On the Eleventh Sea, the wind roared, and the majestic spiritual power collided and shattered on this boundless sea.
Four geniuses of the younger generation guarded the Quartet Concentration Formation, resisting the army of 100,000 demon clans, and the war belonging to the peerless power started in another dimension. These Venerables tear space again and again, break space again and again, and tear it again.
The small islands on the sea were affected by the power of the powerful people from the space, and they sank to the bottom of the sea one by one.
Even the boundless sea can contain all things, and it can be seen that these sea waters are rolled up by powerful forces, forming tornadoes and tsunamis, and then being baked and evaporated by even more powerful forces.
Luo Jianqing was guarding the position of Qinglong, and he could hear loud noises from far away. He was holding the Xuanling Sword in his right hand and the Mingguang Blue Jade Pearl in his left hand. His heart was already aching, but he was very calm on the surface. He led the remaining 6,000 people to repair and continued to maintain this Quartet Concentration Array. .
The power on the Mingguang sapphire beads continued to spread, and the green lotuses fell from the sky, causing the army of tens of thousands of monsters to be suppressed and destroyed.
The longer the time passed, the more anxious Luo Jianqing became.
He didn't know who the opponents Xuan Lingzi encountered were demons, but he knew that no matter how high his master was, even if he didn't have the sword of life, his strength would definitely be greatly reduced. Under such circumstances, assuming that Xuan Lingzi meets Du Jue Tian Lao... the situation will be very dangerous!
When Luo Jianqing was anxious, he heard a buzzing sound!
The Mingguang Sapphire Bead trembled slightly, and a little white light flashed from the slit where the bead was cracked. Luo Jianqing's eyes shrank, and he turned his hand and took back the Mingguang cyan jade bead. At the same time, he raised the Xuanling sword and pulled it out with ease.
Zheng!
A slender and cold sword shone brightly in the sunlight, as if it was made of ice, and there was a cold light on the sword. Not as warm as the Mingguang sapphire pearl, the Taihua sword was so sharp that it cut through the air as soon as it was unsheathed, sending out a very fine sword groan.
The monk on the side looked at this scene in surprise and asked, "Fellow Daoist Luo, who are you?"
Luo Jianqing frowned and said calmly: "My master's sword is half a fairy weapon, enough to deal with it."
The cultivator originally wanted to ask something more, but looking at Luo Jianqing's cold and solemn appearance, he had to take his question back.
Luo Jianqing raised the Xuanling Sword and pointed it at the monsters. Whenever he swung the sword, the sword light would sweep through a large army of monsters and cut the heads of countless monsters. When ten eighth-order monsters saw this, they roared and rushed towards Luo Jianqing. Luo Jianqing fought one against ten without fear.
Not to mention that he is now in the tribulation stage, even if he is still in the fusion stage, he will never be afraid of these four monsters who are also in the fusion stage.
Time passed by one minute and one second, Luo Jianqing was already numb.
What makes a war exhausting is not necessarily the hardships of the war, nor the difficulty of the war, but the torment of the will of the people that the war continues. Luo Jianqing felt that he must have killed more than 10,000 monsters, maybe 20,000. However, the army of demonic beasts in Wu Yingyao seems to be unable to kill them no matter how hard they kill them. If they kill one, there will be two, and if they have killed two, there will be four!
Luo Jianqing swung the Xuanling Sword countless times and cut off the heads of twenty-three monsters again.
Just when he was about to swing his sword again, he heard a sound of breaking wind from a distance, his eyes lit up, and he quickly looked around. I saw a white figure flying towards me quickly from the distant sea and sky.
The man's stature was not burly and tall, but in his right hand was a huge white wolf whose life and death were unknown.
Luo gradually opened his eyes wide, watching this person appear. When this person appeared, all the middle-level monsters retreated in horror, and the ground-level monsters were also shocked by the opponent's powerful coercion.
When Xuan Lingzi moved his right hand, he threw the blood-covered white wolf onto the sea level. He didn't know what spell he had performed. The giant wolf was lying on the sea water, bleeding all over his body.
Luo Jianqing looked at the familiar white wolf and recognized who it was at first sight.
However, before he had time to be surprised, when he looked up again, he saw Xuan Lingzi flying in front of him.
A handsome face was stained with a little blood, Luo Jianqing's eyes moved from Xuan Lingzi's face to his chin, and finally stopped at his left shoulder, the whole person was startled all of a sudden, and then said subconsciously: " Master, you are injured!" After speaking, Luo Jianqing quickly supported Xuan Lingzi.
His white robe was already wet with blood, and the mottled blood lined the pure white brocade robe, which was shocking.
Xuan Lingzi shook his head: "No big deal."
Luo Jianqing tightened his fingers, hesitated for a moment, and finally didn't say anything in front of so many people.
So far, the battle has lasted for eighteen days.
Qinglong won the first victory. With Xuan Lingzi there, Luo Jianqing quickly controlled the Qinglong formation and captured all the thousands of remaining monsters. Among them, 3,000 monsters were slashed by the sword, and tens of thousands of monsters surrendered directly and had no intention of fighting again.
