Chapter 788: Great Battle on the Deserted Island, Nascent Soul Leaves the Body (Seeking Monthly Votes)

The "Heavenly Sea Token" in Qiu Daoping's hand, besides being able to command all cultivators who joined the "Heavenly Sea Alliance" during wartime, was also a high-grade fourth-grade magic treasure, allowing them to contact each other even from ten thousand miles away.

After taking out the "Heavenly Sea Token," images of several people suddenly appeared in the void; these were all other Nascent Soul cultivators in the "Heavenly Sea Alliance."

Among them, an old man in a green robe with graying long hair was sitting in a cave dwelling, seemingly still in secluded cultivation.

Seeing Qiu Daoping and Feng He, who was entangled by black energy not far away, a hint of doubt appeared on the green-robed old man's face, and he asked Qiu Daoping: "Fellow Daoist Qiu, what is going on?"

Qiu Daoping replied earnestly upon hearing this: "Fellow Daoists, the grudge from five hundred years ago has returned. If you don't want to see the Heavenly Sea Alliance crumble, please come and help me."

"Five hundred years ago, could it be that he is!"

Hearing Qiu Daoping mention the grudge from five hundred years ago, the green-robed old man and several other Nascent Soul Supreme Elders of the "Heavenly Sea Alliance" all showed expressions of surprise, and soon guessed who the Feng He in front of them really was.

After only a moment of hesitation, the green-robed old man in the void began to cast a spell. A moment later, a ray of spiritual light shot out from the void, and a figure walked out from it!

This person looked exactly like the green-robed old man in the void, only with a bit more heroic spirit between his brows, appearing younger.

Seeing the green-robed old man arrive by his side, a hint of joy instantly appeared on Qiu Daoping's face, and his entire demeanor relaxed significantly.

"This is a Demon God's divine sense. He actually invited a Demon God to help him; this is truly tricky."

The green-robed old man who had just appeared felt the powerful aura emanating from Feng He in the distance, and his expression instantly became solemn.

Qiu Daoping replied calmly upon hearing this: "Fellow Daoist Yuan, rest assured. He only used his own essence blood just now, so the Demon God's divine sense he invited shouldn't be much, and he won't be able to hold on for too long."

"Fellow Daoist Yun and the others are not far from here. As long as you help me hold on until the reinforcements arrive, he will naturally know when to retreat."

"Your Qingyang Sect also had a part in the events of that year, so please keep that in mind, Fellow Daoist Yuan."

"If anything happens to me today, Falling Maple Valley will definitely fall into his hands, and perhaps the Heavenly Sea Alliance might cease to exist in the future."

The green-robed old man nodded slightly while looking ahead with a solemn expression: "Fellow Daoist Qiu, I know this even if you don't say it, otherwise I wouldn't have cast a spell to come here first."

"Even without the past grudges between you, since we have seen someone inviting a Demon God from the upper realm today, it is also our duty to eliminate demons and defend the Dao."

"Brother Yuan is right. When we formed the alliance, we had long since sworn to advance and retreat together. No matter who this person is, how can we sit idly by when he dares to attack a cultivator of the Heavenly Sea Alliance?"

"Rest assured, two Fellow Daoists, we will come to support you!"

While Qiu Daoping and the green-robed old man were talking, the other virtual images in mid-air also nodded, and then these people's figures disappeared directly into the void.

Seeing this, the expression on Fellow Daoist Qiu's face became more stable.

Now that reinforcements were on the way, and the green-robed old man who had broken through the void to arrive by his side was also a Nascent Soul cultivator like him, the two combined were not inferior to Feng He in terms of momentum.

Even if they couldn't kill the opponent, at least they shouldn't be in any danger. As long as they waited for other Nascent Soul cultivators to arrive, even with the blessing of the Demon God's divine sense, Feng He would not be able to defeat them.

After those virtual images disappeared, the green-robed old man turned his head to look at Feng He, who was still accumulating power in mid-air, his eyes revealing a hint of regret.

