MTL - Immortal Mansion Longevity-Chapter 729 God of power

  Chapter 729 The power of transforming gods

   And this is just a microcosm of the entire battlefield, an insignificant microcosm.

   The defensive power of the third-tier spirit ship is extraordinary, even if the top magic weapon wants to break it, it is by no means easy.

  And the monks on it, no matter their cultivation level or magic weapon, are definitely far better than casual cultivators.

  So looking at the entire battlefield, it can be said that there are very few people who can destroy the spirit ship of the Qianting coalition army.

   The lone cultivator Golden Elixir above is among the thousands of lone cultivators, and his cultivation strength can be counted as one of the few.

   But in the end, it was still wiped out by the blow of the fourth-tier spirit ship.

  More casual cultivators, even if they fought back, they were nothing more than mantis arms. Magic weapons, magic weapons and other forms of attacks came together. It didn't take long for their bodies to be torn apart and dead.

   Rather than fighting, it might be more appropriate to describe it as unilateral crushing.

   "Boom boom boom!!!"

  As the Qianting fleet approached, one after another the Lingshan Mountains collapsed, and the monks on them suffered heavy casualties.

  Fiery flames are burning among the mountains.

  Tonight, many monks are doomed to sleepless. No matter what the outcome of this battle is, it will affect the situation in the entire central region, and it may be recorded in the history of the world of cultivating immortals.

   "Is this the world of cultivating immortals?!"

  Standing on the blue flying boat, Zhang Yi turned his head and looked behind him, his pupils reflected colorful auras, as well as the flame that seemed to destroy everything.

  For some reason, anger suddenly rose in his heart. Although he has seen many filth in this world of cultivating immortals, he still feels anger instinctively.

   What followed was a deep sense of powerlessness.

  At this moment, Zhang Yi thought of his family.

  Since the failure to regain Annan Liuzhou, the family ancestors have probably fallen, and the Zhang family has also been liquidated from within the Qianting.

   "When the family was destroyed, was it like the scene before us?"

  Zhang Yi was expressionless, but his heart was already turbulent, and his eyes seemed to be burning with angry flames.

  Thinking of this, the son couldn't help clenching his fists.

   Liu Yu glanced at this disciple, took a panoramic view of this disciple's strangeness, and probably could guess what he was thinking, but he didn't say much.

  Without anger, there is no justice.

  Even if they succumbed to powerful force, even if they did not receive a good education, most people still yearn for justice and beauty in their hearts.

   For those unjust acts, I will instinctively feel uncomfortable.

  Even monks from the Demon Sect may have a yardstick in their hearts to measure whether some behaviors are appropriate.

  Liu Yu understood that the reason why Zhang Yi felt angry at the moment was because he had too little experience.

  In his view today, everything is just a matter of different interests.

  When the casual cultivator group grows to a certain extent, there will naturally be further needs, such as the desire for immortal cultivation resources, and the pursuit of fame and status.

   But in the eyes of Qianting Holy Land, this is undoubtedly a joke.

  Why should the inheritance that the ancestors worked so hard to give up to others? What's wrong with guarding the inheritance of our ancestors?

  In the eyes of the former, the latter is undoubtedly unjust.

   But in the eyes of the latter, the former is also heinous, a complete thug, and an unstable factor that threatens the rule.

  Qian court has the "justice" of Qian court, and casual practice has the "justice" of casual practice.

   In the final analysis, everything is still a conflict of interests, but it is just under various banners.

  Both sides are on the right path, and neither side is wrong, they just have different positions.

  History will be written by the victors.

  All sorts of thoughts flashed through his mind, but they finally calmed down. Liu Yu secretly circulated his mana, watching Zhuo Mengzhen and Qianting Jindan fight fiercely, and had no thoughts of making a move for the time being.

"Soon."

   he thought to himself.

  As the Qianting Fleet continued to approach the Zixia Mountains, even if the three were stopped in place, they would be able to leave the radiation range of the coalition forces within a few breaths.

  No surprises, about ten breaths, the situation of the three will be reversed, returning to a relatively safe state.

  Before that, you have to stand still and try not to attract the attention of the court masters.

  …

   "Boom"

  On the frontal battlefield, a series of powerful spiritual pressures swept across the surroundings unscrupulously.

   Some of them, even in the eyes of Liu Yu now, have a feeling of looking up to the mountains.

   Yuanying Zhenjun!

   Refining Qi, Building Foundation, Golden Elixir, Nascent Soul.

  In the fierce battles at all levels, the casual cultivators were at an absolute disadvantage.

  The disadvantage of low-level monks is still second, but even at the Nascent Soul level, casual cultivators are still at an absolute disadvantage.

