The Xu family follows Taoism and seeks longevity

Chapter 300 The war begins (please subscribe!)

When Xu Deming led his tribe to the square designated by the headquarters to gather, he found that many people had gathered in the square.

Although there are many monks gathered here, there is no noisy sound. The monks talk to and from each other, using the sound transmission of spiritual consciousness.

"Yu'er, the headquarters told us that the gathering location is Zhenxu. Let's go there!"

Looking at the crowded square, Xu Deming gave him a message.

"Okay, ancestor, let's go east!" Xu Zhiyu replied.

After passing through the crowd, he came to the direction due east, and after searching forward and backward for a long time, he finally found the direction of Zhenxu. When he looked up, he saw Granny Wen standing in the void, and the latter nodded slightly to him.

He glanced around the square and finally landed on the building directly in front of the square. It was a high platform that was temporarily built.

On the high platform, Shan Zhenjun from Taiyang Tower and Wei Zhenjun from Wuji Sword Sect were discussing something. One step behind Shan Zhenjun, Shan Fei'er was standing there, looking down at the square.

By coincidence, the two people's eyes converged. Xu Zhiyu nodded friendly towards her. Shan Feier was stunned at first, and then nodded slightly as well.

She was thinking about her father's repeated warnings to be on good terms with Xu Zhiyu, but Shan Fei'er didn't take it too seriously. Now that her father is a Yuanying monk and her mother has perfected the golden elixir, there is a chance of breaking through to Yuanying. Not too small.

So she has her own arrogance and thinks that it is completely unnecessary to befriend someone like him who is just a monk from the small Zifu family! She believed that her interaction with him meant that he picked up the elixir to cure her mother. She was just grateful, and there was nothing else!
  Besides, the father and daughter have repaid their kindness back then, so there is no need or reason to deal with him now. After all, the status gap between the two parties is there!
  She is right to think so, because this is the current situation in the world of immortality. But she didn't understand her father's deep meaning. In fact, she couldn't blame her. She was just limited by the rules in the building. Even if she was her biological daughter, Shan Zhenjun couldn't tell the truth about some things and could only make insinuations. But it was obvious that this time All your hard work is in vain!
  Seeing that she didn't want to talk to him, Xu Zhiyu didn't want to ask for trouble. He also looked away and started talking to his grandfather and the tribe's spiritual consciousness through sound transmission.

After Shan Fei'er withdrew her gaze, she began to shift her attention to the conversation between her father and Wei Zhenjun. This was the most important thing to her.

"Fellow Daoist Shan, Daoist Daoist Jie Kong from Huasheng Temple and Daoist Qian from Beiji Palace led their monks to take the first step. I wonder if they have already started a war with the demon sect?" Wei Zhenjun guessed.

"Probably not. This war is unusual. No one is allowed to act rashly without the order of the leader of the alliance!" Lord Shan Zhen said.

"Then in the next war, I will rely more on fellow Taoist Shan. The lives of hundreds of thousands of monks in this department can all be entrusted to you!"

After a few words of discussion, Wei Zhenjun asked solemnly.

Shan Zhenjun just nodded and did not speak. After the two of them finished their discussion, he turned around and looked at the people in the square. His expression gradually became serious, and the unfathomable pressure belonging to the Nascent Soul cultivator gradually dissipated.

The monks in the square couldn't help but look at him, with awe and yearning in their eyes, but they were different. But no matter what kind of look he was looking at, his heart was at peace.

When good and evil are at war, the stronger the leader of the headquarters is, the greater their chance of surviving on the battlefield.

"The disciples of this headquarters obey the order, board the demon-destroying battleship, and set out with me to destroy the demon sect!"

As soon as Shan Zhenjun finished speaking, five battleships, four large and one small, suddenly appeared in the sky above the square. They were huge, covering the sky and the sun, and floating in the air.

After the bustling monks boarded the battleship in an orderly manner, they were arranged into different cabins.

Although there are independent compartments on the battleship, they are only a few. Only ordinary Jindan monks are qualified to live in a compartment by themselves. Naturally, the Xu family cannot find it, so they can only sit in a large cabin with other monks. middle.

There were nearly three thousand people sitting cross-legged in the entire cabin, but no one spoke, and the atmosphere was so quiet that it was almost eerie.

At this moment, Xu Deming was holding his breath and meditating. The rest of the Xu family were either sitting cross-legged and meditating, or quietly looking at the people around them. They were very quiet.

They were about to face a life-and-death battle, and they had to keep themselves in top condition so that they could have a little more chance of survival in the brutal battle that followed.

Xu Zhiyu also sat there quietly and looked up at Granny Wen who was sitting in the center of the cabin. He felt relieved, but he was still thinking about something in his mind!
  The speed of the battleship is much faster than that of ordinary flying magic weapons. Of course, the price is not comparable to that of ordinary magic weapons. The fifth-level low-grade one they were riding was said to be worth hundreds of thousands of high-grade spiritual stones. As for the one Shan Zhenjun and the others were riding, not to mention, its value was inestimable.

