Chapter 1385 The Sorrow of the Spiritual Race (IV)

"Impossible, the ancestor is a Mahayana cultivator, with supernatural powers at the pinnacle. Who can kill the ancestor?"

"Yes, the ancestor is as old as the sky, and it is impossible for him to die of old age. Brother Xuanwu, what's going on? Are you testing us?"

Both Mu Tianjiao and Huang Linghua showed expressions of disbelief. Master Xuanwu is a god-like existence in their hearts and the pillar of the Xuanwu cultivation world. If this pillar breaks, they can't imagine what they will encounter in the future.

Xuanwu Tongzi obviously anticipated the reactions of the two. Not to mention them, when he saw Master Xuanwu's soul fire extinguished, he couldn't believe it. He was stunned in the secret room for most of the day, and in order to keep it secret, he personally killed a servant of Master Xuanwu who was guarding the soul fire in the secret room.

Although he was unwilling to believe it, he also knew that once the soul fire of a cultivator was extinguished, it meant that he had died, so there was no suspense about Master Xuanwu's death.

He had also personally gone to Thunder Mountain to ask for a meeting with Wanmu Lingzun to confirm the matter, because in his opinion, in the entire Beitian Territory, the only one who had the ability to kill Xuanwu Shangren was Wanmu Lingzun.

And Wanmu Lingzun could not kill a Mahayana of the same clan, because this would greatly weaken the strength of the Ling clan, but as the strongest of the Ling clan, he would know some secrets of the death of Xuanwu Shangren.

Unfortunately, in Thunder Mountain, he was not only turned away, but also told that Wanmu Lingzun had gone to the Immortal Sea and his return date was uncertain, and even the patriarch of the Leiling clan, Lei Ao, was missing.

Xuanwu Tongzi could only return in disappointment. He had just returned to the Xuanwu Mountains when he heard the news of the destruction of Tuyin Lingzong, which made him smell a hint of something unusual. After sending Xuanwu Lingzong disciples to investigate the presence of tens of millions of immortal soldiers in Beitian Shattered Realm, he was completely shocked.

Beitian Shattered Realm, with the Tianmu Clan’s immortal army in the center, the Feiyu Clan and the Baitong Clan on the left and right, have already entered the Beitian Territory’s Spirit Clan territory from three directions, and wherever they pass, all the sects are pulled out, and all the Spirit Clan cultivators above the Qi Refining Stage are also slaughtered.

This is already a naked war of genocide.

Mu Tianjiao and Huang Linghua fell silent after knowing the truth of the matter. Under this situation, they didn’t know what to do.

“Why does Beitian Shattered Realm have such courage to slaughter our Spirit Clan cultivators? Senior Brother, do you know the reason?” After a moment, Mu Tianjiao said.

"This time, the Northern Sky Broken Realm was so bold that it dared to invade our Spirit Clan territory. I was also very surprised, and I sent people to inquire about it. At least so far, I have not seen any evidence of the Northern Sky Broken Realm and the Bone Clan's connection, but there is a strange phenomenon, that is, the human race immortal army, which has always had a feud with us, did not appear in the Tianmu Clan's immortal army. For this reason, I sent people to go deep into the human race area of ​​the Northern Sky Broken Realm, but I got a shocking information." Xuanwu Boy said.

"What information?" The two asked almost in unison.

"The Mitian Fantasy Realm has returned to the Spirit Realm, and the current master of the Mitian Fantasy Realm is actually known as the Great Spirit Lord."

"The Great Spirit Lord?" Mu Tianjiao exclaimed, and there was a tremor in his voice.

"Impossible, the Great Spirit Lord is the supreme existence, how could the human race give birth to the Great Spirit Lord, could it be?" Huang Linghua was also full of disbelief, but he seemed to suddenly remember something.

"Could it be?"

"Illusionary Sky Plan?" Mu Tianjiao said.

The Black Tortoise boy sighed softly and said, "This is the only explanation that makes sense now."

"Did the ancestor fall at the hands of Huan Tianmou?" Mu Tianjiao and Huang Linghua also reacted, but after guessing the reason, both of them had expressions of fear on their faces.

They knew very well what the Great Spiritual Venerable meant. It was a legendary existence. In the spirit world, the number of immortal cultivators was as numerous as the sands of the Ganges River. Those who could cultivate to the Mahayana stage were already rare.

Their spirit race occupied the most abundant place in the North Sky Region. For hundreds of thousands of years, the number of Mahayana cultivators was only about three or four.