   It wasn't that the casual cultivator Yuanying didn't want to make a move, but that the Yuanying Zhenjun in Qianting was watching closely all the time, so they could only rely on the formation method to persevere.

  The biggest gap is the gap between senior monks.

  Otherwise, as long as there is a casual cultivator who can free up his hands, he can immediately improve many one-sided situations, and there will be no such crushing situation.

   "Boom Boom Boom"

  Under the powerful offensive of the Qianting Fleet, one by one the mountain guard formations were breached, one after another the spiritual mountains collapsed, and the monks inside also died on a large scale soon.

   In all directions, the shadows of spirit ships can be seen densely all over the sky.

  Looking at this scene, even the firm-minded Nascent Soul Loose Cultivator couldn't help but feel besieged by all sides.

  Continuing on like this, the entire Zixia Mountains will be razed to the ground, which will no longer be an empty talk, but something that will happen soon.

   Realizing that the situation was critical, some casual cultivators including Zhenjun Zixia used their trump cards one after another.

  All the situations of casual cultivators are slipping into the abyss step by step.

   "Kowloon God, why don't you make a move?"

  During the battle, some casual cultivators frequently looked in the direction of the fifth-order Zixia Mountain, hoping that this legendary casual cultivator could make a move to resolve the current crisis.

   But it's a pity that with the light curtain excited by the fifth-order large array, they can't see the situation inside at all.

  In Zixia Mountain, there was no movement for a long time.

  One breath, two breaths, three breaths.

  As time went by, the situation of casual cultivators became more and more difficult, and all the surrounding Lingshan Mountains were destroyed.

   Among the monks, very few were able to escape in time.

  Just when most casual cultivators guessed that the God of Nine Dragons was afraid of the God of Qianting and chose to give up this foundation, there was a sudden movement from Zixia Mountain.

   "Boom!!"

  Suddenly, a gust of abyss and prison-like spiritual pressure suddenly emerged from Zixia Mountain, covering a radius of hundreds of miles in an instant.

  Under this unbelievably strong spiritual pressure, more than 99% of the attacking coalition monks paused, even the Jindan monks were no exception.

   Only Yuanying Zhenjun can not be affected.

  Some Golden Core cultivators who flew in the air were under the pressure of this spiritual pressure, staggering and unstable.

  The monks under the Golden Core even fell directly to the ground, and the operation of mana was seriously affected.

   Looking at the entire battlefield, when this spiritual pressure appeared, Qianting's offensive was stopped!

  People haven't shown up yet, just the appearance of spiritual pressure can obviously affect the situation of the entire battlefield.

  The horror of the deity cultivator can be seen from this.

   "Buzz~~"

  Suddenly, an incomparably dazzling golden light suddenly appeared from Zixia Mountain, sweeping towards the densely packed spirit ships in the air.

   "Bang bang bang"

  The next moment, there were continuous explosions.

  The spirit ship, which was extremely hard in the past, was like an extremely fragile balloon in the face of this golden aura that suddenly emerged.

  Where the golden light passes, everything is invincible.

  Whether it is a low-level spirit ship of Tier 1 or 2, or a high-level spirit ship of Tier 3 or 4, none of them can resist this golden light even for a while.

  The only difference is how thorough the destruction is, whether it is torn apart or "disappeared" out of thin air.

  Even if he didn't face it personally, but feeling the power contained in this golden light, the seemingly invincible sharpness, even Zhenjun Yuanying would tremble, and it was difficult for him to summon up the courage to confront him head-on.

   "Master of Transforming God"

   "Kowloon God!"

  A hundred miles away, when this spiritual pressure swept past, Liu Yu flashed this idea instantly.

   Fortunately, the distance is far enough, and he was not specifically targeted, so he was not affected much.

  But the movement of mana in the body is also much slower than normal.

  The spiritual pressure of the transformation **** level swept across, and the other monks were also shocked inexplicably. A kind of great terror enveloped their hearts, and even their movements were subconsciously cautious.

  The Qianting Golden Pill, who was fighting fiercely with Zhuo Mengzhen, stopped moving immediately.

  Although the camps are different, you still have to be afraid of Huashen Shenjun, otherwise you will be crushed to death like ants.

   "Bang bang bang"

  On the frontal battlefield, the golden aura sweeps very fast, often after the aura sweeps past, the roaring sound is delayed.

   Sweeping down in a circle, all the spirit ships were not spared, and the monks on it hardly survived.

   But it’s okay, the spirit ship rushing to the front is just the vanguard sent by Qianting, and the one with the highest cultivation level is only at the Golden Core Stage, and there is no Nascent Soul True Monarch.

  Although this kind of loss is heavy, it is not unacceptable.

   "Although there has been an agreement between the existences of Huashen, they cannot arbitrarily interfere with the situation in the world of cultivating immortals, let alone attack low-level monks at will."

