inside the house.
Yan Yun waved his sleeves, and the Xuantian Immortal Vine was floating in front of him.
"Why does the Purple Thunder Spirit Wood Sword desire it?"
Looking at the withered Xuantian Immortal Vine, Yan Yun touched his chin, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Then his mouth opened slightly, and a purple purple thunder spirit wood sword turned into a shadow, floating in front of him.
As soon as the Purple Thunder Spirit Wood Sword Fang appeared, the whole body was surrounded by a light red light.
"Huh?"
The Purple Thunder Spirit Wood Sword is made of the Blood Evil Spirit Tree. It can not only release the power of wind and thunder, but also has the power to devour living beings.
"Could it be that you want to swallow the Xuantian Immortal Vine?"
Yan Yun touched his chin, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Thinking of this, Yan Yun moved his lips slightly, and a red-gold purple thunder spirit wood sword cut through the air and quickly appeared in the room.
Densely packed purple thunder wood swords filled the entire room.
"Buzz!"
Following the buzzing sounds, the Purple Thunder Spirit Wood Sword turned into streaks of vermilion light and quickly disappeared into the Xuantian Immortal Vine.
I saw that the Xuantian Immortal Vine suspended in front of me quickly shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In just half a cup of tea, the Xuantian Immortal Vine that had been floating in front of him a moment ago had long since disappeared, disappearing out of thin air.
Turning to those purple thunder spirit wood swords, they all exuded an extremely mysterious aura, as if full of ancient meanings.
Looking carefully, Yan Yun found that these purple thunder spirit wood swords were covered with mysterious patterns, like small Xuantian fairy vines.
"Something interesting."
Yan Yun touched his chin gently and murmured in a low voice: "In this case, it seems necessary to get all the remaining Xuantian Immortal Vine."
After all, this is only a quarter of Xuantian Immortal Vine, but it has made so many changes to his Purple Thunder Spirit Wood Sword.
If he can get all the remaining Xuantian Immortal Vine, his own magic weapon, the Purple Thunder Spirit Wood Sword, will be greatly improved.
A few days later.
Master Zhiyang and Wei Wuya came to a hall to discuss the upcoming battle.
In addition to the three late Yuanying monks here, there are also Long Han and his wife who are rivals of the late Yuanying monks, as well as a beautiful woman in a red shirt and a bald old man with white beard and eagle eyes.
The old man's eyes were half closed, and there was a jade ring on the finger of one hand.
This ring is emerald green, with runes hidden on it. It seems to be a rare and rare treasure.
"Fellow Taoist God hates you, this time it all depends on a few Taoist friends. We will drag the main force of the magician army here, and you just need to sneak into Tiantian City and loot all the resource warehouses."
Speaking of this, Master Zhiyang flashed a trace of complacency in his eyes, and chuckled: "Without the resources such as the spirit stones and materials that the Mulan people have worked so hard to collect, even if the Mulan people can gain the upper hand in the war, we can't. If you drag them later, they will be completely defeated.”
The old monster Tianhen moved his lips slightly and made sounds like gold and stone:
"As long as you drag Master Mulan to the border, there will be no problem in sneaking into Tiantian City."
"The only thing I'm worried about is why the Mulan people keep all their resources in the city. Could it be a trap, waiting for us to jump in?"
The old devil of Hehuan waved his hand gently and said with a faint smile:
"Don't worry, Taoist Tianhen, because according to our undercover messages among the Mulan people, all the spiritual stone resources of the Mulan people have been stored in a secret warehouse, and a powerful prohibition formation has been specially set up. ”
"With several great masters in charge, if this were not the case, they would not be able to fight with such peace of mind!"
Wei Wuya gently waved his jet black robe and sneered: "It's just that they don't know that our Nine Nations Alliance has been dealing with the magicians for so long, and we have already sent people to infiltrate the magicians!"
"One of the great masters guarding the resource warehouse is our internal response."
"When the time comes, he will turn off the ban on the formation. As long as the Taoist friends are more secretive about their heartbeats, they will be caught off guard."
The old monster Tianhen's eyes moved slightly and he said calmly: "Since you fellow Taoists are so sure, then I have to make a trip regardless of what I say."
Seeing that the old monster Tianhen agreed, Long Han smiled and chuckled:
"After the matter is completed, our four major forces will make the final decision to allocate the country of Xu to fellow Taoists."
"Fellow Taoists can establish a sect in this country, and our four major forces will never interfere in the slightest. From now on, fellow Taoists can also be called the ancestors of a sect."
