Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 567 War begins

His face was handsome and dashing, with a bright red dot on his forehead and eyes like fire, burning with pure and fierce rage.

Clad in crimson-gold lotus leaf armor, with her hair bound in red silk, the bright red Hun Tian Ling (a type of shroud) resembled a burning blood-red cloud, fluttering and rustling even without wind as it wrapped around her arms.

He carried an antique gold ring on his shoulder, which shimmered with a subtle, jewel-like light.

Most striking are the two golden flaming wheels burning with crimson flames beneath his feet.

As the flames rose, the space itself seemed to distort under the intense heat.

In his hand, he tightly gripped a long, dark gold spear, its tip gleaming with a cold light that seemed capable of piercing the heavens.

The tip of the gun was pointing directly at Xu Yunfan.

A chilling killing intent!
Our fighting spirit soars to the heavens!

This vivid image and domineering aura instantly pierced through Xu Yunfan's distant memories.

His pupils shrank sharply.

"Wind and Fire Wheels, Fire-Tipped Spear, Universe Ring, Heavenly Silk, Universe Ring..."

"This is……"

The young man before them, though his demeanor and temperament perfectly matched the aura of the Heavenly Dao of this world, his distinctive magical artifacts and attire instantly brought to mind a name from ancient mythology.

"Nezha?"

Xu Yunfan raised his eyebrows slightly, carefully sensing the sensation before finally feeling relieved.

Fortunately, based on their strength level, the opponent was only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment.

The boy suddenly pointed his fire-tipped spear forward, the sound like thunder rolling across the sky.

"Hey! You extraterrestrial demons, how dare you invade my Heavenly Realm! I am here, you will all die!"

Xu Yunfan, who was the first to ascend the main position, had a faint crackle of lightning around him. Although he was facing the young god general who resembled Nezha, he felt no fear whatsoever.

retreat?

That's absolutely out of the question. If I really quit, I'm afraid I'll just be sidelined when I get back.

The face of the Qingyuan True Monarch lineage now rests on his shoulders. In a place like the Yuanshi Sect, losing face and power as a big shot is not just a simple matter of suffering a loss; the days ahead will likely be extremely difficult.

As a Foundation Establishment True Person in the Demonic Path, where could he go if he fled his sect?

The imposing young general before them was only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment. Even with a thousand magical treasures and an overwhelming aura, how could he possibly shake them?

"Humph!"

Xu Yunfan let out a barely audible hum from his nose, like a muffled thunder rumbling across his chest.

Without even glancing at the surging Qi Refining disciples behind him who hadn't yet regained their footing, he suddenly raised his arm, and a highly condensed bolt of lightning burst forth from his fingertip, illuminating the sky and drawing everyone's attention.

"kill."

The single word he uttered contained the spiritual pressure of a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator, instantly overshadowing the chilling atmosphere above the sea of ​​clouds.

His voice was cold, carrying an unquestionable command.

The Qi Refining disciples behind him, while not ordinary resources, were certainly elite talents.

The 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals in the sky were intimidating, but they couldn't frighten these demonic disciples.

hum!
On the platform, the nearly ten thousand Qi Refining disciples of the Yuanshi Sect, after a moment of disorientation and trembling, were immediately ignited by naked greed and blind obedience to the sect's contribution points.

Whether one feels excitement or fear, confusion or ruthlessness, the moment the word "kill" enters one's ears, the cruel instinct rooted in plunder and the survival of the fittest within the Yuanshi Sect instantly overwhelms all emotions.

Like ferocious beasts breaking free of their last shackles, they roared or howled incomprehensibly, transforming into a boiling, surging tide. Various magical artifacts, spiritual light, poisonous smoke, and eerie winds, chaotic yet carrying a ferocity unique to the demonic sects, recklessly rushed towards the well-organized heavenly army formation on the sea of ​​clouds.

"Kill! Seize cultivation techniques and immortal treasures! Count beheadings will be recorded as merits, and the sect will reward you!"

Someone shouted at the top of their lungs amidst the chaos, completely igniting the faint glimmer of hope in the hearts of these gangsters in the truest sense.

Burdened by mountains of debt, he squeezed out his last bit of courage to take a gamble, hoping that his bicycle might turn into a motorcycle.

