander, why bother saying these useless words? The cracks in the Yin Demon Cliff have already appeared. If you know what’s good for you, then lead all the cultivators of the Desolate Moon Continent to surrender.
We will leave a safe place for you in the North Sea to save your entire clan from the fate of being destroyed.
Otherwise, hehehe..."
Tutai let out a series of laughs.
The young monk was none other than the Pure Land Sect’s Divine Transformation cultivator, Da Ling. The two people beside him were two other Divine Transformation cultivators from the Wild Moon Continent, namely, Chang Yang from the Wuliang Sect and Zhan Tian from the Shibuyuan Sect.
The Great Monk did not answer Tutai's words, but looked seriously at one of the three men in black robes.
"Amitabha, Master, judging from the aura of the immortal technique you just displayed, if I hadn't seen it, it would have been the ancient immortal technique 'Taohua Naihe' from the Desolate Moon Continent.
The master just casually broke the Fengliang Mountain formation and the illusion formation in the back mountain with one strike. The power of the ancient immortal method is really incredible. We admire it."
The three black-robed men who had not spoken until now, after listening to the words of the great monk Da Ling, the man in the middle slowly raised his head.
When his long hair slid down to his face, he revealed a thin and old face. There was no emotion in his eyes, they were cold, ruthless and indifferent. An old voice finally sounded.
"Young man, although you have extraordinary knowledge, you can't change any results. You, is this considered begging?"