The Heavens: From Knowing Whether You Rule the World

Chapter 192 The decisive battle in Tiannan (I)!
Yu State.

The rays of light flickered and the sound of drums boomed.

One after another, Mulan magicians activated their magic weapons and dispersed towards the border.

Monk Tiannan, who had been in charge of watching, saw this scene and hurriedly sent back a sound transmission note.

After a moment, a long bell sounded, and the Tiannan monks who had already gathered their strength activated their magic weapons one by one, transforming into countless rainbows that soared into the sky and rushed towards a place that covered the entire sky.

Han Li, dressed in a green robe, stood in the air, looking at the scene of the impending murder with a heavy expression on his face.

It’s nothing, the decisive battle is here!

To the south of Tiannan, there are two large grasslands, one is Mulan Grassland and the other is Tianlan Grassland.

Among the three major areas for cultivating immortals, Tiannan is the northernmost, Tianlan Grassland is the southernmost, and Mulan Grassland is sandwiched between the two. It has the worst geographical location. It has to guard against both the Tianlan people who are also a nomadic people in the south, and the powerful Tiannan people in the north.

In recent years, the Mulan people have become increasingly weak and are even in danger of extinction.

In order to have a spiritual land for recuperation and development, the Mulan people simply burned their boats and went all out, taking advantage of the infighting among the four major alliances in Tiannan to invade Tiannan.

At first, the Mulan people came with such force that the Ten-Nation Alliance, which was responsible for resisting the Mulan people, was caught off guard. They suffered repeated defeats and lost a lot of land.

Fortunately, the three great cultivators of Tiannan reacted very quickly and immediately reached a consensus on external intentions, thus stopping the trend of internal strife.

The three great cultivators worked together and ordered the Yuanying cultivators of Tiannan to rush to the front line to fight. They managed to stabilize the situation in a short time and even showed signs of counterattack.

However, things are not that simple.

The gap between Tiannan and Mulan seems big, but in fact it is not that big.

Mulan wanted to exterminate the race, so more than a hundred Nascent Soul cultivators had to come out in full force for a do-or-die battle, full of fighting spirit.

Tiannan is different.

Although there seemed to be more than 300 Nascent Soul cultivators in the south of Tiannan, in fact, the Nascent Soul monsters further north all had an attitude of "it's none of my business" and were unwilling to contribute at all.

Even if the three great cultivators were summoned, they could not force them too hard. They could only force them appropriately with the condition of "helping Tiannan at least once".

And it is not difficult to take action once.

Those Yuanying-stage monsters to the north had already met all the requirements and returned to their sects to recuperate.

As a result, the ones who actually participated in the war were the cultivators from the east, west and south. Excluding those old guys who were in seclusion and those who were just doing nothing, there were only about a hundred Nascent Soul cultivators stationed at the border.

In addition, Tiannan was originally a temporary alliance of four major alliances, and there were too many internal conflicts and factionalism.

With so many interfering factors, the three hundred Nascent Soul cultivators were actually in a stalemate with Mulan Grassland, and it was difficult to determine the winner.

The two sides were in a stalemate. Tiannan was not afraid, but the Mulan people were afraid that Tianlan Grassland would launch a surprise attack on their rear.

To this end, he used more than a thousand captured monks supporting the border and some treasures, and used threats and inducements to bring about a gambling battle among the Nascent Soul monks, intending to end the fight as soon as possible.

Those monks were captured in order to delay Mulan's offensive. If they were not rescued, it would really dishearten the monks in Tiannan, and the monks in the border areas would never dare to fight to the death.

The three great monks had no choice but to agree to the gambling battle.

The so-called gambling battle is a one-on-one killing between twenty Nascent Soul cultivators.

In the gambling fight, the loser will die.

After the gambling fight is over, the final battle will be launched to decide the winner.

The stakes are on the fortunes of both parties for the next thousands or even tens of thousands of years!

The defeated side has lost a lot of foundation and it will take thousands of years for it to recover, so it will basically be half-wasted.

The southern part of Tiannan had a good foundation, but it has been in decline for thousands of years.

Mulan’s foundation is not that good, and if they lose, their race will basically be exterminated.

This is a decisive battle!
The losing side will not only lose ten Nascent Soul cultivators, but will also lose thousands of years of foundation and decline completely.

The bet is done!

