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However, his thoughts did not stop, and he turned to consider how to deal with the black-robed people. These black-robed people practiced magic skills and their strength should not be underestimated.

He proposed that the Righteous Alliance should select a group of fellow Taoists who were good at restraining magic to deal with these evil cultivators. After all, there were many such masters in the Taizhen Sect and other sects.

After saying this, he turned his gaze to Master Zhiyang, waiting for his response.

Master Zhiyang of the Righteous Alliance did not shirk his responsibility and promised to deal with the evil cultivators from the Jin State.

The master among the Dharma masters needs to be dealt with by three major forces.

The others were satisfied with this, and after a long discussion, they went back to prepare.

When the day of the decisive battle arrived, the patrolling monks saw a flash of light in the opposite camp of the mages, followed by the sound of deafening drums.

Teams of mages calmly flew out of the camp, driving their magic weapons towards the center of the border.

The monk who had been prepared immediately sent out a sound transmission note.

A moment later, a long bell sound was heard from the camp in the south of the Tian Dynasty.

Many monks who were ready to go left the camp one after another, transformed into countless rainbows that soared into the sky and moved towards the same target.

For a moment, the sky was filled with spiritual light and clear and long whistles were heard.

The army of mages came surging from one side and formed a confrontation with the group of monks.

However, when they were more than ten miles apart, both sides suddenly stopped.

No matter whether they were mages or monks, when they could vaguely see each other within a distance, they all stopped their escape and looked at each other from afar.

One side is fighting a desperate battle, and only by breaking out of the siege can the entire ethnic group gain a chance to survive.

The other side guarded their homeland and would not allow any foreign enemies to invade, and their morale was extremely high.

Although the battle has not yet begun, the atmosphere between the two armies has become extremely tense.

The terrifying murderous aura filled the air, making people suffocate.

At this time, Wang Lin was floating above a group of more than a thousand monks, looking coldly at the army of mages in the distance.

He saw patches of rosy clouds on the opposite side, and in each patch of rosy clouds there were hundreds of mages gathered.

The rays of light stretched for more than ten miles, and it was obvious that both sides had sent out their main forces.

Although it is impossible to accurately estimate the exact number of people, it is certain that there are at least 60,000 to 70,000 cultivators gathered here.

High-level cultivators who are rarely seen at ordinary times are now everywhere.

Although the numbers of both sides are roughly equal, similarities and differences can still be seen between them.

In the camps of mages and monks, there are significant differences in the magic weapons held by the low-level members of both sides.

The types of magic tools used by magicians are relatively simple, mainly including round bowls, round beads and magic flags of different colors. Among them, swords and knives are relatively rare.

In contrast, the cultivators have a wide variety of magical weapons, especially crystal clear and powerful swords, which are obviously superior to the mages in terms of level.

During the battle preparation phase, the mage team demonstrated a high degree of organization and discipline.

Even when flying in the air they maintained a mysterious formation. They said nothing, only staring at each other with hostile eyes.

The monks seemed to be poorly trained, their ranks were chaotic and disorderly, and they were whispering to each other constantly.

Some people even left the team and acted on their own, forcing high-ranking monks to step in and shout at them in order to maintain order.

If it was not a competition between high-level cultivators, but a pure fight between low-level cultivators.

The cultivators from Tiannan are really no match for the Mulan clan.

The composition of the army of mages is different from that of the monks.

These armies of magicians were composed of the coalition forces of many Mulan tribes, and they frequently engaged in fierce battles with the Tuwu people.

Mages from various tribes often fight together, and after a short period of adjustment, they can demonstrate their well-trained combat qualities.

The leaders of the monk world were well aware of these situations, but they could do nothing about it. After all, they were immortal cultivators, not secular armies.

In the battles among immortal cultivators, the key to victory or defeat does not lie in how well-trained the army is.

Therefore, they can only choose to turn a blind eye to it.

Wang Lin stood on the battlefield, his eyes sweeping over the army of mages on the opposite side.

In this army, the most eye-catching one was not Mulan Fasi, but the dozen or so huge and extremely ferocious wild beasts.

They were mixed in the ranks of the mages, and their bodies were as huge as hills, making them hard to ignore.

Among the Nine-Pass Alliance monks present, many had witnessed the power of these wild beasts with their own eyes.

Therefore, everyone's eyes were cast towards them, with a hint of fear in their eyes.

Wang Lin looked up at the sky and saw a clear blue sky without even a trace of dark clouds.

