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

Chapter 240 The Mysterious Maiden's Art of War: Action Taken in the South Pole

After reading the Chan Sect's military strategy, the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden couldn't help but frown.

"This military strategy has many flaws. Who taught it to you?"

Xuanyuan smiled awkwardly and did not answer.

Burning the lamp, the twelve Golden Immortals blushed slightly, and even wanted to burrow underground.

Seeing the expressions on Guang Chengzi and the others' faces, the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden knew everything. She laughed and said, "It's alright. With the military knowledge from my three volumes of heavenly books, we can definitely crush the Jiuli tribe in one fell swoop."

Xuanyuan said gratefully, "Then I'll trouble you, Immortal."

"It's no trouble at all, just my job."

The Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden remained calm. Her trip to the mortal realm wasn't for nothing; at least 30% of the fortune would belong to her.

Next, the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden replaced Guang Chengzi and others, and began to retrain the troops and combine battle formations.

During this period, the Jiuli tribe led a large army to harass and probe the enemy several times, but the Youxiong tribe always put up a white flag and refused to fight no matter how the other side cursed them.

Two and a half years passed in the blink of an eye. The Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden met with Xuanyuan again and declared that they could go to war with the Jiuli army.

Xuanyuan was very satisfied with the army trained by the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden, and mobilized another two million troops to advance towards the Central Plains.

Burning the lamp, the Twelve Golden Immortals held the line, while the Antarctic Immortal was hidden deep within the army, waiting to deal with the great witches of the Witch Clan.

No matter how powerful those great witches are, they are only Great Luo Golden Immortals and are not worth worrying about at all. This is the confidence of the Antarctic Immortal as a Quasi-Saint.

The Jiuli tribe, with Chi You in command of the central army, also mobilized an army of two million to advance towards the Central Plains.

In the central army, Chi You's face was extremely calm. In the third battle for supremacy, he was determined to capture Xuanyuan alive, seize the throne of the Human Emperor, and secure a glimmer of hope for the Wu tribe.

The four—Bhaisajyaguru, Maitreya, Mahasthamaprapta, and Ksitigarbha—were eager and excited, determined to defeat the Chan Sect on the battlefield.

Time flew by, and three days passed. Both armies, acting with utmost speed, once again faced off in the struggle for supremacy.

At this time, after two major battles, the soil of Zhuolu was soaked in blood, turning it blood red. A faint smell of blood lingered on the battlefield of Zhuolu, never to dissipate for eternity.

With banners waving, the two armies faced each other in silence. Then, the sound of war drums rang out, and both armies immediately plunged into battle.

The Twelve Golden Immortals of Kunlun, having mustered all their strength, attacked the four Pharmacists. The four Pharmacists, unfazed, fought the Twelve Golden Immortals in mid-air.

The Golden Immortal of Kunlun had a large and powerful force. Although the Pharmacist and the others were no match for him, they could still provide support for a while.

On the other side, Randeng summoned the coffin and the innate coffin lamp, engaging in a fierce battle with the three great witches Xiangliu, Jiufeng, and Xingtian.

After a fierce battle, Ran Deng's face suddenly turned pale, and he was exhausted. He shouted, "Senior Brother Antarctic, if you don't act now, when will you?"

The myriad races of the primordial world who were watching the battle were suddenly shocked. "The Kunlun lineage actually had an ambush?"

On the battlefield, as the sound of the torch fell, the solid void was suddenly torn in two.

The Antarctic Immortal slowly emerged from within, his Daoist aura, at the Quasi-Saint level, constantly surging around him.

He wasn't particularly tall, but the moment he appeared, he instantly became the center of attention, with everyone's eyes fixed on him.

The myriad races of the primordial world were in an uproar. "Good heavens, the Chan Sect can't afford to play this game; they've actually sent out a quasi-saint great cultivator."

"With a quasi-saint making a move, who else can stand against him?"

"The Chan Sect, have no shame! It's one thing to bully the weak with numbers, but now they've even sent out a Quasi-Saint cultivator. Tsk tsk, this is the Saintly lineage that's famous throughout the prehistoric world."

