Chapter 654: The Strong Ones of the Desolate Moon Continent

After the few people flew down, Li Yan and Bai Rou greeted some familiar people, and Gong Yuantai started talking to others.

And Bro walked to Li Yan with excitement.

"I heard that the Yuanying ancestors took the initiative to withdraw, it seems that they should have gained a lot."

"Isn't this nonsense? Otherwise, the Gongsun ancestors would have rushed to support them long ago."

Wu Ye said to Bro without any courtesy. He was cold and his words were not buffered, very stiff.

But Bro smiled after hearing it, which was strange in Li Yan's eyes.

But thinking about it, I was relieved. Everyone had been through life and death together. I think Bro and Wu Ye should have been familiar with each other in private.

It is said that Qiao Baiye, who returned to the rear, cursed Bro not to die too early before leaving, so that he could find him to settle the matter of using several magic weapons to attack him at the same time after his injuries recovered.

In the last battle of "Tongguiling", if Bro hadn't given him a few bottles of high-quality elixirs, it would be hard to say whether Qiao Baiye could hold on to the end with his injuries.

The efficacy of the elixirs Bro gave was definitely not comparable to those on him.

Listening to Qiao Baiye's gnashing curses before he left, Bro suddenly kicked Qiao Baiye, who was still seriously injured, into the teleportation array with a disdainful look.

"You still want to settle accounts with me, you've wasted your dog eyes!"

Just as everyone was stunned, the fake alchemy monk who was escorting a group of wounded people to the rear was about to get angry, but the voice of Qiao Baiye, who was coughing and laughing wildly, came from the teleportation array.

"What a fucking mad dog!"

At this time, everyone realized that Bro's kick was a clever one.

These things, Li Yan, who was far away on a mission, didn't know.

Just as the cultivators in the back were talking in low voices or through voice transmission, Gongsun Changxing, who was in front of them, suddenly moved his expressionless face.

Then a clear voice resounded between heaven and earth.

"Close the entrance formation restriction!"

With his light shout, the whole world suddenly became silent, with only the wind blowing in the air making a gentle "woohoo" sound.

Then, the colorful light barrier that had trapped Li Yan and the others for several days suddenly disappeared.

What appeared in the eyes of the cultivators were collapsed mountains, scorched wasteland, and a few wild beasts that occasionally stretched their heads and necks quickly in the scorched earth.

On the devastated land, many places were still scattered with rags that had turned black after being stained with blood and some fragments of armor.

Five days had passed, and there were still broken limbs and internal organs on the ground, some from human cultivators, some from monsters, and some from demon cultivators. <

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Some of the beasts that came to devour the corpses now also survived the war by chance.

These days, they can only hide somewhere trembling, and dare not go out to hunt. The war a few days ago, the indescribable pressure between heaven and earth, and the crisscrossing fierce attacks made them tremble.

After their companions and populations were submerged by a large area of ​​light, they disappeared. In their eyes, which were not yet intelligent, it was undoubtedly equivalent to the end of the world.

It was not until the past two days that the extremely hungry beasts came out to look for food with fearful eyes. Whenever there was a little movement, they would scatter like birds and beasts.

These beasts were biting the rotten corpses, and the barren mountain in front of them suddenly changed its appearance, and then thousands of eyes appeared, staring at them.

These beasts were frightened by the scene in front of them, and they kicked the ground with their limbs, raised a cloud of yellow dust, and fled to the distance, or flew away in a hurry.

At this time, it was midsummer. Just as the monks were looking at the purgatory-like scene outside in horror, a foul smell came from the wind. It was from the rotting corpses.

They didn't even release their spiritual sense. As far as they could see, near the entrance of the front mountain, some rotten corpses had white insects drilling in and out of the corpses, bringing out streams of thick white or green liquid from time to time.

The next moment, a series of retching and "puff puff" sounds came into the ears of Gongsun Changxing in front, and he couldn't help but frowned.

Only a small half of the monks here were withdrawn from the front defense battle, and most of the monks were just recruited from the rear. Among them, some killed people like crazy, but they were not small in courage.

But most of them were the children of the sects and families who had never experienced such a Shura scene.

Some female monks were instantly terrified, their faces turned pale, and then they felt nauseous in their chests and abdomens. After retching a few times, they finally couldn't control themselves and vomited.

A Jindan cultivator standing behind Gongsun Changxing couldn't help but look back and snorted.

"What a disgrace! Hold it in, or I'll let you go to the middle of those corpses and vomit!"

His voice was heard by all the cultivators behind him, more like a thunderbolt in their heads, and all the vomiting stopped abruptly.

The Jindan looked at the scene in front of him and sighed in his heart. Among those human corpses, there were still many corpses of Fengliang Mountain Jindan cultivators.

They had limited manpower, and the entire battlefield was too large, stretching for more than ten thousand miles. In addition to patrolling Fengliang Mountain, the twelve Jindan cultivators were also responsible for the operation of the formation, so naturally no one went out to clean up.

They would not send foundation-building cultivators outside the Fengliang Mountain defense formation. If they met the other Jindan cultivators, they would kill them all in a moment.

