Mortal: Copying the entry, reborn as Linghu Patriarch

Take a breath.

Ten breaths.

Fifteen minutes passed, and although the Old Demon of Hehuan seemed to be making a move, it was more like he was stalling for time.

Even if Long Han and the others knew, there was nothing they could do.

Anyone who dares to go out will face Hehuan's full attention and attack on that Nascent Soul cultivator.

Everyone came to provide support, so naturally no one wanted to be the one to stick their neck out.

Once all the demonic Nascent Soul cultivators had retreated.

Hehuan felt that there was no point in staying.

Although Yunlu is at the peak of the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, even with his combined strength, he is no match for Long Han and his wife.

Delaying time is fine, but if we really fight, it will only lead to Yunlu's pointless death.

Furthermore, the shorter the possession time, the less cost Yunlu pays.

In order to preserve Yunlu's strength.

The Old Demon of Hehuan decisively withdrew the Xuan Yin Demon Domain, and the demonic energy that filled the sky quickly dissipated, returning to the world.

Sunlight once again fell upon the battlefield.

Upon closer inspection, everyone realized that, apart from three Nascent Soul stage cultivators who perished on the spot due to their inability to escape, all the other demonic cultivators had vanished without a trace.

Even the old demon Yunlu has escaped!

"As expected of the Twin Saints of Luanming, they actually blocked a late-stage Nascent Soul attack with ease and forced the Old Demon of Hehuan to retreat."

"The demonic path has been defeated; this is truly a cause for celebration."

"This battle is over, and I should return to my sect. I am the only Nascent Soul cultivator left in the sect."

"Who isn't?"

The allied forces looked at the horizon, at the golden twilight, and their tense bodies gradually relaxed.

Some people were also angry that not all the demonic Nascent Soul cultivators were killed in this battle.

however.

If the fight really goes to the end, there probably won't be that many of them alive.

It is quite possible that a demonic Nascent Soul cultivator, in a desperate struggle, would take several people with him, resulting in mutual destruction.

Everyone has their own opinion on which situation is more cost-effective.

It's not like we're fighting for our own country.

When it comes to providing support, preserving our own strength is the top priority; whether we can win is secondary.

"Where are Linghu Qing and Ming Zhou?"

Long Han scanned the entire room, and suddenly his heart sank.

The more than forty Nascent Soul cultivators present looked at each other and shook their heads, none of them noticing where the two had gone.

Just now, the Demon Realm was so vast that it blocked out the sun and sky, and all sight and divine sense were blocked, so no one knew that the two of them had already chased after it alone.

Oops.

"Senior sister, she's over there!"

After Zhao Linghan used the sect's secret technique to sense the location of her senior sister Mingzhou, she suddenly opened her eyes and looked in the direction of the six demonic sects in the distance.

Long Han followed the gaze and her expression changed drastically.

"not good!"

"They went after those Nascent Soul demonic cultivators; that's probably why the Joyful Union Demon Lord left!"

Everyone's hearts sank into their throats instantly, as they had all witnessed the power of the Old Demon of the Joyful Union.

just now.

Is Linghu Qing and Ming Zhou about to run into each other?

This is... far too dangerous!

Not to mention there are also a bunch of Nascent Soul cultivators from the demonic path who, although not in good condition, can still be of some help.

It was even more dangerous than dangerous.

Hopefully, the two can hold on a little longer until reinforcements arrive.

"Go and provide support immediately!"

Without further hesitation, Zhao Linghan took the lead and started moving.

The other cultivators from Yue Kingdom set off one after another, following closely behind, ready to rush to the aid of the two.

Just as everyone was about to set off, the communication jade talisman in Long Han's hand suddenly lit up brightly, its spiritual light flashing rapidly.

He reached out and took the message, his face turning grim the instant he scanned its contents.

"Damn that old scoundrel, Hehuan!"

"Fellow Daoists, the righteous Tai Zhen Sect's Supreme Yang Master has descended upon the battlefield of Linglu Kingdom, and none can rival him!"

"The defenses over there are in dire need of help!"

He briefly stated the message.

Upon hearing this, everyone gritted their teeth, filled with hatred.

It's obvious without even thinking that the Old Demon Hehuan must have secretly colluded with Master Zhiyang.

The righteous and the demonic paths have been fighting each other for centuries and are considered mortal enemies.

