Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 128 The war begins!
The follow-up combat personnel of the seven major sects are rushing towards Jinguyuan one after another.

Huangfeng Valley, Yanyue Sect, Lingshou Mountain... The monks from various major sects were dressed in blue Taoist robes, with neatly arranged Taoist buns on their heads and whisks in their hands. They exuded an air of immortality and their every move showed the solemnity of Taoism.

Some of them were dressed in bright and colorful clothes, the colors were so bright that they were a bit eye-catching. There were several spirit beast bags densely tied around their waists. Strange noises came from the bags from time to time. It was thought that the spirit beasts in the bags were twisting restlessly. It was obvious at a glance that these people came from a sect famous for taming beasts.

Others wore black robes and carried long swords on their backs. The scabbards were engraved with ancient patterns. As they walked, the swords trembled slightly, emitting a cold and murderous aura.

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People from all factions were in a hurry, and everyone's face was solemn and anxious.

The disciples in the Qi training stage performed the Wind Control Technique. Their bodies were agile and their steps seemed light and slow, but in fact each step covered more than ten feet.

Their feet were so fast that only a series of fleeting shallow footprints were left on the ground as they ran towards the camp.

The cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage were flying at low altitude with their magical instruments shining brightly. They had stern expressions and sharp eyes as they maintained order in an orderly manner, scanning their surroundings vigilantly, ready to respond to possible emergencies at any time to ensure the safety of the team.

As the crowds gathered, Jinguyuan, which was originally a little lonely and deserted, suddenly became lively.

In just a few days, several small markets opened here, with stalls densely packed together, one next to the other, arranged like fish scales.

At the camp’s market, vendors were shouting at the top of their lungs, their calls echoing one after another.

"Take a look, take a look! This is a top-grade healing elixir with strong efficacy, a must-have for cultivators!"

"Freshly baked talismans, both offensive and defensive, at a fair price!"

The stalls are lined up one after another, filled with a wide variety of magic weapons, elixirs and rare treasures.

The monks who came and went shuttled through the market, bargaining with the vendors.

"Boss, your price is a bit high, can you make it cheaper?"

"Sir, these are all good goods. I've already given you the lowest price. If you offer any less, I'll lose money!"

The conversation was lively and verbal.

Lin Fan stood in the camp, looking at the bustling and lively scene before him, and his heart couldn't help but ripple.

Lin Fan sighed inwardly, it is true that where there are people, there is the world of martial arts. Even immortal cultivators who transcend the mundane world and pursue immortality are not immune to this.

In this seemingly otherworldly world of cultivating immortals, conflicts of interest and human warmth and coldness are also common.

In order to compete for precious cultivation resources, the sects fight openly and secretly.

In order to improve their cultivation, the monks practiced hard day and night, and traveled to various dangerous places and secret realms for adventure.

In this camp, everyone is busy pursuing their own goals. How is this different from the ordinary people in the market?

On the path to becoming an immortal, one cultivates not only magical powers, but also a heart that remains true to its original aspirations in this complex world.

Time flies, and three months pass in a flash.

The long-suppressed tension, like a volcano that has accumulated too much energy, finally got completely out of control.

A shocking war broke out without any warning.

Jinguyuan, this once peaceful and tranquil land, suddenly became a life-and-death battlefield between the seven major sects of Yue State and the six sects of the Demonic Path. The tranquility was gone, and only endless smoke and flames remained.

Hundreds of thousands of low-level cultivators rushed into Jinguyuan like a surging tide.

The sound of fighting was deafening, one wave after another, as if it was about to break through the sky.

Figures flew rapidly through the air like meteors chasing the moon.

The sounds of shouting, roaring, and clashing of magical instruments intertwined together. These sounds hit everyone's eardrums hard, making people shudder.

In this cruel and ruthless war, 90% of the monks participating in the war were in the Qi training stage, with a number of nearly 100,000.

They swarmed forward like a tide, and on this bloody battlefield, they used various methods, hoping to survive and make achievements in this life-and-death situation, and fight for a future.

The monks on the battlefield cast one Five Elements spell after another. For a moment, the world seemed to be reshaped by a pair of invisible hands.

The raging flames billowed and burned half of the sky red, as if the sky was on fire.

A thick water column broke through the clouds, carrying a tremendous force like a tidal wave, and smashed into the enemy.

The huge rocks were like cannonballs, carrying tremendous force, flying everywhere, leaving a mess wherever they went.