And those who could go a step further, integrate the power of rules, and advance to the realm of the Spiritual Venerable were even fewer. Wanmu Spiritual Venerable had been praised as the most gifted genius of the spirit race for hundreds of thousands of years.

As for the Great Spiritual Venerable, the ability of a cultivator to comprehend the power of the ten major rules originally requires both opportunity and talent, and the process of comprehending the ten major rules is several times more difficult than ordinary rules. As for achieving perfection in the ten major rules, it is more than ten times more difficult than ordinary rules.

Those who can really reach this step can no longer be called opportunities, but the creation of heaven and earth.

It can be said that once a Great Spiritual Venerable appears in a race, it will be invincible for nearly a million years in the future. A Great Spiritual Venerable can even make a third- or fourth-rate small race become a super race in a very short time.

Xuanwu Tongzi had also thought of this a long time ago, but he had never dared to admit it. If it was really as they thought, then the Spiritual Race would really be in a life-and-death situation.

"If it is really Huan Tianmou who has advanced to the position of Great Spiritual Venerable, then all our efforts will be in vain?" Huang Linghua said with a bitter face.

Mu Tianjiao's pretty face was also very pale.

The three of them are all at the peak of the tribulation realm, and they will have the opportunity to make further progress in their lifetime. If the facts are really as they guessed, it will be a disaster for them.

In the spirit world, although Mahayana cultivators generally do not participate in wars in the immortal world, that is for ordinary sect wars, but not for race wars. This is also easy to understand. Ordinary sect wars are just some disputes over resources and regions. For Mahayana cultivators, if they take action, no matter which side, there will be no winner.

But the race war is a battle of life and death. Mahayana cultivators are almost bound to take action, first cut off the opponent's high-end combat power, and then send out the immortal army or even the secular army to sweep across the opponent's territory and kill all obstacles.

The three of them have lived for tens of thousands of years, and they are well aware of the rules of this world. It seems that the Xuanwu immortal world can't be saved.

"Brother, since it is impossible, we still?" After hesitating for a moment, Huang Linghua said.

Mu Tianjiao's face straightened when he heard this, and he said angrily: "Brother Huang, do you want to abandon Xuanwu Lingzong and run away alone?"

"If you stay, you will die in vain. Why do you want to stay when you know you will die?" Huang Linghua also counterattacked.

"Xuanwu Lingzong is the place where you and I grew up. Even if we know that it is impossible, we must fight to the death. Even if we can't change the outcome, at least we have to make them pay the price." Mu Tianjiao said angrily.

Huang Linghua sneered: "Junior Sister Mu, you are stubborn and ready to die. I won't stop you, but you are not qualified to control me. If you keep your useful body, you will at least have a chance to turn the tables in the future. If we all die, won't the future of the Spirit Clan be completely ruined?"

"Hmph, if you are afraid of death, then be afraid of death. And you say it so high-soundingly. The old man Xuanwu died for our Spirit Clan. As the core elder of the inner domain of Xuanwu Spirit Sect, you only care about yourself and want to abandon millions of disciples. Unless the heaven is blind, it will not allow people like you to advance to the Mahayana stage."

"You?" Huang Linghua was furious when he heard this, and his eyes flashed with a cold air.

"Okay, stop arguing." The Xuanwu boy on the side suddenly spoke up and stopped the quarrel between the two.

"Brother Xuanwu, what do you mean? Fight or flee?" Mu Tianjiao cast his eyes on the Xuanwu boy and said.

Xuanwu Tongzi did not answer Mu Tianjiao's question, but fell silent, his eyes flickering, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

Huang Linghua saw this and did not speak again. Among the Xuanwu Lingzong, although the three of them were at the peak of the realm of transcending tribulation, Xuanwu Tongzi was still the strongest in terms of magical powers. He was also the most beloved disciple of Master Xuanwu, especially the Xuanwu Kangshan Ling Jue he practiced, which had reached the pinnacle. Neither he nor Mu Tianjiao could be his opponent in a single fight.

Although Huang Linghua had the idea of ​​escaping, he did not dare to betray the sect blatantly, otherwise if he really angered Xuanwu Tongzi, he was afraid that he would not even be able to escape from Xuanwu Lingzong.

Xuanwu Tongzi was also very entangled at this moment. Not long ago, he had sent tens of thousands of disciples with better endowments from the sect out of the Xuanwu Mountains and into the territory of the Lei Ling clan, in fact, to preserve some fire for Xuanwu Lingzong.

But this is only a temporary measure. After all, if the skin is gone, the hair will not be attached. Once the Xuanwu Immortal Cultivation World is destroyed, the vast areas of the Beitian Domain Spirit Clan will be exposed to the enemy's butcher knife.

