Dongfang Yun led the ghost cultivator army to the demon tribe's camp.
The old demon Shi Hai, the Black Turtle Lord, and the bald old man came out to greet him in person.
After some detailed discussions, the two sides reached a plan to attack the Taoist faction. The demon tribe would be the main force to charge, while the ghost cultivator faction would assist the attack on the flanks.
The next day, when the sun just rose, the demon clan and the ghost cultivator sect launched a fierce attack on the Taoist sect's station.
The Taoist sect did not expect that the Ghost Cultivator sect would suddenly get involved. They were not prepared properly and suffered heavy losses.
Originally, the strength of the demon clan and the Taoist sect were not comparable. Now the ghost cultivators joined in to help the demon clan. The situation of the Taoist sect immediately became critical.
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"Boom." Several thunder and lightning instantly split the cave where Lin San was hiding into a pile of stone powder. When blown by the wind, the stone powder disappeared without a trace.
Lin San closed his eyes and appeared between heaven and earth without reservation.
"Crack." Five purple thunderbolts struck directly at Lin San's head.
At this moment, Lin San suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.
"Whoa." The moment Lin San reached the bottom, the five purple thunderbolts suddenly shattered and turned into a pile of purple light spots that slowly disappeared between the sky and the earth. At the same moment, the dark clouds gathered in the sky also slowly dispersed, creating a dazzling light. The scorching sun slowly revealed Lin San's figure.
Lin San just lay quietly on the rock. His eyes were empty and lifeless. A trace of blood slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth.
I don’t know how long it took...
Lin San moved his fingers slightly. Then he slowly sat up: "Alas..." Lin San let out a depressed sigh and said to himself: "Failed. I still failed in the end..." It just started to condense. When he was in the Nascent Soul, everything went smoothly. But when the catastrophe came, Lin San's state of mind suddenly became unstable. The newly formed "villain" in his dantian collapsed instantly. Lin San tried several methods. He couldn't condense any more villains. Finally, he couldn't bear the magic power rushing around in his body. He spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then fell to the ground.
The condensation of the Nascent Soul failed, and the Heavenly Tribulation disappeared naturally.
Lin San didn't know what words to use to describe his mood at this time. In short, he felt very uncomfortable, depressed, and suffocated... I really felt like crying without tears. It took so long and he swallowed so many pills. In the end, he still failed. .
At some point, it started to rain lightly.
The raindrops slowly wet Lin San's hair and clothes. In a moment, Lin San turned into a drowned rat.
Lin San sat quietly on the ground, letting the rain wash away, motionless, as if he had turned to stone.
It was getting dark.
Lin San was still sitting where he was, with no intention of getting up.
The light rain continued all night and stopped early the next morning.
Muddy rainwater accumulated around Lin San. Lin San's waist was basically soaked in the cold rainwater.
"Cuckoo..." A blue bird suddenly flew from the sky and landed gently on the stone opposite Lin San.
Lin San lowered his head, closed his eyes slightly, and spread his hands randomly to the side. He seemed to have fallen asleep.
"Flutter..." The blue bird suddenly flew to Lin San's shoulder and began to bite Lin San's neck with its small mouth. At this moment, the little bird had already regarded Lin San as a dead body.
I don't know if he was awakened by the pain. Lin San slowly opened his eyes. Subconsciously, he raised his hand and swept it towards his neck.
"Boom." The unsuspecting blue bird was immediately swept away by Lin San. His little head hit the ground hard. He rolled his eyes and died on the spot.
"Hmm..." Lin San rolled his eyes: "Where am I?" Lin San shook his heavy head and slowly remembered. He seemed to be hiding in a cave to condense the Nascent Soul. In the middle of the process, he even The Heavenly Tribulation was brought down. At the last moment, due to an unstable mind, it finally failed. The advancement to the Nascent Soul stage failed.
Lin San turned his head and looked at the dead blue bird. A trace of guilt flashed in his eyes. It was his negligence that killed an innocent bird. But he really wanted to thank this little bird. It's not like a bird flew over and grabbed my neck. I might continue to sink. It's very likely that I won't wake up in the end.
"What happened to me? I just failed once. What's the big deal? Just go back and keep working hard." Lin San secretly blamed himself and said, "It seems that my state of mind really needs to be tempered." He sighed for a while. Lin San struggled to get up from the ground. He reached out and picked up the body of the blue bird. He found a small hole with excellent "feng shui" and buried it. Finally, Lin San paid a few bows to the grave of the blue bird. After praying, I found a remote place and started meditating to recover the damaged meridians and consumed mana.
One month later.
Lin San stood up with a glowing face. After a month of meditation practice, Lin San finally recovered all the damaged meridians and consumed mana.
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At this time, the Blood Moon Continent was really in chaos.
The fight between the Taoist sect, the demon clan, and the ghost cultivator sect was inseparable. In just one month, the Taoist sect suffered tens of thousands of casualties. One-third of them were at the golden elixir level or above.
In a gorgeous hall.
Three imposing old men gathered together and talked anxiously.
Although these three old men have ordinary looks and are not tall, their status is indeed extraordinary. The three old guys are the leaders of the Taoist sect in the Blood Moon Continent today. They are all in the late Nascent Soul. The names of the three old guys They are: Liang Wanli, Peng Dehua, Mu Wuqing.
"Alas..." Liang Wanli, whose face was full of wrinkles, sighed softly: "I really didn't expect that the Ghost Cultivator Sect would actually form an alliance with the Monster Clan."
"With the strength of our Taoist sect alone, it is difficult to defeat the demon clan and the ghost cultivator sect together." Peng Dehua's face didn't look very good either.
Mu Wuqing pondered for a moment: "Since the demon clan is asking the ghost cultivator for help, then we can also ask the wood clan, the tool spirit clan, and the Rakshasa clan for help."
"Impossible. The Wood Clan, the Tool Spirit Clan and the Rakshasa Clan will not help us at all." Liang Wanli shook his head and objected.
"Nothing is impossible." Mu Wuqing said lightly: "As long as the conditions we offer are generous, I think the Wood Tribe, the Tool Spirit Tribe and the Rakshasa Tribe will definitely be willing to help."
Liang Wanli frowned: "What do you want to do."
Mu Wuqing reached out and knocked on the table: "I plan to cede one-third of the Taoist sect's current territory."
"What." Liang Wanli and Peng Dehua's expressions changed at the same time.
"Don't get excited. Listen to me." Mu Wuqing waved his hand: "If you want to impress the Wood Clan, the Qi Ling Clan, and the Rakshasa Clan, you can only cede territory."
"I don't agree." Peng Dehua shouted urgently.
Mu Wuqing's face darkened: "If you don't agree, just wait for the genocide to be exterminated."