Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

The black-robed man said in a cold voice: "Since it has been agreed, this sect master will take action. I also want to see the magical power of the number one demon cultivator in Tiannan!"

After he finished speaking, a green light flashed, black gas wrapped around his body, and he slowly rose into the air and flew to the opposite side.

Tian Zhong and the dwarf named Bi followed closely behind, transforming into silver rainbows and red light.

Seeing this, the three Zhiyang masters also turned into rainbows and flew into the sky. The black-robed man and the two divine masters Mulan chased after them.

The six people instantly disappeared into the clouds and mist.

A moment later, the sky changed color, sometimes fiery red, sometimes pitch black, there were loud explosions like thunder, dazzling silver rainbows and colorful clouds flashed by from time to time, and the battle was extremely fierce.

Above the sky, six immortal cultivators were fighting fiercely.

At the same time, the low sky and the ground were not a peaceful place either. The armies of monks and mages had already started a fierce battle.

However, this battle was not a simple fight between individuals or small teams. The two sides did not fly directly into the air and attack each other with magic weapons, but fought at a great distance.

Along with the rising and falling sounds of incantations, their respective protective restrictions were activated at the same time.

The monks and mages camps each raised a huge light shield to protect the main force inside.

In this contest of speed and strategy, the monks were the first to complete their defensive preparations.

This is not because the monks' Five Elements Taoism is faster than the mages' spiritual arts, but because the protective magic arrays laid by the Tiannan monks are mostly composed of pre-arranged instruments, so they are naturally faster when activated.

Seeing this situation, Long Han, who was in charge of commanding the battle, gave the attack order without hesitation.

The first to launch the attack were a dozen or so rare treasures with long-range group attacks, including the huge gong that Wang Lin had seen before.

At the forefront of the monks' team, the stand with a gong on it had quietly risen to a height of dozens of feet above the ground, and there were only seven or eight big men in yellow shirts guarding it.

The giant who was originally sitting cross-legged next to the gong stood up at some point, holding a ten-foot-long iron hammer in his hand, and stood silently beside the gong.

A little further away, two men erected a black triangular banner about five or six feet high. The banner was shining with black light and had a lifelike black dragon embroidered on it.

Nine girls dressed in red, each holding a tray covered with red brocade.

It's bulging on top, as if there's some treasure inside.

They were arranged in a strange formation, floating lightly in the air.

Three old men in brocade clothes, carrying gourds half as tall as a person on their backs and squinting their eyes, also walked to the front of the team.

Suddenly, the order to attack came, and the monks in charge of the first wave of attack immediately prepared for action.

The big man on the bronze frame immediately opened his eyes wide, and a foot-long yellow light emanated from his body. He swung the hammer with both hands and hit the center of the bronze gong fiercely.

A ball of dazzling golden light suddenly burst out, the light flashed but silently, looking extremely strange.

The ball of golden light suddenly appeared, and then exploded, turning into countless golden stars, shooting towards the opposite side.

However, these golden stars only flew out more than ten feet away before making a slight "puff" sound and turning into balls of golden mist.

The big man kept hitting with the hammer in his hand, and dense golden stars kept bursting out from the gong. The golden mist rolled towards the army of mages on the opposite side like a surging wave.

At the same time, the two monks frantically waved the triangular black flag, and a black dragon vaguely appeared on the flag.

The dragon monster opened its eyes, and gusts of blue-black evil wind gushed out of its mouth. Suddenly, the wind whistled violently, and the hurricane turned into a black chaos with flying sand and rocks, blocking all vision.

The girl in red held the red plate in her arms and uttered a pleasant spell.

A red light flashed, and nine bright red copper pieces flew out from the plate, gathering and spinning in the air.

A fiery red ancient mirror several feet in size appeared, flickering with spiritual light, and countless fist-sized firebirds spewed out of the mirror. Each firebird was surrounded by flames and spewed flames from its mouth.

Then there was a clear cry, and the firebird shot out like an arrow.

In a fierce confrontation, three old men in brocade clothes stood in a triangle and simultaneously sacrificed the huge gourds behind them.

It released freezing white air and countless snowflakes and hail.

This cold air quickly turned a large area around into a world of ice and snow, and blew to the opposite side at an extremely fast speed.

At the same time, the attacks of the strange treasures were launched almost at the same time, and the mages on the opposite side had just formed a protective light shield.