But when faced with ordinary countries, they can instantly join forces and collude, acting like accomplices.

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This is utterly shameless!

Long Han quickly grasped the situation, made a decisive decision, and gave a deep command.

"The righteous battlefield urgently needs support!"

"Ten fellow cultivators, follow me to reinforce the main battlefield!"

"Ten fellow Daoists, stay and kill all the Core Formation and Foundation Establishment disciples of the Demonic Path."

"Everyone else, provide full support to Linghu Qing and Ming Zhou!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he instantly selected ten people, and he and Feng Bing transformed into a streak of ice and fire light, taking the lead in breaking through the air and disappearing.

A two-way teleportation array; you can come here and go back.

Above the clouds.

The ten early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators exchanged glances and, without needing any orders, stepped out of the clouds in unison.

His figure soared down through the air, heading straight for the demonic army that was still lingering below.

Above ground.

A densely packed array of demonic cultivators at the Core Formation and Foundation Establishment stages.

Just now.

They looked up at the sky, and the demonic aura that had previously covered the sky suddenly dissipated, and the light of heaven returned to the earth.

They all felt a sense of relief, thinking that the battle between Nascent Soul cultivators above had come to an end.

The demonic path won a great victory.

Many have already gripped their magical weapons, poised to seize the opportunity and sweep away the remaining forces of the righteous path.

But the next second, ten chilling Nascent Soul auras crashed down from the sky.

Swords flashed and waves surged.

A giant cauldron was used to suppress the poison, and poisonous rain fell.

Various moves descended upon the crowd like celestial phenomena, killing indiscriminately and without hesitation.

"what!"

"Why is it the Nascent Soul of the Yue Kingdom?"

"Oh no! Our Nascent Soul cultivators from the demonic path have been defeated!"

"Where are the elders of my Ghost Spirit Sect? Where is the sect leader?"

The low-level demonic cultivators below froze instantly, their hearts turning ice-cold.

Only then did they belatedly realize what had happened.

Those who win in the heavens are never our own ancestors.

The demonic Nascent Soul cultivator has been defeated!

The crowd instantly collapsed.

Countless Core Formation cultivators turned pale, their souls nearly leaving their bodies, and they scattered and fled in all directions like madmen.

But in the face of a Nascent Soul cultivator, the fleeing Core Formation cultivator is laughably insignificant.

A Nascent Soul cultivator casually flicked his sleeve, unleashing a torrent of spiritual energy that swept across the entire area, creating countless ripples.

Several fleeing Core Formation cultivators didn't even have time to scream before their bodies instantly shattered, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

The earthquake trembled.

The cracked ground suddenly closed up and rose, and a thick earthen mountain rose from the ground, merging into one.

A large number of Foundation Establishment cultivators were buried directly in the earthen mound, their life force instantly extinguished.

The horrific scene was shocking.

These are Core Formation and Foundation Establishment cultivators who are powerful enough to dominate a region within a sect or small country.

He usually acts superior and aloof.

In the real Nascent Soul battlefield, they are nothing more than marginal ants that can be affected at any time.

At this moment, the spells that Nascent Soul cultivators casually cast are, to them, the descent of a god and an unsolvable divine punishment.

This is the absolute, insurmountable gap between Nascent Soul cultivators and low-level cultivators.

Another distant view.

The wind howled, and the demonic energy dissipated.

Struggling cries echoed from all around.

Linghu Qing held the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword, his gaze as cold as a blade.

"Linghu Qing!"

"So many Nascent Soul cultivators from the demonic path have escaped! Why are you so fixated on chasing after me?"

In his desperate situation, Wang Tiansheng's eyes were bloodshot, his face contorted with rage and resentment, and he roared in fury.

He was in dire straits at this point.

A thick, blood-red defensive shield tightly enveloped his body, but it was already covered with fine cracks and was on the verge of breaking.

Linghu Qing remained silent, his expression indifferent and undisturbed.

What should he say?

The divine senses swept across the entire area.

Among the many tiny red dots, no bigger than sesame seeds, Wang Tiansheng's red dot was the size of a watermelon.

Like a bright light bulb.

Such a conspicuous and eye-catching target, if not him, who should be killed?

Blame it on the fact that you hated me so much that I sensed it from a thousand miles away, so I had no choice but to come and kill you.