Chapter 702

It's not that Feng Chutang has any prejudice against Chuhe, but that they have been in the Azure Void for so long, and they know each other well. A sudden abnormal change, the possibility of sudden enlightenment is not great, but inner demons are very likely, and even being taken over by inner demons, or the inside of the primordial spirit being replaced, is not something that hasn't happened.

Little Wei Yuan also felt strange, but he was the Lord of the Realm and had checked True Person Chuhe with the power of the realm, and indeed found no abnormalities, so he could only judge that the old Daoist had deep good fortune and had a strange encounter.

The two discussed for a while and determined that there was no problem with Chuhe, so they were relieved.

For the Whip of the North, there was no information at all at this time, so they could only find opportunities to hunt and kill as the war deepened.

Just when Feng Chutang was about to say goodbye, both of them changed color and felt a huge, terrifying thought sweep over.

This thought was cold and fierce, sweeping the entire northern mountain gate like a storm, and then someone snorted in the void, heaven and earth changed because of it, and a part of that thought solidified instantly!

Then a storm that seemed to carry the entire galaxy rose into the sky and collided head-on with the huge thought rolling from the north!

Little Wei Yuan only felt a buzz in his ears, and then he couldn't hear anything, and couldn't see anything. The world seemed to be separated from him at this moment and kicked him out.

Fortunately, perception recovered quickly, but Little Wei Yuan felt indescribably uncomfortable from the inside out. He looked around and found Feng Chutang holding the table, blood lines flowing from his ears and nose, his face pale.

Little Wei Yuan hurriedly went over to support him, but the Dao power inside his body was like a tide, rising and falling, making him unable to even control the strength of his attack.

Little Wei Yuan then realized that this was not his own problem, but that the surrounding heaven and earth Dao was changing and twisting violently, causing his Dao power to lose control.

Little Wei Yuan didn't dare to use Daoist techniques at this time. He didn't know what the consequences would be if he used any Daoist techniques now, so he could only support Feng Chutang to sit down and rely on his own Dharma body to carry it hard.

He was shocked in his heart. This was the first time he directly felt the terror of the battle between immortals. This couldn't even be called a ripple; just the impact on the heaven and earth Dao was enough to injure him. Feng Chutang's Dharma body was weaker, and he was already seriously injured.

The storm did not last long. After a fierce collision, the terrifying will rolling from the north finally retreated slowly, leaving behind a small part that was completely solidified, and the northern mountain gate returned to peace.

"Did the Patriarch win?" Little Wei Yuan asked.

Feng Chutang shook his head and said: "I can't explain it clearly either. However, the Patriarch has the blessing of the northern mountain gate, as long as the strength is equal, he will definitely win."

Little Wei Yuan suddenly turned his head and looked north.

In his spiritual sense, a strong light came from the extreme northern horizon, turned into a meteor, fell on the earth, and immediately caused the heaven and earth to vibrate and the Heavenly Dao to change. Little Wei Yuan's spiritual sense field of vision became infinitely far instantly, so he saw a broken ancient monument descend from the sky and stand on the earth!

The ancient monument landed, the laws of heaven and earth changed, and the endless wind and sand turned into a dusty yellow storm, rushing in all directions. The storm became higher and higher, more and more fierce, and finally became hundreds of zhang, pressing towards the northern mountain gate like a mountain.

From the center of the northern mountain gate, three large and one small four stars rose, standing in the sky, turning the noon sky into night, and the cold starlight sprinkled, illuminating ten thousand miles of territory.

Under the illumination of the starlight, the yellow sand storm dissolved layer by layer. When they moved to less than a hundred miles away from the town city where Little Wei Yuan was, they finally collapsed and turned into a violent wind with dust, sweeping the earth. Although this wind was fierce, it was already a mortal wind and had no harm.

At this time, Seeing Ji Liuli, Feng Tingyu, and Sun Yu appeared beside Little Wei Yuan and looked north together. It was not just Little Wei Yuan; Dharma Form cultivators like Feng Chutang and Seeing Ji Liuli also saw the ancient monument thousands of miles away.

Feng Chutang's face suddenly changed and he said: "This is the Left Xianwang's life-bound immortal treasure, the Dingyue Monument! Isn't the Left Xianwang fighting a great battle with the Silver Moon Khan? How could his life-bound immortal treasure be sent here suddenly?"