Looking down at the chaotic queue of monks at his feet, he couldn't help but sigh and shook his head gently.

Then, he flipped his hand and two more items appeared in his hand.

A thumb-sized black round bead, and an almond-sized square pill that exudes a fiery, pungent smell.

Last night, Master Zhiyang sent someone to deliver two items.

Wang Lin was naturally not polite about this and put it directly into his storage bag.

In order to defeat the army of mages, the three great monks tried their best. They not only took out some secret weapons that had been hidden before, but also displayed many magic weapons that had never been seen before.

However, they are not alone.

Wang Lin cast his gaze towards another team of monks below, which numbered about a thousand people.

Among them, there were sixteen male and female monks dressed in red and green clothes. They each carried two huge coffins, one black and one white, and placed them side by side.

These coffins were covered with dozens of talismans of various sizes and colors, which looked extremely strange.

Wang Lin recognized that these cultivators were from the number one sect of the demonic path - the Hehuan Sect.

Although he had used his spiritual sense to explore halfway, he was unable to penetrate the inside of the coffin due to the extremely powerful restrictions imposed on it.

In addition to these two coffins, some strange and eye-catching objects also appeared in the rest of the monks' team.

On the other side, far away, the monks of the righteous sect surrounded a bronze platform that reached high into the clouds.

On it was placed a huge bronze gong, the surface of which was gleaming with golden light, with white runes emerging from time to time.

A shirtless giant man sat cross-legged beside it with his eyes closed, as if he was meditating or practicing.

Further in the team, more than a dozen black statues stood, each three to four meters tall.

Although it is slightly damaged, it vividly displays the majestic posture of the ancient ferocious beast. It is suspended in the air by an invisible force, and its purpose is unknown.

And in the group of monks farther away, all kinds of strange and weird treasures appeared one after another, which was dazzling.

Wang Lin's lips curled up slightly, but he also realized that the various sects attached great importance to this battle, and they all took out their most precious treasures to increase their chances of winning.

However, he knew very well that in addition to these revealed objects, there were countless more powerful magic weapons hidden in the storage bags, without being revealed.

On the other hand, the army of mages seemed to have nothing special except those huge beasts.

But Wang Lin knew that the magician was not so simple, and must have hidden more deadly killing moves. The outcome of this upcoming war was unpredictable, full of unknowns and variables.

In the silence, the army of monks and mages gathered.

As most people landed on the ground, the entire battlefield suddenly became quiet.

At this moment, there was a commotion in the opposite mage camp, and then three people flew out.

The three were a skinny old man, a dwarf and a middle-aged Confucian scholar. They were none other than Mulan's three great masters.

At the same time, three shocking rainbows streaked across the sky from the cultivators' side, revealing the Master Zhiyang, Wei Wuya and the old demon Hehuan.

When the two sides were dozens of feet apart, the escape light disappeared and they stopped.

The scholar looked across coldly and said:

"My fellow Taoists, it's not too late to regret now. Just give half of Tiannan to our Mulan tribe, and we can stop the war and turn enemies into friends."

"Otherwise, regardless of the outcome of this battle, your Tiannan Immortal Cultivation World will be severely damaged."

Wei Wuya sneered and responded:

"What a joke. Although our Tiannan Immortal Cultivation World will be severely damaged, if you Mulan people are defeated, it will be a disaster for the entire clan. I think it is you mages who should be cautious!"

When the black-robed man saw the light shield reappear, he began to cast his spell silently.

He uttered a low and ancient spell, and the cold demonic energy around him expanded rapidly, transforming into ink-black tentacles that danced wildly.

Wang Lin narrowed his eyes and observed the other party quietly, but his hands were hidden in his sleeves, making slight thunder sounds and faintly flashing golden light.

At this critical moment, the black-robed man's pupils turned red and he roared like a wild beast. Then his evil spirit dissipated and his body began to expand rapidly.

In a flash, his size increased several times.

Wang Lin, who knew the plot, had a blank expression on his face as he watched the changes in the black-robed man indifferently.

If I remember correctly, the next thing that happened was that the man in black robe blew himself up.

The ten monks present were completely imprisoned within the restriction stained with blood and flesh.

After a few breaths.

The black-robed man's eyes were bloodshot and he looked crazy.

The swollen body suddenly shrank, instantly turning into a three-foot-tall dwarf, and quickly fell backwards to the light shield behind it.

"what!"