Who knows, I might be able to become a Foundation Establishment True Person after I go back.

Almost at the same moment, the seven Foundation Establishment cultivators behind Xu Yunfan also did not hesitate.

Although they each had their own ulterior motives and different thoughts about the new commander, they might be plotting to withdraw or reap the benefits at a crucial moment.

But at this moment, with the heavenly army in battle formation ahead, and the opposing celestial generals eyeing them covetously, and also involving the sect's grand plan to invade the celestial realm.

If preserving strength leads to a failed initial assault and angers the Golden Core True Monarch stationed in the rear, the consequences will be dire...

The thought of being stripped of their souls and their bodies destroyed sent chills down the spines of the seven immortals.

A Foundation Establishment cultivator who practiced pure demonic arts techniques sneered.

“A mere celestial soldier dares to block the path of my Holy Sect.”

"Slay him and achieve great merit!"

"Fellow disciples, stop holding back and quickly form ranks to meet the enemy!"

With a few shouts, seven powerful Foundation Establishment spiritual pressures suddenly erupted. Although they were not as vast and boundless as those of Lu Chuan and Tian Yan, who were Perfected Great True Persons, they were like seven plumes of smoke rising into the sky, carrying a chilling pressure. They locked onto the figures of several Heavenly Generals behind the Heavenly Soldier Battle Formation, who were also emanating the same Foundation Establishment aura and holding command flags or jade tablets.

They naturally understood that those heavenly generals were the key to truly organizing the heavenly army for effective resistance.

Seven figures, like shooting stars chasing the moon, carrying surging demonic energy, evil winds, and pure energy, instantly bypassed the chaotic Qi refining battlefield and rushed straight towards those equally powerful Foundation Establishment level auras, intending to firmly restrain them.

The battlefield at the Foundation Establishment level was instantly pulled apart, colliding violently in the air with thunder and lightning, bizarre and fantastical phenomena, and a surge of spiritual energy that stirred up and shattered the sea of ​​clouds below.

The battle on the Qi Refining battlefield has suddenly erupted!

Chaos, bloodshed, and utter disorder clashed with the solemn military bearing and unwavering resolve of the heavenly soldiers and generals.

On one side were the desperate attacks of the Qi Refining disciples of the Yuanshi Sect, each one like a gambler burdened with a blood feud, wielding demonic arts and evil spells, with blood-stained talismans flying everywhere, ghosts and vengeful spirits howling, and poisonous miasma and green smoke spreading. Some even detonated their magical artifacts, just to tear a gap in the dense array of heavenly soldiers.

Screams, curses, the clanging of magical artifacts, and the explosions of spiritual energy blended into a sea of ​​demonic sounds.

On the other hand, although the Heavenly Soldiers' formation was shaken by this sudden and frenzied charge, and some areas were in disarray, their overall will remained strong.

Command flags fluttered in the formation, and layers upon layers of silver armor shimmered with celestial light, forming a dense forest of spears and halberds.

Tens of thousands of heavenly soldiers roared in unison, their voices transforming into a torrent of metal, the rolling aura of war and slaughter condensing into a tangible mountain, pressing down fiercely on the charging demonic disciples.

Puff puff puff puff...!
The sounds of metal piercing flesh were incessant; the first round of combat resulted in blood and gore flying everywhere.

The disciples of the Primordial Sect were fierce, advancing wave after wave. The heavenly soldiers formed a solid formation, with spears and halberds like a forest, and their celestial light shields flashed as they continuously annihilated the approaching demonic shadows.

Every second, countless Qi Refining disciples are pierced, torn apart, burned, or injured.

Similarly, a vast number of heavenly soldiers were struck by vicious magical artifacts or blown up by self-destruction, their silver armor shattered, their celestial light dimmed, and they fell into the sea of ​​clouds with screams.

These demonic sect disciples who cultivate Qi can live smoothly to the middle and late stages of Qi cultivation, naturally they have unique methods.

Although many Qi Refining disciples cultivate the grand path, everyone in the sect is adept at using insidious and vicious methods.

The mixture of filthy blood and spiritual light turned the vast sea of ​​clouds into a filthy battlefield.

At the very heart of this brutal battlefield, in the open area between the mountains below and the clouds above, two figures collided with a deafening roar.

(End of this chapter)