Immortal Abode Beast Taming

Chapter 460 Sword Cry
The war was about to break out, but Cui Dongcheng received a message at this time. Fang Qingyuan told him before that he would arrive early, but he never contacted Cui Dongcheng again. Now Cui Dongcheng can delay asking questions at this time, which is considered calm. Angry.

Fang Qingyuan used his spiritual consciousness to connect with the token in his arms. The function of this token was similar to the original concentric hammer. The two tokens could transmit some information to each other, but the range was limited and could only be within a hundred miles.

Now that the token is vibrating, it means that Fang Qingyuan is within a hundred miles. This alone is enough for Cui Dongcheng to feel at ease.

On the token, Cui Dongcheng's meaning is also very simple, that is, when Xiong Feng is asked to take action next, he can do it according to Cui Dongcheng's request.

This is also a reasonable request. After Fang Qingyuan responded with his spiritual consciousness on the token, the token fell silent.

This operation was not known to outsiders, and Fang Qingyuan still had time to observe the nearby monks.

Most of the monks' expressions were dull, and they seemed to be used to this. Only some young faces showed nervousness, and they were obviously not used to the large formation of thousands of people.

Some people are scared, and some are excited, but these different mentalities and emotions are all covered up by the body of the mirage dragon.

The huge mirage hovered over the 6,000-person military formation of the Fantasy Sword Alliance. At this time, any personal emotions in the military formation became irrelevant.

Cui Dongcheng finally appeared. He was in the center of the military formation, and the mirage dragon flag stood beside him.

Next to Cui Dongcheng, there is a withered old man. This is the current leader of the Fantasy Sword Alliance, Cui Yuanchen.

Cui Yuanchen's face was a little pale. The continuous wars over the years had also been too much for him as a Jindan monk. He was in the middle stage of Jindan, and his cultivation level was not as high as Cui Dongcheng's.

But with the Nascent Soul Ancestor at the top, his cultivation realm is no longer the most important thing. As the leader of the Fantasy Sword Alliance, he has too many things to worry about.

"Have help been contacted?"

Under the huge flags, Cui Yuanchen asked softly. Cui Dongcheng, who was still focused on the mirage hovering above, quickly answered:
"It's already here, but I don't know where it is yet. But the other party is not a person who changes his mind temporarily. We also signed the contract at the beginning. If he regrets it, he will suffer."

"Hey, it's really helpless to end up like this, but what can you and I do? You have to walk your own path from now on."

After a brief sigh of emotion, Cui Yuanchen gently touched the bronze oil lamp hidden in his arms, with a complicated expression on his face.

But Cui Dongcheng hesitated to speak, and finally fell into deliberate calm.

There is no one else around the two of them, but even so, some words cannot be said directly, some things are not worth mentioning, and there are no three or two. Once they are called, Qianjin cannot stop it.

As time passed, the 8,000-man military formation of the Baishan Sword Sect in the distance also advanced to the front of the Ruijin League.

Facing the Ruijin Alliance's unusually large military formation, many monks from the Baishan Sword Sect felt in disbelief.

For ten years, Ruijin League has been adopting a passive defense. Except for the initial confrontation between the two sides, the rest of the time was a boring war of attrition.

Is it going to be a life and death battle today?

This thought flashed through the minds of many monks. After the excitement, they felt relief. They had had enough of this kind of life.

"Five Elements Sword Formation, open!"

No nonsense, as orders came from the Baishan Sword Sect's military formation, the five five-element sword pillars carried by the giant camel turtle all rose into the air and turned into five huge sword shadows fifty feet long. It made a mysterious arc and smashed towards the Ruijin Allied Formation in the distance.

And in the sky above the Ruijin Allied Forces Formation in the distance, a golden magic sword also appeared, which blocked the blow abruptly.

This scene made the monks of the Fantasy Sword Alliance very excited. However, with this dazzling scene, the faces of many monks in the 8,000-person military formation suddenly turned pale.

"Quickly, take the Qi-restoring elixir, and don't resist the command flag in your hand extracting mana from your body. Hold on."

Voices of encouragement and coercion appeared in every corner of the Baishan Sword Sect. The price paid for such a powerful blow was that all the mana in the bodies of many monks was drained, but even so, the 'Wanxiang Sword Formation' could not It will not be satisfied, it is thirsty for more mana.

"Boom boom boom!"

After five consecutive blasts, the battle was officially launched.

After the Baishan Sword Sect and the Ruijin League faced off, the Fantasy Sword League was not idle, and chose to attack the turtle shell of the Houtu League. However, the huge mirage dragon was not suitable for attacking. Facing the Houtu League, The protective formation set up by the Turkish League made the battle between the two sides more like a routine matter.

