Chapter 767: Battle at the Border (V)

The five-colored light curtain condensed by the cultivators was clearly a barrier specifically designed to restrain spiritual arts. After the seemingly astonishing attacks passed, the light curtain did not shake at all. Net

Seeing this, a hint of joy appeared on Long Han's face.

These thousand or so cultivators who flew out were all elite disciples of the Nine Nations Alliance who had been trained for a long time, which was why they could skillfully set up this magic array.

After seeing its power, Wei Wei Wuya had not exaggerated.

Seeing that his side's attack had not been effective, the withered old man's face looked a bit ugly. But he issued the order to attack again without hesitation.

Amidst the sound of incantations from the Dharma practitioner camp, this time what condensed was not simple fireballs and ice spears, but fire crows and crystal-clear ice pythons, which slowly began to take shape in the air.

Of course, compared to the first round of attacks, the time spent was naturally longer.

At this time, there was a slight commotion in the opposite cultivator camp, and a team of green-shirted cultivators flew out of the barrier.

They simultaneously took off the spirit beast bags at their waists and offered them to the high sky. The bags faced downward, spraying colorful clouds of light, from which flew out dozens of demonic beasts of various shapes.

The three in the lead were particularly extraordinary.

One had dragon horns on its head, was covered in scales, and flashed with white light; it was a rare dragon-horse beast. Another spat out a fishy wind and was a two-headed demonic lion with green fur all over its body.

The last one was even more terrifying; it was a giant poisonous scorpion, five or six zhang long, with a pitch-black and purple scorpion hook on its back, making people tremble at the sight!

These demonic beasts were exactly a batch of powerful spirit beasts carefully raised by the Demonic Dao's Spirit Beast Sect. Once released, they immediately, led by the three demonic beasts, aggressively met the giant beasts and the virtual demonic beasts summoned by the Dharma practitioners.

For a time, demonic winds blew, and the groups of beasts fought together.

Although only the three leading spirit beasts could entangle one giant beast each in a one-on-one fight, fortunately, the remaining spirit beasts were numerous and had been trained for a long time. Swarming forward, they managed to block the giant beasts' advance and even gained the upper hand slightly.

At the same time the demonic beasts flew out, several thousand cultivators also rose into the air, splitting into five squads to charge directly toward the opposite side, and mid-way, they summoned their respective magic tools, spraying attacks like rain into the camp of the spellcasters.

The spiritual arts condensed by the Dharma practitioner camp this time were clearly fiercer than the last time; they would not sit and wait for the opponent to finish casting spells.

Dense magic tools, like a stormy sea, kept hitting the Mulan people's defensive array.

The withered old man's face sank. After a cold snort, he gave an order, and a large number of Dharma practitioners also flew out. The two sides instantly fought together in the high sky between the two camps, with spiritual arts, magic tools, and magic treasures weaving into countless fireflies.

After a brief clash, hundreds of people's shields and magic tools were destroyed by the opponent, and their bodies exploded directly and fell from the high sky.

It could be called extremely tragic!

But just after this brief delay, the Dharma practitioner camp's spiritual art attack was ready.

Dozens of fire crows and ice pythons, as if they had come alive, shot toward the opposite cultivator army.

But this time, the cultivator army was also prepared. Before these attacks could fall, countless magic treasures and magic tools soared into the sky, destroying most of the fire crows and ice pythons in one go.

The few remaining fish that slipped through the net were all blocked by the five-colored light curtain. Although the light curtain shook a few times, it did not pose a real threat.

But seeing this, Long Han frowned.

It seemed that although the Nine Nations Alliance's defensive magic array was powerful, it still could not completely block the more powerful spiritual art attacks.

So, after taking a deep breath, he ordered coldly.

The cultivator army, braving the five-colored light curtain, began to slowly move toward the opposite Dharma practitioner camp.

At the same time, the cultivators activated their own magic tools and magic treasures, which turned into various spiritual lights floating in the air or protecting their whole bodies. There were also various incantations sounding, and these magic tools and treasures shone brightly, ready to make a full-force strike at any time.

Seeing this, the old man in the Dharma practitioner camp had cold light flash in his eyes, knowing that the opponent was taking the risk to take the initiative because they did not want them to have time to cast spiritual art arrays again. And looking at the situation, they indeed did not have time to launch the next round of attacks.

After a similar order, the Dharma practitioner army also moved slowly toward the opposite side, braving the huge light shield.

The distance between the two sides shortened rapidly.

When the two sides were only a hundred zhang apart, and could even vaguely see the faces of the enemies on the opposite side, seven soft "pu pu" sounds came first from the cultivator ranks.

Seven white, misty jade talismans were offered by seven elders of the Luanming Sect with solemn expressions.

As soon as the jade talismans left their hands, they turned into seven white rainbows and shot toward the sky above the Dharma practitioner army. After circling at a height of several dozen zhang, they revealed their original forms one after another.

Between shrinking and expanding, heaven-shaking thunder sounds suddenly came from the jade talismans.

Then the seven jade talismans shattered, and seven dazzling white electric balls appeared.

Then they expanded rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, they turned into giant existences like the scorching sun.

Seven white scorching suns with a diameter of over ten zhang floated brightly above the cultivator army.

This scene was truly astonishing. Many Dharma practitioners could not help but look up, their faces showing shock.