Before they could organize a counterattack, they had to take this round of attacks under the command of the skinny old man.

In an instant, attacking objects such as golden mist and black wind exploded on the light shield, various colors of light flashed, and the shields of the mages also trembled slightly.

Seeing this, Long Han issued new orders without hesitation, and the monks immediately launched the second round of offensive before the first round of attack was over.

This attack was a large-scale secret attack technique jointly performed by various sects. Various colored light pillars and raging magic fires were successively released from the monks' camp.

It seamlessly connected with the first round of exotic treasure attacks and covered the entire mage camp.

Under these successive attacks, the mages' protective shields were in danger.

A skinny old man had a gloomy face and was secretly regretting in his heart.

He thought that with his own strength and experience, he would be able to deal with it easily even if he was a little slower than the opponent in performing spiritual arts.

However, he never expected that the situation would take a turn for the worse in an instant, and he would end up being beaten.

The opponent's attack was like a surging tide, so fierce that it was difficult for him to spare the magic power to counterattack.

In the face of such a terrifying offensive, even a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage would not dare to take these attacks head-on without the protection of the formation restrictions. If he was not careful, he might die.

"Mrs. Lu!"

The old man suddenly turned his gaze to the black-robed woman beside him, and said anxiously:

"It looks like we have to use your behemoths. Otherwise, I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to gain the upper hand."

The black-robed woman raised her head slightly, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she said lightly:
"Since the sect master has lent those giant beasts to you, you can just use them. Why did you need to tell me specifically?"

Hearing this, the old man nodded slightly, showing a hint of satisfaction, and then gave the order decisively.

In an instant, a shocking roar of a beast broke the silent atmosphere.

I saw more than a dozen huge figures rushing out from the magic shield where various attacks were intertwined.

Looking closely, they were those giant beasts covered in armor and exuding a wild aura.

As soon as these giant beasts appeared, they immediately ran towards the monks' camp like arrows.

Every step they take seems to raise a cloud of dust on the earth, and the majestic momentum is terrifying.

This sudden change caused the monks' attack rhythm to change suddenly.

The attack directions of some spells were quickly adjusted, aiming at these ferocious beasts.

The spells that had originally launched a fierce attack on the mage camp also involuntarily slowed down slightly.

Compared to the many mages and monks fighting outside the formation.

Wang Lin, who was trapped in the formation, was actually enjoying himself.

However, Wang Lin's gaze still fell on Yinluo Sect in the distance.

Especially Sect Master Fang and the Ghost Luo Banner. Wang Lin knew that the Ghost Luo Banner was the most precious magic weapon of the Yin Luo Sect.

So naturally I don’t want to miss this opportunity.

Wang Lin re-examined the situation on the entire battlefield.

He discovered that although the battlefield looked chaotic, it was actually divided into several different situations.

One type is a large or small battle group consisting of dozens, hundreds or even thousands of cultivators, who gather in a small area and fight each other.

Most of these people come from the same sect or tribe and are accustomed to fighting together.

Therefore, they can gather together quickly to fight the enemy in a war, and their combat effectiveness is far stronger than that of cultivators acting alone.

First, many battle groups were caught in a state of entanglement and stalemate.

In this situation, the forces of all parties are evenly matched and it is difficult to determine the winner in a short period of time.

Each party is carefully weighing the situation and seeking opportunities for breakthroughs, but is stuck in a stalemate due to the balance of power.

Second, small-scale battle scenes also occur from time to time.

Sometimes, only a few people fight alone, relying on their profound cultivation and superb magic to engage in fierce competition.

Sometimes, many people attack one person, trying to suppress the opponent with their numerical advantage.

Most of the monks who participated in these battles were high-level monks or mages. Their strength far exceeded that of ordinary monks, and the ferocity of the fights was even more astonishing.

In such a fierce confrontation, even a slight mistake could cause a cultivator to pay a heavy price of being destroyed both physically and spiritually.

There is also an even more thrilling situation, that is, both sides do not hesitate to use some mysterious secret techniques and precious and rare treasures to launch an extremely fierce confrontation.

These secret techniques and rare treasures often contain enormous energy, and each use may lead to drastic changes in the situation.

In the air filled with a strange atmosphere, the most eye-catching thing is a large area of ​​extremely dark ghost fog.

In the place where the ghost fog is filled, shrill screams are heard constantly, as if countless wronged souls are wailing in it.

