A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

Under Huang Liang Lingjun's loud instructions, the human race knew that the two races were going to join forces to deal with the spiritual race first. Although I was a little surprised, the people who came here were not ordinary monks and body refiners, so they naturally wouldn't object to anything.

Immediately, the demonic aura over there surged, and a large group of ferocious-looking demonic beasts and more than a dozen transformed demonic cultivators appeared one after another.

On the human side, various magic weapons and spiritual tools were sacrificed one after another, and the spiritual energy soared into the sky, turning into pieces of light.

The woman in green skirt and Huang Shigong opposite saw the young man named Huan whispering to Huang Liang Lingjun, and they felt something bad. Now that they saw this posture again, they didn't know that the two races of humans and monsters had joined forces.

The two looked at each other with gloomy expressions, and suddenly walked back without saying a word.

The wooden birds and giant stone men behind them also rumbled and quickly retreated towards the mouth of the valley.

The Spirit Tribe actually seemed to be retreating without a fight.

At this moment, the people of both the human and demon tribes were naturally startled, but they immediately thought that the spirit tribe must have seen the overwhelming force and was ready to escape.

Immediately with a boost in morale, the evil spirit Xiaguang chased after them without hesitation, rolling up and smashing the hundreds of wood and stone puppets that were escaping behind them. In the blink of an eye, some of the human monsters had already rushed into the mouth of the valley.

There was really no resistance at all!

When the young man named Huan and Lord Desolate Ling saw this, they couldn't help but show a hint of surprise.

They had all personally fought against the Spirit Tribe back then, and were deeply impressed by the Spirit Tribe's toughness.

It's not normal for the two spirit tribes in front of them to retreat like this. .

"No, tell them to stop quickly. Something is wrong!" The young man named Huan's face darkened, and he turned to Huang Liang Lingjun and said quickly.

"There is indeed a problem!" Huang Liang Lingjun nodded, took a deep breath, and then let out a long roar to call back the people in front.

But at this moment, directly above the entrance of the valley, a bloody light appeared strangely. Then there were thunderous sounds, condensing into a blood lotus that was dozens of feet long.

The lotus petals are as red as blood, and the blood is so strong that they are spinning rapidly in mid-air.

"No, it's Xutian Xuanling!"

When the boy named Huan saw the blood lotus, he immediately lost his voice.

Although Huang Liang Lingjun had never seen this blood lotus, he had naturally heard of the names of the eight mysterious spirits of the Qi Ling Clan and was equally shocked.

But before the two of them could come to the rescue, the bloody lotus suddenly turned into a river of blood that splashed into the sky and rushed down from the sky.

Wherever the bloody water passed, all human beings and monsters were destroyed in a rush, turning into streams of blue smoke and disappearing without a trace.

No matter the protective demonic energy or the defensive magic weapon, they can't resist this blood water in the slightest.

In the blink of an eye, only a small half of the human and demon clans remained who had not rushed into the valley. The people who were lucky enough to survive all turned pale and looked at the blood as if they were poisonous scorpions. Before Huang Liang Lingjun could say hello, they all shot backwards and ran away.

After devouring so many human beings, the river of blood seemed to still be dissatisfied. It rushed out of the valley mouth and chased after the fleeing human beings.

At this time, the young man surnamed Huan and Huang Liang Lingjun could not sit idly by and take action together in anger.

The young man opened his mouth, and a gray demonic wind rushed out. After rolling, it turned into a set of gray wind dragons and rushed straight into the blood river.

Huang Liang Lingjun snorted coldly, shook his sleeves, and suddenly a golden Bagua mirror appeared on his chest. He made a seal with his hands, and after a "puff" sound, a golden beam of light as thick as the mouth of a bowl spurted out.

There was a loud "rumbling" sound!

The wind dragon and the light beam hit the front of the blood river head-on, making an astonishing explosion sound, and finally blocked the momentum of the blood water, making it unable to move forward.

"Haha, I didn't expect to meet people of the same level as you two in such a remote place. Xu is really disrespectful."

The blood river flowed back and suddenly condensed into a bloody lotus. The figure flashed, and a man from the Spirit Tribe wearing a soapy green robe stood on top of him, his eyes extremely sharp.

It was Xu Tian from the Qi Ling Clan.

Upon seeing that the other party had withdrawn his magic, the young man named Huan and Xutian looked at each other and temporarily withdrawn their magical powers.

Suddenly the gray wind and the golden light pillar disappeared. But the expressions the two of them looked at Xu Tian were not very good-looking.

"Xu Tian, ​​as a Xuan Ling, you dare to attack this junior like this, aren't you afraid that we will do the same to your Spirit Clan?" Lingjun Huangliang glanced at him and saw that only a hundred people from the human race were left. The rest of the people fled back sparsely, even missing the two Nascent Soul monks who followed him out, and they couldn't help but yelled angrily.

"There are only some existences below the Nascent Soul, if they are killed, they will be killed. Could it be that your human race will launch a war against your own race because of these trivial matters? Besides, the two people before, didn't they also intend to use the big to bully the small?" Xu Tian said Not caring.

At the same time, a spiritual light flashed behind him, and other villains appeared one after another, including Tie Ren, Hua Guang and others.

Seeing so many people from the Spirit Clan, the young man named Huan and Lingjun Hualiang were also secretly surprised, and couldn't help but begin to estimate their chances of winning after taking action.