Unlike the Baishan Sword Sect and the Ruijin Alliance, where new hatreds are added to old hatreds, and there is also a dispute over ideas on the road of swordsmanship. Both sides want to kill each other, so how can they hold back.

So it was really hot right from the start, and the scene was really extremely hot.

There was another fierce clash of giant swords, and some of the miscellaneous monks at the corners of the Baishan Sword Sect's military formation fell silently.

They were all withered, and all their mana and origin had been absorbed by the command flags in their hands, becoming capital for the Baishan Sword Sect to consume as much as they wanted.

"Ah, I can't stand it anymore, I want to go home!"

A cry sounded, but the next moment, a sharp sword light flashed, and the monk who broke down and shouted was beheaded with one blow.

"If you dare to shake the morale of the army, you will end up like this. If you put down the token, you will die immediately. Keep pumping mana into the token, don't stop."

Several monks wearing the costumes of the core disciples of the Baishan Sword Sect looked at everyone coldly. One of them pulled out the sword in his hand. It seemed that this person had just drawn the sword.

This kind of situation can be seen everywhere in the corners of the Baishan Sword Sect military formation. In the military formation of 8,000 people, there are many low-level monks. Many of them are participating in this level of war for the first time. It can also be seen from this that Baishan The situation of the Sword Sect has reached such a state.

The bloody pressure shocked everyone, so everyone could only continue to channel mana into the greedy flag with fear.

Compared with the Baishan Sword Sect, which has begun to die, the situation on the Fantasy Sword League side is not bad. Although the scale of the command flag in Fang Qingyuan's hand has been turned to the fifth level, it can still be sustained for many monks in the middle and late stages of Qi training. live.

However, Fang Qingyuan's thoughts were not here at this time. Because he had practiced the soul method "Yindu Black Law Soul Binding Curse", he seemed to be particularly sensitive to the soul's yin energy. At this time, he discovered something unusual. The place.

Just when the Baishan Sword Sect started killing people, Fang Qingyuan discovered that the soul of the dead monk did not immediately dissipate into the heaven and earth, but was attracted by the earth and sank into the land. The soul of the Qi Practitioner is very thin because it has not been established, and it is basically unable to achieve the level of a Yin Shen leaving the body.

Because the Foundation Establishment Monk has passed the Foundation Establishment Pass, his soul and body complement each other. As his cultivation deepens, his soul will become more powerful. Even when his body dies, he can still stay in the world for a short time. Even if it happens just right If you meet a suitable Qi-training monk, you can forcefully try the trick of seizing a body and being reborn.

The soul of a Golden Core cultivator is even more powerful. After the physical body dies, as long as the soul can be preserved, it can survive in the world, and even turn to the ghost path and have a chance to pursue the great path.

It's just that these are not allowed by Dazhou Academy, but no matter what, the higher the cultivation level, the stronger the soul. When they reach the Nascent Soul realm, the death of the physical body is no longer unacceptable, and they can completely change to another physical body. , As long as the Nascent Soul is immortal, this monk cannot talk about real death.

Because of the ban imposed by Dazhou Academy, many monks were very unfamiliar with the practice of soul path, so that the situation that Fang Qingyuan could observe did not attract anyone's attention at all.

Of course, this is also Fang Qingyuan's true cultivation level. Even among the more than 20,000 monks in the audience, he is still among the top few. But he does not believe that this kind of thing cannot be seen and discovered by the leaders of the parties.

Do you not care, or do you dare not ask?
At this time, Fang Qingyuan thought of the Lord of the White Mountain. Faced with the unusual way of disappearing his soul, Fang Qingyuan was the first to suspect him.

What is the specific purpose of the ten-year war? If it is a war started by conflict, it can end in two or three years at most. But if it has been fought for ten years, is it possible that it is for this dead soul?
Fang Qingyuan stopped his speculation. Does Dazhou Academy know about this? Dazhou Academy must be aware of the problem that even Fang Qingyuan can see.

But the fact that this matter can be continued for ten years shows that Dazhou Academy does not want to take care of it, or has no right to take care of it at all.

This is Baishan's internal affairs, and Da Zhou Academy can't get involved.

This time, it was not in vain. Taking advantage of the moment when many monks died, Fang Qingyuan finally saw clearly some of the deep secrets hidden in the Baishan Mountain.

The war is still raging, but Fang Qingyuan's mentality has changed. The previous relaxed and carefree mood is no longer there. Now he just wants to rush back to his Qingyuan Sect and practice alone, and does not want to participate in such a dangerous thing.

But things went against expectations. At this moment, bursts of cheers came from the Ruijin League in the distance. Fang Qingyuan looked intently and found a huge figure appearing in the sky above the Ruijin League. This person's face was blurred and his whole body was like smoke. But Raising his hands and feet, the sword that could only be used for blocking was swung with great charm. In just three or five moves, the precarious formation was stabilized.