"Fellow Daoist Feng, you and I had some friendship back then. I didn't expect that after many years, you would go to this extent for revenge. It's truly a twist of fate!"

Facing this suddenly appearing green-robed old man, Feng He frowned slightly and sighed softly: "Since you remember the friendship of that year, you shouldn't have come here to interfere in this matter."

"I returned this time only to settle the grudge with him, and I have no intention of reminiscing with you people. If Brother Yuan can leave on your own now, I can promise you that I won't trouble your Qingyang Sect in the future."

"To be honest, the way things turned out back then, we did indeed go too far. It is understandable that you have returned for revenge today."

"However, Falling Maple Valley has now joined the Heavenly Sea Alliance and is of one mind with us. Your attack on Fellow Daoist Qiu means declaring war on the entire Heavenly Sea Alliance."

"With me here today, you will not have a chance to succeed. I advise you to take a step back. Otherwise, when other Fellow Daoists arrive here, it won't be so easy for you to leave."

Hearing the green-robed old man's persuasion, Feng He shook his head with a smile: "Hahaha, five hundred years have passed, and Brother Yuan's tone has really grown bigger!"

"After carefully planning for hundreds of years, I have finally waited for today. No one can make me take a step back."

"Not to mention that what came is only one of your incarnations, even if your main body came in person, you wouldn't be able to protect him today."

"Qiu Daoping, it's time for you to pay with your life!"

After Feng He finished speaking, the spiritual light on his body suddenly lit up, and the black long spear in his hand directly transformed into a size of several dozen zhang, rushing toward Qiu Daoping's position with overwhelming momentum.

Qiu Daoping and the green-robed old man frowned upon seeing this, and each took out their own magic treasures to protect themselves, forming a powerful shield.

With a loud "Boom!", the entire canyon began to shake violently, as if hit by a tsunami or earthquake, causing the entire island to sway a few times.

Feng He, who had strengthened his own strength by inviting the Demon God, now had his cultivation increased several times, nearly approaching the seventh level of Nascent Soul.

Before his possession, Feng He himself was a powerhouse whose strength was not inferior to the late stage of Nascent Soul. Now that he had recovered his cultivation, the fighting strength he displayed was also on par with late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.

However, his opponent, Qiu Daoping, who was at the fifth level of Nascent Soul, was also an old-school Nascent Soul cultivator who had formed his Nascent Soul many years ago, and his fighting strength was not weak among Nascent Soul cultivators.

The other green-robed old man, although slightly weaker in cultivation at only the fourth level of Nascent Soul, was an external incarnation of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, and the strength he displayed was not much worse than Qiu Daoping's.

All three were Nascent Soul-level cultivators, and with two "fourth-grade puppet beasts" fighting nearby, the great battle in the canyon was earth-shattering.

"Is this the battle between Nascent Soul cultivators? It's so astonishing. I don't know if Senior Feng can successfully kill this person and avenge himself."

Standing in an array outside the canyon, Song Yuanli, who had just formed his Golden Core not long ago, couldn't help but show a hint of surprise on his face after feeling the huge movement below.

Compared to the nervousness on Song Yuanli's face, Song Qingming and Ye Linyuan, who were also staring at the battlefield in the canyon through the array, were much calmer and showed no panic.

Both of them were late-stage Golden Core cultivators who had formed their cores for many years. Although their own cultivation was still a long way from Nascent Soul cultivators, they had a certain understanding of the strength of Nascent Soul cultivators.

Although they knew before that Feng He was very persistent about revenge in his heart, seeing Feng He willing to sacrifice himself to invite a Demon God from the upper realm to help him, Song Qingming still felt a bit shocked.

Feng He's remaining lifespan after possession and re-cultivation was far less than other people who broke through to Nascent Soul normally. Now, to invite the Demon God, he had lost a large amount of his own essence blood and damaged his lifespan. I'm afraid it will be difficult for his cultivation to advance further in the future.

