Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start.

Chapter 238 The terrifying axe and shield of the innate coffin!

"No, no, this is not advisable. Although we gained the upper hand in this battle, it was only a narrow victory. Once we penetrate deeper into the Xiong tribe's stronghold, there are too many uncertainties!"

The fat Maitreya shook his head and said cautiously.

Chi You nodded in agreement, "Although we won this battle, it is undeniable that the Xuanyuan clan is indeed not weak, and we cannot be careless."

"What we need to do now is to focus on training our troops and cultivating our soldiers, so that we can deliver another fatal blow to the Xuanyuan clan in a short period of time, before they have recovered their strength."

Soon, Chi You issued an order, mobilizing the entire Jiuli tribe's resources.

Smelt ore, weave iron armor, forge weapons!

Cultivate fertile fields, sow grains, and reap a bountiful harvest in autumn!

Soldiers were selected, incorporated into the army, and subjected to grueling training.

The strength of the entire Jiuli tribe is rising at an extremely terrifying rate.

Meanwhile, the Xiong tribe was also making preparations in full swing.

As Ran Deng said, the first defeat is nothing; as long as you can win the last one, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Time flies, and five years have passed in the blink of an eye!

Both Xiong and Jiuli were seething with anger and continued to develop their own strength!

On this day, the two tribes once again agreed to fight in the Central Plains.

The Youxiong tribe has mobilized a total of three million elite troops, a fierce and powerful army, and is marching towards the Central Plains!

The Jiuli tribe, not to be outdone, dispatched two million troops!

Above the Central Plains, malevolent energy surged, obscuring the sky and even making it difficult for countless veteran powerhouses from the primordial era to see clearly.

Only the saints can clearly observe all of this!

Kunlun Holy Land, Jade Void Palace, Yuanshi cold-faced and cold-eyed.

"The elite forces of the Chan Sect have all been deployed. The Jiuli tribe is nothing but ants, easily wiped out with a snap of the fingers."

The Great Witch Xingtian and others came from the Netherworld Sea, and their bodies were imbued with the aura of Houtu's Holy Path, so Yuanshi naturally could not detect it.

In the West, at the sacred land of Sumeru, Zhunti and Jieyin appeared confident of victory.

"Senior brother, don't worry, this time, Jiuli will surely win!"

Zhunti's eyes sparkled, as if he could already see the throne of the human emperor beckoning to him.

"We must not let our guard down."

The guidance remains cautious and has not been relaxed.

On the Central Plains battlefield, banners fluttered, and the armies of Xuanyuan and Jiuli stood clearly separated.

The thunderous sound of war drums resounded throughout the heavens and the earth, stirring up countless malevolent forces.

In the Nine Heavens, in a place unseen by countless people, the fate of humanity is churning violently!

Xuanyuan coldly stared at Chiyou, who was riding on the black and white iron-eating beast, and said in a cold voice, "Today's battle will annihilate the Nine Li!"

Behind him, countless identical voices rang out, "We swear to annihilate the Nine Li!"

"We swear to annihilate the Nine Li!"

"We swear to annihilate the Nine Li!"

The Twelve Golden Immortals of Kunlun flew in mid-air, their auras perfectly unified, coldly staring at the pharmacist opposite them.

Today's battle is a chance to wipe away our shame and teach the Western disciples a lesson.

Across from him, atop the enormous iron-eating beast, Chi You chuckled. "Xuanyuan, it's best to refrain from empty boasting. Have you forgotten how you suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of my Jiuli tribe five years ago?"

"Hmph, enough talk, let's see who's the best on the battlefield."

At the command of both sides, the sound of war drums shook the heavens and the earth, and the two sides instantly clashed on the vast plain.

"Medicine Master, Maitreya, you are arrogant! Today I will show you the might of the Immortal Kunlun!"

Guang Chengzi was the first to unleash the Fantian Seal, smashing it towards the Pharmacist with the force of thunder.

Behind Guang Chengzi, eleven Golden Immortals each unleashed their magical treasures.