Han Li, for a palm-sized lump of Gengjin, he volunteered to become one of the ten Nascent Soul cultivators participating in the life-and-death gamble.

Five-colored spiritual light was everywhere, and clear chirping and long whistling sounds rose one after another.

Monk Tiannan and Master Mulan stopped abruptly when they were more than ten miles apart and watched with hostility.

One side has no way to retreat and must fight to the death to give its people a chance to survive and avoid extinction. The other side has lived in its homeland for a long time and will not allow foreign enemies to invade, so their morale is equally high.

The two sides have not yet taken action, but the terrifying murderous aura has already spread.

Han Li floated in the air, looking coldly at the army of mages in the distance.

At a glance, there were patches of rosy clouds on the opposite side, and in each patch of rosy clouds there were hundreds of Dharmas gathered.

And this kind of glow stretched for more than ten miles.

He couldn't help but make a rough estimate.

"Sixty or seventy thousand!"

Even though he had seen the vast world of Chaos Star Sea, Han Li couldn't help but frown.

The main forces of both sides have not arrived yet, but 60,000 to 70,000 monks have already gathered. If the main forces arrive, I'm afraid there will be a fight among more than 100,000 monks.

The Chaos Star Sea is rich in resources, and the Tianxing City is also magnificent and vast, but the battle between the Star Palace and the Anti-Star Alliance is relatively scattered and not as shocking as this bloody battle.

High-level monks who were hard to see in the past are now everywhere.

All the cultivators in sight have started from the Foundation Establishment Stage. Even those who are Jindan Zhenren are not very noticeable. It is not an exaggeration to call them minions.

There were two or three hundred Yuanying ancestors who were rare in a hundred thousand miles, including the three great cultivators and three great divine masters who represented the peak of Tiannan and Mulan cultivators.
After taking a quick look at the formations of both sides, Han Li couldn't help but sigh slightly.

Tiannan has a profound cultural heritage, but it is difficult to tell who is better than Mulan. There is a reason for this.

The difference between the monks and the monks in formation is clear enough.

The mages were methodical, and even when they were activating their magic weapons in mid-air, they maintained a mysterious formation. They were all silent, and only looked over with hostility.

The monks' side was in a bit of chaos. They seemed to be barely maintaining their formation, but in fact they were in chaos and disorder. Not only were there constant whispers, but people kept leaving from time to time to do their own thing.

If it weren't for the scolding from the supervising monks and high-level monks, Han Li even suspected that some monks would sneak away and not work hard.

Han Li sighed and said nothing.

It is normal to have gaps.

Compared to the Mulan warriors who have always resisted the Tianlan people, most of the Tiannan monks have casual habits, are quite clever, and have almost zero collective consciousness.

"That is?"

There was a sudden earthquake, and Han Li couldn't help but shudder as he looked at the dozen or so extremely huge wild beasts that were as big as hills that slowly appeared in his field of vision.

"Seventh level?"

Han Li's eyes moved slightly. The aura of those giant beasts was almost that of seventh-level monsters.

However, if one takes into account his size and the spiritual energy contained in his body, he would probably need a Nascent Soul cultivator or dozens of Jindan cultivators to hold him back.

The sky was clear without a single cloud. Han Li looked up at the sky, then looked at the messy queue of cultivators below, sighed, and shook his head.

Suddenly, a special light curtain attracted his attention.

That's a group of monks!
There were sixteen male and female monks in red and green clothes, each carrying two huge coffins, one black and one white, side by side.

The coffin was covered with dozens of talismans of various sizes, which looked extremely strange.

"Disciple of the Hehuan Sect!"

Han Li probed with his spiritual sense and found that the coffin seemed to be under extraordinary restrictions and could not be penetrated at all.

In addition to these two coffins, there were also some strange and eye-catching things appearing in the rest of the monks' ranks.

The monks of a certain orthodox sect were carrying a bronze platform about 20 to 30 feet high, on which was placed a huge bronze gong with a diameter of about 10 feet.

The surface of the gong was shining with golden light, and white runes floated out from time to time. There was a shirtless giant sitting next to him with his eyes closed.

In the distance, there were a dozen black statues, about three or four feet high, which seemed somewhat dilapidated. They all looked like ancient ferocious beasts, and were held up in the air by some flying cars, looking lifelike. No one knew what they were used for.

The strange things just kept on coming.

Seeing this, Han Li felt much more at ease.