At the same time, on the Xuanwu position, Xing Wei encountered the Xuanwu formation controlled by the monks of Guiyuanzong, and there was nothing he could do.
If you hit them, they just sit down and recite the scriptures; if you hit them with all your strength, they still sit down and read the scriptures!
A basalt formation was guarded into a complete turtle shell by this group of monks. Not to mention whether it could be broken, it was impossible to even be injured.
Xing Wei only spent a lot of spiritual energy, and he was beaten for three whole days without being injured; and the monks headed by Lingshang Master also recited Buddha at ease and did not attack.
As for the White Tiger formation, the situation was much more critical.
The Patriarch of the Bai Family is the only one of the eight great aristocratic families who has reached the Great Perfection in the later stage of Mahayana. Looking at the human race, his strength can also be ranked fifth. But now in front of him, it is the Demon Venerable Yin Ji!
Yin Ji, although she is the last of the Four Demon Lords, but with her research on the formation and her many tricks, she can be said to be the most difficult one of the Four Demon Lords.
In today's cultivation world, apart from the deceased Mozun Mo Qianqiu, the oldest person is the Patriarch of the Bai Family. However, compared to Yin Ji, the ancestor of the Bai family was only a junior. A thousand years ago, Yin Ji had shined brightly on the battlefield of the two clans.
When fighting against Xing Wei, the Patriarch of the Bai family wielded a long spear, transformed into a white phoenix, and roared towards Yin Ji. Although it is impossible to win, but relying on the four directions, the ancestor of the Bai family can barely fight with Yin Ji, dragging her footsteps and making her unable to succeed.
However, no matter what kind of attack the ancestor of the Bai family made, Yin Ji could immediately find the easiest way to defend against his attack. Every time the snake tail swung hard, nearly ten thousand cultivators in the White Tiger rank looked tense, always worrying that Yin Ji would break the four-way concentration formation.
In the entire Eleventh Sea, the most anxious battle situation is the Suzaku position.
Du Jue Tian Lao lives in the depths of the demon world all year round, rarely revealing his strength, but no one dares to look down on him. More than a thousand years ago, when the demon clan still had a heavenly rank demon, Dujue Tian Lao obviously only had the peak of the earth rank, but the heavenly rank demons gave him a bit of face at that time.
Today, Dujue Tianlao has already stepped into the heavenly rank.
This hunched white-haired old man stood in front of nearly 10,000 people Xiu, raised the pale yellow wooden cane in his hand and moved it lightly, the ground shook and the mountains swelled, and the sea swelled. Venerable Hao Xingzi and several other Venerables joined forces to resist, but they could only barely block Du Jue Tianlao's attack, taking a slight advantage.
This war is a war of attrition. Dujue Tianlao's demon power is in an endless stream, but Venerable Hao Xingzi is gradually showing signs of decline. If things go on like this, Dujue Tianlao will definitely be able to defeat the Suzaku-rank formation, thus breaking the Quartet Concentration Formation.
Du Jue Tian Lao looked calm, instilling the heroic spiritual power in this boundless sea, attacking the human army led by Xiang Hao Xingzi. In the evening of this day, as usual, he attacked unhurriedly, saving his strength, until he suddenly moved, and his eyes looked in the east direction in surprise.
The monster army that attacked the Qinglong position was defeated!
Du Juetian's old gray brows furrowed tightly, he roared angrily, and suddenly withdrew his crutches, his right hand forming a fist. At this moment, everyone Xiu discovered that when Du Jue Tian Lao's robe slowly fell from his wrist, the muscles he hid in his clothes were so strong!
The huge muscles qiu formed into a block, and the fierce force was full of strong visual impact, making everyone stunned.
"Ten thousand wood withered vines, this is the only one!"
Boom!
The terrifying demon power formed a huge mountain in the air, covering the sky!
Thousands of monks on the sea looked at this giant mountain in horror, and saw that the dark demon power formed a giant hand at the bottom of the mountain! Calling it a mountain, it was actually more like a big hand condensed from rocks. On the back of the hand was a big mountain with no summit, but the palm of the hand grabbed it straight at the thousands of cultivators.
Hao Xingzi shrank his eyes and shouted, "Yunmo, come with the sword!"
Zuo Yunmo immediately picked up the Taihua sword, and with the right hand of Venerable Hao Xingzi, the Taihua sword turned into a stream of light and flew to his palm.
The old and white-haired Venerable, holding a long sword, fought against this giant mountain with only one person and one sword.
"Qingyang is the order, Taihua is the sword."
I saw a huge sword shadow emerge from the Taihua sword. This sword is a hundred feet wide and ten thousand feet long. When this sword shadow was formed, there were bursts of thunder in the sky, and a silver-white thunderbolt fell from the sky and hit the sword shadow, causing the emptiness of the sword shadow to condense into a real thing, exuding a majestic power .
"The third form of Taihua Sword, run to Lei Qingtian!"
