Chapter 372 The Divine Bird Appears

Outside the Ten Thousand Poison Forest, the monks of the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge were solemn and ready for battle.

Messages were constantly coming from all sides, and all the monks of the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge knew Lu Ye's movements very well.

"Brother Wu, Lu Yiye is already a hundred miles away and will be here soon." Qin Zheng of the Qianyu Sect walked up to a man.

The man he called Brother Wu was Wu Beihan, who was ranked 33rd on the Lingxi List. He was from a first-class sect and was much stronger than Qin Zheng.

The pursuit of Lu Ye in Wuyin Mountain was led by Qin Zheng, and the result was heavy losses, which also brought shame to him and the Qianyu Sect behind him.

Now there are many strong men dispatched from the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge. There are more than ten strong men on the Lingxi List here alone, so it is naturally not Qin Zheng's turn to issue orders.

"How many people are there around him?" Wu Beihan looked in the direction where Lu Ye came from. A hundred miles away is already very close for the monks in the core circle. It may take less than an incense stick to get there.

"About three or four hundred."

"Only three or four hundred..." Wu Beihan snorted, "Nothing to be afraid of."

There are about three or four thousand people gathered in Wanmo Ridge here. Although a large number of people were dispersed to surround Wandu Forest, there are more than seven hundred people in Wanmo Ridge in this direction.

Haotian League only has three or four hundred people coming, which is undoubtedly a dead end.

Qin Zheng wanted to remind Wu Beihan not to underestimate the enemy, but then he thought that the difference in the number of enemies and us was nearly double, and Wanmo Ridge could not lose this battle anyway, so he kept silent to avoid being ridiculed for being timid.

Because of the previous defeat in Wuyin Mountain, he was blamed by many people, saying that it was because of his wrong decision that Wanmo Ridge suffered heavy losses and lost face.

But in fact, in such an environment, he was ordered to do it in a critical situation, how could he make a good decision? The whole pursuit of Wuyin Mountain was almost led by Lu Ye.

Wu Beihan is undoubtedly a steady person. Even though his own team has the advantage in numbers and he says that he is not to be feared, he still cautiously orders people to check the surrounding arrangements.

They have arranged many formations in this area, and some people have bought spiritual tools from the Tianji Treasure House to capture and bind people.

It is a spiritual tool that looks like a large net, which requires several people to work together. It is generally used to capture some large and difficult monsters.

Each spiritual net is worth a lot of money, but this time, in order to deal with Lu Ye, Wanmo Ridge bought more than a dozen spiritual nets. If Lu Yiye does not show up, it will be fine. If he dares to show up, he will be unable to fly away!

Wu Beihan looked at a certain place in the crowd again. There was a small cultivator with an unremarkable appearance. This person's life was ordinary. He was the type that no one would look at in the crowd. The spiritual light displayed on his body was only at the level of Tianba.

But few of the Wanmo Ridge cultivators gathered here knew that this person was the ninth ghost cultivator on the Lingxi list, Ghost Shadow.

It is no secret that Lu Ye can kill a cultivator of level 9 with his level 7 cultivation. So if they really want to deal with Lu Ye, the ghost cultivator's attack is undoubtedly a sharp blade to look forward to. As the most powerful ghost cultivator in the Lingxi battlefield, the arrival of the ghost shadow also makes Wu Beihan full of confidence in this action.

Everything is ready, hundreds of cultivators hold their breath and wait for the people of Haotian League to show up.

Time passes, until a certain moment, someone whispers: "Here they come!"

At the end of the field of vision, a large stream of light rushed towards this side. It was the Haotian League cultivators escorting Lu Ye, led by more than a dozen sword cultivators from Beixuan Sword Sect.

The Wanmo Ridge party was in an uproar.

The Haotian League's hundreds of people rushed over so blatantly, which undoubtedly made them feel despised. At the same time, they were a little puzzled. What the hell is the Haotian League going to do? These people are all cultivators in the core circle. It doesn't make sense for them to be so stupid.

In the distance, in the Haotian League camp, looking at the direction of the Ten Thousand Poison Forest, Yu Lianzhou said in a deep voice: "Daoyou Lu, there are still twenty miles!"

"Got it."

Lu Ye, who had been sitting cross-legged behind Yu Lianzhou, stood up slowly and said loudly: "Daoyou, I am very grateful for your support along the way. The next thing is left to me. Please act according to the situation."

A Tianjiu cultivator laughed: "Brother Yiye, I don't know what means you are going to use, but the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge is now powerful. It may be difficult for you to accomplish anything alone. Since we are here, we are not afraid to accompany you. But let me say this in advance. If things are really impossible, we still have to run. Brother Yiye, there is still a way to save the green mountains, and there is no fear of running out of firewood."

"Yes, yes!"

"Ten miles!" Yu Lianzhou shouted in a deep voice. At this position, he could already feel the spiritual power fluctuations driven by the cultivators of the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge opposite.

Lu Ye summoned his own spiritual boat, jumped down from Yu Lianzhou's flying sword, raised his hand and drank a bottle of prepared Xiguo wine, and the spiritual boat shook slightly, and rushed to the front.

The next moment, under the gaze of thousands of enemies and friends, Lu Ye's figure was suddenly shrouded by a deep red spiritual power.

