Chapter 547 Ding Xuan

Taixu Spirit Realm, northern wasteland.

The demon-suppressing mountains rose from the ground and slowly stood up.

And from beginning to end, Mingxu did not react at all.

Wei Tao was a little surprised at first, why the calamity clouds of the town were getting fainter and fainter, and even the golden thunder that fell every day had become increasingly rare in recent times.

He originally thought that this situation occurred because of his own strength level improvement.

Before, he was still planning not to rush to break the town, and through the underground spiritual veins that were constantly connected, he would fight with the son of destiny in the ancient true world.

As a result, it was not until this moment that he found out that it was such a situation.

Mingxu's state cannot be said to be good.

It is simply the worst.

It is definitely difficult to move forward due to internal and external troubles.

There is an endless sea of ​​blood and chaos and return to the abyss outside.

There is also this alien lying on his body sucking blood inside, even if he wants to be good, it will not be good.

But for Wei Tao, now is the best time.

After all, it is easy to add icing on the cake, but it is difficult to send charcoal in the snow.

Besides, it is even easier to add insult to injury.

It is to take advantage of his weakness and kill him. No matter whether the Blood Sea Returns to the Ruins will come later, it is safe and cost-effective to eat what is in front of you first.

Mo Du brought the Holy Mountain Oracle and passed it to Wu Qun's hands at the first time, and then passed it on to all directions at a faster speed.

Groups of Holy Spirit Warriors began to move, gathering southward along various spiritual veins.

While they continued to absorb spiritual essence to strengthen themselves, they made the final preparations before the war.

It was like a huge war machine, starting up in a fierce and violent manner.

The cold wind was howling and the cold rain was falling.

As the temperature continued to drop, there were also fine snowflakes falling with the wind, which soon turned into flying goose feathers and heavy snow, turning the whole world into a white expanse.

Boom!!!

The ground shook violently.

Two legs as thick as beams and covered with green scales fell heavily, stepping out a big pit on the cold and hard ground.

There were also dense cracks extending outward from the feet that were like the claws of a beast, turning the vast snowfield into a spider web.

A ferocious figure at least two meters tall slowly stood up, and his cold eyes penetrated the vast snow and looked at the dense forest covered in silver in the distance.

Behind him, accompanied by sharp whistles and roars, hundreds of equally terrifying and ferocious figures fell to the ground, standing silently in the snow like demon statues.

"The Falling Moon Forest is in front of us, and it is also the place where the spiritual veins we are going to take converge."

Wu Xun exhaled a long breath of white mist, and his body suddenly expanded and grew, and in an instant he turned into a human-shaped Tyrannosaurus Rex walking upright.

He closed his eyes, grinned with a ferocious smile, and raised his hand to point to the dense forest in the distance.

"You are all my disciples and the most loyal servants of the Lord. Now that the Lord has returned to the world, our most glorious mission is to let the glory of our Lord shine throughout the Taixu Spirit Realm, so that no one can resist the direction of our Lord's sword."

As soon as the voice fell, the silent and solemn Holy Spirit Warriors came to life instantly, like an indestructible giant war hammer, advancing violently towards the south.

A moment later, a large number of spiritual essence cultivators soared into the air and came to the top of the Falling Moon Forest.

The middle-aged woman in the lead looked to the north, her eyes suddenly frozen.

She stared at the howling blizzard, looking at the hideous and terrifying figures inside, and almost gasped at the same time as the subordinates around her, almost unable to believe her eyes.

"Demons!"

"At least the demons above the Spirit Lake Realm!"

"And they are in groups, hundreds of thousands of big demons!"

The two subconsciously muttered to themselves, their faces turned bleak in an instant, and their minds were blank because of fear.

However, as the leader, the middle-aged woman's reaction was even more sharp and quick.

While her deputy was still surprised and terrified, she had already stepped out of the crowd at the fastest speed, knelt down without any hesitation, and bowed her head to the howling wind and snow.

"We surrender, our whole family surrenders!"

"I am willing to be a slave and offer my spiritual veins and spiritual lakes, and I only ask the demon gods to spare the lives of my family."

Boom! ! !

The storm roared past, sweeping across a large area of ​​forest in an instant.

The woman shivered and dared not move at all.

Even though her clothes were torn by the strong wind and her body was scratched, she endured it.

Time passed little by little.

The great pressure gradually disappeared.

She dared to slowly raise her head and look behind her.

Fortunately, although most of her subordinates were injured in the impact, no one died after all.

So, those terrifying demons actually had mercy on them and didn't eat them alive.

She slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and her extremely tense heartstrings finally relaxed a little.

She felt like she was exhausted, and she couldn't stand up after struggling several times.

Boom!!!

The ground was surging like water, coming from the depths of the Falling Moon Forest.

This feeling seemed to be that the underground spiritual veins were fluctuating.

