Chapter 1387 The Sorrow of the Spiritual Race (VI)

Mu Tianjiao and Huang Linghua finally understood that Jin Shu was the mortal enemy of Huan Tianmou, so it was no wonder that she was so active.

"Okay, Junior Sister Mu, Junior Brother Huang, now that things have come to this, we have no choice but to accept the order of Lingzun. As for the matter of preserving strength, let's not talk about it again. I would like to trouble you to quickly unite with the fellows of Chiyan Lingzong, Haisha Lingzong, and Tianshi Lingzong, gather the elite of the entire Xuanwu Xiuxian world, and start to deploy defenses. The three major Lingzongs will form three lines of defense in the front, and our Xuanwu Lingzong will guard the Xuanwu Mountains to form the fourth line of defense. Once the first three lines of defense are breached, the three major Lingzongs will immediately retreat to the Xuanwu Mountains and jointly guard the fourth line of defense."

"Yes, sir." Mu Tianjiao and Huang Linghua bowed in response.

Huang Linghua was also secretly shocked. On the one hand, Xuanwu Tongzi's words were to arrange some preliminary work, and on the other hand, they were also to wake him up. The meaning was very clear, that is, it has come to this point, so don't think about preserving your strength.

Huang Linghua also understood that under this situation, if he escaped, he would become a traitor to the spirit race, and he would never be able to return to the spirit race in the future. Moreover, things seemed to have taken a turn for the better, and Wanmu Lingzun also had a plan to deal with it, so he naturally didn't need to do such a thing that would be despised by the tribe.

He also had a thought in his heart. If he found that something was wrong, or the spirit race was no longer able to compete, he would still choose to escape. After all, wandering the world is better than dying.

After Mu Tianjiao and Huang Linghua left, Xuanwu Tongzi thought for a moment, and then turned into a yellow light and disappeared in the hall.

To the north of Xuanwu Xiuxian Realm, there is a river, which is a hundred miles wide, winding and tortuous, rushing from west to east.

This river is called Beijiang, which is the dividing line between the Beitian Shattered Realm and the area controlled by the spirit race in the Beitian Domain. To the north of Beijiang, tens of thousands of miles away, is the area of ​​the Tianmu Clan.

To the south is the area of ​​the spirit race. The Tuyin Spiritual Sect is located in this Jiangnan area. Unfortunately, at this moment, the Tuyin Spiritual Sect has been razed to the ground. Except for a few low-level cultivators in the Qi Refining Period who escaped, no spirit race survived. Even some spirit tribes around the Tuyin Spiritual Sect were not spared.

The spirit race is different from the human race. The people of the spirit race have the talent for cultivation from birth, but this talent also varies. Those spirit races with poor talents, many of them only practice some very superficial immortal arts, and are not qualified to join the sect, so they live in many tribes and live a semi-primitive life.

There are many such tribal groups, accounting for about 70% to 80% of the number of spirit races.

Even so, compared with the number of human races, it is far less, but ordinary mortals do not practice immortal arts, mostly practice martial arts, and human mortal soldiers rely more on armor and weapons.

Both sides of the Beijiang River are majestic mountains, winding and the terrain is very dangerous, and many high mountains pierce the sky and penetrate into the white clouds.

Through the fog above the Beijiang River, through the white clouds thousands of feet high in the sky, on the top of a mountain, six people are sitting cross-legged.

Four of them are sitting cross-legged on a rock, while the two in the middle are concentrating on playing chess.

The two people playing chess, the one with his back to the north and facing the south, has a handsome face and fair skin. Every once in a while, a pair of huge snow-white wings will flash and extend behind him, and then slowly turn into nothingness and disappear, and so on and so forth, revealing a sense of luxury and nobility.

Opposite him, the one with his back to the south and facing the north is an old man with slightly dark skin and fluffy hair, which forms a sharp contrast with the handsome man. He raised his finger with a blue glow, picked up a black chess piece, and slowly dropped it on the chessboard.

After dropping the piece, the old man frowned deeply, with a hint of sorrow.

On a rock not far behind the old man, a woman in a golden palace dress and a golden phoenix crown sat cross-legged. At first glance, she looked like a queen of a certain country on tour.

The woman also looked sweet and beautiful, with thin lips and bright red. Her eyes were full of charm, but she occasionally showed a hint of caution when her eyes opened and closed. There was a faint golden halo on her slender nails, and a thin golden light flashed on one side of her cheek, which flashed every few breaths.

