Chapter 858

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The once melodious bell toll now resounded through every part of the Mingyuan Holy Land like a death warrant.

All Mingyuan cultivators, having received the notification, flew toward Yanfu Mountain regardless of everything.

Even the Shangyou Immortal City outside Mingyuan had all its arrays activated, ready to meet the enemy at any time.

Inside the Elixir Saint Blessed Land.

Those water mirrors vaguely displayed images of various places.

Streams of light were like clouds, and cultivators were like rain.

All kinds of magic treasures were displayed without reservation, fully revealing the aura of slaughter.

On the earth, lifeless puppets marched coldly, and giant beasts nearly a thousand feet tall roared and galloped.

Luo Lingxi watched this scene blankly, his young heart receiving a huge shock.

Is this the bizarre and variegated world of immortality?

Although he had grown up in the Luotian Sect since he was young, Sima Hui Niang knew that her son would likely be unable to cultivate in the future, so she deliberately avoided letting him receive all this information.

Occasionally, when outsiders visited, they mostly landed their light at the foot of Motian Cliff.

The places they usually went to were mostly prosperous markets where mortals gathered.

Later, as Luo Chen left Motian Cliff, he saw many scenes of immortals riding clouds and mist, flying through mountains and seas along the way, but they were relatively sparse.

Only at this moment!

That vast and spectacular scene of countless cultivators moving out together was deeply imprinted in his heart.

If one cannot cultivate, it is a wasted trip through the human world!

Suddenly!

He felt a sharp pain in his palm and subconsciously looked up at the woman beside him.

"Sister Ruoli?"

Ye Ruoli suddenly let go, panting and saying: "Sorry Lingxi, it was sister who hurt you."

Luo Lingxi shook his head, "It's okay, I know you are worried about the safety of the sect."

Ye Ruoli bit her red lips and looked at the white-clothed man sitting cross-legged in front.

The other party was wearing the Frost-Snow Clothing bestowed by the ancestor, bore the name of Elixir Saint Hall Master, and was rumored to have heaven-reaching abilities; at this moment, shouldn't he go out and help the Mingyuan Sect?

Luo Chen felt nothing, only his breathing becoming heavier and heavier.

Because in his own vertical golden eyes, which were manifested with the help of the array, he could clearly see the violent flow of vital energy.

The struggle inside the Nether Huang Quan Map had obviously reached the most intense juncture.

The Ancient Demon Emperor Tian entered this map and eventually perished.

What about Qixia Yuanjun?

The answer is...

Rip!

A piercingly harsh sound overwhelmed the thousands of battle cries and drowned out the bell tolling that resounded through heaven and earth.

Amidst everyone's shock, that treasure map spanning ten thousand miles, with rolling Huang Quan flowing, was torn apart alive.

A wisp of golden flame nimbly drilled out.

Then, a single spark instantly started a prairie fire!

One wisp became ten thousand, and in the blink of an eye, it was a prairie fire, flowing backward in a violent state, rolling back the endless Huang Quan.

At the end of the Huang Quan, the three great ancestors looked terrified, each using their ultimate moves.

Boom!

In the violent collision, the Nether Huang Quan Map was completely shattered.

This peerless spirit treasure, which had made great contributions in ancient times and even in the contemporary era, was burned to ashes alive by the Ancient Demon Phoenix.

The spirit treasure's owner, Ancestor Heize, was connected to it mentally and suffered the heaviest damage, unable to suppress his injuries on the spot, spitting out bright red blood.

The three great ancestors did not hesitate and scattered to flee.

Qixia Yuanjun watched this scene and just gave a cold laugh, pursuing Ancestor Heize, who had the most serious injuries.

Just at this moment, starlight sprinkled down from above.

Qixia Yuanjun felt nothing, bathing in the starlight; those starlight attacks containing powerful lethality actually posed no threat to her at all, unable to even break through her protective energy shield.

"Qinghe, is this the Zhou Tian God-Slaughtering Array that took you down?"

Qixia Yuanjun sneered, spreading her five fingers toward the sky and gripping slightly.

"How dare you all sit above me!"

The next moment, starlight fell like rain.