Accompanied by a shrill scream.

His entire body exploded inexplicably, and every inch of his body turned into blood foam and splattered everywhere.

The black-robed man's flesh and blood only splattered onto the wall of the enclosure.

Then, the broken flesh and blood not only did not scatter, but instead squirmed on the wall of the cover, as if it had life.

Suddenly, the flesh and blood turned into blood mist, which quickly spread to the entire wall of the cover, emitting a pungent bloody smell.

Faced with this sudden crisis, Wang Lin remained expressionless and did not even attempt to attack the wall in front of him.

In contrast, there are nine other battlefields.

The trapped Nascent Soul cultivators all activated their magic weapons.
The blood mist gradually thinned, while the walls of the shield were covered with a thick layer of blood, as if the blood of hundreds of people had gathered together. The scene was extremely horrifying.

Master Zhiyang and his companions witnessed this scene and were shocked.

Seeing that the ten monks were unable to stop the formation, they decided to take action themselves.

Transforming into three blinding rays of light, they quickly flew high into the sky.

"Get out of here! This is not something you can solve."

Master Zhiyang looked down from above the magic circle and announced with a gloomy expression.

When the monks below heard this, they felt relieved and hurriedly retreated to their original positions.

In the opposite camp, the skinny old man and others were initially excited about trapping Wang Lin and others.

Now seeing three powerful wizards gathered on the magic circle, he still remained calm, as if he was not worried about whether the three wizards could break the blood shield.

Behind them, two people, a man and a woman in black robes, appeared at some point, adding to the mystery of the contest.

Master Zhiyang tried to destroy the Blood Shroud but failed, which frustrated their plan.

Seeing this, Wei Wuya and Hehuan Old Demon decided not to take any more action.

They understood that even though only one person was testing it, the powerful restrictions of the blood shield were already obvious.

It is extraordinarily tough and seems to contain some kind of mystery that is difficult to crack, and it is not easy to break it.

After this attempt, the three of them realized that the main function of this blood shield was to trap the enemy rather than directly harm the enemy.

Faced with such a result, the three of them smiled at each other, feeling a little bitter in their hearts.

It was originally thought that the opponent would deliver a fatal blow to the ten monks at the beginning of the battle, but unexpectedly, the opponent chose to trap everyone first.

This strategy caught them by surprise and rendered most of their previous preparations useless.

"What kind of magic method is this? We in the Six Sects of the Magic Path have never heard of such a method. It actually requires a person to self-destruct in order to perform it. This is really unexpected."

Wei Wuya asked with a sigh.

"I have never seen such a strange secret technique. It seems that the monks of Jin State are indeed extraordinary."

The old demon Hehuan frowned, and his tone revealed a hint of surprise and admiration.

In this frustrated mood, the three of them lost interest in questioning each other.

After Master Zhiyang pondered for a while, he said:

"Although we suffered losses this time, the trapped monks are not in danger of death. As long as we delay time, they still have a chance to escape."

Despite losing ten high-level monks, the monks were outnumbered by the Mulan people, so their strength was not greatly affected.

Although Hehuan Old Demon and Wei Wuya realized that there was a hint of self-consolation in Master Zhiyang's words, they could only accept this reality under the current circumstances.

Their hearts were filled with rage, but they also knew that the most important thing at the moment was to concentrate their strength to fight against Master Mulan.

A fierce light flashed in the eyes of the old demon He Huan, and he said coldly:
"Okay, we don't need to personally command the next battle. Our mission is to delay Master Mulan as much as possible."

The old demon He Huan raised his head and shouted at the opposing army of mages:
"I have long heard that Master Mulan has unfathomable spiritual skills. Yi and the other two would like to learn from him. I wonder if the masters are willing to come out and fight."

This loud shout obviously came from some secret technique, and it was like a bolt from the blue, shaking the sky and the ground within a radius of several miles.

The sounds of incantations in both camps were suppressed for a while, and even some of the mages with low cultivation levels who had risen into the air swayed a few times and almost fell down.

He Huan Old Demon challenged him. The skinny old man frowned slightly, but then said calmly:

"The battle with the three great cultivators of Tiannan is inevitable, but I need to stay behind to take charge of the situation and cannot fight. I would like to ask Sect Master Fang to do it for me."

"I heard that the sect master's Heavenly Demonic Skill has reached a high level. With the Heavenly Demonic Qi possessing him, it would be easy to deal with one person." (End of this chapter)