"Ruijin Alliance Yuanying? He died personally. Doesn't it mean that the Yuanying on Baishan Mountain can't come down now?"

This doubt immediately flashed in Fang Qingyuan's mind, and he also understood that Cui Dongcheng really didn't want him to take advantage.

Fighting against Yuanying monks and fighting against Jindan monks using Yuanying magic weapons are two completely different concepts.

Fang Qingyuan originally thought he was going to deal with the Ruijin Alliance formation, but now it seems that he is about to face the Ruijin Alliance Nascent Soul.

Thinking of this, Fang Qingyuan observed more carefully. Speaking of which, this was the first time he saw the Nascent Soul of the Ruijin Alliance.

But what has descended now is only his Dharma body descended through the bronze oil lamp, while his real physical body is still on the White Mountain.

But even so, Ruijin Alliance Yuanying's combat power can still be exerted by 70%, and even with the infinite mana blessing of the military formation below, it can exert power that the original physical body cannot achieve.

The moment he saw the Nascent Soul of the Ruijin Alliance coming out, the Golden Core cultivator who had closed his eyes with his sword in the White Mountain Sword Sect suddenly opened his eyes at this moment.

His face became surprised, and then he asked a white-haired old man next to him:
"Master holding the lamp, can you contact the ancestor now?"

The lamp-holder respectfully took out a bronze lamp, wiped it gently with the palm of his hand, and used a secret method to contact it. However, after a few breaths, the lamp still showed no response at all.

At this point, the sword-holding Golden Pill cultivator's heart sank, and he knew something had happened.

Seeing that the army formation on the opposite side was dominated by visitors and came in force, the sword-holding golden elixir respectfully said to the man holding the magic sword:
"Please take the baby out of its sheath!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an ancient magic sword that was as blazing as fire, as sharp as gold, and carrying a strong killing intent was automatically drawn out of the scabbard and lay horizontally in the air.

The golden elixir cultivator holding the sword stretched out his hand to hold the sword, and an unnatural paleness flashed across his face. At this moment, he felt that all his life-long mana was about to be drained away.

But fortunately, the military formation of 8,000 people around him fed him a steady stream of mana, which prevented him from falling immediately.

"Please baby, turn around!"

With another request, this fourth-level mid-level magic sword, carrying this golden elixir, suddenly flew into the air, and then slashed at the huge figure approaching.

A hundred-foot-long sword energy appeared across the sky, with boundless killing intent, and sliced ​​away at the body of Ruijin Alliance's Nascent Soul.

"Xuanli Sword? Haha, you've come so well. You should have changed your master long ago."

With a loud laugh, the Yuanying of the Ruijin Alliance was happy and not afraid. If the Yuanying of the Baishan Sword Sect came in person with this sword, he would naturally not dare to take away its edge, but with a Golden Core cultivator as the master, why should he be afraid?

So the Yuanying of the Ruijin Alliance held the huge magic sword condensed by the Ruijin Alliance's formation, and faced the incoming sword energy, and stepped forward forcefully.

The art of sword control is nothing more than three types: soul possession, guidance, and response. But no matter what, monks are still the main ones. Unlike now, the sword spirit instinct of Xuanli Sword is superior to the master. Although It can also display some of the strength of the Nascent Soul Sword, but against a real Nascent Soul monk, the gap cannot be covered up.

The Xuanli Sword was originally the sword of the Yuanying ancestor of the Baishan Sword Sect, but when he went up to the Baishan Mountain, he did not choose to bring this sword with him. This was because nothing on the Baishan Mountain could come down, leaving the Xuanli Sword behind. Sects are more useful.

However, in the face of the thousand-year change caused by the fall of the Lord of Baishan, Xuanli Sword was not brought up the mountain, and I don’t know what the feeling in the heart of Yuanying of Baishan Sword Sect is like now.

Xuanli Sword's intelligence was only that of a three-year-old child. If the master could not suppress him, he could only let him attack wildly and squander the total amount of mana accumulated in the military formation.

It was another fierce fight, but the result was not very obvious. The boundless killing intent brought by the Xuanli Sword was vented most of it into the surrounding void by Ruijin Alliance Nascent Soul through exquisite techniques. It was truly Those who fought against the Ruijin Allied Forces were very few.

In the military formations of both sides, monks fell silently every moment. Every battle between the Xuanli Sword and the Yuanying of the Ruijin Alliance ruthlessly consumed the lives of these consumables.

Just when a person died to a certain point, the leader of the Baishan Sword Sect, Zeng Zongzong, suddenly looked ecstatic. He held up the bronze oil lamp in his hand and asked loudly:
"Please come to me with your ancestor's Dharma!"

There's still a little bit missing, so I'll make it up right away. Wait a moment and I'll make up for it in two updates.

(End of this chapter)