The howling wind raged like a mad beast, wantonly disrupting the enemy's formation.

The thick soil suddenly rose up and turned into solid barriers to protect their own camp.

...There were also some people who used magic weapons to attack the enemy, and flying swords with flashing cold light shuttled back and forth among the crowd.

The precious tripod roared, making a dull and heavy sound, and crushed towards the enemy with the force of a mountain, with astonishing momentum.

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Others quickly took out carefully crafted talismans from their storage bags, flicked their fingers, and injected spiritual power into them.

In an instant, these talismans were like lit fuses, instantly bursting out with powerful energy and transforming into brilliant five-element spells.

The golden talisman flashed and turned into countless sharp golden blades, whistling towards the enemy camp like a violent storm.

The wood-type talismans gave birth to thick vines that spread and grew at an alarming speed, trying to entangle the enemy's body and restrict its movements.

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Various spells and magical weapons collided violently, and the lights reflected each other, so bright that people could not open their eyes.

The situation on the battlefield changes rapidly, just like the weather in June, changing at any time.

At every moment, there are monks who are defeated by their opponents and fall down with hatred, their lives fleeting like a candle in the wind.

The scene was so bloody and cruel that it was appalling.

Broken arms and limbs were scattered all over the ground, like rag dolls discarded at random, and the twisted limbs told of the tragedy that the owner had suffered in his life.

The corpses lay scattered across the ground, their eyes wide open, as if accusing the world of the cruelty of this war.

The screams of the wounded and the sounds of fighting intertwined and echoed, as if an invisible net enveloped everyone, and it was endless.

Those screams pierced people's eardrums like sharp arrows and struck their hearts, making people shudder.

Amidst the sounds of fighting, there were angry roars and desperate cries, as if it were a sad song from hell.

The blood flowed, meandering down the terrain and gathering into a river in the low-lying areas.

The bright red blood was like a twisted giant python, slowly wriggling, which was shocking to the eye.

The air was filled with a smell of blood that was so strong that it was almost tangible. It was thick and pungent, making one's stomach churn and unable to help but feel nauseous.

With every breath, one can seem to feel the bloody smell flowing through the nose and into the heart and lungs, making the soul tremble.

The entire battlefield was like a purgatory on earth, exuding an atmosphere of despair.

In this chaotic melee, the figure of the Foundation Establishment cultivator was particularly eye-catching.

There are nearly two thousand of them, and their aura is powerful.

The seven major sects of Yue State sent out their elite forces, totaling about one thousand Foundation Establishment cultivators to the battlefield.

The six sects of the Demonic Path were not willing to be outdone. More than a thousand Foundation Establishment cultivators brazenly joined the battle, and a peak showdown began.

As soon as these Foundation Establishment Stage masters clashed with each other, the atmosphere on the battlefield was instantly ignited, and the battle instantly entered a white-hot stage.

The magical weapons they summoned collided violently in the air, making a deafening sound that seemed to break people's eardrums.

The light emitted from the magic weapon intertwined and reflected each other, making people's eyes hurt, as if thousands of steel needles were piercing the eyes.

The five elements magic spells were everywhere in the sky. The flames, carried by the strong wind, burned fiercely, burning the void and distorting it, like a piece of canvas melted by high temperature, which could break at any time.

The water dragon roared out, carrying with it rolling cold air. Wherever it passed, frost filled the air and a thick layer of ice instantly condensed on the ground, like an ice field.

The wind blade was like a deadly sword, cutting through the sky and making a sharp whistling sound.

The golden magic weapon was wrapped in sharp sword energy, flashing with cold light. Every sword energy could tear the surrounding air apart, making a "sizzling" sound.

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Compared with the Qi training cultivators on the side, the intensity of their fight increased exponentially.

For a moment, the entire sky was painted with colorful lights by various spells and magic weapons. At first glance, it was extremely dazzling, but in fact, behind this splendor was a deadly crisis. If you were not careful, you would be shattered to pieces.

The battles between the cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage were extremely noisy. Every fierce collision of their magical weapons would trigger a strong shock wave that spread wildly in all directions like surging waves.

Wherever the shock wave went, it was like a destructive storm passing through.

The sturdy trees were uprooted, and their branches and leaves fluttered wildly in the air, like butterflies torn by the wind, losing their direction.

The wind and sand were blown high up, covering the sky and the sun. The entire battlefield fell into chaos in an instant, the vision was blocked, and only the sound of magic weapons colliding and spells whistling could be heard.

(End of this chapter)