Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 237 The Sloppy Old Man

Their mountain-like figures mixed in with the army of mages are extremely eye-catching.

After just a few casual glances, Nie Zhaonan withdrew his gaze nonchalantly and looked towards the two huge coffins on one side.

The two coffins were surrounded by more than a thousand monks of the Hehuan Sect. There were sixteen male and female monks carrying the coffins in the middle, wearing red and green clothes. The coffins were one black and one white, placed side by side. The strong color contrast made the team look a bit weird.

"Yin Yang Demon Corpse! I just wonder which one is stronger, the Yin Evil Blood Corpse or the one I refined?" Seeing such obvious characteristics, Nie Zhaonan couldn't help but think of this name in his mind, and he compared the two with a hint of competitiveness in his heart.

"The Yin Sha Blood Corpse is naturally not strong enough to fight two at the same time, but it should have no problem defeating one of the Yin Yang Demon Corpses." Nie Zhaonan analyzed with some confidence. After all, the materials he used on the Yin Sha Blood Corpse were not just for show.

After a fierce verbal exchange between Mulan and the six people in charge of Tiannan, they negotiated the terms, returned to their respective camps, and began to arrange the duel.

Soon after, some monks were released by the mages after the restrictions on them were removed. At the same time, a group of monks and mages flew out from their camps and began to set up magic arrays in ten places between the two armies.

Logically speaking, even if this was a formation master who was proficient in the art of formations among the cultivators and mages, it would be impossible for him to set up a restriction that could allow Nascent Soul cultivators to fight in the blink of an eye.

However, the simultaneous actions of so many formation masters made up for this, and with the help of various precious materials and some long-prepared formation flags and plates, ten small formations glowing with white light were formed in just a quarter of an hour.

Although the Tiannan side had carefully checked the magic circle, the ten people who participated in the gambling fight, including Han Li, were still trapped in the formation by the sudden explosion of the blood corpse raised by the Tianluo Sect and the activated blood net.

As the six late Nascent Soul cultivators in the open fled high into the sky and deep into the clouds, their figures disappeared.

A great war between tens of thousands of immortal cultivators began.

The noisy and dense sound of spells like bees resounded throughout the world, sometimes high and sometimes low, and then huge light shields slowly rose from both camps.

Large-scale attack secret techniques were launched one after another, and various colored light pillars and raging devilish fires were emitted from the monks' camp one after another, covering the entire mage camp.

The army of mages would not just accept a defeat, and they had prepared their attacking magic in advance. Huge fireballs with a diameter of ten feet and blue ice spears that were several inches thicker than trees condensed in the sky and shot towards the opposite side without any hesitation.

As soon as the magic and spiritual powers of both sides came into contact, there was a continuous rumbling sound of explosions, and waves of fire and ice fog swept across the entire battlefield.

Under such powerful might, even a Nascent Soul cultivator would not dare to step out of the defensive restrictions and arrogantly take these attacks head-on.

Some of the missed attacks were caught by the giant light shield, but the light shield also began to tremble slightly.

Both sides knew that although the forbidden light curtain could block some attacks, if they could not block them completely, both sides would be damaged in the long run.

So, with the tacit orders from the leaders of both sides, the monks and the magic array camps began to slowly move towards each other.

Just when the two sides were only a few hundred feet apart and they could even vaguely see the faces of their enemies, seven soft "puff puff" sounds were first heard from the ranks of the monks.

Seven misty white jade talismans were offered up by seven elders from the Luanming Sect with solemn expressions.

They were exactly seven ancient jade talismans, whose power was beyond the imagination of ordinary cultivators. Unfortunately, the method of refining them had long been lost.

As soon as the jade talisman left his hand, it turned into seven white rainbows and flew towards the sky above the army of mages. After circling rapidly at a height of dozens of feet, seven hot and dazzling white balls emerged.

At the same time, white arcs, like dragons and snakes, extended and meandered downwards.

At this time, countless colorful talismans flashing with various colors flew out from the mage camp and swept towards the sky.

A series of 'booming' sounds of explosions rang out in a white light, with no sign of stopping.

"In such a barren place, these are the only means we can resort to." A black-robed man in the mage camp looked ahead expressionlessly and muttered.

"Haha, Protector Song, please forgive me for laughing. This method cannot compare with the amazing methods of the immortal cultivation world in the Great Jin Dynasty." The burly man in brocade robe standing next to the black-robed man turned his head to glance at the black-robed man and laughed dryly twice, but there was no smile on his face.