The Yin-Yang Mirror, the Immortal-Binding Rope, the Immortal-Slaying Sword, the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover, the Dragon-Hiding Stake, the Tai Chi Talisman, the Clearing Glass Bottle, the Demon-Subduing Pestle, and other weapons were all thrown at the four pharmacists.

The disciples of the Western Sect are quite capable. Although they live in the barren lands of the West, they possess profound Taoist skills.

Unable to guarantee victory in a one-on-one fight, Guang Chengzi and his companions decided to gang up on each other and launch a direct attack.

As long as we help the Xuanyuan clan seize the throne of the Human Emperor, what does it matter if we outnumber the weak?

Under the relentless and powerful offensive of the Twelve Golden Immortals led by Guang Chengzi, the Medicine Master and the others could no longer hold on after only a hundred rounds.

"Brother Xingtian, what are you waiting for? Make your move!"

While cursing Guang Chengzi and the others for their lack of martial ethics, the pharmacist shouted at the Jiuli camp.

"Hmm, the Witch Clan has a backup plan?"

Guang Chengzi was startled, but quickly calmed down. His Xuanyuan tribe still had their Master Randeng who hadn't made a move yet.

"I'm here!"

Xing Tian suddenly charged out from the Jiuli army.

His aura flared up, and the perfect aura of a Great Luo Golden Immortal burst forth as he fiercely slashed at the twelve Golden Immortals with his axe.

The terrifying power distorted the entire space, making the hairs on the Twelve Golden Immortals stand on end.

A great sense of danger arose in his heart, and without thinking of anything else, he raised his hand to defend himself.

But how could Xing Tian, ​​a top-tier great shaman with the peak cultivation of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, possibly withstand the attacks of the twelve Golden Immortals who had not yet attained the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm?

With just one strike, the Twelve Golden Immortals turned pale and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Their magical treasures dimmed and the twelve figures flew backward abruptly.

In the sacred land of Kunlun, above the Jade Void Palace and the auspicious clouds of the heavens, Yuanshi Tian's face was grim as he gritted his teeth, "Xingtian... damned!"

In the Central Plains, Ran Deng suddenly flew out from the central army tent, unleashing a burst of magical power to catch the Twelve Golden Immortals.

He was originally hiding in the central command tent, not intending to make a move.

With the power of the Twelve Golden Immortals, dealing with the Four Great Disciples of the West would be more than enough.

Unexpectedly, the Jiuli tribe had a backup plan, with a high-ranking shaman hiding among them.

"Are you alright?"

The question asked by Ran Deng was not out of concern for the injuries of the Twelve Golden Immortals.

Rather, it's because if the Twelve Golden Immortals were injured, the Sage would blame them.

"Thanks to Teacher Ran Deng, we are all safe."

The Twelve Golden Immortals were still shaken; they had truly felt the deadly threat when faced with that axe blow.

If it weren't for the fact that the twelve Golden Immortals hadn't joined forces at the most critical moment, there would have been casualties.

"I'm glad you're all alright. Leave this big guy to me."

Seeing that the Twelve Golden Immortals were unharmed, Randeng breathed a sigh of relief and turned his attention to Xing Tian.

Xing Tian's aura was indeed very strong, ranking him at the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

But Randeng, one of the three thousand guests of Zixiao Palace, is weak. Today, in this battle, Randeng will prove himself.

"Pre-natal coffin".

Randeng immediately summoned his natal magic weapon, a huge coffin, completely black.

An endless aura of death lingered above, pressing down fiercely on Xing Tian.

"Good timing."

Xing Tian was not afraid at all and wielded his axe and shield to meet the attack.

"boom!!!"

A tremendous roar resounded, and at the moment of the collision, the entire Central Plains seemed to be swept by a massive storm.

Randeng felt an overwhelming force coming from the coffin, and he was thrown backward uncontrollably.

Xing Tian was also forced back several steps by the enormous recoil from the coffin.

But the two separated and then reunited, and in the blink of an eye, they fought hundreds of rounds in mid-air.

(End of this chapter)