Wei Chongran saw a drop of amber transparent liquid in the storage bag.
His spiritual consciousness had only been in the storage bag for a short while when he already felt dizzy and slightly drunk. He could feel the terrifying power contained in the transparent liquid.
Wei Chongran attached great importance to the protective item given by the Ancient Wine Flag, as it could save his life at the critical moment.
He is brave, but more importantly, he knows how to save his life.
Li Yan and his companions above were already in a fierce fight with the demon cultivators. Gong Chenying and the other two were now astounded by Li Yan.
Li Yan's speed in killing demon cultivators is so fast that even any two of them combined might not be able to catch up with him.
In just thirty breaths, Li Yan killed four demon cultivators by himself, and he himself was not hurt at all.
The three of them sometimes joined forces and sometimes faced the enemy separately, and they only killed six demons. Lin Daqiao was also injured in the armpit. Although it was not fatal, the sharp ribs were shocking to see.
"Has Junior Brother been possessed by someone?"
Wei Chituo thought about it, and from time to time he looked at Li Yan from the corner of his eye, trying to see some clues.
"Haven't I been practicing hard enough?"
Lin Daqiao was speechless. He had escaped death many times and was reborn in blood, which was why his cultivation had improved by leaps and bounds. He thought that in a few years, he would be able to catch up with his fifth senior brother and the others.
But after Li Yan had been away for about two years, he became incredibly powerful.
"Li Yan... Golden Pill..."
Gong Chenying's beautiful eyes were filled with brilliance, and she suddenly thought of the distant Tianli tribe.
At this moment, a loud whistle suddenly came from below the crack of Yinmo Cliff, alarming everyone on both sides, and then a sound rolled in.
"Wei Chongran from the Wuliang Sect is here. All cultivators, leave the cracks in the Yinmo Cliff immediately, right now!"
The first few words Wei Chongran uttered seemed a little dull, probably because he was deep below the crack in Yinmo Cliff. But after just a few words, his voice became clearer and clearer.
It was obvious that he was rising rapidly at an incredible speed.
Wei Chongran was already a famous person. Except for some small sects who didn't know about him, all the cultivators from second-rate sects and above knew about him.
As for the main cultivators of the four major sects, those sects will keep them in mind and at the same time remind their disciples to avoid accidentally offending the other party without knowing it.
In recent times, Wei Chongran has been the person in charge of Fengliang Mountain. His name is known far and wide, and more people know him than those who know Nascent Soul cultivators.
When he spoke, the monks who were fighting below the crack of Yinmo Cliff, as well as the monks on the cliff and high in the sky, could hear it clearly.
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Fifty thousand feet deep in the sky, the great master was now stretching out a finger with a solemn expression, pointing at a red hair in front of him.
The hair was as thick as an adult's arm. It would be more accurate to say that it looked like a giant tentacle. The fine red hairs on it swayed regularly like seaweed.
It's creepy and horrifying to watch.
As the red hairs fluttered, ripples that could only be seen by the spiritual consciousness of a Jindan cultivator emanated from them, causing the thousand-foot space around the Master to be distorted.
Thousands of feet away, Gu Jiuqi was sitting cross-legged in the air, and from time to time he would raise his palm and clap at the air.
Every time he slapped out with his palm, the fingers of the red-haired gentleman would tremble, and blue veins would appear on his forehead.
The aura on his body surged, and then he took a step back. When his foot landed, the invisible distorted space ripples collided with his retreating body, making a continuous "chi chi chi" sound.
The black robe of the master had been cut into countless tiny cracks, revealing his dry and withered skin. There were some blood lines on the exposed skin that were slowly fading away.
However, as the blood receded, the master's breath became unstable and strong at times.
The ancient wine flag in the distance seemed to be in no hurry. He wanted to trap the master to death and not give him a chance to break out.
At this moment, the master's eyebrows suddenly raised, and his eyes looked downward, as if to penetrate the layers of fog.