The Old Man of the South Pole, holding a peachwood staff, struck directly at Xing Tian.

With a deafening roar, the peachwood staff and Xing Tian's axe and shield collided, stirring up endless ripples of magical power.

Xing Tian's face turned pale, and he was sent flying over a thousand meters away before he could finally regain his footing.

The power of a quasi-saint is terrifying!

With Xing Tian suddenly gone, Randeng felt much less pressure and hurriedly flew to the side of the Antarctic Immortal, saying, "Brother Antarctic, it's up to you now."

After saying this, without waiting for the Antarctic Immortal's response, he transformed into a streak of light and returned to the Jiuli army tent to begin his breathing exercises.

In fact, Ran Deng is far from being unable to fight anymore, but with the quasi-saint power of Antarctica present, whether he takes action or not is of little consequence.

The Antarctic Immortal glanced indifferently at Jiu Feng and Xiang Liu, and said coldly, "Retreat now, and I will spare your lives. Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite."

"Do you think our witch clan is easily intimidated? You're too kind. We'd like to see just how impolite you are."

Two more voices rang out, and not far away, the Wind God and the Rain Master rode the fierce winds of the heavens, bringing bone-chilling acid rain.

Seeing that the four pharmacists were somewhat weakened, they flew to their side.

With a casual swing, a thunderous attack crashed down upon the Twelve Golden Immortals!

"The Heaven-Turning Seal!"

"The Yin-Yang Mirror!"

"Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover!"

"The Immortal-Slaying Sword!"

The twelve Golden Immortals each unleashed their strongest spiritual treasures to block the attack.

But it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot; he was directly blasted away by that overwhelming force.

He was in mid-air, his face ashen, blood gushing from his mouth, and his life force plummeting to rock bottom.

The Wind God and the Rain Master glanced at the Twelve Golden Immortals of Kunlun and shook their heads slightly, "The Twelve Golden Immortals of Kunlun are nothing special."

After saying this, the two of them went up into the air and looked down at the Antarctic Immortal.

Xing Tian brandished his axe and shield, then surrounded them from behind. He grinned and licked his lips.

"Today we'll see who spares whose life."

Xiang Liu, Jiu Feng, Feng Bo, Yu Shi, and Xing Tian, ​​the five top-tier great witches, surrounded the Antarctic Immortal.

The Antarctic Immortal coldly observed the five people, unmoved. Without reaching the Quasi-Saint level, one would never know the difference between a Great Luo Immortal and a Quasi-Saint.

"Set up the formation!"

With a soft shout from Xiang Liu, the five great shamans shifted their positions, each taking a step in a corner, forming an extremely mysterious shape.

His blood and energy spread and expanded, then solidified and merged in mid-air, finally transforming into countless blood-red dragons that surged into the heavens and earth.

It even dispersed the malevolent energy spreading from the heavens.

"How is this possible!"

The old man of the South Pole's expression changed drastically. If the original five great witches could pose some threat to him...

At that moment, he felt as if he were facing an opponent of equal or even stronger level!

On the battlefield, high above the nine heavens, a great battle is about to erupt.

On the battlefield, in the Jiuli army tent, Chi You looked at the sand tables and kept strategizing, his expression becoming more and more solemn!

Today's battle is extraordinary. So far, the Xuanyuan army has not shown any signs of fatigue; on the contrary, they are becoming more and more courageous.

The Youxiong tribe, under the strategic planning of the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden, commanded a million soldiers with ease, gradually encircling the Jiuli!

Xuanyuan watched with great excitement; this was true military strategy!

Compared to Xuan Nu's military strategy, the military strategies of his own teachers were far inferior.

Nine Heavens, the Antarctic Immortal, wielding a peachwood staff, clashed with the Five Great Witches.

The Great Shaman's physical body was already powerful, and now that his qi and blood were combined and intertwined, it became even more indestructible, resulting in a qualitative change.

(End of this chapter)