The situation was stronger than the man. He was the fourth divine master of Mulan, whose surname was Tian and whose name was Zhong. He had to suppress his anger in the face of the wanton ridicule of the guardian of Tianluo Sect who was one level lower than him in cultivation.

If he didn't need the help of Tianluo Sect to win this war, he wouldn't be like this now, completely lacking the arrogance of a divine master.

The black-robed man withdrew his gaze, as if he had not heard the words of the brocade-robed man. He shook his head and said:

"Han Li from Huangfeng Valley actually participated in the gambling fight. He is now trapped in the Blood Net, one of the six secret techniques of our Tianluo Sect. It seems that there is no hope for him to break free."

The man in black robe paused, thinking back to when he glanced over just now and saw Nie Zhaonan standing in the air in a dark black robe. With a fierce gleam in his eyes, he said:

"I heard that another cultivator in the Yellow Maple Valley is also very extraordinary. Fellow Daoist Zhong even specifically asked you to deal with him. I think you have overestimated him. He is just a cultivator at the peak of the initial stage. Don't bother me. Let me go and meet him."

What he hates most is people who pretend to be profound.

"Okay, in that case, since Dharma Protector Song is interested, I, Tian, ​​have no choice but to give in." The brocade-robed man glanced at Nie Zhaonan opposite him and said without any surprise or joy.

He never took an early cultivator seriously from the beginning to the end. Even if the opponent was a little tricky, he had full confidence that he could kill him. Therefore, he was not too surprised by the black-robed man's sudden impulse.

But after the battle, every time when it was late at night and everyone was asleep, he would recall this scene and feel deeply grateful to the man in black for unintentionally saving his life.

"Hehehe!" The man in black robe laughed strangely, with an expression of excitement on his distorted face.

As the third protector of Tianluo Sect, he has few rivals in the sect with his cultivation level, and his strength is comparable to that of the second-ranked protector Zou.

Occupying the third position is just a disadvantage in terms of seniority. The only one who can suppress him is a late-stage great cultivator in the sect.

He only has a surname, no given name. He was originally a young master from a scholarly family in Dajin, cultivating the noble spirit of the righteous way. However, an unexpected change in his early years changed his temperament and made him fall into the devil's way. He swore that if he met a person who deceived the world and stole the name, he would kill him one by one, and if he met two, he would kill two.

Of course, there are no conditions for judging whether it complies with his oath, it all depends on your feeling.

No matter if they are the elderly, the weak, women, or children who have no cultivation, or the cultivators he meets for the first time, as long as he dislikes them, he will kill them without hesitation, without any regard for the face of his seniors.

His hands are stained with the blood of many innocent people, and he is also considered a notorious demon in Dajin.

As the two sides consciously approached each other and fought fiercely, the army of monks and mages suddenly came into close combat.

Various explosions, roars, and countless shouts and roars echoed continuously, one after another, and the entire battlefield became extremely chaotic.

But in the chaos and fight among tens of thousands of cultivators, there is a hint of order, that is, the two sides in the fight are mostly of similar cultivation, and there are rarely situations where the gap in realm is too big.

Of course, there were also cultivators who were unlucky and were killed on the spot without any resistance by the spells cast by high-level cultivators and mages who were flying by.

Nie Zhaonan saw a yellow light rushing towards him, so he stopped his escape, slowly stood in the air, and looked around.

Song Yu stared at the beautiful woman in red opposite him with his bright eyes, then he raised his jade hand, spread out his slender five fingers, and a crystal blue bottle appeared in the palm of his hand.

Before Song Yu could cast any spell to activate it, the bottle flashed with blue light, and a ball of clear blue spiritual water wrapped the delicate body in it and floated up on its own.

"Spirit bottle? Your life-saving magic weapon is actually such a rare treasure!" The beautiful woman in red showed a hint of surprise on her face and whispered.

Generally speaking, in the world of immortal cultivation, the more bizarre the shape of a treasure, the more strange its effect, making it difficult to guard against.

Bottle-type treasures are even rarer. Unlike simple swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, you can tell at a glance that they are treasures that are good at attacking.

The face of the beautiful woman in red darkened, and suddenly, wisps of fiery red flames emerged from her inconspicuous red clothes. These flames were very different from ordinary flames.

