Tempered Immortal

Chapter 709 Seven Star Island bloody battle everywhere

After about a cup of tea, suddenly, the big man narrowed his eyes and showed a serious expression on his face.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

Before the simple-minded young man finished speaking, the sound of piercing through the air reached his ears, and with a flash of red light, several throwing knives were shot from a distance.

There are still a few feet away, and the power has already made several people feel chills all over.

"Superior Spirit Tool!"

The big man's voice sounded like he was dreaming. Those who possessed such treasures were not ordinary disciples. They didn't expect to encounter a stubble just after entering the mountain.

Although he felt guilty, he didn't react slowly, and immediately sacrificed an ax-shaped spiritual weapon, turning it into a wisp of black light, and rushed towards him.

And the four people behind were not idle, they took out the spiritual weapon talismans one after another, and attacked from the side.

However, their cultivation bases were really appalling, and their magical powers were not at all outstanding. With five enemies and one, they still quickly fell into the disadvantaged.

After several rounds, with a flash of blood, the big man was split in half abruptly.

"Big brother!"

Grief and indignation flashed in the eyes of the other few people, but there was more element of fear, and they had no fighting spirit at all, and fled in all directions.

"Hmph, want to go, dream!"

A sarcasm appeared on the corner of the mouth of a woman in red, she pointed out with her slender hand, the throwing knife trembled slightly, the sound of piercing the air became more and more piercing, and the blood splattered, none of the four were spared, all fell, and returned to their souls Hell.

"Hmph, with this level of cultivation, you actually dare to stroke the beard of my Ning family's tiger. You are beyond your control, and you will die a hundred times."

The woman in red turned around and disappeared from the spot, going to hunt other invading monks.

And in another mountain valley only a few miles away, three Ning family disciples in yellow shirts were standing with their backs, each with disheveled hair, extremely embarrassed, desperately driving the spiritual weapons in their hands.

But it's useless, the other party not only has as many as seven people, but compared with them, their cultivation base is only stronger than weaker, and now they are just cats and mice.

Seeing that the three Ning family disciples were at the end of their strength, an old man with a ferocious appearance slapped the storage bag on the opposite side, and made a big grimace.

"go with!"

The old man pointed out that the grimace immediately rushed forward fiercely, opened his mouth wide, and swallowed a disciple of the Ning family, and began to chew.

The other two were terrified, and with the death of a companion, the pressure increased even more.

It didn't take a moment for them to be defeated by each other, and their souls returned to the underworld.

……

And this kind of mutual extermination battle is happening in the entire Leiyin Mountain at this moment, with a radius of hundreds of miles, there is a thick bloody atmosphere everywhere.

Wronged souls are everywhere, extremely tragic!
And this was just the beginning, the battle between low-level monks could not control the situation of the battle. After several hours, the masters of both sides finally couldn't hold back and started the first wave of contact.

Strictly speaking, it is tentative. However, the fighting skills among monks in the alchemy stage are naturally very different. When the magic weapon is released, although it cannot be said that the world will change color, within a few miles, it will also be turned upside down. If the high-level monks can't avoid it in time, they are likely to be involved. Even the aftermath is enough to send their souls back to the underworld.

For the attacking side, the victory lies in sufficient manpower. However, the Ning family of Leiyin Mountain has been in business for thousands of years, and various restrictions have emerged in an endless stream. Relying on the formation, it is not at all inferior. If there is no accident, this will be a battle. An arduous war of attrition.

However, such a result is something that Lin Xuan absolutely does not want to see. How could he suffer heavy losses when he managed to subdue the family? It's time to do it yourself, and by the way, the prestige of the corpse demon will skyrocket.

Thinking of this, Lin Xuan asked the corpse demon to tell Ning Wanshan a few words, and it turned into a black light and flew away through the air.

Cangyue Peak is about fifty miles away from the main altar of the main peak of Leiyin Mountain. It is more than a thousand feet high and the mountain is extremely steep. This is the location of the four branches of the Ning family.

The Ning family stretched for thousands of years and was divided into seven veins. Although the four houses have not been prosperous in the past hundred years and have long since declined, as the saying goes, centipedes are dead but not stiff, so there is still some heritage in them.

Although they have no right to speak in this battle of Patriarchs, the declining Sifang still has three elders in the Condensation Stage and about a hundred disciples in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

However, at this moment, Cang Yue Peak, where Sifang was located, was in a precarious situation, and the restrictive formation might be breached at any time.

There were not many enemies, just dozens of people, but the two leaders were the famous giant owls and devils, the two heroes of the Mang clan.

These two brothers have weird and unpredictable skills, and they are better at attacking separately. Since their debut, thousands of monks have died under their hands. They are bloodthirsty, and sometimes even mortals are not spared. notoriety spread far and wide.

"Master, what should we do now?" A thin and thin foundation-building cultivator asked with a pale face. Not only him, but almost all the disciples of the four branches were full of fear. The enemy's offensive was too fierce and their reputation was too bad People were terrified.

"Send the sound transmission talisman, like the main altar asking for help." The leader of the four branches, a black-faced old man, glanced at the crumbling light curtain, and ordered in a deep voice.

"Yes!"

Immediately, several disciples rubbed their hands together, as if a sound transmission talisman was issued from the outside world.

However, the flames flickered a few times, and they were shot down by the opponent just after flying tens of feet away. These guys planned to catch a turtle in their urn, so naturally they would not let the opponent have a chance to ask for help.

The expression of the black-faced old man became more and more ugly, and at this moment, there was an earth-shattering loud noise, mixed with exclamations, that the restraining formation had been breached.

"Hmph, the Ning family's great reputation is nothing more than that."

A hoarse grin came into his ears, the black-faced old man's expression froze, and he looked up quickly, only to see two monks rushing towards him more than ten feet away.

This is a pair of twin brothers, ugly... no, it should be terrifying.

Tall and thin, with a bloodless face, protruding forehead, but deeply sunken eyes, giving the impression of a skeleton zombie.

"Two Heroes of the Mang Clan?" The old man gasped, and couldn't help turning his head to glance at his side. Originally, there were three alchemy elders in the four branches, but the younger brothers and younger sisters were patrolling outside, otherwise there would be no fight at all. As for now, he sighed... Lonely is the best adjective.

In addition to the two Heroes of the Mang Clan, there were dozens of Foundation Establishment stage monks on the other side, and they were also fighting with the disciples who stayed behind in the fourth room.

Without the formation as a cover, most of the monks of the four branches were at a disadvantage. In just a few short rounds, some disciples spattered five steps with blood.

A gleam of anger flashed in the eyes of the black-faced old man, but he also knew that there was nothing to be done, and whispered: "Pass down the order, so that the disciples don't have to fight to the death, and break through and return to the main altar when they see the opportunity. It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge."

"Yes!"

The disciples left as ordered, and he himself jumped up, like the two heroes of the Mang clan to welcome him.

PS: Huanyu wishes everyone a happy new year, and wishes everyone a happy new year and all the best.

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