Behind the man with snow-white wings, on a huge rock, three people were sitting cross-legged. Two old men and a middle-aged scholar all closed their eyes slightly and breathed in and out, as if they were practicing.

But the huge spiritual pressure that would be revealed every few moments on the three people made the others know that the three people were not practicing, but were resting their eyes.

"Hahaha, old Duhuo, I haven't seen you for thousands of years. Your chess skills have actually regressed. I'm afraid you can't crack Jin's Panlong game." Suddenly, the white-feathered man laughed and said.

The old man with a slightly dark face on the opposite side heard this, but he made a night owl-like voice: "Hehe, Jin Baiyu, it seems that you have spent a lot of time on chess in recent years. When it comes to chess skills, I am indeed not as good as you, but when it comes to magical powers? I may not lose to you."

If you don't know these people, you may not think that these people are the top existences in the Northern Sky Region. Each of them is a powerful existence in the spiritual world, including the Tianmu Twin Saints, Jin Baiyu, Bai Wufa, Poison Fire Patriarch, and Jin Shu Niangniang.

It can be said that these people occupy at least half of the combat power of the entire Northern Sky Region, and also represent both sides of this race war.

It was just that the Beitian Shattered Realm, led by the two saints, seemed to have a clear advantage in numbers. In comparison, the spirit race, led by only the Poison Fire Patriarch and Jin Shu Niangniang, was at a disadvantage.

Under such circumstances, the Poison Fire Patriarch was still able to provoke, which really showed his confidence in himself.

Upon hearing this, Jin Baiyu raised his sword-like eyebrows slightly and said, "Old Poison Fire, I haven't seen you for a long time. You are still so hot-tempered. Could it be that you can't suppress the fire poison in your body and it has damaged your brain? Can't we fight a battle before this war starts?"

The Tianmu Twin Saints and Bai Wufa also opened their eyes and looked at the Poison Fire Patriarch and Jin Shu Niangniang on the opposite side.

In the wars in the world of immortal cultivation, usually the Mahayana cultivators will not take action. Even in the current race war, the six people present are not the protagonists, so naturally they have no awareness of fighting for it.

Even though the four people, Tianmu Shuangsheng, Jin Baiyu and Bai Wufa, clearly had the upper hand, they did not want to fight with the two people on the opposite side. The fight between Mahayana cultivators would not only bring great destruction and cause great suffering to the people, but more importantly, unless the difference in strength between the two sides was too great, it would most likely be a situation where both sides would suffer losses.

Even if one side could kill the other, under the opponent's dying counterattack, nine out of ten would be seriously injured. At their level, they were only half a step away from ascending to the immortal world, so how could they bear to waste their ten thousand years of cultivation? If the origin was injured because of the battle, the realm would stagnate, or they could not go further, wouldn't it be extremely aggrieved?

Therefore, unless it was a last resort, Mahayana cultivators rarely fought to the death.

"Fellow Daoist Jin, in this race war, the human race is attacking and the spirit race is defending. We are all outsiders, and we are just here to help. There is no need to fight to the death. As long as you don't bully the weak and kill the younger generation, this fairy and Daoist Poison Fire will not take action. Wouldn't it be better for us to reminisce about the past or exchange our cultivation experience?" Empress Jin Shu flashed a pair of charming eyes, looked at Jin Baiyu, and said with a smile.

Seeing Empress Jin Shu's charming smile, Jin Baiyu was not surprised at all, but felt a little nauseous in his heart.

Empress Jin Shu looked as charming as a flower, which made people feel numb, but in fact, those who really knew her true identity would not be interested in her at all.

Empress Jin Shu is from the Jinsha Lake Colorful Spider Clan. These so-called colorful spiders are different from many other races in the Northern Sky Fragment Realm who consider themselves "humans". They are actually a race formed by the mating of spirits and spider monsters. Their lower body is like a spider, with a fat body and eight sharp claws, and their upper body looks like a spirit. As the name suggests, the colorful spider clan has a variety of colors, among which gold and jade are the most respected. The golden color is the mother spider, and the jade color is the male spider. Every thousand years, the two will mate once, giving birth to countless colorful spiders.

Jinsha Lake is the base camp of the colorful spider clan. It is extremely dangerous. Once many creatures enter it, they will easily be targeted by countless colorful spiders. Once they are besieged, they will turn into a pile of bones in a moment, and their flesh and soul will be devoured.

