Become a Fairy

(I never thought it would be so long. Every chapter breaks the previous record. Thanks to the book friends who have supported me along the way.)

In the past few days, Mochizuki and Nanhuang, the two major realms of cultivating immortals, or the frequency of actions of the ghost clan has been much lower than in the past, but everyone knows that this is just the calm before the storm. Both sides are licking their wounds, trying to Give the opponent a fatal blow.

Lu Xiaotian was about to refine the Nirvana Sword Youlan in his hand into a sword bead, turning it into a sword embryo. It's just that before Lu Xiaotian started, a huge battle token broke into the house.

Lu Xiaotian stretched out his finger and flicked, a ray of mana bounced into the battle character token, and the token turned into a raging fire and burned.

When the war order comes, whether it is Mochizuki or the monks of Nanhuang, they will participate in this epic battle between the human race and the ghost race.

"Thousand-year catastrophe, even a thousand years, it is rare to encounter such an unrivaled catastrophe." Lu Xiaotian muttered, thinking of the thousand-year catastrophe of the Jushi clan, if he felt something, the silver hair behind him moved without wind, and a fighting spirit rose into the sky.

The morale of the two armies is particularly high when they are at war. Although Lu Xiaotian has always been low-key, but every time of war, he will not hide his aura. Only a strong aura can make the monks under his command muster greater courage. There is a saying in the secular world, which can also be used among cultivators of immortals, one raging soldier, one raging general.

The flying warship that has not been used for a long time, the flying kite warship slowly rises into the sky, with flags waving. As soon as Lu Xiaotian's body moved, he fired electric shots outside the courtyard, stepped in the void, and flew towards the leading flying warship.

Several other figures also went to the residence to vacate one after another.

"A few years ago, I led you to fight against Tianjian Mountain. Now the army of the ghost clan is suppressing the territory, and it's just a battle." Lu Xiaotian's voice swept across the entire Baihe City.

"Fight!" "Fight!" "Fight!"

The morale of the entire Lingxiao Palace is high, as usual, and it doesn't need too many words to encourage it. Just a glance from the silver-haired young man on the warship can bring the morale of Lingxiao Palace to its peak.

Thousands of female cultivators looked at the tall and straight figure above their heads, their eyes sparkled. Although the cultivator in front of them was the ancestor of Yuanying, he was also a god of war who grew up from the bottom of Lingxiao Palace. Among the ranks, there is no defeat. Swept all the way from the Qi refining stage to the Nascent Soul stage.

It was also this person who brought Lingxiao Palace back from the trough of the lowest morale. During the war, it revived a fairy palace that was about to decline, and became a palace gate second only to the few sects of the ancient sword sect.

There were already four Nascent Soul cultivators in Lingxiao Palace, plus two brought back by Lu Xiaotian, one demon cultivator. There are as many as seven Yuanying-level powerhouses, which is also the highest level in the history of Lingxiao Palace.

With such a lineup, even if they are about to face ghosts, they are fearless. Compared with most other sects, as disciples of Lingxiao Palace, they are in a much better situation!

"Call out, fight against Mochizuki!"

At this time, only one flying warship and one flying kite warship remained in Lingxiao Palace. Even further away on the ground, there are millions of mortal troops. After this battle, it is unknown how many will survive.

Although there will never be many mortals who can survive this kind of battle between the world of cultivating immortals and the ghost clan, this is already a race of races. When the cultivators wither away, it is these mortals who can deal with some ordinary low-level skeletons , It can also relieve the pressure of some Qi refining monks.

At this time, although Mochizuki's high-end combat power was not damaged, the losses of low-level monks were really heavy. The armies formed by these secular mortals are all distributed in the outermost periphery, and each mortal army is mixed with immortal cultivators of varying strengths.

Many mortal armies are iron-blooded masters who have experienced hundreds of battles. The soldiers of hundreds of battles all have the power of blood and some evil spirits on their bodies. People who are proficient in this way can gather as few as possible. The power of blood evil condensed by the soldiers is enough to form blood evil power, which can even threaten the monks who established the foundation.

Of course, these secular soldiers don't understand this, and they need monks who are proficient in this way to operate.

There are also some huge bows and crossbows, although they are bulky, they can also do some damage to ghosts and birds. In short, although these are cannon fodder-like existences, they are not useless.

The lips are dead and the teeth are cold. Once the army of immortal cultivators is defeated, they can still escape into the secret realm and linger on. And these mortals have nowhere to go. The sun above the head will be covered by ghost clouds, and the bustling towns of the past will be turned into spooky haunted areas, and hundreds of millions of living beings will be slaughtered!

"Such a strong ghost aura has already condensed into substance. How many ghost clans are needed to form such a terrifying atmosphere!" When he approached Moon City, he saw the ghost clouds covering the sky and the sun in the Moon Mountain Range. In Baihe City, Wu Ziyuan and Qiao Lan, who had never done anything, couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

"I don't know, I'm afraid that none of the other monks who fought knew how many ghosts there are." Lu Xiaotian shook his head and said, "If you change your mind, you can leave as much as you want. I may not be able to take care of how many ghosts there are when the battle starts later. bit."

"Brother Lu's words make sense. Without Brother Lu, few of us would not be alive today. It's a great battle to die here, and we lived for a while longer without losing money." Qiao Lan and the two didn't speak. However, the eight-legged magic cow beast turned into a human form, and one of them had its hands on its waist, which was very bold and authentic. At this time, the eight-legged magic bull beast was fully healed under the healing spirit grass provided by Lu Xiaotian. I am very proud.

Lu Xiaotian was a little surprised. When he first saw it, he felt that the eight-legged monster was very cruel. After all, Lu Xiaotian was not very accepting of eating human flesh. He brought this guy to Wangyue, and Lu Xiaotian also had sex with the eight-legged monster. After all, this guy can keep his promise.

Now it seems that the eight-legged magic cow beast is quite loyal.

"Brother Niu is right, if it wasn't for Fellow Daoist Lu, we would have died at the hands of those mirage wolves, how could we still be standing here talking to Brother Lu?"

Qiao Lan had no choice but to respond at this time. From the bottom of her heart, if she had known the battle in Mochiyue City before her, she would not have been willing to get involved. It's just that things have come to this point, and it's already hard to ride a tiger. After all, the next step is to enter the secret forbidden place, and most of the former fellow Taoists have perished, only she and Wu Ziyuan are left, and the two of them cannot return to the Chiyuan Continent safely.

If you can't rely on Lu Xiaotian's strength, is it possible to really stay in the secret realm for a lifetime? The two came here to seek opportunities, and the Nascent Soul cultivator is also a human being, so they didn't want to spend their entire lives in a place isolated from the world.

"Okay, so thank you brother Niu and the two fellow Taoists. The masters in the late stage of the ghost king will naturally be dealt with by those big monks. Most of our opponents should also be in the middle or early stage of the ghost king." Lu Xiaotian smiled and comforted several people.