"What did you do to the Second Realm Passage?"
He suddenly looked up at the Ancient Wine Flag. The Ancient Wine Flag in the distance suddenly laughed out loud, and he stood up while laughing.
"No need to hold you back any longer. It looks like the mission is accomplished. It's time to end your relationship with the Desolate Moon Continent!"
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Tu Tai was already furious. He was tightly entangled by Da Ling, Su Changyang and Zhan Tian, leaving him no time to spare for other matters.
Meanwhile, below, with the support of Qianfangshu and the fourth-level demon cultivator from the secret realm, the demons were losing ground and the situation was about to collapse.
This was exactly the plan that Da Ling and his men had formulated earlier, and it was beginning to show remarkable results.
They traded time for space, and used the lives of the cultivators from the Wild Moon Continent to consume the South China Sea demon cultivators who had no backup, causing them to suffer increasing losses and running out of backup.
Then, they would cooperate with the monks from the South China Sea at the right time. In a big battle, most of the demon cultivators and foreign monks were wiped out.
However, the final decisive battle was not what Daling and his men had planned. However, this time, Tutai and his men went all out and mobilized all their strength to launch a surprise attack on Fengliang Mountain.
But this is the only surprise attack they can carry. If it fails, they can only hide again.
If the three Da Ling were in their prime, the result of him facing any of them would be unknown.
However, these three people's lifespans have been greatly depleted and their vitality has been severely damaged, but he still cannot win.
But the cooperation of the three was extremely skillful. Although they were in a state of hostility before, when the four of them, including Yuandu, reached this level, they had no rivals in this world.
Therefore, the only people who could discuss the Dao with them were each other. After hundreds of years, they were already quite familiar with each other's methods, and there was no sense of stagnation when cooperating with each other.
Da Ling has cultivated to the level of "Xiao Luo Golden Body", which is not much different from the physical body of Tu Tai, who is at the level of Demon General.
Although he was no longer able to fight the enemy due to his severe damage, he would not fight head-on. He could still keep up with the enemy in close combat for a while.
Su Changyang was on the side, and he would raise his hand into the air. Regardless of whether it was true or false, Tu Tai had to deal with it carefully, which made Tu Tai furious.
That old guy was just like a hedgehog. He wasn't as strong as himself, but he was full of poisons. He didn't recognize many of those poisons, and they kept coming out, so he didn't dare to take them head-on.
What’s even more hateful is that Su Changyang sometimes raised his hands, moved his shoulders, and shook his head with a smile, but when Tu Tai was concentrating on responding, nothing happened.
"This old man!"
Tu Tai only felt his teeth itching, but he was completely helpless. The opponent was just not in his prime, but his fighting consciousness and means of killing were still there.
Otherwise, if a Yuanying came, Tu Tai would close his eyes and let him fight for a whole day, and he would not care at all and would kill the opponent with a wave of his hand.
Zhan Tian, who was farther away, just stood there quietly, and no movement could be seen. At the same time, a sword light flashed from somewhere beside Tu Tai, like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity to attack.
Whenever Tu Tai was about to succeed in attacking Da Ling who was close to him, he had to dodge immediately. After several rounds of attacks, Tu Tai was unable to break through the defense line of Da Ling and his two companions.
The situation below was constantly deteriorating, and it was inevitable that Tu Tai, a general of the demon clan, would feel angry.
Both sides are actually dragging their feet now, waiting for the outcome of the battle between the Nine-Sky Ancient Wine Flag and the Great Master, who will decide the fate of the entire Desolate Moon Continent.
However, thirty breaths had passed and still no one had returned from above, which made the four of them very nervous.
Suddenly, a whistling sound came from below the crack of Yinmo Cliff, followed by a thunderous sound.
Tu Tai's expression changed drastically, and he was filled with doubt and uncertainty for a moment. In his consciousness, an unstoppable force was rising madly from under the crack of Yinmo Cliff.