Once again, I got the promises I wanted from several people, and the old monster Tianhen showed a satisfied look on his face:
"Okay! With a few guarantees, I and a few friends can only give it a try."
"It's getting late. Let's go back and prepare. We'll sneak into Yu Kingdom early tomorrow morning."
As the old monster Tianhen finished speaking, his figure swayed, turned into a shadow, and disappeared instantly.
Looking at the departing figure of the old monster Tianhen, the old monster Hehuan frowned slightly and said slowly before his figure disappeared at the entrance of the hall.
"This old monster has a good chance of success, right?"
The old demon Hehuan frowned slightly, glanced at Long Han who was not far away, and asked: "After all, apart from him, the old monsters of casual cultivators he brought are also Nascent Soul cultivation."
"If Master Mulan is caught off guard, there should be no possibility of failure."
Long Han nodded and replied with twinkling eyes: "Fellow Daoist Yi is right. As long as we hold back Divine Master Mulan, Daoist Tianhen should be 70 to 80% sure."
"What I didn't expect was that this old weirdo wanted to start a sect at such a young age. It was really beyond my expectation."
Master Zhiyang’s eyes moved slightly and he whispered:
"This is normal. After all, it has been three or four hundred years since Old Monster Tianhen entered the middle stage of Yuanying. He has been unable to break through to the late stage of Yuanying for such a long time. He must have given up completely."
"But this can be considered a good thing. Now that we have Old Monster Tianhen as our backup, we can't be careless!"
Early morning a few days later.
The patrolling monks had already discovered that the mage camp opposite was suddenly surrounded by a dazzling glow, followed by a harsh roar.
Groups of mages flew out of the camp at this moment, wielding magic weapons and galloping toward the border.
The monk who was well prepared immediately took out the transmission talisman.
"Buzz!"
As buzzing sounds sounded, a long bell sounded from the direction of the southern camp.
Then the monks who had been recharging their energy for a long time flew out of the camp one after another.
It turned into several arcs of light rising into the sky.
For a time, all kinds of spiritual lights filled the sky.
Clear sounds and long whistles came and went, but they were compared with the menacing army of magicians coming from the other direction.
It was as if two huge waves were coming towards each other, but when they were more than ten miles apart, the two sides suddenly stopped.
Regardless of whether they are magicians or monks, when they can vaguely see each other in the distance, they invariably stop and escape.
The two looked at each other hostilely.
One side has no way out, and only by fighting to the bitter end can the whole clan find a way out.
One party has lived in its homeland for a long time and does not allow foreign enemies to invade, and its morale is extremely high.
The two sides haven't taken action yet, but the earth-shattering murderous aura is filling the air between the two formations.
Yan Yun put his hands behind his back, floating above a group of more than a thousand monks, and looked coldly at the army of magicians in the distance.
At a glance, there were patches of glow on the opposite side. In every ray of light, there are hundreds of Dharma gathered there. And this glow stretched for more than ten miles.
Obviously, both sides used their main force, although it is impossible to estimate the exact number of people.
But there are at least 60,000 to 70,000 cultivators gathered here.
And high-level immortal cultivators, which are rare under normal circumstances, are now even more common.
However, although the number of people is roughly the same, the similarities and differences between the two sides can still be seen.
Although the magicians have different costumes, the weapons of the low-level magicians are all the same simple ones.
They were either round bowls of light or beads the size of fists, but the most numerous were Dharma flags of different colors, while there were very few sword-like instruments.
As for the monks, the magical weapons in the hands of low-level monks can be described as diverse and include everything, but most of them are swords and swords.
Each of these magic weapons is glittering and translucent, and their aura is compelling. In terms of level alone, he is far superior to the sorcerer at a glance.
Yan Yun was suspended in mid-air, but his eyes couldn't help but be attracted to those huge beasts. Although these beasts were huge in size, they had average intelligence.
If there was no way to tame them, they might just be used as targets.
At this time, after a commotion in the army of magicians opposite, three people flew out from inside.
The skinny old man, the dwarf, and the middle-aged Confucian scholar are the three great masters of Mulan.
As for the fourth divine master, the Mulan people obviously regard it as a trump card and have not revealed it yet.
On the monk's side, three frightening rainbows also flew out.
It was Master Zhiyang, Wei Wuya, and Hehuan Laomo.
When the two sides were tens of feet apart, they both turned away and stopped.
"What about fellow Taoists? It's too late to regret now. As long as we give up half of Tiannan to our Mulan tribe, we can stop fighting and turn enemies into friends."
