Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 129: Jindan Stage Cultivators Confrontation
Above the battlefield filled with blood and murderous atmosphere, the Jindan stage cultivators of the two forces faced each other from a distance, their eyes as sharp as torches, silently sizing up each other's background.

More than thirty Jindan-stage cultivators from the seven major sects of Yue State stood closely together. They moved slightly closer and whispered about the situation of the enemy Jindan-stage cultivators opposite them, their eyes revealing prudence and concentration.

In this life-and-death battlefield, choosing the right opponent is a matter of life and death, so everyone will carefully consider the details of the opponent so as not to be too passive in the subsequent battle.

As a rule, cultivators in the early Jindan stage usually set their sights on opponents in the same early Jindan stage as themselves.

Similarly, cultivators in the middle stage of the Jindan period will carefully choose those in the middle stage of the Jindan period as their opponents, and cultivators in the late stage of the Jindan period will naturally choose those in the late stage of the Jindan period who are at a similar level as their own opponents.

In the world of immortal cultivators, the division of realms is like a natural chasm. With each advancement in level, strength will undergo earth-shaking changes.

Take the Jindan stage for example, just one level higher will increase mana by at least several times. This is not an exaggeration, but a real huge difference.

Although the magic power of a cultivator in the early stage of Jindan has been condensed into a pill and has begun to take shape, it is relatively weak compared to that of a cultivator in the middle stage of Jindan.

The magic power of a cultivator in the middle stage of the Jindan period is like fine steel that has been refined twice. It is not only more powerful, but also operates more smoothly and freely.

When it comes to the late stage of Jindan, the magic power is even more vast, as if it contains endless power. The magic power is more than several times that of the middle stage of Jindan.

This seemingly mere difference in mana of a few percent is enough to become the key factor in determining victory or defeat in an ever-changing battle.

Imagine that two monks are fighting on the battlefield, with spells flashing and magic weapons colliding and roaring.

One side has powerful magic power and can continuously cast powerful spells, while the other side lacks magic power and gradually loses strength in the fierce battle.

In this case, the balance of the battle will quickly tilt, and may even lead to an unforeseen crushing victory.

The one with stronger magic power is like having absolute right to speak. He can rely on his powerful magic power to easily break through the opponent's defense and dissolve the opponent's attack into nothingness.

The party with weaker magic power can only struggle to hold on under the powerful attack, and in the end it is easily extinguished like a candle in the wind.

Such scenes are common in countless battles in the world of immortal cultivation, constantly reminding every cultivator how important it is to improve their realm.

After a while, the Jindan stage cultivators on both sides quickly and carefully chose their opponents.

Among them, Nangong Wan's cultivation level dropped to the early stage of Jindan because of Han Li. She keenly locked her eyes on a female cultivator in the Jindan stage from the Hehuan Sect.

Nangong Wan's eyes revealed a hint of solemnity, and she nodded slightly to the female monk.

The female monk from the Hehuan Sect was not willing to be outdone. A hint of ruthlessness flashed in her eyes as she responded with a provocative look.

Immediately, the spiritual energy around the two of them surged, and they turned into two streams of light and flew towards the distance.

After all, in this extremely dangerous fight, no one would be willing to have others watching from the sidelines.

If someone suddenly takes advantage of the opportunity to launch a sneak attack while the battle is in full swing, there will be no extra energy or time to make any defense.

Doing so would undoubtedly mean handing your life and death into the hands of others.

In the world of immortal cultivation where the strong prey on the weak and dangers abound, such foolish behavior would basically not occur. Every cultivator knows the importance of protecting himself.

I saw everyone choosing their opponents one by one, pairing up in pairs, each using their magical powers, and turning into streams of light to fly away.

Lin Fan stood alone, observing his surroundings with a calm gaze, quietly waiting for his opponent to appear. Soon, the bustling battlefield gradually quieted down. Most of the Jindan cultivators who had originally gathered there had departed, leaving only a few late Jindan cultivators, including Senior Sister Hongfu from the Yellow Maple Valley.

