Chapter 145: Game Between the Two Major Camps

As if the sun was falling, when the fireball hit the protective formation, the whole camp shook violently, and the spiritual power exploded. Although the protective formation blocked the power of the magic, the fanatical power penetrated into it. For a while, the temperature in the camp rose a lot.

"Tell all of you to get back, otherwise I will start a massacre!" Feng Yuechan stood on her flying spiritual weapon and shouted crisply.

The garrison commander who was sitting here dared not neglect it, and quickly sent a message to his senior brothers and sisters. He saw that Feng Yuechan was not joking.

For a while, some of the Bailian Valley monks who were rushing to the outer circle in various places in the inner circle of the battlefield cursed and retreated one after another.

The Lingxi battlefield has been very lively in recent days, much more lively than before, especially the sects in the inner circle. Several sects in the Haotian Alliance camp chose to declare war on the nearby Wanmo Ridge forces.

What was particularly outrageous was that a sect of the Haotian League called Dading Palace crossed the territories of several sects and declared war on the Zhaotian Sect, which was thousands of miles away from them...

When the war was declared, the low-level cultivators of the Zhaotian Sect were all stunned. They were thousands of miles apart from each other, and their territories were not close to each other. Although they were in different camps, they had no hatred. They didn't know how they provoked the Dading Palace.

Only a few cultivators with higher cultivation understood what was going on, because they had received some orders from the Jiuzhou sect, which asked them to rush to the outer circle of the battlefield immediately to look for the trace of one person.

For such a declaration of war, they naturally didn't want to pay attention, but they couldn't ignore it. The cultivators of the Dading Palace actually came all the way to their doorstep, blocking the low-level cultivators from daring to go out. In desperation, the cultivators of the eighth and ninth levels of the Lingxi realm of the Zhaotian Sect could only return to the station to stabilize the people's hearts.

There were only a few such declarations of war in the first two days, but as time went on, there were more and more. According to statistics from the Tianji Business Alliance, in just five days, the declaration of war between the two camps had swept hundreds of large and small sects. You must know that this was impossible in the past.

This was a large-scale direct confrontation between the two camps of Haotian League and Wanmo Ridge in the Lingxi battlefield after decades. There were too many sects involved in this matter, and even the sects in the core circle paid much attention to it. Such a confrontation was related to whether the flag that once commanded Jiuzhou Haotian League could be preserved!

Originally, this flag would fall completely in two months, but in this sensitive period, a little person who could maintain the continuity of this flag suddenly appeared. How could Wanmo Ridge tolerate it? After more than 30 years of waiting, seeing that the fruit was ripe, no one wanted to cause trouble, so no matter what, the little cultivator of the fifth level must die, and that flag must fall!

This was related to the face of the Wanmo Ridge camp.

At this time, in a wilderness, Lu Ye shook off the blood on his long sword, and several monks from the Wanmo Ridge camp fell around him, frowning.

He felt that something was wrong!

After killing Dong Shuye a few days ago, he set out again towards the direction of the Bixue Sect's headquarters, feeling relaxed physically and mentally.

However, since the encounter three days ago, something strange seemed to have happened.

Three days ago, he was traveling leisurely, and suddenly a group of monks came towards him. It was normal to meet monks in the wilderness. Lu Ye had met too many monks along the way.

However, in general, both sides would take the initiative to avoid any misunderstandings.

When he met this group of monks, Lu Ye wanted to avoid them, but the other party rushed straight towards him, and the other party's expression was obviously very surprised, as if he had picked up money.

The other party was so impolite, Lu Ye had nothing to say, riding on Amber and charging in a round.

Although this group of monks had a fifth-level realm in charge, how could they be Lu Ye's opponent? They were killed in a short while.

After cleaning up the spoils, they were on the road again.

As a result, something unexpected happened to Lu Ye. He soon met another group of monks from Wanmo Ridge...

In these three short days, he had killed six waves of people, collected more than 20 in his storage bag, and added more than 100 merits.

Lu Ye was a little unhappy, because this delayed his journey.

What made him even more upset was that there were some problems with his own spiritual power.

His spiritual power seemed to have some impurities...