However, the main reason was that there was nothing valuable on these dead people.

Although it was a war between two clans, the selfishness of the cultivators still existed. If there were good cultivation resources abandoned outside, they would definitely find various reasons to go out.

Otherwise, as long as their loved ones were not dead, they would not bother to move.

In the battle between cultivators, the storage bag on the opponent's body would definitely be taken away at the first time when he died. The things that could be left were just some magic weapon fragments, which were not worth the Jindan.

They would not let the foundation-building cultivators go out to take risks for this reason.

The Jindan cultivator who shouted, after his consciousness passed behind, was relatively satisfied with the cultivators like Li Yan who had experienced the war and some of the newly recruited cultivators who killed people like crazy.

Although Li Yan and his companions were equally shocked by the scene outside the formation, they were more shocked by the fierceness of the battle, and then they released their spiritual consciousness to the distant sky. ??

When Li Yan released his spiritual consciousness to the distance, he first felt a breath of overwhelming power. As soon as Li Yan's spiritual consciousness sensed it from a distance, he immediately retracted it.

And those cultivators who also released their spiritual consciousness made the same action, and did not dare to investigate carefully.

Just two breaths after Gongsun Changxing's voice fell, a huge shadow appeared in everyone's vision, which seemed to have blocked the sky and blocked most of the sunlight from the south.

For a moment, the cultivators seemed to have the illusion that the dark night was coming, and it seemed that a mighty power of heaven was pressing down from the sky.

Li Yan looked carefully and distinguished that it was clearly a huge monster. The monster was more than 300 feet wide and 1,000 feet long, and its thick dark yellow hair was like a layer of oil.

Under the scorching sun, the dark yellow hair on the edge of the monster's body shone with golden light, as if it had a layer of golden edges.

The shadow under it was extremely huge, covering the earth below. As it flew quickly, the shadow continued to cover the rivers below, like a huge carpet that kept undulating.

On its head covered with thick hair, a pair of golden eyes were hidden in it, with a layer of hostility, looking down coldly at the countless living beings below.

When a big mouth closed, two white fangs, each as thick as a few people hugging, crossed up and down at the corners of the lips, like four giant pillars supporting the sky.

Li Yan recognized this monster. It was the "Beiming Mountain God Tiger" ranked 98th in the world, which was already in the top 100. It was the mountain guardian beast of the Pure Land Sect.

It is said that there are only two of them, a mother and son. Unexpectedly, this peerless beast was also revealed in this battle.

"Is this the old one or the young one? Strange, is there not three of them in this world? Where did the young 'Beiming Mountain God Tiger' come from?"

After Li Yan recognized the origin of this monster, he suddenly had an idea that had nothing to do with the present moment.

On the tiger's head, more than 20 monks stood in a pointed cone "human" shape. Behind these 20 people, on the tiger's back, there was a mass of monks.

At the front of the "human" shape on the tiger's head, a monk in a gray cloth monk's robe was holding one hand on his chest with his eyes downcast. The monk was of average build and looked about 30 years old.

His face was like gold and bronze, with a pair of unforgettable long eyebrows, which were black and drooped down to his lower cheeks in a crescent shape.

Li Yan knew at a glance that the more than 20 people on the tiger's head were all Yuanying stage monks, the strongest people standing at the highest point on this continent.

"The leader is Master Liaoyuan of the Pure Land Sect, who is a true Vajra Arhat."

The voice of Tan Tai Dongyue sounded softly among Li Yan's group. She had been trained in the Pure Land Sect for many years, so she was very familiar with the situation of the Pure Land Sect.

"Is he Master Liaoyuan?"

"This is the late great cultivator..."

As Tan Tai Dongyue explained, Li Yan and his group took a breath of cold air.

The number of late Yuanying great cultivators in this world can be counted on one's fingers, so any cultivator who has entered the foundation building stage or above will know their names.

It is said that this Master Liaoyuan not only has profound Buddhist teachings and can save souls and transcend spirits, but his Buddhist skills are even more unfathomable.

It is said that when he was in the early Yuanying period, he wanted to ascend to the fairyland with only his flesh body, but there was a problem with the ascension node he found that time.

The other two mid-Yuanying cultivators who were with Liaoyuan were wrapped in the turbulent space together. Until four hundred years later, Master Liaoyuan returned to the Pure Land Sect alone.

Although he looked like a withered man, his cultivation had reached the late Nascent Soul stage in just four hundred years, and there was no news about the other two Nascent Soul cultivators who were wrapped in the turbulent space with him.

In the end, he also met the descendants of the two Nascent Soul cultivators, and then chose to retreat. After another two hundred years, the name of Liao Yuan gradually became less and less mentioned.

Because no one had seen him again, many people speculated that he might have ascended to the immortal world. After all, he dared to enter the ascension node alone in his physical body when he was in the early stage of the Nascent Soul without any magic weapon, not to mention that he was already in the late stage.

Unexpectedly, he appeared again in the mortal world today. Although two hundred years have passed, his name is still moving when no new Nascent Soul cultivators have been promoted to great cultivators.