She was wearing a red palace dress, the sleeves of which rustled in the wind. Her black hair was tied up high, revealing her fair and slender neck. Her face was cold and her eyes revealed a sharpness that should not be underestimated.

Xiao Jingyan from the Giant Sword Sect was also among them. He was tall and strong, like a towering mountain, and was wearing a heavy black suit that highlighted his bulging muscles.

He carried a huge sword on his back. The sword was broad and heavy, as thick as an ordinary person's arm, and more than ten feet long.

The sword is engraved with ancient and mysterious runes. The hilt is wrapped with a layer of black dragon skin, with faint dragon scale patterns on it, as if showing the extraordinary origin of this sword.

There is also Zhang Ziyi from the Yanyue Sect. She has an ethereal temperament, like the Queen Mother of the West who has descended to earth. She is wearing a white palace dress, and the hem of her skirt flutters in the wind, as if shrouded in clouds and mist.

Her face was exquisite and beautiful, and her eyes were like the twinkling stars in the night sky, revealing a certain coldness and mystery that made people dare not look directly at her.

These people are all well-known powerful people in the Yue Kingdom's cultivation world. Their existence is like a magic needle that can stabilize the situation.

Hong Fu suddenly spoke at this time, her voice crisp and decisive: "Junior brother, have you chosen your opponent? If not, I will take action first." She raised her eyebrows slightly, with a hint of ridicule and confidence in her eyes, and looked at Lin Fan beside her.

Lin Fan bowed slightly with a gentle smile on his face: "Senior sister, you choose first, there is no need to rush." ​​His voice was steady, neither humble nor arrogant, showing his humility.

"Alright then." Hong Fu nodded gently, her eyes sweeping across the enemy formation, her gaze as sharp as a hawk's. Immediately, she raised her finger and pointed at one of the late Jindan cultivators across from her, saying loudly, "Fellow Daoist, come out and fight!"

As she finished speaking, there was a commotion among the crowd opposite, and then a tall monk walked out.

This person had a gloomy face and a fierce look in his eyes. He was wearing a dark purple robe embroidered with strange patterns and exuded a strange aura.

He stepped forward, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly, and spiritual energy surged around him, as if he took Hongfu's challenge very seriously.

"Hmph, Hong Fu of the Yellow Maple Valley, today I will let you witness the methods of my Demon Flame Sect!"

Hong Fu and the monk from the Demon Flame Sect exchanged glances, and a hint of fighting spirit flashed in each other's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the spiritual power around the two of them suddenly burst out, and light flashed under their feet, turning into two streams of light flying towards the distance.

Just after Hongfu and the monk from the Demon Flame Sect left, there was a commotion in the Demonic Camp, and then a middle-aged man in his fifties walked out.

He was wearing a black robe and looked quite short compared to the people around him, but the powerful aura he exuded could not be underestimated. He was obviously a cultivator in the late Jindan stage.

The man's eyes were like an eagle's, and he glanced at Lin Fan coldly, his eyes full of provocation.

He raised his chin slightly, and said in a sharp and piercing voice: "Do you dare to come out and fight?" After that, he stretched out his skinny fingers and pointed them directly at Lin Fan.

The man's black robe rustled in the wind, and the cuffs were embroidered with strange skull patterns, emitting a faint disgusting smell.

His face was covered with wrinkles, and his eyes were sinister and cruel. It was obvious that he was not someone to be trifled with.

Lin Fan's face was calm, but a sharp light flashed in his eyes. It was just right for me to use you to test my advanced magical powers.

Lin Fan clasped his fists slightly and said in a steady and powerful voice: "In that case, it will be as you wish." After that, spiritual power surged around his body, and with a flash of light under his feet, he flew away into the distance.

(End of this chapter)