At this moment, five battleships, one large, four small, and four small, were flying forward at extremely fast speeds, heading straight for the battlefield of the battle between good and evil.

Half an hour later, the speed of the battleship slowed down. Xu Zhiyu opened his eyes, looked at each other and the ancestor Xu Deming sitting opposite, and nodded.

Arrived!

Just when other monks also noticed the slowdown of the battleship, they heard Shan Zhenjun's majestic voice ringing in their ears:

"Jindan and Zifu monks leave the cabin, and the other monks continue to be on standby in the cabin!"

Just when he thought he had no chance to go out, a message from Granny Wen came over.

"Boy Xu, do you want to go out and see me?"

"Is it okay? Shan Zhenjun clearly said that only monks with Zifu and Jindan cultivation levels can leave the cabin," he said hesitantly.

"What are you afraid of? You have a rare treasure to protect you. The Yuanying monks can't see through your true cultivation level at all, and Shan Zhenjun will not embarrass you. What are you afraid of? You can tell me whether you want to go or not. talk!"

Mother-in-law Wen said impatiently that she always felt that Xu Zhiyu was too hesitant in doing things, unlike her mother-in-law and mother-in-law, and was not neat and tidy at all.

"Go! You must go!" Xu Zhiyu didn't think much about it, and went directly out of the cabin with his ancestor and Granny Wen.

After walking through the aisle and arriving on the deck, the surrounding scene made him so excited that he almost lost his composure.

In addition to the battleship he was riding on, there were no fewer than dozens of battleships of the same shape suspended in the air, front, rear, left and right, but the sizes were not consistent. In particular, six of them were the largest and were positioned higher than the other battleships. It is also slightly taller and looks different. Looking at the opposite side, there are also densely packed battleships. However, compared with the white appearance on the Zhengdao side, the color of the battleships on the opposite side is much darker, and there is still black air surrounding them!

The two sides were facing each other like this, the atmosphere seemed extremely dull, and even the wind in the void had stopped!
  After standing on the deck for about a quarter of an hour, I saw a monk flying out of my own fleet, and a man flying out from the Demon Cult camp on the opposite side. The two stood in the void, their eyes facing each other, with unkind expressions.

"Old Ghost Hao, let me give you one last piece of advice: take your monsters and go to other realms! Otherwise"

"What else? Leader Yan!"

"Then we will eradicate you evil heretics and let you die without a place to die!"

"Hahaha! Okay, okay! If that's the case, then come over here. I just want to learn your methods and see if the first person to transform into a god is actually a wasted reputation!"

The two sides exchanged a few harsh words and then returned to camp. These words were not hidden, but were spoken aloud in front of millions of monks from both sides, so both good and evil monks heard them clearly, and at the same time they also understood that those words just now were a declaration of war.

Sure enough, after Alliance Leader Yan returned, he immediately ordered all the monks to mobilize to fight against the Demon Cult monks.

Xu Zhiyu was also unambiguous. He took out the magic weapon and held it in his hand. After all the tribesmen arrived, he controlled the flying sword and flew downwards following the order from his headquarters.

As for why this is the case, it is because monks with different cultivation levels have different battlefields. The Qi-training and foundation-building monks controlled the flying swords and all fell to the ground to fight with their opponents. The Zifu monks controlled the flying swords and fought at low altitudes of several tens of feet. The Jindan monks who could stand in the air, their battle The location is even higher, thousands of feet above the ground. As for the supreme Nascent Soul monks in this battlefield, they have not taken action yet because the time is not there.

Below the battleship, the good and evil monks were fighting in a group, unable to fight.

While Xu Zhiyu was fighting with the demon cultivator on the opposite side, he let go of his spiritual consciousness and watched the battle in the sky and on the ground.

The Xu family and others are basically at ease now. The foundation-building monks are closely surrounding him. If they encounter a life-or-death crisis, he will immediately rescue them. Occasionally, when he cannot take care of them, someone will secretly help them.

"It seems that the two real people Du and Liu are secretly protecting me. In this way, I can give it a go and fight! It just so happens that there are not many merit points in the token, and now is a good time to get it!"

Seeing that his clansmen were safe and sound, he took out a large piece of Jade Fetus Qiong Liquid Paste from his storage ring and put it into his mouth, then rushed towards the three Foundation-Building Demonic Cultivators in front of him. This time he wanted to go on a killing spree. .

The place where good and evil are fighting is called the Ten Thousand Flowers Plain. Normally, as long as summer comes, all kinds of flowers of different colors will bloom here. Now it is also summer, and the flowers are all blooming, but they should be colorful. The flowers all showed one color, blood red, all over the mountains and fields, with blood flowing everywhere, the same color for thousands of miles.