Even if he could successfully kill Qiu Daoping and avenge himself, for Feng He, this was a case of "killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred."

As someone who had dealt with Feng He for many years, Song Qingming didn't expect that he would disregard his own Dao path entirely for the sake of revenge.

Seeing Feng He fighting Qiu Daoping and the green-robed old man, two Nascent Soul cultivators, below, Song Qingming and the others were a bit worried, but their cultivation was still insufficient, so they couldn't easily intervene in this level of battle.

According to Feng He's prior instructions, their main task was to look after the several large arrays outside the canyon.

While using the arrays to block Qiu Daoping's retreat, they also had to help Feng He block the reinforcements that might appear outside, not letting them easily intervene in the fight inside, and striving to win more time for Feng He to kill his opponent.

The deserted island where they were located was not far from "Wind Thunder Island," and the Golden Core cultivators of "Falling Maple Valley" must still be nearby. Although they had been prepared for a long time, Song Qingming couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy.

Qiu Daoping's cultivation was not low, and with the sudden appearance of a green-robed old man who was also at the Nascent Soul stage, if Feng He couldn't take down the opponent in a short time, the situation would be hard to say once the opponent waited for strong reinforcements.

After the battle in the canyon began, both sides went all out from the start, fighting very fiercely, which made Song Qingming and the others feel hot-blooded.

Knowing that the opponent had sent a message for help and that his own time was running out, Feng He attacked with all his might from the beginning, without any thought of leaving himself a way out, firmly suppressing the joint efforts of Qiu Daoping and the green-robed old man, two mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.

However, in the battle between Nascent Soul-level cultivators, although it was not difficult to distinguish victory or defeat, it was not so easy to kill the opponent.

Facing Feng He, who was eager to end the battle, the shrewd old man in the green robe and Qiu Daoping quickly realized his intentions and chose to defend rather than attack, focusing entirely on stalling for time until reinforcements arrived.

Seeing that he couldn't take down the opponent for a while, Feng He raised the black long spear in his hand and spat out another mouthful of essence blood, which merged into the long spear, causing the weapon's black light to soar and its momentum to become even stronger.

"Come again!" After the momentum of the long spear in his hand soared, Feng He gave a light shout, and his whole person disappeared into mid-air. The next moment, he appeared in front of Qiu Daoping and stabbed his chest directly with the spear.

Facing this sudden and fierce strike from Feng He, Qiu Daoping couldn't dodge in time and could only control a circular jade ring magic treasure in front of him to resist hard.

The result was a crisp sound; this high-grade defensive magic treasure, which had followed Qiu Wuxin for many years, was directly pierced by Feng He's strike and was destroyed on the spot.

Seeing this astonishing scene, a look of surprise appeared on Qiu Daoping's face, and he was so scared that he retreated repeatedly.

Fortunately, the green-robed old man appeared in time, blocking Feng He's attack with a shield formed by a golden pagoda in front of Qiu Daoping, preventing him from suffering heavy injuries.

Although Feng He's strike failed to kill the opponent, it destroyed Qiu Daoping's strongest defensive means, greatly weakening his defensive ability and making it difficult for him to fend off the opponent's full-force attacks. Before long, several wounds appeared on his body.

Fortunately, the green-robed old man had been fully supporting him from the side, sharing a lot of pressure for Qiu Daoping, which allowed him to escape several fatal strikes from Feng He.

Facing Feng He, whose strength had risen again, Qiu Daoping and the green-robed old man were thrown into a flurry, and they could only grit their teeth and push their magic power to the maximum limit to barely stabilize the situation and not be defeated quickly.

Seeing that they were having difficulty supporting themselves against Feng He's full-force attack, the green-robed old man said to Qiu Daoping beside him with an ugly expression:

"Fellow Daoist Qiu, he has the blessing of the Demon God's divine sense here. It's difficult for us to win in a great battle. We must find a way to break out and change places, otherwise, the situation might be unfavorable for us."