"Not good! It's an ancient talisman!"

The originally composed withered old man was shocked when he saw this situation.

But before he could take any action, the seven scorching suns exploded one after another.

It was as if the sky above the Dharma practitioners was instantly covered with sizzling, scorching white electric arcs, turning into seven giant electric nets that shrouded downward.

The cultivators seemed to have been reminded, and countless colorful talismans flashing with spiritual light of various colors were thrown out, covering the sky and earth.

And at this moment, rumbling muffled thunder sounds rang out amidst a sheet of white light.

"It seems it's very lively outside!" Han Li muttered to himself.

At this moment, he stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the blood-red barrier in front of him, with no look of panic on his face after being trapped.

Ever since he knew that the Dharma practitioners had originally planned to trap them, the trace of worry in Han Li's heart had vanished.

Although the Mulan people used this method, they were certainly full of confidence in this barrier, but Han Li had more confidence in breaking this restriction.

However, when to go out and what means to use to break the barrier was a matter that required careful consideration.

Now was not the case that the earlier he went out, the better.

Although Han Li was willing to contribute to Tiannan's resistance against the Mulan people, he also did not want to be cannon fodder, dying in a muddle in the chaotic battle at the beginning of the clash.

After all, this was not a one-on-one duel where he only needed to deal with one opponent.

If he were targeted by several Nascent Soul stage cultivators at the beginning, or attacked by dozens or hundreds of Dharma practitioners simultaneously, even if he possessed the Lightning Evasion Technique, it would still be an extremely dangerous matter.

Only by avoiding the initial chaos, when most high-tier cultivators and Dharma practitioners were already engaged in battle, would it be safer to go out. The possibility of being besieged would be greatly reduced.

Of course, if it weren't for the appearance of being trapped by the blood barrier, Han Li would have other methods to avoid the initial clash.

But now it was even more justifiable to avoid the most dangerous time of this battle.

And the rumbling thunder sounds just now were truly astonishing. Even though Han Li was in this place, he could still feel the barrier trembling slightly from the thunder. It should be the precursor to the two sides finally making contact and fighting.

He just didn't know which side had released such an astonishing attack. Presumably, the other side would definitely not feel good after taking such a powerful attack.

Thinking of this, Han Li sighed, turned his head, and looked at the barrier in other places.

This blood barrier was indeed somewhat strange. Even with his spiritual sense, he could not probe into it at all, and this restriction clearly looked like a Demonic Dao cultivation technique. But when the Evil-Warding Divine Lightning struck it, it had no effect at all, which made Han Li quite interested.

Earlier, he had also used the Bright and Clear Spirit Eyes to probe various parts of the blood barrier.

As a result, except for a reddish expanse, he gained nothing.

However, Han Li was not in a hurry. Now the battle outside had just begun, and he had plenty of time to study how to break the barrier.

Opening his mouth, Han Li spat out a small cyan sword.

Under the urging of his spiritual sense, this sword turned into a cyan rainbow a chi long and slashed fiercely at the barrier.

A muffled "peng" sound came, and the barrier did not move at all; instead, the flying sword was bounced back over a zhang away.

Han Li did not show any surprise. After putting away the flying sword, he flipped his hand, and a pitch-black object appeared in his palm; it was the "Thousand-Heavy Peak" ancient castle.

Han Li threw this treasure out and pinched a magic seal with both hands.

After a flash of black light, a small mountain over ten zhang high appeared silently in front of Han Li.

Han Li stretched out his finger and tapped lightly on the mountain.

Immediately, the mountain peak trembled and smashed fiercely toward the distant barrier without any courtesy.

A loud noise came. After the black light and blood light intertwined, the mountain peak was also bounced back. The barrier only trembled a few times inadvertently.

A hint of surprise finally appeared on Han Li's face.

After rubbing his chin, he suddenly tapped the small mountain again.

This time, the treasure turned into a black light and shot toward the center of the blood barrier.

Then, incantations came from his mouth. The small mountain expanded rapidly in the light. A moment later, it was seventy or eighty zhang high, and it looked like the top and bottom of the peak were about to touch the ground and the top of the barrier.

Han Li had no intention of stopping at all; instead, he raised his hand and cast several magic spells onto the small mountain.

The speed at which the small mountain grew larger increased by three parts.

After rumbling and shaking, the mountain peak, over a hundred zhang high, stood straight in the middle of the blood barrier like a pillar supporting the sky, with black spiritual light flickering on it.

And under this pressure, the top of the blood barrier began to deform and bulge slightly.

The entire barrier shook violently.

Seeing this, Han Li felt a joy in his heart. The spiritual power in his body flowed rapidly, and various magic spells hit the small mountain incessantly.

The black mountain peak still slowly expanded, and the deformation at the top of the blood barrier became more and more obvious.

But when the bulging part reached a certain degree, no matter how Han Li cast spells to urge it, the deformation of the blood barrier stopped strangely. The expansion of the black mountain peak was also abruptly stopped.

Han Li stopped his magic spells, stared at the top of the blood barrier, and narrowed his eyes.

It seemed that the idea of using the Thousand-Heavy Peak to prop open this restriction was also unworkable. Next, he could only try whether the Dry Blue Ice Flame and the Purple Luo Heavenly Fire could break this barrier.

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