   "But the allied forces of Qianting and Court have come to the house, and it is difficult for the God of Nine Dragons not to take action."

   Enveloped by the spiritual pressure of the transformation **** level, Liu Yu's body was a little stiff, and he thought to himself.

  He has no intention of stopping to watch the battle, he just wants to get out of danger as soon as possible.

   Fortunately, it seems that after receiving the order, the coalition fleet did not intend to stop advancing after the Kowloon God Lord shot, and continued to press towards the Zixia Mountains one by one.

  From this point, we can also get a glimpse of the determination of one or two Ganting Holy Lands to completely crush the Sanxiu Holy Land.

   Less than half a breath after the golden aura appeared, at least thousands of monks were killed by the Qianting coalition forces, which exceeded the results of tens of thousands of scattered cultivators' counterattacks.

  But regarding the attack on the Zixia Mountains, the Qianting Allied Forces still had no intention of stopping.

   "Buzz~"

  The magic circles on the spirit ships lit up, and one after another attack was in a state of brewing, and the next moment they would "fire all arrows".

  The spirit pressure at the level of the gods still enveloped a hundred miles around, but the monks on the coalition side seemed to ignore the existence of a god.

   "huh~"

  A majestic cold snort clearly appeared in the ears of every monk.

  In front of the purple beam of light covering the fifth-order Zixia Mountain, a dazzling golden light suddenly emerged, and then grew rapidly in a short period of time.

   Almost in the blink of an eye, it swelled to about a thousand feet, with a vague human silhouette, like a giant of light with great power.

"soul!"

  Seeing this scene, this word came to mind of all the monks.

  Colorful auras shone throughout the night sky, illuminating a hundred miles around as bright as day.

  But in the center of the Zixia Mountains, the thousand-foot-tall Primordial Spirit seems to be the ruler of this piece of heaven and earth.

   is the brightest star, comparable to the blazing sun!

  As soon as he appeared, he had a strong sense of presence, and naturally became the center of attention of all monks.

  The spiritual light emitted by the magic weapon, under the glow of the golden primordial spirit, seemed to be overshadowed and ordinary.

  The monks on the side of the Qianting Holy Land felt great terror in their hearts.

   Facing the threat of the cultivator who transformed the gods, if it wasn't for the orders from his superiors, he would almost turn around and run away.

  The later the path of cultivating immortals, the more difficult it is for quantity to bridge the gap in "quality".

  An existence who has cultivated to the realm of transforming gods can already control the aura of heaven and earth without any burden, and has incredible power in every gesture.

  No matter how many monks there are in the lower realm, they are just a group of ants, and no matter how many monks there are, it does not necessarily take more time to kill them.

  Seeing that the "Kowloon God" finally made his move, the casual cultivators all showed joy.

   It’s just that there is a lingering haze in their hearts. Now that the True Lord of Nine Dragons has appeared, what about the Divine Lord of Qianting Holy Land?

   You know, there are far more monks in the Qianting Holy Land than casual cultivators!

  It was too late to say, but it was soon.

   Seeing the attack of the Qianting coalition forces, they still did not intend to stop. It seemed that the majesty of the cultivator of Huashen was offended, and the golden soul continued to attack.

  The huge golden palm moves a little around at will, and the spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth moves accordingly.

   "Ang~!"

  The next moment, four golden dragons appeared out of thin air.

  Every dragon is extremely real, and every scale is lifelike and exudes a metallic texture.

  They are all hundreds of feet in size, and the power fluctuations they emit have really reached the level of transforming gods, and they are still absorbing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth to strengthen themselves.

   "ang~"

  In just half an instant, the four golden dragons reached about a thousand feet, roaring and charging towards the Qianting Fleet in all directions.

  Looking at the golden dragon, all the monks of Qianting stared wide-eyed, unable to resist at all.

  This kind of attack, even if Yuanying Zhenjun faces it, I am afraid it will be wiped out!

   It is foreseeable that if a few court gods don't take action, the attacks of the Kowloon gods will kill and injure more than half of the coalition forces present.

  However, many of the coalition monks present were the elites of their respective forces. Naturally, the God Lord Qianting would not sit back and watch the God Lord Nine Dragons make a slaughter.

   Sure enough, a sudden change occurred in the next moment!

  Between the heaven and the earth, the aura that was originally completely controlled and gathered in an orderly manner towards the Kowloon God Lord fluctuated violently.

  As if affected by some kind of force, most of them converged in the other three directions.

   "Bang bang bang bang!!"

  In less than a tenth of an instant, before all the monks could react, the four golden dragons that were originally unstoppable exploded in their bodies, and their bodies collapsed inch by inch.

   Those who can resist the existence of Huashen, naturally only Huashen exists!

  (end of this chapter)