Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

After Lin Fan and the others left the Water Dragon Secret Realm, they continued to move deeper into Longquan Prefecture. After the difficult inheritance battle in the secret realm, although everyone gained the power of the Water Dragon, they did not relax for a moment, and the surrounding environment was still full of unpredictable crises.

Ye Wuhen's joining undoubtedly added a lot of combat power to the team, but his identity also brought new troubles to the team. Lin Fan knew that Ye Wuhen was an outstanding cultivator, but at the same time, he also attracted pursuers. Where did these pursuers come from? How would they act? Lin Fan didn't know, but he always remained vigilant, fearing that the team would be ambushed in unfavorable circumstances.

After a long journey, they arrived at a deep forest in Longquanzhou. This forest was full of ancient trees, filled with mist, and had a gloomy atmosphere. The surroundings were surprisingly quiet. Lin Fan decided to let everyone take a break here to recover their spiritual power. Jiang Shuiling wiped the sweat from her forehead while looking around vigilantly. She always felt something was wrong, as if someone was secretly spying on their whereabouts.

"Brother Lin Fan, this place...is a bit weird." Jiang Shuiling said softly, frowning slightly, with a hint of uneasiness in her tone.

Lin Fan nodded, his expression solemn. He naturally also noticed the subtle fluctuations of spiritual power around him, which was an oppressive aura, like an invisible net, silently covering them.

At this moment, hurried footsteps suddenly came from afar. The sound gradually became clearer as it approached from afar. At the same time, the fluctuation of spiritual power became stronger and stronger. Lin Fan looked up and saw dozens of cultivators approaching rapidly from the depths of the dense forest. They all had fierce eyes and a strong aura, and it was obvious that they were not here with good intentions.

"They are monks from Longquanzhou. It seems they have learned of our whereabouts." Lin Fan frowned and said in a deep voice.

Jin Buke stood beside Lin Fan, his mouth slightly raised, revealing a hint of sneer: "There are quite a few people, it seems that they have organized a siege."

The long sword in his hand was already unsheathed, and the sword was flashing with cold light, appearing particularly cold in the dim light.

Ye Wuhen stood on the other side of Lin Fan, his eyes solemn: "These people may have received orders from the State of Yan, and want to wipe us out when we just came out of the secret realm and have not yet established a firm foothold." There was anger in his voice. Ever since joining Lin Fan's team, he knew that he would bring trouble to the team, but because of this, he would never let those who were chasing him succeed.

"Everyone be careful, this battle will be extremely dangerous." Zhong Ling'er walked forward with a few runes in her hands. The runes began to glow under the stimulation of her spiritual power, and a tense atmosphere filled the air.

The enemy army was getting closer and closer, and the several monks in the lead were emitting strong spiritual power fluctuations. They were obviously masters in the late Jindan or even Yuanying stage. Their eyes were cold, with disdain and murderous intent, and they were obviously merciless to Lin Fan and others.

The enemy leader smiled coldly, his voice full of coldness and disdain: "It's them, don't give them any chance to breathe, go ahead and kill them!"

At the command, dozens of cultivators exerted their strength together, and their spiritual power turned into a gust of wind and swept towards Lin Fan and others. In an instant, the spiritual power converged in the air, like a surging wave, rushing towards Lin Fan and others. In an instant, the battle broke out, and the tranquility in the mountains and forests was broken. The exploding spiritual power shock wave exploded, shaking the trees and causing leaves to fall.

Lin Fan did not hesitate. With the Qiankun Axe in his hand, his spiritual power surged and golden light shone. He roared, and the axe gleamed like a rainbow, slashing straight at the cultivator in front of the enemy. The strong shock wave made the surrounding air seem to stagnate. Those cultivators with weaker spiritual power were almost instantly blown away and fell to the ground, bleeding from their mouths, unable to fight anymore.

"Ling'er, set up the formation to protect everyone! Jin Buke, Ye Wuhen, follow me to fight!" Lin Fan ordered in a deep voice, his eyes burning with a burning desire to fight.

Zhong Ling'er nodded immediately, and the runes in her hand quickly formed, with silver light flashing in the air, forming a solid defensive barrier to block the enemy's spiritual attack. Sweat gradually seeped out of her forehead, but she did not retreat. While casting the rune formation, she carefully observed the situation on the battlefield and looked for the enemy's weaknesses.

Lin Fan, Jin Buke and Ye Wuhen rushed out of the defense line and faced the enemy. Jin Buke's figure was as fast as the wind, and he swung his sword with great force. Wherever he went, the enemy would fall. His sword skills were swift and fierce, and his sword was as fast as lightning. Every time he swung his sword, he took a life, and he almost didn't give the enemy any chance to react.

Ye Wuhen turned into a stream of light on the battlefield. His body movements were extremely flexible, as if he was not restricted by gravity, and he moved freely between the enemy troops. He gathered spiritual power in his hands and cast a series of water spells. The water flowed like a dragon on the battlefield, repelling the enemies who tried to approach. Ye Wuhen's eyes flashed with determination and anger. He would not let any of those who were chasing him go.

However, the number of enemies was too large. Although Lin Fan and his companions fought hard, they still seemed to be unable to cope with the continuous attacks. Wave after wave of enemies came, seemingly endless. In an instant, the four of them were surrounded by the enemies and were caught in a bitter battle.

Lin Fan swung the Qiankun Axe, and the golden light of the axe kept flashing. Each strike contained powerful spiritual power, splitting the enemy in half. However, the enemy leader sneered at Lin Fan with contempt in his eyes: "Is this the Lin Fan? Sure enough, you have some skills, but you can't escape today!"

The enemy leader was a mid-Nascent Soul expert, holding a dark broadsword in his hand, with spiritual power wrapped around the blade, emitting a violent aura. He suddenly leaped up, raised the broadsword with both hands, and chopped down at Lin Fan with overwhelming force.

"Lin Fan, be careful!" Jiang Shuiling saw this scene from behind and couldn't help but exclaimed. She kept making seals with her hands, trying to support Lin Fan.

However, the enemy's siege was too intense, and cracks began to appear in the talisman array set up by Jiang Shuiling. The enemy's attacks hit the defense barrier frantically, and Zhong Ling'er could no longer hold on. Her face was pale, and her spiritual power was greatly consumed, but she still gritted her teeth and tried her best to keep the talisman array running.

Lin Fan's eyes were stern. Facing the powerful attack from the enemy leader, he did not flinch. Instead, he tightly grasped the Qiankun Axe with both hands. Spiritual power poured into the axe crazily, and the axe blade suddenly increased, dazzling like the scorching sun.