The ghost fog raged in the air at a lightning speed. Any mage who was covered by it would instantly turn into a dry corpse and fall from the sky.

Wherever he passed, the mages all showed expressions of fear and retreated away.

Behind the ghost fog, several mages who were not afraid of the fog were fighting hard.

They continuously released magical weapons with wind and thunder attributes, launching round after round of fierce attacks on the ghost fog.

Every attack can temporarily dissipate part of the ghost fog.

However, there is also a mysterious force in the fog that is fighting against it.

Someone kept waving a banner-shaped magic weapon, which caused the ghost fog to dissipate somewhat after being attacked.

But it gradually recovered between presence and absence, as if it had endless vitality.

This put several Mulanfas in a dilemma where they were helpless for a while.

On another battlefield, a dozen high-level Yuan monks were fighting a desperate battle with a stone giant that was over a hundred feet tall.

The stone giant was huge, like a moving mountain, and every step he took on the ground caused a roar.

The high-level monks cast various powerful spells in an attempt to inflict a fatal blow to the stone giant.

But the stone giant relied on its strong defense and amazing strength to tenaciously resist the attacks of the monks, and the battle fell into a stalemate.

A giant seemed to be transformed from ordinary bluestone, and his size was beyond imagination.

Whenever he raised his hands or moved his feet, rocks as big as millstones were thrown out like raindrops.

With such power, even if the monks have the protection of magic weapons, they would never be willing to take a direct attack.

Looking at the giant's shoulders, there was a mage standing on each side.

They used all their strength to activate their magic weapons and assisted the giants in the battle, cooperating with each other in perfect harmony.

At the same time, some other monks and mages were using powerful treasures to engage in a fierce and tit-for-tat fight.

All of these treasures have amazing magical powers, and their power far exceeds that of ordinary ancient treasures.

Upon closer inspection, they are either the treasures of each sect or the treasures of the Mulan tribe.

Seeing so many rare treasures gathered together really opened Wang Lin's eyes.

But at this moment, something unexpected happened.

At this critical moment, Long Han and the skinny mage simultaneously commanded their men to display their respective unique skills.

Seven white-haired Nascent Soul monks in the monk camp flew out calmly holding ancient treasures, while on the mage side, the unseen Master Le stepped out of the formation and came to the skinny old man with a serious face.

Following the old man's instructions, she carefully took out an ancient bronze lamp from her storage bag and held it in her palm. The atmosphere was tense and solemn.

A woman named Le slowly raised the ancient lamp in her hand and offered it lightly to the void.

She just opened her lips slightly, and a ray of pure white infant fire like a spiritual light gushed out of her mouth, instantly lighting the mysterious ancient lamp.

The woman quickly made hand gestures with both hands, her gestures were as graceful and mysterious as a blooming lotus.

At the same time, a low and obscure spell slowly came out of her mouth, as if a mysterious power from ancient times was echoing in the air.

As the spell fell, a pure white lotus quietly bloomed beneath his body.

Just like a fairy from the sky descending to earth, she stood gracefully on a white lotus with an otherworldly temperament.

The sound of the spell seemed to contain an indescribable wild aura, as if it had transcended the boundaries of time and space.

At this moment, the copper lamp that had been burning quietly suddenly trembled slightly.

In an instant, phantoms appeared and nine ancient lamps that were exactly the same as before flashed out.

After circling and dancing in the air, the nine ancient lamps were neatly arranged into a T-shape, and then slowly rotated, emitting a mysterious and ancient power.

Master Le flicked her slender jade fingers lightly, and nine spells of different colors shot towards the ancient lamp like lively rays of light, accurately and without error.

In an instant, a green light burst out, and the light was dazzling.

I saw nine flames floating out from the ancient lamp, and then slowly condensed and gathered together in the center of the "品" character, and finally turned into a ball of green flame the size of a head.

Immediately afterwards, a slight "puff" sound was heard, and the woman actually sprayed a mouthful of blood onto the green flame.

In an instant, the flames suddenly surged about a foot in size, the light was blindingly bright, as if it was going to illuminate the entire space.

After a moment of silence, a clear cry broke the silence.

Along with the clear chirping sound, a blue bird about a foot in size and with a light body gradually emerged in the blazing fire.

This bird has long green feathers, and its feathers shimmer with a mysterious luster. (End of this chapter)