The reason why he could take drugs and practice without hidden dangers was all because of the talent tree. He had carefully observed the talent tree. Whenever he took elixir to practice, the poison in the elixir would be burned by the talent tree and then excreted from the body. Therefore, his spiritual power has always been extremely pure, and he has never encountered the situation of poison accumulation mentioned by the headmaster before.

Even without the sharp and protective spiritual patterns, his strength can surpass any cultivator of the same level just by the purity of his spiritual power, because the purer the spiritual power, the greater the destructive power caused by the cultivator's spiritual power.

The same sword strikes out, and the power of the cultivators with different spiritual power purity is different.

But now, his spiritual power actually has some impurities!

When he rested last night, he carefully checked the situation of the talent tree, and was surprised to find that the talent tree seemed to have lost the function of burning the poison, which was the fundamental reason for the impurities in the spiritual power.

He was able to grow from a cultivator who had just opened his mind to the fifth level in less than half a year. The talent tree played a great role. If the talent tree lost the function of burning the poison, then his future cultivation speed would inevitably be greatly reduced.

This discovery made Lu Ye feel quite heavy. Today, he met the monks of Wanmo Ridge blocking his way again. Of course, he was not polite and killed them all in a few seconds.

However, he also thought a lot. This situation may not be impossible to change. The talent tree needs to absorb some fire attribute or burning power. This power can not only make the leaves on the talent tree burn, but also serve as fuel for the talent tree to burn the poison.

If the fuel previously absorbed is used up, then it will naturally not be able to play the role of burning the poison.

Lu Ye didn't know if his guess was correct. If he wanted to verify it, he had to find energy that the talent tree could absorb.

The first time the talent tree absorbed was the orange-yellow flame sealed in a piece of ore, and the second time it absorbed the heat under the barrier-breaking fruit tree. The energy absorbed was roughly the same standard, but Lu Ye didn't know where to find it. The first two times were coincidences.

Fortunately, his spiritual power was pure enough before, and if there was only a little impurity, it would not have any effect on him. Now he just couldn't swallow the spiritual pill as recklessly as before. He took one pill a day at most, and then used the gathering spirit pattern to improve his strength.

He still had a lot of spiritual stones in his hand. He originally planned to go to the Tianji Business Alliance to ask if he could buy something as fuel for the talent tree.

But he couldn't go now. He had encountered several waves of monks from the Wanmo Ridge camp in the past few days, and each wave had a fifth-level realm in charge. He felt as if he was being targeted.

Yiyi was cleaning the battlefield. Lu Ye looked up and saw an eagle circling in the sky, as if looking for prey.

At the same time, three miles away from Lu Ye, under a big tree, several monks gathered together. There were several corpses lying around them. In front of them was a spiritual weapon that looked like a miniature shadow moon disk, on which Lu Ye's figure was reflected.

It was a perspective from a high altitude.

Several people were quietly watching the scene in the small shadow moon disk.

A man swallowed his saliva: "Is this the fifth-level realm?"

They saw with their own eyes how Lu Ye knocked down the team of Wanmo Ridge monks like chopping melons and vegetables. The method was neat and tidy. It was obvious that he had killed many people, and the speed of killing the enemy was beyond the reach of ordinary sixth-level realm.

"Did you find the right person?" another person said, "Don't make a mistake."

"A person of level five, riding a white tiger, starting from Fengyun Mountain, heading towards the direction of the Blue Blood Sect, at the age of sixteen or seventeen, who else could be better than him?" said a plump woman in the lead. The small shadow moon disk was maintained by her spiritual power. Judging from her level of cultivation, she was a level seven cultivator. There were three level six and several level five cultivators traveling with her.

Such a small team would never be seen in the outer circle of the battlefield at ordinary times.

They were originally leaving their own base to head to the junction of the outer circle and the inner circle, because their strength was suitable for training in that position, but they received the master's order halfway and hurried here.

They didn't know much about the grievances of the previous generation, but they only knew that the Blue Blood Sect had done a favor to their master, so when the news began to spread uncontrollably, the elders of the master ordered them to come to meet the young man riding a white tiger and protect his safety.

It is not just their sect that has taken such action. The entire Lingxi battlefield is now turbulent with undercurrents and surging waves. Many sects want to protect this young man, and even more sects want to kill him. This is a game between two major camps, and the life and death of the young man will determine the final outcome.