Facing the green-robed old man's suggestion, Qiu Daoping showed a bitter smile and replied:

"I naturally know what Fellow Daoist Yuan said, but I was already calculated by him before, and I was contaminated by the Demon God's divine sense and couldn't get away, otherwise I wouldn't have asked for help from you."

Hearing Qiu Daoping's answer, the green-robed old man also noticed the trace of black energy contaminated on his body, and his face showed a hint of solemnity.

On the frontal battlefield, the two of them were already at an absolute disadvantage, and on the other battlefield, the battle between the two "fourth-grade puppet beasts" was equally grim.

Although the "White-Scaled Phantom Cloud Python" summoned by Qiu Daoping and Feng He's white giant bird were both fourth-grade "puppet beasts," the "White-Scaled Phantom Cloud Python" quickly fell into a disadvantage shortly after the battle began.

Feng He seemed to know the "White-Scaled Phantom Cloud Python" very well, and the magical means of the white giant bird he refined were very restraining to the opponent. At this moment, it had already beaten the "White-Scaled Phantom Cloud Python" to the point of having no power to fight back.

Seeing that Feng He had already gained an absolute advantage on the battlefield below, and that defeating the opponent was only a matter of time, Song Qingming and the three felt a little relieved.

Just as Fellow Daoist Qiu and the green-robed old man were facing great pressure from Feng He, several streaks of light of different colors were rapidly rushing toward this side in the mid-air outside the deserted island. It was the several Golden Core elders of "Falling Maple Valley" who had received the summoning order.

"Not good! It's the people from Falling Maple Valley."

Seeing these people appear, Song Qingming, who had seen them before, quickly recognized them and hurriedly reminded Ye Linyuan and Song Yuanli beside him.

The four yellow-clothed men who were on their way were not far from this deserted island. After receiving Qiu Daoping's message, they didn't dare to delay for a moment and quickly rushed toward the deserted island.

Just as they approached the deserted island, the four yellow-clothed men of "Falling Maple Valley" immediately discovered the violent movement on the island. Even separated by several arrays, they clearly felt the powerful pressure brought by the Nascent Soul battle in the canyon.

"This is... Not good, someone is fighting with the Ancestor."

After discovering that the situation on the island was wrong, the four yellow-clothed men hurriedly accelerated their speed and approached the canyon, soon discovering the two arrays covering it.

"The Ancestor should be below. Junior Brother Lin, hurry and see how to break the array!" The leader of the four, a late-stage Golden Core cultivator, immediately asked a formation master beside him.

However, before they could even start trying to break the array, two figures flew out from the array and flew toward their position to block them.

It was Song Qingming and Ye Linyuan, who had been prepared on the side.

"Who are you people? Why are you ambushing us?"

Hearing the other party's inquiry, Ye Linyuan replied calmly: "Accepting money to eliminate disasters, who we are is not important. You just need to know that this road is blocked."

"Hmph! How dare you speak to us in Falling Maple Valley like this, truly arrogant to the extreme."

Seeing someone blocking them, the four from "Falling Maple Valley" didn't think much and drove their magic treasures to kill toward the position of Song Qingming and the two.

Seeing the opponent attacking, Song Qingming and Ye Linyuan didn't rush, each took out an array flag, and jointly cast spells to gather the spiritual power above the array flags into one place, directly summoning a majestic green flood dragon from it.

When this green flood dragon was summoned, the pressure it emitted was no less than that of a peak Golden Core cultivator. As soon as it appeared, it directly greeted the position of the four from "Falling Maple Valley."

Because the Sect Master Luo Liangshan was not there, the highest cultivation among the four from "Falling Maple Valley" who came was only at the seventh level of Golden Core, and the other three were early and mid-stage Golden Core cultivators.

Under the joint efforts of the four, facing the green flood dragon controlled by Song Qingming and Ye Linyuan, they were unable to break through the opponent's obstruction for a while, making it difficult to approach the array above the canyon.

