Chapter 1471 90th Place

The Red River Valley is a vast area with winding mountains and towering ancient trees. It is a treasure that is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

At this moment, the rising sun was born, shedding light golden light, and the silhouette of the figure sitting on the top of the mountain was like a god, transcendent above all living beings.

It was Ling Xian.

His star eyes are tightly closed, Dao marks are added to his body, he breathes out the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and strengthens his cultivation.

It's a pity that the effect is minimal, like a stone falling into the sea, it is difficult to splash even a single ripple.

This is also something that can't be helped. When you reach the seventh realm, cultivation becomes even more difficult. It would take hundreds of years to break through a small realm just by breathing out aura alone.

Therefore, Ling Xian felt the urgency, although he still had hundreds of years to live, but don't forget, there is the curse of Tianyuan in his body.

This kind of curse is terrifying and sinister, it will eat away his life essence little by little, especially after swallowing Hundred Steps, the power is even more powerful.

According to Ling Xian's estimation, every day that passed, the curse of Tianyuan would devour four days of his lifespan. In other words, when others spend one day, he is equivalent to five days.

As a result, he naturally felt urgent. However, he also understands that whether it is a breakthrough or a search for medicine, it depends on the chance and can't be rushed.

"Let's go with the flow, the top priority is to deal with the Demon Sect."

Ling Xian sighed, thinking of the Demon Sect, she couldn't help frowning.

It has been half a year since the last battle. In the past six months, Momen has not sent troops here, as if forgetting the Red River Valley.

However, the situation in the remaining nine battlefields has become more and more severe. Every time news comes, the situation is a bit worse.

In the face of the strange and powerful Demon Gate, the coalition forces were beaten and defeated. If it weren't for the advantage in numbers, I am afraid that the other nine battlefields would have collapsed long ago.

However, as far as the current situation is concerned, the collapse is a matter of time, unless the various strange methods of the Demon Sect can be cracked.

"The situation is very serious. The methods of the extraterritorial demons are too strange and unfamiliar, and there is no way to start."

Thinking of the news from the nine major battlefields, Ling Xian sighed and was very worried.

The Demon Gate is the indigenous force of the Xuanwu Continent.

No matter how strange the method is, the major forces will understand a little bit, and they will not be beaten so badly. But the fact was that he was beaten without the ability to fight back, which proved that those strange methods came from extraterritorial demons.

"Hopefully, the major forces can abandon their selfishness and join forces to fight the enemy." Ling Xian muttered to himself.

Although the battle situation has not reached the critical moment, it is already very serious. If the major forces are selfish, then this battle will not be able to be fought.

And just as he frowned and thought about it, a silver dragon pierced through the clouds and broke into the sky, and the moment it landed, it turned into a human figure, it was the man in white.

He clenched his sword eyebrows and said solemnly, "Something has happened!"

"What's the matter?" Ling Xian frowned slightly.

"Magic Sect has added troops to the nine battlefields. It seems that even if it is not a battle to the death, it wants to defeat the coalition forces in the nine battlefields in one fell swoop." The man in white was concise and to the point.

"It doesn't make sense. Although the Demon Sect is powerful, in terms of the number of top powerhouses, the coalition forces still have the advantage."

"It's just because of selfishness that the major forces didn't do their best."

"So, the way to benefit the Demon Sect should be to fight a war of attrition and decide the outcome, just to force the major forces to abandon their selfishness, which is not beneficial to the Demon Sect."

Ling Xian was suspicious and couldn't understand Momen's plan.

"You're right, but that's Lao Huang Li."

The man in white smiled bitterly and said, "Guess how many strong men did the Demon Sect send?"

"What time is it, you still let me guess? Hurry up and say." Ling Xian frowned, and his tone became a little heavier.

"Speaking of which, it's really unbelievable. How can there be so many strong people in the Dao Realm?"

The man in white sighed with emotion and said, "The Demon Sect has sent ten experts of the Dao Realm to each battlefield, that is to say, a total of ninety."

"Ninety strong people?" Ling Xian's body was shocked, and he was also shocked because of his temperament.

That is a rare seventh-level power, not a small cultivator that can be seen everywhere. Even if the major top forces are added together, there may not be ninety.

Although the Demon Sect has a profound background, it is only a force after all. How can it have 90 experts in the Ming Dao realm?

"This is impossible. Although the Demon Sect has been inherited for 100,000 years, in terms of the depth of its heritage, no power in the world can surpass it."

"In terms of the number of top powerhouses, there is no force comparable."

"But the ninety experts in the Dao Realm are too incredible."

Ling Xian's brows were furrowed. He had spent some time in the Devil's Gate Cave, and he was sure that the Devil's Gate only had at most thirty cultivators of the Ming Dao Realm.

Some people have died one after another in the past two years. At present, it is not bad to have 20 people left. How can there be as many as 90?

"I also think it's incredible. It's simply a fantasy, but this is absolutely true."

The man in white smiled bitterly and said, "Ninety monks of the Ming Dao realm are not bad. They are all flesh and blood people, not puppets, nor monsters."

Hearing this, Ling Xian's brows furrowed even tighter. He was certain that there were at most twenty seventh-level monks left in the Demon Sect. Where did the remaining seventy people come from?

Could it be that it is an extraterritorial demon?

Thinking of this possibility, Ling Xian's heart suddenly sank, and his face became gloomy.

If he guessed correctly, the problem would be even more serious.

Although Ling Xian didn't know what the extraterritorial demons had, he knew that once the extraterritorial demons were allowed to enter the Xuanwu Continent, bad things would definitely happen!

"The nine major battlefields are added together, and there were originally eighteen strong people in the enlightenment realm. Now, there are one hundred and eight."

"This is an unbelievable number. Even if the major forces are added together, they may not be able to make up a hundred bright and powerful people."

"Therefore, the headmasters of the major forces have already given orders, asking me to wait and go to support."

The man in white sighed, showing a hint of despair.

One hundred and eight strong people of Ming Dao, this number is too terrifying, whoever changes it will inevitably feel despair.

"Could it be that the Xuanwu Continent doesn't have the Eighth Realm Great Expert?" Ling Xian frowned.

"Maybe, maybe not, but one thing is certain, the eighth realm has not yet appeared."

The man in white said helplessly, "In other words, we can only fight to the death."

"Death battle... What a heavy word." Ling Xian sighed and said: "You are all gone, what will happen to the Red River Valley? What if the Demon Sect is trying to move the tiger away from the mountain?"

"One hundred and eight strong men of Ming Dao have already formed an array. Even if we are trying to adjust the tiger away from the mountain, we can only be fooled."

"Those nine battlefields are very important. If they are occupied by the Demon Sect, the situation will be even more dangerous."

"What's more, this is likely to be the last battle, and there is no such thing as a tug-of-war."

The man in white gave a bitter smile, obviously not holding out much hope.

Seeing this, Ling Xian pondered for a moment, then said solemnly, "I'll go with you."

"No, you have to guard this place."

The man in white refused, and said, "The Red River Valley is also very important. We must leave a cultivator of the Ming Dao Realm to sit in charge. You are undoubtedly the best candidate."

"My ancient Buddha relic may be able to help." Ling Xian said.

"It's useless, since you broke that special method, this method has never appeared again."

The man in white sighed and said, "So, you should stay."

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