After a while, the two of them felt relieved.

Although they had lost a lot of manpower not long ago, the two races still had a slight advantage after joining forces.

Huang Liang Lingjun sneered and wanted to say something. The young man beside him rolled his eyes, then his expression changed and he shouted:

"No, there are no members of the Water Tribe among the Five Elements Spirit Tribe. They are stalling for time."

After hearing what the young man named Huan said, Huang Liang Lingjun suddenly came to his senses.

The livid-faced man waved his hand, and with a flash of light on his chest, golden beams of light spurted out again. The boy with the surname Huan naturally cast a spell in the same way, and released the evil wind again.

As for the other demon cultivators behind them, the human race, led by the young woman in palace attire, the Lord of Blue City, and others, also attacked the other side.

The Spirit Race on the other side was not afraid either.

Under the criss-crossing fire and sword energy, the stone men and green wooden birds also poured out of the valley again.

The wooden bird waved its wings, and dense green arrows shot out. The giant stone man raised his hands, and yellow balls of light as large as water tanks still hit the opposite side.

Suddenly the two sides were fighting fiercely.

At this time, the blood lotus on the opposite side once again turned into a thick river of blood, shooting straight into the sky.

Hualiang Lingjun and the boy with the surname Huan also flew into the air, using their magical powers to follow closely.

In terms of cultivation level, the three of them are almost the same.

However, Xu Tian, ​​as a Xuan Ling, had not known how many thousands of years the Zao Ling World had existed. In terms of fighting experience and magical power, he was more than a step ahead of the two Hualiang Lingjuns.

In a one-on-one situation, the human and the demon will definitely lose.

But these two people knew this very well, so they had an unusually tacit understanding of the attack together. Together they managed to gain the slightest advantage over Xutian.

For a time, rivers of blood, gray wind, and golden light were intertwined in the sky, while underground there were sounds of explosions, fire, glow, and rumbling sounds.

A blue rainbow flashed, and a huge lightsaber emerged. With one slash, more than a dozen huge stone men blocking the way were all destroyed in the blue light.

On the side of the Spirit Tribe, flames lit up, and a big red hand appeared, grabbing at the human demon. Immediately, several monks were unable to dodge and were caught tightly and turned into ashes in the big red hands.

When one person from the human race saw this, he was furious. he

With both hands making a seal, his body grew wildly, turning into a giant more than ten feet tall. He waved a pair of dark and shiny iron fists and punched the opponent fiercely.

It was the big man surnamed Jin, who was a top-level body refiner, who used the secret body refinement technique, transformed his body into a huge body, and attacked without hesitation.

Several black python-like fist winds surged out from the fists. Wherever the fist winds passed, a shrill sound broke through the air. Both the spirit race and the wood and stone puppets had to retreat three points and did not dare to take any force. .

But the same loud shout came from the Spirit Race, and a silver figure suddenly swelled and became larger.

A silver figure, one size larger than the black giant, appeared on the Eldar side.

It was the man from the Golden Spirit Clan named Iron Blade.

The ground trembled for a few times, and the silver figures strode over and rushed to the black giant. Two huge silver fists punched out wildly.

Not to be outdone, the black giant also punched at him.

The sound of "bang bang" thunder suddenly sounded loudly. When the two tribes of humans and monsters who were a little closer heard this sound, their ears were ringing, and they were horrified and moved away from the place where the two giants were fighting.

At this time, the other spiritual tribes and high-level demon cultivators also showed their magical powers.

Suddenly, a black fire phoenix flew out from the group of monster beasts, and with a roll of black flames, more than a hundred wooden birds in the air were reduced to ashes.

Then the black phoenix's figure flickered and suddenly disappeared in the void. But the next moment, with a phoenix cry, the phoenix appeared at the entrance of the Chaos Valley. The black flames rolled down and turned into a young woman in palace clothes.

The god-transforming demon cultivator of the Black Phoenix Clan, without even looking back, immediately escaped into the valley with a flash of black light.

"Not good!" City Lord Lan was very anxious when he saw this scene.

He took a deep breath, and the seven blue flying swords hovering in front of him suddenly aimed at the group of stone men entangled in him and slashed out hundreds of sword energy without any hesitation. He also forcibly carved out a passage, which also turned into a blue rainbow and shot into the Chaos Valley.

The other seven or eight people from the nearby human and demon tribes discovered this opportunity and also took the opportunity to follow each other into the valley by driving the light escapers.

The last person to enter the valley was a young man wrapped in a red light, who turned out to be Han Li.

For some reason, he, who originally had no magic power, actually used the thick fire spirit energy to escape into the valley mouth very quickly. It was as if all his magic power had been restored.

As soon as Han Li entered the valley, he immediately discovered why this valley was called the Valley of Chaos.

The sky, the ground, and the mountain walls in the valley are all gray in color, as if there is a layer of gray veil that cannot be wiped off covering the entire valley.

Han Li Dunguang suddenly stopped.

He looked at the few human monks and monster people in front of him who were flying towards the depths of ancient China. He narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly made a seal with his hands, opened his mouth, and a ball of silver fire spewed out.

A clear chirping sound came from the fireball, and after a "pop" sound, the flames turned into a flamingo about a foot long, circling and flying around Han Li.

(Haha, I wish all book friends a happy Dragon Boat Festival!)