All the flames seemed to have a trace of spirituality, as if they were alive, sometimes scattered, sometimes gathered, and with the activation of the spiritual power in the hands of the beautiful woman in red, after a roll, they turned into countless red giant pythons, and pounced fiercely on Song Yu, who was like a fairy in the water.

The beautiful woman in red was not wearing an ordinary dress, but a rare ancient treasure with fire attribute.

For a mage with such a poor fortune, the fact that she could possess such an ancient treasure showed that this beautiful woman in red was of high status, and she was probably from the Mulan tribe.

Thinking of this, Song Yu's face showed a slight solemnity as he cast a spell, hitting the water spirit bottle in front of him.

After a slight tremor, the treasure emitted a blue light and spurted out countless transparent water droplets from the bottle mouth. The water droplets were not large, only the size of a fingernail.

But as soon as these ordinary water droplets appeared, they expanded and contracted and turned into fish with tails as big as a palm. The scales on the fish's bodies were clearly visible, and they swam towards the other side harmlessly to humans and animals.

As soon as the fire python and the swimming fish came into contact, it was like oil boiling in a raging fire. There were rumbling and popping sounds. As the two continued to be annihilated and disappeared, a hot mist formed at the intersection of the two. In the confrontation between water and fire, as the gap between the two in terms of cultivation was not big, it was unclear who had the upper hand for a while.

Nie Zhaonan did not look at it too worriedly, and shifted his gaze to the next battlefield that he was concerned about.

Seventy-two Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords danced and circled like a gust of wind, forming a green tornado that was as real as a substance and trapped a Mulan Nascent Soul Master inside it.

Of course, this was not a simple dance of flying swords, but an extremely ingenious sword formation, meticulously designed by Xin Ruyin, a master of formations.

Although it cannot fight across levels like the Da Geng Sword Formation in the Qing Yuan Sword Art, it is more than enough to trap a cultivator of the same level and prevent him from escaping.

The great master Mulan used a purple cloud to protect himself tightly inside, resisting the green sword lights and flying swords that attacked from all around from time to time.
At the same time, he controlled a four-pointed magic weapon, which turned into a giant brick over ten feet long. It whistled and smashed towards the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords around it.

But the Green Bamboo Fengyun Sword is not an ordinary magic weapon after all. It is made of ten thousand year old golden thunder bamboo, and there are a total of seventy-two of them. Even if it is not mixed with rare materials such as refined crystals and Geng essence to strengthen the flying sword, it can withstand the bombardment of the giant bricks with its own power.

Several flying swords were knocked back, but the swords were still intact without any damage.

After a slight pause and a flash of green light, it flew back again, and the sword light attacked Master Mulan even more fiercely.

The great master Mulan was completely trapped by the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword summoned by Nie Ying and was unable to escape. He seemed to be at a complete disadvantage.

However, Nie Ying himself, with a dark ancient mirror on his head, was engaged in a fierce battle with the tall and thin bald old man. He did not pay much attention to Master Dashan who was besieged by flying swords.

He was actually fighting against two people alone, and it seemed that he had the upper hand.

On the other side, Chen Qiaoqian's situation was similar to Nie Ying's. She was fighting against two great masters of Mulan and did not show any sign of difficulty.

Nie Ying and the other two girls practiced some of the best top-level skills in the human world, and their own magic weapons are also unmatched by others. They have achieved such results just by relying on their own magic weapons and ancient treasures. They have not used all their magical powers, but still have some trump cards and spare strength.

Seeing the performance of the three women, the slight worry in Nie Zhaonan's heart disappeared without a trace. It seemed that after being with him for a long time, the women all understood the way of being steady.

Afterwards, Nie Zhaonan confirmed the locations of Old Monster Linghu and Cheng Lu from the Luoyun Sect before he retracted his gaze and looked at the person who was rushing towards him.

This person was a sloppy old man with a pale face and no beard, wearing a yellow short cloth shirt. He looked like a beggar on the street.

But the aura he exuded was that of the peak of the middle Nascent Soul stage. Even though he was one of the most advanced cultivators in the entire battlefield, he was now heading straight for Nie Zhaonan.

No one knew that he had a great opportunity in his early years and luckily obtained an extraordinary secret technique of exploration from an ancient site.

This secret technique is not for detecting the cultivation level of a cultivator, and is not very useful in combat, but it can be used to detect the precious light on a cultivator's body or in his storage bag, thereby judging the approximate situation of the treasures he possesses.

(End of this chapter)