At this time, seven days had passed since the war started. Xu Zhiyu didn't know how many demon cultivators he had killed and how many merit points he had earned during these seven days. He only knew that he was very tired now and just wanted to stop and have a good sleep. , but can’t do it.

When he killed a demon cultivator and just wanted to take a breath, another demon cultivator pounced on him one after another, leaving him no chance to breathe.

The one he was fighting with now was a demon cultivator who had perfected his foundation. He was very difficult to deal with. The God-killing Thorn, which was close to reaching perfection, actually had no effect on him. The opponent seemed to have no knowledge of the sea, and every attack failed.

"Hehehehe! Boy, your secret attack method of spiritual consciousness is good! But if you use it to deal with me, then you have found the wrong target. Our lineage mainly studies the method of spiritual consciousness. However, the attack power of your secret method is very Strong, I’m very interested!”

"Let's do this, let's make a deal. If you hand over this secret technique, I can leave you with a whole body without making your death too painful. How about it? You think about it!"

The demon cultivator on the opposite side said seductively, even though he said so, his hands were not slow and he manipulated the magic weapon, one move was as cruel as the other, and each move was better than the last.

"Bah! Shameless devil, don't use sweet words. To tell you the truth, this secret method is in my storage bag. If you have the ability, kill me. The storage bag will be yours, and this secret method will naturally belong to you. You, I'm afraid you don't have the ability and won't be able to get it!" Xu Zhiyu kept his hands and mouth sarcastic.

"Boy, you succeeded in irritating me! Well, since you are not afraid of an ugly death, I will definitely torture you after I capture you. No matter where your spiritual consciousness and secrets are hidden, in my Under the soul-searching method, there will be nothing to hide!"

The demon cultivator was irritated, and saw a vertical eye suddenly appear on the back of his head. When his back was turned to Xu Zhiyu, the vertical eye suddenly opened strangely, and a black light shot out from the eye, heading straight towards him. Come.

Xu Zhiyu didn't react slowly. He stepped on the flying sword and turned over when a kite came. He thought he could easily avoid it, but unexpectedly, the black light seemed to recognize him. It turned a corner in the void and pounced on him again. , before he had time to dodge a second time, it slipped into his sea of ​​consciousness.

When the demon cultivator on the opposite side saw that he had been hit, he laughed wildly and said at the same time:
  "Boy, I asked you to toast me and not eat the fine wine. What you just hit was the light of the soul-destroying eye that I practiced. As long as a monk is hit, I will control the sea of ​​consciousness and become my puppet. Now you have No matter what secrets there are, they will all belong to me! Haha. Ugh!"

He was laughing so freely, thinking about using the black light that had just entered Xu Zhiyu's sea of ​​consciousness to control him, but what he never expected was that the black light that he could have sensed seemed to be instantly erased by some force. , and he also suffered the backlash, leaving blood-red tears on the vertical eye on the back of his head.

And how could Xu Zhiyu, who was not hurt at all, miss this opportunity? He saw thunder surge in the palm of his hand, he opened his bow left and right, and kept calling out to the seriously injured demon cultivator. In less than three breaths, the demon was killed by force. Scumbag.

When Liu Zhenren saw this scene from a distance, he also relaxed, and then began to deal with the middle-stage Jindan demon cultivator who was fighting with her. Originally, she had been paying attention to the situation here, but just now the demon cultivator, because he was cornered by her, actually self-destructed a fourth-level mid-grade magic weapon.

The magic weapon self-destructs, how powerful it is, let alone a fourth-level mid-level one! She would definitely not resist forcefully, but chose to avoid it temporarily. Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, something happened to Xu Zhiyu. Fortunately, it was not serious and he even killed his opponent. Otherwise, if he had something wrong, She really didn't know how to explain to Tong Ying when she returned to the main building.

At this time, Xu Zhiyu, who had killed his opponent, saw that there were no demon cultivators around to rush forward. He immediately took out a few middle-grade spiritual stones, held them in his hands, and began to restore his spiritual power.

As for why we don’t use the more effective Yutai Qiongye Cream, it’s because we’ve run out! That's right, the elixir for restoring spiritual power that he spent a lot of merit points to redeem was used up by him, so now he can only use spiritual stones.

About two-quarters of an hour passed like this. Just as he was still trying to seize the time to restore his spiritual power, an earth-shattering bell sound suddenly came from the largest battleship on his side.

"What's going on? Are you planning to retreat and withdraw your troops? But the fierce battle is in full swing. It's hard for both sides to stop at this time!"

He thought so in his mind, but a huge gong sounded from the demon cultivator camp. It seemed that the other side also had the intention of temporarily withdrawing its troops. Then he saw monks from both sides, whether they were fighting for life or death, or fishing in troubled waters. They stopped and used their flying magic weapons to return to camp.

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