The array flag controlling the green flood dragon was a fourth-grade magic tool with special magical powers, which Feng He had handed to Song Qingming and Ye Linyuan in advance to prevent any reinforcements from the opponent.

The two joined forces to cast spells and could summon a peak Golden Core monster's spirit. Plus, Song Qingming and Ye Linyuan themselves were late-stage Golden Core cultivators, so they could block the joint efforts of six or seven Golden Core cultivators from "Falling Maple Valley" at the same time.

But because Luo Liangshan and the others were not there, and only the four yellow-clothed men with relatively average strength came, Song Qingming and Ye Linyuan didn't spend much effort to block them all.

Although they successfully blocked these people, Song Qingming and Ye Linyuan didn't look too relaxed and were still staring at the surroundings to prevent enemy reinforcements that might appear at any time.

When Song Qingming and the others started fighting, the battlefield in the canyon below had also reached a very critical moment.

Facing Feng He's almost desperate suppression, Fellow Daoist Qiu and the green-robed old man gradually couldn't support themselves, especially Qiu Daoping, who was targeted by Feng He, was already covered in wounds, and his arm had been cut off by Feng He.

Originally, seeing the fight above, they thought reinforcements had arrived, but they didn't expect that the four yellow-clothed men who came to support couldn't even get close to the canyon.

At this point, Qiu Daoping knew that it would be difficult for him to retreat unscathed today. Seeing Feng He stabbing him again, Qiu Daoping, who couldn't dodge, had to take out the last high-grade talisman on his body to resist.

After barely blocking Feng He's full-force strike, Qiu Daoping suddenly patted his forehead, and then a red light flashed, and a three-inch-tall red baby jumped out from above his head.

After this red baby appeared, it glared fiercely at Feng He not far away, then directly picked up the storage artifact in front of Qiu Daoping and turned into a red streak of light to escape outside the canyon.

The escaping red baby was Qiu Daoping's natal Nascent Soul. After just leaving the physical body, its speed was extremely fast, much faster than ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators controlling flying boat magic treasures.

After a Nascent Soul cultivator forms a Nascent Soul in the body, they can control the Nascent Soul to leave the physical body and act independently. Even if the physical body is destroyed in the future, as long as the Nascent Soul is intact, they can reshape the physical body through some unique means.

However, reshaping the physical body is extremely troublesome and requires very expensive materials. If ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators are not forced by the situation, they will not easily give up their physical body.

Moreover, once the Nascent Soul leaves the body, besides the increase in speed, the cultivator's own magical powers will immediately drop by more than half.

Once encountered by a master's pursuit and blockade during this period, the Nascent Soul that has lost its physical body will be more likely to fall.

Seeing that reinforcements had not arrived, Qiu Daoping knew that if he continued to fight like this, he would likely really fall here, so he went all out and directly gave up his physical body.

His physical body was only contaminated by a trace of the Demon God's divine sense, and his natal Nascent Soul was not affected. As long as the green-robed old man could help him hold Feng He for a moment, he could break the array above and escape from here.

Regardless of his future Dao path, as long as his Nascent Soul could successfully escape, at least he would have a chance to reshape his physical body. But if he were captured by Feng He, his only outcome would be death.

"Nascent Soul leaving the body, haha, do you think you can escape by voluntarily giving up your physical body?"

Seeing the red baby escaping outside the canyon, Feng He smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth and immediately turned into a black light to chase after it. Its speed was not much slower than Qiu Daoping's Nascent Soul.

However, just as Feng He started to move, the green-robed old man immediately held a green bamboo magic treasure, flashed forward, and blocked Feng He.

"Brother Yuan, please help me hold him for a while. No matter what you need in the future, I will definitely find a way to repay you!"

Facing Qiu Daoping's instructions, although the green-robed old man didn't respond, the green bamboo magic treasure in his hand had already flashed with a powerful spiritual light, instantly turning into a giant net to block Feng He's path.

"Fellow Daoist Feng, let's end it here!"

"Hehe...! I said it, he must die today, no one can keep his life!"