He also knew that even if he resisted, he might be able to cause some losses to the immortal army of Beitian Shattered Realm, but the outcome could not be changed. After all, who would be willing to destroy thousands of years of cultivation in an instant unless there was no choice to cultivate to their level.

However, as the chief elder of the Xuanwu Spirit Sect, he naturally could not be as cowardly as Huang Linghua, but he did not want to let him live and die with the sect, so he could not make up his mind for a while.

"Xuanwu Elder, Lei Dong wants to see you." Just as the hall fell into silence, a young voice suddenly came from outside.

The three of them were all shocked when they heard it, especially the Xuanwu boy, who showed a hint of surprise.

"It turns out to be Brother Lei Dong. The last time we met was probably three thousand years ago, at the ceremony of the Ten Thousand Wood Spiritual Lord. Please come in." The Black Tortoise boy waved his sleeves, and a large piece of earthy yellow spiritual light flashed, directly releasing the restrictions in the hall.

Several lightning lights gathered in front of the three people, and then turned into a young figure. The figure was wearing a dark green robe, five feet tall, and thin. He looked only about twenty years old. Lightning flashed between his eyes.

This person seemed young, but the aura on his body was extremely powerful, which made Mu Tianjiao and Huang Linghua both show a little surprise.

"Huh? It's only been three thousand years since we last met, and Brother Lei Dong has actually reached a higher level and advanced to the middle stage of the tribulation. It seems that he is already on par with your brother Lei Ao." The Black Tortoise boy said in surprise.

"Elder Xuanwu, you are too kind. Lei Dong's cultivation is not comparable to that of the clan leader." When Lei Dong said this, there was a hint of pride in his eyes. It turned out that he was the younger brother of Lei Ao, the clan leader of the Lei Ling clan. His talent for cultivation was not worse than Lei Ao, but he had always lived under the shadow of his brother since he was a child. The nine branches of the Ling clan all had the name Lei Ao, but few people knew him, Lei Dong.

"Haha, brother Lei Dong is really modest. If I am right, brother Lei is only more than 20,000 years old now. Well, speaking of which, I envy your Lei Ling clan, which has produced many talents. Not only did you have Lei Ao, but you also had a genius like me. It seems that the Lei Ling clan will always lead our Ling clan."

"Elder Xuanwu is too flattering to Lei Dong." Lei Dong also showed a smile on his face. It was obvious that the words of Xuanwu boy made him very happy.

"Brother Lei Dong, do you know the current situation of our spirit race? Have you brought the will of Wanmu Lingzun?" Elder Xuanwu changed the subject and returned to the main topic, asking.

Lei Dong also showed a solemn expression when he heard it, and said: "Lei Dong did not come here to bring the will of Lingzun, but to bring a message to Elder Xuanwu on behalf of my elder brother."

"Lei Ao? I wonder what the message is?" Although he was a little disappointed, Xuanwu boy still asked.

In his opinion, the current situation can only be resolved by Wanmu Lingzun, but if Huan Tianmou really advances to the realm of Great Lingzun, Wanmu Lingzun may not dare to confront him head-on, and now he thinks that Wanmu Lingzun went to Xianfan Sea, maybe to avoid disaster.

"Elder Xuanwu has misunderstood Lord Lingzun. It seems that you have also guessed it. Yes, Senior Honghua Huomu has passed the message to Lord Lingzun. Huan Tianmou has advanced to the position of Great Lingzun. The human race has returned to the spirit world in the illusion of the sky. All races in the Beitian Fragmented Realm have also surrendered to the human race." Lei Dong directly said something earth-shattering. Even if the three had expected it, they were shocked at this moment.

"Is it true that Huan Tianmou has returned? And... has advanced to the realm of Great Lingzun?" After Xuanwu Tongzi knew the truth, his breathing became rapid, and a chill ran straight through his spine.

Mu Tianjiao and Huang Linghua also showed a dejected and desperate expression.

"You three don't need to be like this. Lei Dong came here today because the Great Lingzun has already found a way to deal with it. You must know that Huan Tianmou's prophecy rules have a great nemesis."

"Chaos Divine Stone?" Xuanwu Tongzi and the other two were shocked and thought of it at the same time, and immediately answered in unison.

"Yes, Ling Zun is planning to sacrifice the Chaos God Stone to refine it into the Ten Thousand Thunder God Staff. Once successful, with this eighth-level fairy treasure, it will be enough to restrain Huan Tianmou. As long as he knows that it is impossible, we will have bargaining chips."