Everywhere, raging flames erupted, as if extraterrestrial meteorites were falling.

The thirty-six Nascent Soul cultivators forming the array only felt the scorching heat unbearable, their flesh and blood constantly dying away.

Those who were decisive abandoned their physical bodies on the spot and escaped their Nascent Souls.

However, that strange golden flame was like a maggot on a tarsal bone, tightly entangling the Nascent Souls.

"Ah!"

"I don't want to die!"

"Ancestor, save me!"

In the Elixir Saint Blessed Land.

A shrill cry escaped.

"Clan Leader!"

It was Ye Ruoli.

She watched helplessly as her clan leader Ye Lingtian, who was the Lingtian City Lord most familiar to Luo Chen, was wrapped in the Nirvana Holy Fire.

Luo Chen shouted coldly in a low voice: "Quiet!"

At this moment, he was panting, his eyes fixed on the outside world.

Unlike the Kuerong Divine Fire, which only targeted the physical body, the Nirvana Holy Fire clearly had powerful attacks on the Nascent Souls and divine souls of cultivators.

This discovery made him inexplicably excited.

It also verified what he had learned and realized in the past.

The Kuerong Divine Fire was essentially a wood-attribute law and contained the Dao of life force that cycles through reincarnation.

Only if the divine soul does not perish can life force persist forever.

But the Nirvana Holy Fire is different; from the beginning, it was aimed at life from death and resurrection from death.

Especially the physical Nirvana and divine soul Nirvana in the Nine Calamities and Three Nirvanas, all of which are wandering and hovering between extreme life and death.

In other words, if Luo Chen mastered the essence of it, he might also be able to use the Nirvana Holy Fire to attack the enemy's divine soul!

As for the encounter of the Lingtian City Lord, who had a fairly good relationship with him in the outside world at this moment, he could only express that he was powerless to help.

A Soul Transformation war was not something for Nascent Soul cultivators to get involved in.

The success against the Qinghe Immortal last time was just an individual case.

The other party had just reached Soul Transformation, and the wood true intent he mastered was restrained to death, which was why they had the record of a complete victory.

But an individual case is an individual case; how can it be completely imitated?

Having entered this game and having this result, it is something everyone should have anticipated.

But!

Anticipation is one thing, and whether one can accept this result is another.

Ancestor Yumings, who had already escaped, had eyes filled with heartache and suddenly turned back.

Those were the backbone of his Mingyuan Sect and the future of the sect!

How could he watch them die in front of him?

He saw him pull his hands.

"Wind, come!"

A gale came from the dark void.

A wisp of ghostly wind rose from the ground.

He even opened his mouth and spat out a wisp of blood wind.

Three winds with different attributes merged into one in the blink of an eye, turning into a strange blood-colored totem.

Looking from afar, it looked like a demon beast, and also like a strange bird.

This strange bird swallowed Ancestor Yumings in one gulp and then rushed toward Qixia Yuanjun.

Facing this existence, Qixia Yuanjun raised her eyebrows.

"The Biao Wind, a desolate beast that held the power of wind in ancient times?"

"What a pity!"

"Even if the Biao Wind Beast were resurrected, it would only be worthy of submitting under this Yuanjun's seat! Let alone just a divine ability of yours!"

Qixia Yuanjun chuckled and met it head-on.

Amidst the golden light, great magic power surged out, with a divine bird spreading its wings.

The monstrous magic power swept through the vast vital energy.

Two majestic figures, making a desperate gamble, were exactly the situation where the brave win when meeting on a narrow road.

Boom!

The Phoenix and the strange bird collided in the most simple and pure way in an instant.

Then, they separated.

The fire grew stronger and stronger, while the wind weakened by three points.

In terms of foundation, Ancestor Yumings was ultimately no match for Qixia Yuanjun.

Just at this moment, above the nine heavens, thunder rumbled.

"Ancestor, help me!"

Ancestor Heize, who was hiding in the dark, slowly appeared, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and pointed a finger above Qixia Yuanjun.

"Rain, fall!"

A torrential rain poured down.

Qixia Yuanjun was in the middle of it, her magic power shield seemingly corroded, starting to hiss and emit white steam.