"Otherwise, no matter whether you win or lose after this battle, your Tiannan Immortal World will probably be severely weakened."
Confucian scholar surnamed Zhong looked at Wei Wuya and others opposite and said coldly.
Wei Wuya sneered, glanced at the Confucian scholar, and said lightly:
"Joke!"
"It is true that the vitality of our Tiannan Immortal Society will be severely damaged, but if you Mulan people are defeated in this battle, you will be exterminated. I think it is you magicians who should be cautious."
As soon as these words came out, it meant that there was no room for negotiation between the two.
"It seems that talking more is useless. You have no room for negotiation at all, so we can only fight to the death."
"But before that, let's have a gambling war. You and I will jointly send people to set up a ban. No matter how much we win or lose, as soon as the gambling war is over, we will let it go."
The skinny old man said straightforwardly.
He probably also knew that at this point, trying to persuade the three major monks to submit was simply wishful thinking.
The old devil of Hehuan stared at the skinny old man and sneered:
"It's okay to have a gambling battle, but if you don't see the prisoner you promised, hehe."
Upon hearing what the other party said, the skinny old man was slightly startled, but after thinking about it, he moved his lips slightly and transmitted a few words to the back.
Suddenly, the queue of magicians behind them surged.
More than a thousand monks, with bare hands and nothing but their clothes, were pushed out of the queue.
As soon as these monks arrived in front of the formation, they had different expressions. Some were blushing, while others were glaring angrily at the magicians.
There was also a slight commotion among the army of monks opposite.
Naturally many of these captured monks recognized them.
Seeing this, Master Zhiyang and others looked at each other and then nodded with a slightly calm expression.
"How about it? You guys have met me. Now you should feel at ease. Let's start the gambling battle quickly!"
The dwarf named Bi among the Mulan masters became a little impatient.
"Why are you so impatient? Is it because of this gambling war? What are you planning to do?"
Wei Wuya glanced at the master and suddenly said unexpectedly.
Hearing this, the short master's expression suddenly changed and he actually threatened:
"If you don't dare to wager a war, we will use these monks to sacrifice the flag first, and then start the war. What do you think?"
"Your Excellency is threatening us?"
Wei Wuya's eyes flashed with cold light and he said sternly.
"There's no threat, but if we don't want to participate in a gambling war, it's useless for us to keep these prisoners. It's not impossible to use them to sacrifice flags to boost morale."
The skinny old man's expression remained unchanged, but his voice was a bit sinister.
"We can bet on a battle. If these prisoners are released first, we will agree to a bet on the battle."
When Master Zhiyang heard this, he moved his eyebrows a few times and said slowly:
"Let go? Do you think we would do such a stupid thing?"
The dwarf said politely.
"But we can't trust you either. What if you don't keep your promise after the gambling war is over?"
Wei Wuya said calmly.
The skinny old man was impatient, and then waved his right hand, with a fierce light in his eyes, and said:
"Okay, no need to say these useless words. Before the battle, we can release half of the prisoners first. The rest depends on whether you win or lose."
"Okay, let's do this. You guys will release the people over there, and we'll start setting up restrictions here."
This time Master Zhiyang and the other two people communicated for a few words and then decisively agreed.
This condition is the maximum the other party can give in to. If they really talk about it, they won't be able to explain it to the monks behind them.
After negotiating the terms, the six of them returned to their camps and made arrangements.
As Yan Yun watched from a distance, a group of monks and magicians flew out of the camp and landed in the middle of the armies of both sides.
Divided into ten places, the formations began to be set up.
These people are all formation masters who are proficient in formations among monks and magicians. Although the forbidden barrier array to be deployed is extremely powerful, it is not a partial array.
Therefore, with these people's formation attainments, it would be obvious at a glance what the other party was up to.
Normally, this kind of restriction would take a long time to set up, but so many formation mages took action at the same time, and they did not hesitate to assist with various precious materials and some already practiced formation disks and flags.
In just a quarter of an hour, ten small magic circles glowing with white light were formed.
Immediately, the formation mages from both sides activated the formations together, and ten white light masks covering an area of 70 to 80 feet appeared between the two formations.
After checking again, these formation mages thought there were no problems, so they withdrew one after another.
And ten monks and magicians who were in the alchemy stage came up at the same time.
It just so happens that every monk and a mage jointly supervise the operation of a magic circle.
One of the Tiannan monks was a woman named Song from Luoyun Sect. (End of chapter)