So this Jin Shu Niangniang, the body is just such a monster, but unlike ordinary colorful spiders, it not only has extremely high wisdom, but also is proficient in various gold magics. Not only that, through Wan Mu Ling Zun, it has also cultivated several top magical powers of the spirit race. After advancing to the Mahayana stage, it has become even more fierce and powerful, allowing its descendants to expand to the surrounding areas and kill countless lives.

If it weren't for the support of Wan Mu Ling Zun, I'm afraid it would have been strangled by some tribes with Mahayana cultivators.

Others don't know, but Jin Baiyu naturally knows what the body of the pretty beauty in front of him is, so how can he arouse the slightest interest.

"People with different paths cannot make plans together. These vulgarity and insatiable desires of Jin Xianzi should be left to Wan Mu Ling Zun? Jin can't afford it."

"You?" Jin Shu Niangniang's pretty face changed when she heard the words, and her eyes flashed with cold murderous aura, but it was only a flash, and soon her face changed again, and she smiled again.

"Fellow Daoist Jin is very aloof and looks down on me, but it doesn't matter. If Fellow Daoist Jin looks down on me, I still have several good sisters who can be introduced to you." Empress Jin Shu's eyes never left Jin Baiyu's face. Maybe she coveted Jin Baiyu's handsome face, or maybe she had ulterior motives, so she was not angered by Jin Baiyu.

Fire Poison Patriarch swallowed his saliva beside him, and looked at Empress Jin Shu with a bit of greed.

"Haha, Fairy Jin, your sisters are more weird than each other. I don't want to be sucked dry by others at this level today, and I have never been interested in washing pots for others."

When Jin Baiyu said this, it was not light, and even Bai Wufa, who was standing next to him, showed a surprised expression.

He knew that Jin Baiyu was deliberately angering Empress Jin Shu. As long as she made a move, it would mean that the spirit race took the initiative to provoke, and they could justify winning by numbers.

Even if Empress Jin Shu was a fickle woman, she couldn't stand being told that. Her pretty face became extremely cold, and the look she gave Jin Baiyu was like a knife. If this knife-like look could kill, Jin Baiyu would have been cut into pieces long ago.

"Hmph." But what surprised Jin Baiyu and the others was that after Empress Jin Shu's chest rose and fell violently for a moment, she just snorted coldly from her nose, and did not get angry and attack.

"Fellow Daoist Jin humiliated Fairy Jin Shu like this, I'm afraid there will be no good days in the future." Fire Poison Patriarch said with a gloating smile.

"Haha, Old Poison Fire, you can't eat jealousy. Don't worry, Jin is not interested in this kind of pot, so let's give it to you, Old Poison Fire, to extinguish your anger."

Jin Baiyu's words made the Poison Fire Patriarch, who was as thick-skinned as a city wall, feel a little unnatural.

The Feiyu clan is a race born from the combination of a flying spirit beast and the human race in ancient times. For countless years, the Feiyu clan has been secretly protecting the human race and has always been on good terms with the human race, especially the high-level people of them, who basically have some friendship.

Jin Baiyu has long been very dissatisfied with the actions of the spirit race, but he dared not stand up for the human race because of the overall strength of the spirit race.

Now that Huan Tianmou has advanced to the Great Spiritual Venerable, he naturally has no such scruples, and he has always looked down on women like Jin Shu.

Today, he repeatedly insulted Jin Shu, in fact, he wanted to anger Jin Shu and force her to take action. In this way, even if Tianmu Shuangsheng and Bai Wufa wanted to play soy sauce, they could not.

Unfortunately, he still underestimated Jin Shu. She was able to help Wanmu Lingzun kill Huan Tianmou, so she was naturally capable. Jin Baiyu's intention was also seen by her, so she had been forbearing.

But she had already gnashed her teeth in hatred for Jin Baiyu. If she and Poison Fire Patriarch had not had any chance of winning today, she would have taken action directly.

"Jin Baiyu, you dare to insult my little Jin, do you want to have a fight with me?" A thunderous voice suddenly exploded in the void, followed by a yellowish-brown spiritual light gathering on the top of the mountain, and then a huge figure with a height of three feet appeared.

This person's body was pale blue, and he was extremely strong. His exposed skin looked like layers of stones, but it was not rough and looked very well-proportioned.

He was holding a huge mace in his hand, and the countless barbs on the mace were flashing a faint golden light.

With his sudden appearance, the entire mountaintop trembled violently.

As he walked forward slowly, the two sides of his face were exposed, and there were actually two faces, one showing an angry expression, and the other showing a sly smile.

"The three-headed god of the Giant Mountain Clan?"