Monk Jianqing, who exerted his power without form and severely injured nearly hundreds of top cultivators, did not seem to be a monk at all. He had an extremely fiery temper, not even weaker than those violent top cultivators from the Sand Demon Cave.
With the wave of the Zen staff in his hand, every blow can severely damage several top cultivators.
"Senior brother, you must not create too much murderous karma." Monk Jingmian waved his palm to defeat several top cultivators who rushed forward. He looked at Jianqing and warned anxiously.
"Don't worry about it. Why should I be afraid of such murderous karma? As long as these evil beasts are not destroyed, I will not feel at ease!" Jian Qing said in a deep voice, waving the staff in his hand more vigorously.
Monk Jingmian shook his head helplessly. His senior brother dared to disobey his senior brother, so how could he listen to what he said?
The war situation is at a fever pitch.
The lives of the top ancestral cultivators have become the most worthless existence. Countless broken treasures and real swords followed their respective owners and fell into the collapsed and cracked ground.
This place has become their common burial ground.
Tragic wars always resonate, and even though they are immortals, their role in the battle among nearly 20,000 to 30,000 top cultivators is minimal.
Cui Jing, who saw it with hot eyes, stretched out his hand to tighten his belt, then flew forward with the eight-foot stick in hand.
Cui Jing, who is just a top cultivator at the ancestral level, is strong enough to fight against ordinary immortals with the blessing of blood energy in the Sand Demon Cave domain.
"Do you feel that that guy's head is not working well and he is a bit of a loser?" Chen Qing commented as he looked at Cui Jingyuan's retreating figure.
Chunqiu touched his chin and said, "He looks a little not very smart. He is probably used to running amok in this bad place and needs to be beaten severely."
Jian Wushuang still didn't speak, he was watching the situation quietly.
At the same time, he had a hunch that these top cultivators in the Sand Demon Cave looked extremely vicious, but they would never be able to defend the Sand Demon Cave, and it would definitely be a matter of time before the city was breached.
By then, we might be able to wait for an opportunity to get close to those monks.
Although the cause and effect and massacre carried on his body seem to be fine and may never be triggered, it is like a barb that Jian Wushuang will definitely try his best to pull out.
If these monks can't do anything about it, then he can only wait until he recovers his strength, and then try his best to unite with Di Qing to completely wipe out this entire sky.
Jian Wushuang has never been an overly kind person. From his youth, to ascending to the Universe God, and then to entering the Dayan World alone, the criterion he has always quoted is principles.
If there is a heaven that harms him, this is the cause. Since there is a cause, it will result, and the end of destruction is not inevitable.
Monk Jianqing used his skills repeatedly to push back the top cultivators who were constantly emerging in front of him.
The ten monks, all of whom are immortals, have a vague tendency to influence the situation of the war.
But one of the ten monks did not take action, or to be precise, he did not participate in the fight.
He was like an ascetic, his brows had gone through many vicissitudes of life, and he moved forward slowly, as if he had nothing to do with the world.
Occasionally, there were top cultivators who attacked him, but they were forced back by the clear brilliance that enveloped him.
The ten Yanxian monks would be able to crush them against the Sand Demon Cave where there were almost no Yanxian.
The originally arrogant and crazy top cultivators of the Sand Demon Cave were retreating steadily, and their number was reduced from the previous 20,000 to just over half.
If it weren't for the murderous aura, the casualties would have been even more serious than what happened now.
Jian Qing was like a furious bull. As soon as Cui Jing joined the battle, he directly targeted him and then started to fight with the black iron Zen staff.
After just ten breaths of fighting, Cui Jing was in decline. He secretly complained in his heart, and the palm of his hand holding the eight-foot stick was cracked.
"What a sin, grandpa will send you to death today!"
With a deep shout, Jianqing changed his position, carrying the black iron Zen staff on his shoulder like he was carrying a mountain to catch the moon, and then hit Cui Jing's belly with a meteor strike.
At this moment, he felt his eyes darken, the eight-foot stick bent to a weird point, and his whole body flew backwards like a shell.
"Boom!"
Jian Wushuang felt the city wall beneath him tremble suddenly, and then there were waves of subtle collapse sounds.
Cui Jing's entire figure was completely embedded into the city wall several meters deep, and he almost nearly blasted a large hole out of the city wall.
"Uh... you're such a bald donkey, I'm not done with you anymore." Cui Jing struggled to pull himself out of the hole in the wall, and all the bones in his body seemed to be falling apart.
Just when the top cultivators of the sect headed by Jian Qing were unstoppable, a unique aura descended on the battlefield again.
The sand is running wildly and the sky is in chaos.
From the broken ground, a huge statue of Kuangsha rose up quietly.
Then, facing the army of top cultivators led by Jian Qing, two large palms covering the sky came down fiercely.
Jianqing raised his head suddenly. He was frightened and raised his Zen staff to stop him.
But the force was beyond imagination, and it directly knocked away more than a hundred top cultivators, including him.
For a time, the disadvantageous situation was contained.
Jianqing flew hundreds of feet upside down, froze his steps in the air, and then couldn't help but shed a ray of divine blood from the corner of his mouth.
The momentum was so powerful that it was difficult for him to resist with all his strength.
At this moment, the eyes of all the top cultivators were focused on the tens of thousands of feet high Kuangsha Giant Statue.
Every top cultivator in Sand Demon Cave has a look of fanaticism in their eyes.
On the forehead of the giant statue of Kuangsha, sat a tall woman with a beautiful figure that was looming under her cloak.
She looked cold and with a wave of her hand, she controlled the Kuangsand Colossus beneath her to kill more than a dozen top cultivators.
Jian Wushuang, who watched this scene from a distance, couldn't help but condense his eyes.
This Empress Sha, who also has not transcended the level of immortality, showed her at this moment, but gave him a sense of detachment.
If the previous Lady Sha was at the same peak as Chen Qing, then she seems to have taken that step now.
However, the next scene was even more shocking.
The giant statue of Kuangsha waved its sky-covering palm, suppressing all invading enemies, but at the next moment, a clear light wheel appeared that was ten thousand feet in size and could not be ignored.
There is a pair of skinny palms emitting billions of rays of light, with hands clasped together, covering the palms of the Kuangsha Colossus.
The two collided, and endless amounts of sand and lime fell down.
On the skinny palms that were folded together, every fine crack was easily visible, exuding an alluring force.
Jian Wushuang saw clearly that this magnificent move was exactly what he had unleashed by the old monk with the beard who had never made a move since the melee began.
The black ring beads around her neck began to emit a strange radiance.