The rich spiritual power flowed, gushed, gathered, and turned into the shape of an egg, wrapping Lu Ye tightly.

The violent spiritual power fluctuations spread in all directions, and on the surface of the egg, various complex patterns evolved rapidly, dazzling the people who saw it.

The group of people in Haotian League had long felt that Lu Ye was holding back some powerful means on the road, and at this moment they naturally widened their eyes to see clearly, but they were confused.

Because no one could see what Lu Ye's means were.

The cultivators of Wanmo Ridge were also puzzled. Lu Ye suddenly rushed out, condensed an egg shape with his own spiritual power, and hid inside. It seemed that he wanted to force the formation?

But even if he protected himself so tightly, what could he do? With more than 700 core circle cultivators attacking him, even if a True Lake Realm cultivator came, he would have to think twice.

The spiritual power surged like a tide, and the patterns on the spiritual power egg that wrapped Lu Ye became clearer and brighter.

The spiritual power stored in the spiritual pattern on his chest was consumed in less than three breaths, followed by the spiritual power stored in the second spiritual pattern, followed by the spiritual power in other spiritual patterns, and finally the spiritual power flowing in Lu Ye's spiritual orifice.

There has never been a time when Lu Ye's spiritual power was consumed so seriously.

Outsiders only saw the various changes on the surface of the spiritual egg, but in fact there were more changes inside the spiritual egg. The spiritual pattern fragments carried by one or two hundred leaves of the talent tree were constructed by Lu Ye in a very short time with a huge amount of spiritual power, and then pieced together and fused together.

Not only spiritual power was consumed, but also the power of the mind.

The Haotian League monks who followed closely behind Lu Ye were the first to notice something was wrong, because the spirit egg wrapped around Lu Ye emitted an extremely dangerous aura, which made everyone's skin sting.

The Haotian League monks who had originally planned to follow Lu Ye to charge into the Ten Thousand Poison Forest stopped under the leadership of Yu Lianzhou, and looked at the spirit egg that was rapidly approaching the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge camp with twitching eyes.

They didn't dare to follow any further. Although they didn't see what method Lu Ye used, it was obviously a very powerful and dangerous method.

Once it was used, it was very likely to hurt them by mistake.

Recalling what Lu Ye said before, the Haotian League monks finally understood his confidence.

At this moment, everyone was only three miles away from the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge monks.

Even these three miles were being quickly closed.

The Ten Thousand Demon Ridge party finally realized that something was wrong, because the surface of the approaching spirit egg was burning red, as if it was about to explode. The heart-pounding aura made them feel creepy even if they were several miles away.

Wu Beihan stared at the spirit egg, and the warning in his heart told him to flee as soon as possible, but the dignity of a cultivator prevented him from moving.

Hundreds of people facing one person, if they escaped like this, how could it be?

He did not notice that the ghost shadow in the crowd had hidden his body at the first time, and he didn't know where he ran to.

A powerful ghost cultivator like the ghost shadow was extremely sensitive to crisis, and the horror of the impending disaster made him dare not stay here anymore!

Two miles, one mile...

Wu Beihan shouted angrily: "Kill!"

The moment the words fell, many formations were activated, and the overwhelming spells and flying tools blasted towards the oncoming spirit egg. Not only that, there were cultivators flying tools into the air, and a spiritual net covered the spirit egg.

Cracks...

The surface of the red spirit egg cracked, and at the moment it shattered, a clear and loud cry resounded through the world.

The orange-red flames spread in all directions, and a huge firebird appeared out of thin air.

The firebird was more than ten feet long, with long feathers dragging behind it, and a wingspan of nearly twenty feet. It had a graceful posture and a vivid expression. The feather patterns covering its body were clearly visible, just like a living thing.

Its wings fluttered, and wherever it passed, the space was burned and distorted. The many magic spells that attacked it were like a stone sinking into the sea, and many of the imperial weapons lost their spiritual power in an instant, and the restrictions were completely destroyed. They melted and fell to the ground. The dozen or so spiritual nets covering it could not stop its graceful figure from moving forward.

On this day, a divine bird appeared in the world, and the world was shocked!

All the cultivators who saw this scene looked at the huge firebird with dull and trembling eyes.

"The Four Symbols Sacred Beast, Suzaku!"

Yu Lianzhou murmured in his mouth. Even though he was an extremely outstanding sword cultivator, his sword heart was shaken and his scalp was numb at this moment.

He had only seen the records of the Four Symbols Sacred Beast in the sect's classics, and had never seen it with his own eyes.

And today, here, he saw it.

He was afraid. If he hadn't seen the opportunity quickly and didn't continue to follow Lu Ye, when the Vermillion Bird appeared, he would have suffered heavy losses.

Not only him, but every cultivator on the Haotian League side was terrified.

They all guessed that Lu Ye was going to use a powerful method, but now they knew that this method was a bit too powerful.

Moreover, what kind of method was this, and he even brought out the Four Symbols Sacred Beast.

Of course, everyone knew that this was not the real Four Symbols Sacred Beast. The real Four Symbols Sacred Beast would probably just shake its wings and the entire Lingxi battlefield would collapse.

This was just condensed by Lu Ye's own spiritual power. The key question is, can a cultivator in the Lingxi realm use such a method?