The spiritual lake formed by the gathering also began to be turbulent.

She had no reaction to this, and had no intention of going to investigate.

Some of the things outside the body, if they were gone, they were gone.

As long as the lives of the tribesmen could be saved, that would be the greatest success.

The woman was thinking, and suddenly a muffled sound interrupted her thoughts instantly.

A ferocious figure covered with green scales descended from the sky and appeared in front of her.

"You are sensible and know when to advance and retreat. You have made a very correct choice."

"Then, I have a fist technique that can summon a dragon. Do you and your family want to learn it?"

She was stunned and asked subconsciously, "My Lord, I naturally want to learn it, but I don't know how talented I am and whether I can meet the requirements of practicing the Dragon Fist Technique."

Wu Qian looked down and his tone became gentle, "It doesn't matter. If you can't summon a dragon, you can also try to summon the Black Tortoise, the Vermillion Bird, the Teng Snake, and the Ghost Car. My Lord is a master who knows everything and is omnipotent. There is always a martial arts method that suits you."

He persuaded her and spoke slowly, and soon he suddenly stopped talking.

The next moment, there was a muffled sound, which scared the woman who was listening carefully.

She shuddered and subconsciously looked up, and was extremely surprised to find that the ferocious body covered with green scales actually pushed down the golden mountain and overturned the jade pillar and knelt in front of her.

Almost at the same time, all the holy spirit warriors around knelt down, kowtowed with fanatical expressions.

"He actually knelt down to me!?"

"They all knelt down to me, a captive?"

"What is going on here!?"

The woman's scalp numbed instantly, and she was so shocked that she couldn't speak.

Then, before she could come to her senses, there was an indescribable vast wave, which came from the spiritual lake behind her.

She slowly turned her head back and saw a ray of light rising from the depths of the Falling Moon Forest. In an instant, the rosy clouds were thousands of feet high, illuminating the entire sky.

Then an illusory figure appeared in the void, quickly growing until it filled the sky, as if a god had descended to the world, slightly lowering his head and looking down.

Those eyes that seemed to see through everything were like two bright moons hanging high in the sky. This scene was deeply engraved in her heart and even became the only spiritual totem of her whole person.

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As time went by, the Holy Spirit Warrior Corps became larger and larger.

The flames of war also burned more and more fiercely, and began to spread rapidly in all directions.

Finally, under this terrifying pressure, the Lingyuan monks had to unite. The major forces put aside their past grudges and formed an unprecedented coalition, and fought a large-scale battle with the Holy Spirit Warrior Corps.

Although both sides suffered casualties, the battle line of the Lingyuan monks was constantly retreating.

The occupied spiritual veins changed hands one after another and were brought under the control of the Holy Spirit Warriors.

Until that day.

A thick fog fell in the Taixu Spirit Realm.

From south to north, from east to west, except for the places occupied by the Holy Spirit Warriors, all the remaining heaven and earth were shrouded in it.

From that day on, all the Lingyuan monks realized and sensed the power of the origin of heaven and earth.

At one time, countless low-level cultivators broke through the realm and entered the Lingquan.

The great cultivators who were originally above the Lingquan realm, especially the high-level leaders of the major forces, received even more terrifying bonuses.

There were even Lingkong realm cultivators who only existed in legends and had never been seen for many years.

This was a true great power that surpassed the two realms of Linghu and Linghai.

It was considered to be standing at the peak of the entire Taixu Lingjing.

The appearance of this fog and the explosive improvement of Lingyuan cultivators instantly increased the cruelty of the war.

Under the leadership of many Linghai realm great cultivators, the army composed of Lingyuan cultivators fought back from the state of huddling and started the final confrontation with the battle formation composed of the Holy Spirit Warrior Legion.

At the same time, the strongest twelve Lingkong cultivators suddenly disappeared.

No matter how the commanders Wuqian and Modu explored, they could not find their traces.

Just as they were puzzled and tried their best to search and sense, the violent turbulence from the north suddenly shocked the two.

The war broke out suddenly in the depths of the northern wilderness.

The newly promoted twelve spiritual cultivators sacrificed themselves to open a gap in the sky and summon the Taixu Spirit Sea to descend.

Like a real sea of ​​fog pouring in, countless light balls transformed from the remnant souls of the true spirits swarmed in. Under the personal leadership and guidance of the Son of Destiny, Mingxu, they fought against the demon king, the Lord of Pain, and the mountain incarnated by the Holy Spirit in the northern wilderness.

"To resist foreign aggression, we must first stabilize the country?"

"Senior Mingxu has not recovered from his injuries and is not strong enough to do anything about my increasingly strong body. Do you want to arouse the remnants of these ancient true world cultivators to directly wash away and annihilate my true spirit?"

Wei Tao slowly moved his body, which immediately caused a major earthquake in the entire wilderness.