Seeing Ji Liuli also said: "The Dingyue Monument can change heaven and earth, significantly increase the power of wind and earth, and exclude other five-element attributes. The Liao race within its range will be blessed and their strength will greatly increase. This kind of war weapon, he doesn't use it on the Silver Moon Khan's side, why send it here?"

"Silver Moon Khan, isn't that also the Liao race?" Little Wei Yuan asked.

Feng Chutang then explained that the Silver Moon Khan has mysterious dragon power and can borrow the power of the moon, which is the power of Taiyin. His blessing to the warriors is obviously beyond other Liao races, and the strength of the warriors blessed by him can increase by double. Previously on the battlefield, the northern mountain gate suffered a lot.

So to deal with the Silver Moon Khan, one must break his blessing to the warriors, so the Dingyue Monument is a supreme weapon.

After listening to the explanation, Little Wei Yuan suddenly felt something in his heart and said: "The Liao race is going to attack with all their strength!"

The Left Xianwang stood his life-bound immortal treasure in this place to offset the geographical blessing of the northern mountain gate. Next, he must mobilize the army and attack with all his strength.

Little Wei Yuan reminded, and the cultivators also thought of this layer, their faces changed slightly, but they were not panicked. Everyone was experienced in battle and had seen bigger scenes, so they would not be surprised before the battle.

Little Wei Yuan wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and smiled: "The Left Xianwang attacked the northern mountain gate hard and even set up a life-bound immortal treasure. He is simply crazy, as if someone ate his capital for becoming an immortal."

The cultivators laughed loudly, and after laughing twice, they were all silent, and then stared at Feng Chutang together.

Feng Chutang didn't laugh from the beginning.

Three thousand miles north, a giant pterosaur that was ferocious and terrifying landed, spraying two nasal breaths containing sand and fire from its nostrils. A Liao army general jumped off the dragon's back. He was two heads taller than the rest of the Liao race, extremely robust, his eyes glaring like electricity, and his equipment was even more brilliant.

He walked to the ten-zhang-high ancient monument, saluted respectfully, and then took out an ancient seal from his arms and pressed it on the stone monument. The seal stone sank, and the ancient monument changed instantly, turning into a magnificent hall dozens of zhang high.

The Liao general walked into the hall, and saw a high chair placed in the center of the hall, with four chairs on each side, one of which was glowing, summoning him.

He went over and sat down immediately, and felt endless terrifying power pouring into his body, roughly tearing his original body, and then generating a new one. He roared in extreme pain, two fangs slowly extended from his mouth, and several thick bone spurs protruded from his shoulders and back, and his aura also became violent and wild.

Another Liao general walked into the hall. His gaze fell on the previous general, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes, but it was hidden immediately. He sat on the outermost seat opposite, and then also began to scream in pain, bearing the immortal power infusion that exceeded the limit.

In a short while, four Liao generals walked into the hall one after another. Their seats had been determined, and they each received different immortal power infusions.

Then a Liao woman walked into the hall. She had a pair of dark silver pupils, and her long hair was also dark silver, braided into countless small braids.

She had two short knives stuck in her waist, and the black and silver scabbards were painted with Northern Liao ancient mythological legends, reaching the peak of magnificence. There were also points of silver flames penetrating from the scabbard, falling on the ground, and not extinguishing for a long time, drawing a path burning with silver fire behind her.

Her gaze swept over the four generals in the hall, expressionless, and she sat directly on the central main seat. But after sitting down, her expression was as usual, and there was no immortal power infusion.

She sat lazily, leaning on the back of the chair, supporting her head with one hand, her legs spread wide, just looking at the door of the hall. After waiting for a while, she finally became a bit impatient and said: "Where is the Whip of the North? Why hasn't he arrived yet?"

A tall figure appeared at the hall door. The light outside the hall made his face dark, and his expression could not be seen clearly. His voice was low, saying: "I have already arrived, but I dare not accept the Left Xianwang's gift, so I will just stand at the door."

The Liao woman said: "Do you still think you have a chance to ascend to immortality? If you don't accept the Great King's gift, you won't be able to pass the killing tribulation in front of you."

The Liao person still stood motionless, saying: "Even if I can't pass, that is because my strength is insufficient, and I can't blame others."

Murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the woman on the high seat, and she said coldly: "The Great King specifically told me to remind you that the killing tribulation is at hand. Now I have reminded you, but you are looking for death yourself, so don't blame me."

(End of chapter)