When the mountain collided with the giant sword, the sea was shaken out of a vacuum of a hundred zhang radius. Countless cultivators stepped back one after another, and Zuo Yunmo, whose cultivation base was only in the late stage of fusion, almost fell out of the center of the Suzaku seat, but he gritted his teeth and blocked his body with his sword, forcibly from this terrifying place. Steady down in the shock wave.
This collision, the giant sword pierced the mountain, but the sword shadow also shattered instantly.
Venerable Hao Xingzi spat out a mouthful of blood, and Du Jue Tian Lao's face was also pale, and his lips were bleeding.
And Zuo Yunmo behind Hao Xingzi was even more like golden paper. He pursed his lips tightly, but when he heard the sound of "click", the long sword in his hand broke inch by inch and became pieces!
Hao Xingzi turned around in horror: "Yunmo!"
Fresh blood continued to flow out of Zuo Yunmo's mouth. He raised his hand to wipe the blood, but the blood continued to flow down. Zuo Yunmo turned his hand and took out an elixir from Najie and swallowed it directly. He slightly raised the corners of his lips, showing a warm smile, and said in a hoarse voice, "Master, disciple... It's okay."
The sword of life is broken, how can it be okay
But now, being able to hold the Suzaku position is more important than the injury of a late-stage cultivator.
Hao Xingzi was also unable to check Zuo Yunmo's injury. He raised the Taihua sword and confronted the Dujue Tian Lao again. The two fought back and forth in the void space, shattered the space, and continued to fight on the Eleventh Sea.
Hao Xingzi couldn't compete with Du Jue Tian Lao at all, seeing that Du Jue Tian Lao found an opportunity to attack Zuo Yunmo directly.
Right in the midst of this lightning bolt!
A golden sword light rushed from the distant sky, cut through the sea, collided with the monster attack of Dujue Tianlao, and shattered together.
Du Jue Tian Lao's body froze, and he slowly turned his head to look at the person who came.
Xuan Lingzi still has three claw marks with deep visible bones on his left shoulder, but his expression is very calm. He looked at the white-haired old man in front of him calmly, and said lightly, "You are alone, the general situation is set."
Dujue Tianlao's eyes turned on Xuan Lingzi and the monk in green beside him, and then he said calmly, "If Jin Li was still there, this time the outcome would never be like this."
Xuan Lingzi said: "But he is not there."
Du Jue Tian Lao was silent for a long time, and finally sighed, turning his head to look at the many beasts who were stunned behind him. Then he looked down at the sea, the corpses of monsters that had not yet been crushed by himself, Hao Xingzi and others. After a long time, he looked up at Xuan Lingzi and said, "The monsters lose, the humans win. ."
The short six words whizzed past in the bitter sea breeze and gradually disappeared.
Luo Jianqing's eyes were slightly stunned, only to feel that he heard something wrong just now, didn't seem to catch any key words, and it seemed that what he heard just now was just an illusion.
Xuan Lingzi turned his eyes and glanced at his disciple, and quietly raised the corners of his lips, showing a rare smile, but quickly concealed it. He looked at Dujuetianlao and said, "My human race does not want victory."
Du Juetian's expression darkened slightly: "Then what do you want?"
Xuan Lingzi raised his right hand, and a huge white giant wolf appeared in his hand.
Du Jue Tian Lao's pupils shrank, and before he spoke, he only heard Xuan Lingzi say, "What the human race wants is that the demon race has no power to fight back."
"Xuan Lingzi, you dare!"
boom!
The golden sword light passed through the heart of the giant wolf's back, and then sprang out from his chest. The scarred white wolf trembled all over, reluctantly opened his eyes, and looked at Dujuetian Lao, who was full of anger in front of him.
"Heaven... God is old..."
Du Jue Tian Lao's face was flushed, and he roared angrily: "Xuan Lingzi!"
The giant wolf looked at Tianlao stupidly, and found that the latter did not pay attention to himself, but just stared at the man who smashed his demon pill with resentful eyes. The giant wolf was silent for a moment, a white light flashed, turned into a human figure, and fell into the sea.
Xuan Lingzi took up the long sword, pointed at Dujue Tianlao, and said with a cold expression: "In addition to the demon pill of the name, my human race also needs a dangerous demon pill."
Luo Jianqing will probably never forget this day in his life.
The monster race and the human race have been fighting for many years, and the elite geniuses between the two races have been killed and injured countless times.
Tens of thousands of years ago, there were nearly a hundred heavenly rank demons in the demon clan, and there were countless people in the human clan who could become immortals. But now, in the entire Xuantian Continent, there is only Xuan Lingzi, the only monk in the transformation stage, and the only one who is the only one.
No one knows why the war started, only that once the war begins, it cannot be stopped.
Not only for resources, but also for the hundreds of millions of compatriots who died between the two races.
When the night falls, the Terran wins in an all-round way. Xuan Lingzi's sword pierced Hao Zhan's demon pill, forcing Du Jue Tian Lao to agree to a truce, willing to discuss with the human race how to divide the resource territory again, and how to get along between the two races in the future.