He looked up at the sky, his eyes fell on the illusory figure hidden behind the crack, and a smile with an ambiguous meaning gradually appeared on his face.

"Senior Mingxu has good ideas and is ruthless and decisive in his actions. He is willing to spend a huge price to cover the dark void and cut off the connection between me and the various holy spirits and prevent them from being attracted by the residual souls of these ancient cultivators.

It's a pity that Senior Mingxu doesn't know that I have already cultivated the chaotic Dharma body and have achieved an unprecedented level of spiritual and physical integration. You want to take my life in this way, but I'm afraid you will get twice the result with half the effort and make a wrong calculation.

What Senior Mingxu doesn't know is that I have a junior sister Dingxuan who is the unity of all spirits. She had close contact with Youxuan a long time ago. In this way, it seems that I should thank you for covering the dark void and not letting the various holy spirits come to grab food and have to take a share from my mouth."

"What is Dingxuan?"

"You can be calm and profound, know the mystery and understand the wonders, this is Dingxuan!"

Boom! ! !

As the first wave of waves came down, a large number of residual thoughts of the true spirits rushed over.

"The tiger head has red hair and horns, and the four legs fly away into the distance."

At this moment, a faint sigh resounded through the world.

The shadow hidden in the crack of the sky was startled. In the depths of the slightly brightened eyes, a group of ferocious beasts suddenly became clear, rising slowly from behind the towering mountain and rushing towards the waves formed by the sea of ​​spiritual mist.

"You are not the seven spirits in one. You can not only take the eighth spirit into your body, but also integrate the power of chaos into it in the short time I sealed you. It really exceeded my expectations."

"I missed one step in chess and calculated one move. I should have lost this battle."

Accompanied by this low sigh, the sea of ​​spiritual mist that had just poured down was retracted inward, and the gap in the sky began to heal quickly.

But in the next moment, a huge claw tore through the void and hit the middle of the crack across the sky.

"Want to leave!"

"I haven't even had a bite yet, how can Senior Mingxu get away?"

The red line of his fist was so fierce that the healing of the gap was instantly interrupted.

The sea of ​​spiritual mist poured down again, pouring on the surface of the high mountain that reached the sky, and almost all of it was swallowed up and absorbed by the phantom of the tiger-headed and red-haired beast.

Another sigh resounded through the world.

In an instant, the sea of ​​spiritual mist surged, with countless true spirit remnant light balls as nodes, turning into an equally huge and terrifying figure.

Waving a blue arm, it slammed down towards the bottom of the gap.

One side was azure and crystal, and the other side was as black as ink.

The two suddenly gathered together and collided head-on for dozens of times in a row.

The majestic impact swept across the world and instantly tore the entire northern wilderness apart.

After the battle, the entire northern land no longer existed.

The sky was shattered and the earth collapsed.

The wasteland turned into an endless abyss.

Only a terrifying black body remained, immersed in the gushing magma in the abyss, with only a mountain-like head exposed, as if it had fallen asleep.

The shocking battle that took place in the Northland Wasteland had a great impact on the battle between the Lingyuan monks and the Holy Spirit Warriors.

In a sense, it even directly influenced the direction of the entire war.

The high-level Lingyuan monks respected the will of heaven and earth, and the battle plan they formulated was not complicated.

The key point was that the twelve Lingkong masters sneaked into the Northland Wasteland to suppress the demons, and the other Linghai monks led the army to counterattack and recapture the occupied spiritual veins.

The two complement each other and support each other. As long as one side makes progress, it will be a huge benefit to the other side until the final decisive victory is achieved.

However, the development of the situation was too terrible, which was completely beyond the expectations of the Lingyuan monks.

The front battlefield was still in a tragic stalemate. The twelve monks who stood at the top of the entire Lingyuan Road were defeated so quickly and so thoroughly that their entire battle plan was completely disrupted in an instant.

None of them had expected that they would make such a huge misjudgment of the strength level of the Lord of Pain.

Not only could the twelve Lingkong monks not reseal the town, but even they sacrificed their lives and bodies, but they could not delay it temporarily and exchange time for space on the front battlefield.

The first effort was weak, the second was weak, and the third was exhausted.

But for the Lingyuan monks, they were hit by the demon lord from the northern wasteland before they could even get up. From then on, even breathing became extremely difficult.

They could only flee backwards like a mountain, giving up one underground spiritual vein after another.

Until they retreated to the fortress called Duanjie Mountain, they could not really stabilize the nearly collapsed situation.

And the Holy Spirit Warriors who won a great victory in the final decisive battle did not chase and kill all the way.

Even after they had controlled most of the spiritual veins and formed a siege on Duanjie Mountain, they actually began to retreat in an orderly manner, only after giving up about 30% of the spiritual veins did they finally stabilize the battle line and stop.