He was very familiar with this aura; it was the power of the space in the barrier between the two worlds, and it contained the familiar aura of the "Boundary Breaking Pearl".
"Someone detonated the 'Boundary Breaking Pearl' in the crack of Yinmo Cliff!"
Several thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning. This kind of thing happening below the crack in Yinmo Cliff was what Tu Tai wanted to see the most and what he wanted to do the most.
However, that voice came from a cultivator from the Wuliang Sect. How could a cultivator from the Wuliang Sect take the initiative to detonate a "Boundary Breaking Pearl"
"Internal support? Drastic changes?"
These two results quickly emerged in Tutai's mind, but then he thought of the name "Wei Chongran".
He had seen this name many times in battle reports. A diehard cultivator of the Wuliang Sect, Tu Tai felt something was wrong when he thought of Wei Chongran's identity.
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Below the cliff, the monks on both sides were fighting extremely fiercely. They had already gone mad with killing intent, and the moment they heard the sound, they paused for a moment.
Then, many Fengliang Mountain monks who still had some strength left did not hesitate at all. After forcing the enemy back with one move, they immediately flew upwards. They did this subconsciously out of their trust in Wei Chongran.
However, there are still many cultivators who are either entangled by the evil cultivators and unable to escape, or have already lost their minds for some reason, and are still madly chasing each other and killing them.
However, this situation only lasted for two breaths, and everything changed completely.
Two breaths later, a devastating aura gushed out from the depths of the Yinmo Cliff crack. As this power rose, the entire Yinmo Cliff crack began to shake violently.
The dark blue fog seemed to be boiling. Large pieces of rock began to fall off the cliffs around the abyss due to the huge earthquake. Loud rumbling sounds were heard incessantly, as if the surrounding areas were collapsing and squeezing towards the center.
The shouts of the monks and the sounds of the magic weapons colliding were drowned out.
At this point, the monks on both sides finally stopped fighting. The monks from Fengliang Mountain took the opportunity to fly upwards regardless of everything, while the group of demon monks were either stunned where they were or took the opportunity to fly upwards. For a moment, no one knew what was happening.
That's because there are more demon cultivators below the crack of Yinmo Cliff who will attack here regardless of the consequences today.
"Has the passage between the two realms been opened? Has the Demon Emperor come in person?"
"Something happened in the passage between the two realms?"
Many thoughts came to the mind of every demon cultivator in the thick fog under the cliff, and they were all a little confused.
So some demon cultivators didn't know whether to take the opportunity to charge upwards, or to risk exploring the way they came...
The Lost Continent, commonly known as the "Demon World".
There were lightning and thunder in the sky, and dark clouds were rolling in the air like monsters. An isolated mountain peak was like a sharp sword piercing the sky.
At this moment, a huge black, white and blue vortex was spinning rapidly in the dark sky.
The three-color vortex has existed in the Lost Continent for tens of millions of years and is firmly controlled by the Black Demon Clan. No immortal sects or families are allowed to exist within a radius of 100,000 miles.
Outside, there is a grand formation set up by the Black Demon Clan at all costs, covering up everything here.
A three-colored vortex spread out under the thick clouds, as large as two hundred miles, and it was rotating slowly.
At this time, rows of neatly-armored soldiers, both men and women, were lined up on the top of Rujian Mountain. Most of these people were at the level of demon soldiers. They looked up at the three-colored vortex, their eyes filled with bloodlust and excitement.
The leader was a demon with a powerful aura. These people were dressed in black armor that flashed with murderous light, and they also looked up at the sky.
Looking at the teams of soldiers who were constantly forming formations and flying into the three-color vortex beside him, his eyes were filled with a strong desire to fight.
Today, they are going to break through the two-world barrier in the three-color vortex in one fell swoop and take over the Desolate Moon Continent on the other side!