It seems that all the sects in Tiannan have realized that the gambling fight is of great importance, and they have even decided what will happen in Tiannan for thousands or even tens of thousands of years in the future. One by one, they have taken out some of the treasures that they have kept in their bottom boxes.

In this way, the chances of winning naturally increase a lot.

In less than an incense stick of time, a steady stream of Tiannan monks flew away, and the army of mages also lined up quietly, apparently all present.

The battlefield where sixty to seventy thousand monks gathered fell silent, with an inexplicable and eerie stillness.

At this time, the army of French soldiers was in turmoil, and three people escaped.

The skinny old man, the dwarf, and the middle-aged scholar were the three great divine masters of Mulan. On the cultivator side, three stunning rainbows also flew out.

The three people are Master Zhiyang, Wei Wuya, and the old demon Hehuan.

The two sides were separated by dozens of feet, and when their escape lights faded, they both flew into the air.

"What do you think? It's not too late for you fellow Taoists to regret. As long as you give half of Tiannan to our Mulan clan, we can stop the war and turn enemies into friends. Otherwise, regardless of whether you win or lose, your Tiannan cultivation world will probably suffer a great loss, right?"

The Confucian scholar surnamed Zhong looked at the three great monks and said coldly.

"What a joke. It is true that our Tiannan cultivation world will suffer a great loss, but if you Mulan people lose this battle, your entire clan will be exterminated. I think it is you mages who should be cautious, right?"

Wei Wuya raised his chin and said calmly.

Tiannan can’t afford to lose, but Mulan can?

"There is no point in talking any more. Since there is no room for negotiation, we can only fight to the death. However, before the life-and-death battle, we must have a bet. Let's send people to set up restrictions together! No matter how much we win or lose, we will fight as soon as the bet is over."

The skinny old man was straightforward and spoke directly.

This is a battle that determines the fate of Tiannan and Mulan in their cultivation. The winner takes all, while the loser is doomed to eternal damnation, and will step into the abyss bit by bit.

"Of course we can wager a war, but what about the prisoners?"

The old demon Hehuan sneered and looked at the old man.

The old man was startled, a hint of hesitation flashed across his eyes, and he moved his lips slightly as he whispered a few words to the back.

The mages' camp surged, and more than a thousand monks with bare hands and nothing but clothes walked out from the queue.

These monks had different expressions, some had red faces, and some glared at the mages.

When the army of monks saw this, they became agitated.

These were all captured monks, and naturally many of their fellow disciples recognized them.

The three monks looked at each other and nodded slightly.

"How is it? Now that you have seen the person, you should feel relieved, right? Let's have the gambling battle!"

The dwarf among the Namulan divine masters could not stand it any longer.

"Why are you so impatient? Could it be that you are planning to do something in this gambling battle?" Wei Wuya said unexpectedly.

"If you don't dare to fight, we can use these monks as sacrifices. What do you think?"

The dwarf's expression changed slightly and he became threatening.

"Your Excellency is blackmailing us?"

Wei Wuya's tiger eyes flashed with a cold light, and he spoke sternly.

"It's not a threat. But if they don't participate in the gambling war, it's useless for Mulan to keep the prisoners. It's not impossible to kill them as a sacrifice to boost morale."

The skinny old man took a step forward, his tone becoming a little more sinister.

"You can ask us to fight, but if you release all the prisoners first, we will agree to the fight." Master Zhiyang said slowly after his eyebrows moved slightly.

However, he intended to bring back some prisoners to boost morale.

"Let go? Do you think we would do such a stupid thing?" the dwarf said bluntly.

"But we don't trust you either. What if you don't keep your promise after the gambling war is over?" Wei Wuya said calmly.

"Even so, we"

The dwarf was about to say something, but the old man with the withered wood interrupted him and said, "Okay."

He looked at the three monks again, his eyes gleaming with ferocity: "We can release half of the captives, and the rest will depend on the outcome, how about that?"

"Okay, let's do this! You release the people and we will set up restrictions."

The three monks looked at each other, knowing that this was the biggest concession the other party had made, and agreed.

Almost at the same time, a group of captives were released from their restrictions and flew into the army of monks.

Master Zhiyang had already made arrangements, and immediately sent another monk forward to check, and only after confirming that everything was correct did he feel at ease to let the captives join the army of monks.