Not only that, even her speed seemed to be dragged down by the rain curtain, becoming much slower. Just at this moment, a rumbling sound came from the lightning pool.

Lei Daozi held a huge black sword, drawing the lightning that filled the sky, and turned into a flash of lightning that rushed down.

This move was his peak move after inheriting the true intent of the lightning law from the great power Bai Ye.

Even if he achieves the Soul Transformation realm in the future, it would be difficult to perform it.

This is because this move also used the power of the defensive array that the Mingyuan Sect had been operating for three thousand years.

Especially a thousand years ago, the great power Bai Ye added his most proud divine ability "Nine Heavens Puyan Great Thunder Technique" into it, using it to introduce lightning power into it day and night.

Three thousand years of power and a thousand years of accumulated lightning finally turned into that lightning pool, achieving this stunning sword move of Lei Daozi.

It was just a flicker.

When Lei Daozi appeared again, he was within three feet of the red-clothed woman.

The huge black sword pierced into the magic power shield that only a Soul Transformation great power could break with an irresistible force.

Lei Daozi, hidden in the lightning, had a resolute expression, urging his peerless magic power to pierce the magic power shield and kill this demon phoenix.

However, only at this moment did he realize why the Zhou Tian God-Slaughtering Array was ineffective against this person.

"How can such an existence exist in the world?"

Qixia Yuanjun looked at the sword tip pointing at her brow, a look of displeasure appearing on her face.

Fire surged and rose, constantly colliding with the vast lightning.

"Junior, you are courting death!"

"Not enough!" Lei Daozi's face was ferocious, "Still not enough!"

Three thousand years of power!

A thousand years of accumulated lightning!

Still not enough!

And his own cultivation of six hundred years!

As his heart stirred, in his purple mansion, the Nascent Soul at the Great Cultivator realm began to tremble violently and then collapsed instantly.

It turned into the purest magic power and merged into the lightning giant sword.

Pfft!

A crisp sound rang out; the sword tip finally pierced Qixia Yuanjun's magic power shield.

However, that was as far as it went.

The woman flicked her finger at the bright sword tip.

Ding!

A crisp sound rang out, and the sword tip shattered.

This shattering trend continued to spread, and the huge black sword also began to break inch by inch, finally falling on Lei Daozi.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

His physical body was torn apart, his Nascent Soul had long since collapsed, and only a wisp of divine soul drifted between heaven and earth.

"Ancestor, the disciple has done his best."

That wisp of divine soul was wrapped by a raindrop in the blink of an eye, wanting to escape.

However, Qixia Yuanjun raised her eyebrows.

"Heize, you hiding rat, you want to escape!"

She saw her hands raise, and monstrous golden flames permeated out.

Following the rain curtain that filled the sky, she pursued Ancestor Heize in reverse.

During this process, the raindrop wrapping Lei Daozi's divine soul had already turned into steam and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Nascent Soul collapsed, physical body shattered, divine soul scattered.

Zhang Che, the Mingyuan Lei Daozi who once dominated the Eastern Wasteland, completely perished.

Ancestor Yumings, who had turned into the Biao Wind Beast, watched this scene, his heart like dead ashes.

"Qixia Yuanjun, do you really want to kill them all?"

Qixia Yuanjun gave a cold laugh, "If you want to blame someone, blame yourselves for taking the initiative to provoke me; today I want not even a chicken or dog left here!"

"What a 'not even a chicken or dog left'!"

Ancestor Yumings took a deep breath, a look of resolution identical to Lei Daozi's appearing on his face.

"Then let's fight!"

Even if he died, he wouldn't let the other party have it easy.

The Biao Wind Beast, carrying endless gale, rushed toward Qixia Yuanjun.

Both sides launched a great battle once again.

An incalculable amount of vast heaven and earth vital energy was attracted, and both were representatives of speed limits; under the crazy battle, the battlefield range also began to expand uncontrollably.

The vast Mingyuan Holy Land was as vast as eight or nine Yuding Domains.

But under the battle of the two great powerhouses, it was just reached in an instant, like a small beast-fighting arena.

