Chapter 177 Tianhe Battlefield, Ling Tian arrives to the end]
Just a few days later, with the blessing of jí pǐn Lingquan, Ling Tian improved again!
Although Ling Tian is angry, he will not act rashly. He will never do anything unprepared.
Qian Qinhai, the leader of Muyun Peak, came out of seclusion in the late stage of breaking through Ningso, and then led nearly a thousand disciples of Ziyun Sect to participate in the battle. Although his cultivation level is not said to be invincible under the golden body, among the strong Ningso people, the battle is definitely ranked first
forefront.
In addition, Muyunfeng's skills are extremely strong in defense and recovery, but he still escaped with serious injuries. From this, we can see how terrifying the strength of the three barbarian and demonic people is.
Manager Xiao also told them that each of those three people has combat power in the late stage of Ning Soul. They are shady and have a great reputation.
Enemies must be avenged and people must be killed, but even if Ling Tian had trump cards like the Phantom Stinging Bee, he was not sure that he could defeat one against three.
And his original strength is still far from being able to kill the strong men in the late stage of Ning Soul.
Now, regardless of the damage to the Qi Sea, Ling Tian forcibly swallowed the remaining spirit spring, making his cultivation one step closer.
Fortunately, he succeeded.
At this time, Ling Tian was even more convinced that his martial spirit was definitely not inferior to Liu Yiyi's Youtian Yunhuang, because after Biquan.
He never encountered obstacles!
Feeling the surging vitality in his body, Ling Tian's confidence doubled.
At least, if he faces the late stage of Condensation again, even without the Phantom Stinging Bee, he will still be able to fight!
Ling Tian twitched the corners of his mouth as he looked at the Han Yun Stick and the Purple Death Sword placed in front of him.
"Chixue, Situ Fan, Li Wuxin!"
"I, Ling Tian, am coming!"
"soon"
The cold voice echoed in the quiet room. There was no joy, anger, or hatred, only endless coldness and determination.
Tianhe Mountain.
Located at the junction of Shiwanmang Mountain and Lingnan City, it is a battleground for military strategists. Every time the barbarians invade, this place will become a battlefield.
If Tianhe Mountain is lost, the barbarians will be like a flood, marching straight in, radiating to Lingnan and Ziyun Sect.
For thousands of years, countless talented people have shown their prominence in this land, and countless geniuses have fallen into disgrace and turned into dust.
That is to say, at the foot of Tianhe Mountain, the disciples of Ziyun Sect were besieged by barbarians and demons.
At this time, before dawn, a meteor-like light flashed across the sky, and an eight-winged cloud ship descended.
Mu Tiezhu, carrying a black steel hammer on his back, stood on the bow of the ship with Ling Yun and others, looking down, full of surprise.
At this time, the battlefield at the foot of Tianhe Mountain had ended with a day of fighting, but there were still loud explosions in the mountains and rivers, and the air was filled with violent airflow and a strong smell of blood.
At the foot of Tianhe Mountain, there is almost no intact land and vegetation. There are charred rocks and corpses everywhere. The smoke is filled like a purgatory on earth.
Along the way, this kind of scene spread all over the border of Southern Tang Dynasty.
Some towns have even been massacred, with countless mortal casualties and bloodshed.
At this moment, they realized how cruel war was.
In the quiet room, Ling Tian suddenly opened his eyes.
He silently picked up the regret cloud stick and carried it behind his back, picked up the purple sword and pushed open the door.
"You go back to the sect first."
Ling Tian's cold voice fell, his arms were bathed in purple fire, and a pair of purple feathers bloomed.
Amidst the thunder in the sky, the dazzling purple light flashed from the cloud ship and flew towards the distant mountains.
Tianhe Pass!
"Help!"
At the foot of Tianhe Mountain, a roar sounded from a distance, followed by a desperate cry for help.
As soon as the sound came out, several figures shot out and fled towards the warehouse in Tianhe Mountain.
Among the few people, there are disciples wearing the costumes of Ziyun Sect, Tianshui Sect and Yanjian Pavilion, and there are also children from aristocratic families. But no matter who they are, they are like a small boat in the angry sea at this time, which may capsize at any time.
Because behind them were dozens of demonic warriors in black robes!
Several people were horrified. Their cultivation was only at the early stage of Piquan. They just wanted to take advantage of the truce to search for the storage bags of some fallen warriors. However, they inadvertently went deep into the battlefield and were discovered by the demonic warriors, who hunted them down.
They fled frantically in the direction of the two peaks in front of Tianhe Mountain, because that was where the sects and aristocratic families in Lingnan were stationed. If they could escape there, they would naturally be able to survive.
However, before he could run far, dozens of martial arts burst out, engulfing the last Tianshui Sect disciple.
In an instant, the disciple died on the spot.
Seeing this, the remaining people were even more frightened, desperately squeezing the vitality in their Dantian, hoping to escape and ascend to heaven faster.
Faintly, the warriors from the sects and aristocratic families stationed in Tianhe Mountain also heard the call for help, and they all stood up and looked towards the battlefield.
But it was just a glance, and no one flew over to rescue him.
Because this situation has happened countless times in the past few days, they have become accustomed to it, and they don't even have the slightest emotional fluctuation. Besides, those people are far away from Tianhe Mountain at this time. Even if they rush to rescue immediately, they will not be able to do anything.
It's too late.
At the stations on both sides of Tianhe Mountain, various forces are scattered and distributed. On each side, there are a few people standing in front of everyone, looming.
If Ling Tian were present, he would be able to recognize a few of these people.
Xin Ziang and Xiao Chuchen from the Ziyun Sect, Ji Lie from the Yanjian Pavilion, Ye Baoer from the Baihua Sect, and Du Jinming from the Du family. There were also many unfamiliar faces standing beside them, and they were obviously all
He is a talented disciple of each family.
But most of these people watched with cold eyes as the few people who called for help struggled to death and died miserably one by one, with indifferent expressions and no expressions on their faces.
These people are nothing more than cannon fodder. How many people have died in the past few days? How can it be worth taking action from talented people like them?
Among the crowd, only Ji Lie could not bear to take action when he saw the Yanjian Pavilion disciples dying tragically.
But just as he drew his weapon, he paused and suddenly raised his eyes to look south.
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The geniuses standing in front of the major strength stations also looked over almost unanimously.
In that southern sky.
A ball of purple light suddenly appeared!
Shining like thunder, it immediately lights up the sky and competes with the stars and the moon!