Han Li did not pay attention to these things. Instead, he stared closely at the formation of the cultivators and mages.

Both sides have formation masters who are proficient in the art of formation. With these people's attainments in formation, if anyone does anything, it will be obvious at a glance.

After a while, ten white light shields, each covering an area of ​​seventy to eighty feet, rose up and stood in the camps of the two armies.

The formation masters on both sides confirmed that everything was correct and there were no problems, so they withdrew.

As soon as the formation master left, both sides replaced them with ten Jindan stage cultivators and mages, who were the ones to supervise the operation of the formation.

After everything was settled, Monk Tiannan and Master Mulan, an army of nearly 100,000 monks, more than 200 Nascent Soul monks, and six great monk-level figures all turned their gazes towards the gambling battle barrier, and the atmosphere became solemn.

Suddenly, ten people covered in black robes emerged from the army of mages. They were filled with yin energy and terrifying demonic aura.

"Demon cultivator?"

Han Li's pupils shrank and he murmured something.

Although it seems a little nervous, I am actually quite relaxed.

If it were any other cultivator of the same level, he would still have a lot of concerns.

Demon cultivator?

Ha ha
With a flash of green light, the man turned into a green rainbow and flew out of the army of monks.

Almost at the same time, a black-robed monk also flew towards Han Li's direction and entered the formation together.

A white wall appeared, isolating the two from everything outside.

The other monks and men in black robes also entered the light shield in pairs.

For a moment, the army of monks and magicians watching the battle in the distance was silent. Everyone held their breath and looked nervously at the ten pairs of figures that were somewhat blurry in the light shield.

Once he entered the light shield, Han Li ignored everything else and just looked at the man in black robe quietly, without moving.

The green light gradually became stronger, and the flying sword in the body began to tremble on its own, ready to fly out and hurt the enemy at any time.

At the dantian, a fist-sized golden light ball had already gathered and was trembling brightly.

The divine thunder that wards off evil is specifically designed to defeat evil!
At this moment, the man in black robe pinched his hands together, and a low and ancient spell came out slowly. The cold demonic energy surged several feet and suddenly turned into ink-black tentacles that danced wildly.

Han Li narrowed his eyes and stared at the movements of the man in black robe. His hands, which were tucked into his sleeves, made slight thundering sounds and there was a faint flash of golden light.

He has never been afraid of evil cultivators.

The divine thunder that can ward off evil has already given him the ability to kill demon cultivators of the same level. Once the two sides start fighting, he will even have a chance to kill the man in black in seconds.

Suddenly, his pupils turned scarlet, and he let out a wild beast-like roar. As endless demonic energy dissipated, his body under the black robe began to swell.

In the blink of an eye, his body size has more than doubled.

"what?"

Han Li was slightly startled. The aura of the man in black robe changed drastically, and he didn't know why.

The black-robed man's bloodshot eyes revealed a frenzy. His swollen body suddenly shrank, and in the blink of an eye he turned into a three-foot-tall dwarf, and his body suddenly fell backwards onto the wall behind him.

"Oh!"

Before Han Li had a chance to kill him instantly, the man in black robe let out a shrill scream and exploded inexplicably. Every inch of his body turned into blood foam and splattered in all directions.

Han Li was a little stunned. He was confused and a little suspicious.

"wrong!"

Han Li was startled. The blood and flesh of the black-robed man were all stuck to the wall of the shield. There was no sign of them falling off, and they began to move strangely.

Almost in an instant, the flesh and blood turned into blood mist and spread along the wall of the shield, turning most of the white light shield into blood red, and emitting a bloody smell that was so pungent that it made people want to vomit.

Han Li was horrified and quickly threw the divine thunder in his hand towards the wall, smashing it hard.

"boom"

There was a slight crack on the wall of the cover.

efficient!

He was just feeling overjoyed when suddenly a flash of blood appeared and a large cloud of blood mist covered up the tiny crack.

The wall, which was originally mostly blood-red, completely turned blood-red. Even though Han Li's spiritual sense far exceeded that of cultivators of the same level, he could only vaguely know the situation outside.

Exactly the same thing happened in ten venues, the only difference was that some people did not resist at all, while some people's resistance failed.

Those Mulan magicians turned around early and returned to the magic army. It was obvious that they had planned this in advance.

Han Li's mind was greatly moved, and he quickly prepared the Dantian Divine Thunder.
(End of this chapter)