Wherever they passed, it was the arrival of doomsday.

No matter how solid the defensive arrays built by the major forces in the Mingyuan Sect were, at this moment they were just like tofu blocks, shattering at a touch.

Under the scorching flames and violent gales, countless living beings turned into ashes and dissipated with the wind.

During this process, from time to time, the powerful combat forces with deep foundations of the Mingyuan Sect would participate, trying to help the Sect Master Ancestor Yumings.

However, Qixia Yuanjun's strength and barbarism were unreasonable.

No matter what existence it was, as long as it approached her, it would turn into ashes in an instant.

The golden Nirvana Holy Fire turned into a terrifying flame that devoured everything.

However, Luo Chen could no longer see all of this.

This was because long before the Mingyuan Sect Master Ancestor Yumings and Qixia Yuanjun fought head-on, the massive heaven and earth vital energy had destroyed the spiritual eyes Luo Chen had placed outside.

At this moment, he could only wait in the Elixir Saint Blessed Land anxiously and in vain.

He could feel the omnipresence of that golden flame.

Never mind a ten-thousand-mile range!

As long as Qixia Yuanjun had enough magic power, even a hundred thousand, a million, or even ten million miles would be shrouded in a sea of fire.

Only at this moment did he finally understand why the three great ancestors of the Mingyuan Sect cared so much about this Elixir Saint Blessed Land.

This was not only the source of Yanfu Mountain's birth, with hopes of being promoted to a fifth-order spiritual vein in the future.

It was also a shelter!

It could resist heavenly tribulations, avoid earthly disasters, and preserve a glimmer of hope for the Mingyuan Sect under the invasion of powerful foreign enemies.

"So the meaning of the so-called blessed land and cave heaven lies here."

Luo Chen muttered, feeling extremely fortunate.

If he hadn't mastered this place, I'm afraid his fate now would be the same as the Lingtian City Lord and the others!

Dying silently, without a trace.

Although Lei Daozi died miserably, it was at least heroic.

But soon, he realized something was wrong.

The blessed land was connected to the Elixir Saint Hall, and the entrance gate was open!

With Qixia Yuanjun's strength, it was absolutely impossible for her not to notice this place.

Sure enough!

After less than half a day, Luo Chen sensed scorching power approaching.

Pfft!

Inside the blessed land.

A blade of grass burned without fire.

A wisp of golden flame slowly rose.

Luo Chen's expression tightened, and he immediately protected Luo Lingxi and the other behind him.

That golden flame seemed to be contagious; as soon as it invaded the Elixir Saint Blessed Land, it began to spread like a prairie fire.

"This must not happen, otherwise we will have no place to stay."

Luo Chen's heart stirred, and he summoned his own Nirvana Holy Fire.

At this moment, the Nirvana Holy Fire was still weak, but under Luo Chen's magic power stimulation, it formed a ring of fire, surrounding the three of them.

The Nirvana Holy Fire that spread in, upon encountering this ring of fire, seemed to meet its own kind and indeed stopped eroding further.

Seeing this, Luo Chen couldn't help but sigh in relief.

"Sure enough!"

"Since Qixia Yuanjun used me as a lure to find the location of the Qinghe Immortal, she won't have much malice toward me."

"At least, in this battle, she won't hurt me."

Just as Luo Chen was thinking this, a heavy thud suddenly came from the blessed land.

A torrential rain curtain fell, forcing away a place where the Nirvana Holy Fire was burning.

An old figure lay on the ground, life or death unknown.

Luo Chen looked from afar and saw that the old man was holding a token, still having a glimmer of breath.

"It's Ancestor Heize!" Ye Ruoli called out in surprise and was about to rush out to save the ancestor.

However, her footsteps could never move out.

Because Luo Chen's powerful spiritual pressure was suppressing her.

"Elixir Saint Hall Master?"

Ye Ruoli was puzzled, looking at Luo Chen with doubt and anxiety.

Luo Chen shook his head, his eyes like torches fixed on that figure.

Ancestor Heize climbed up with great difficulty, his turbid eyes meeting Luo Chen's, and also fixing on that golden ring of fire. (End of chapter)