In the mysterious and dark abyss, several monks in the human foundation-building period are caught in an unprecedented life and death crisis.
The abyss is shrouded in a strange dark atmosphere all year round, as if it is an abyss connecting death and despair.
At this moment, several human monks looked solemn. They stood back to back and watched vigilantly at the dozen or so Netherworld monks who were gradually approaching.
These human monks wore robes of various colors, some of which still had traces of previous battles and were stained with blood.
They held the magic weapon tightly in their hands, and their eyes revealed perseverance and determination.
They were originally monks stationed in Fang City around Mingyuan City, and they had received the order to retreat as early as a month ago.
Unfortunately, at that time, under the leadership of a senior in the Nascent Soul stage, a precious defense material was being collected from the outside world, so it had to be delayed for several days.
Unexpectedly, after a few days of delay, they were overtaken by the monks of the Ming Ling clan, and had to retreat while fighting.
And that senior in the Nascent Soul stage also lured away a large number of monks from the Nether Spirit clan for their safety.
Otherwise, they would have been killed long ago.
The monks of the Ming Ling clan exuded a gloomy aura, and their bodies seemed to be integrated with the darkness of the Ming Abyss.
Their skin showed a strange gray color, and their eyes shone with a faint blue light, like demons from hell.
The leader of the Mingling clan monk is tall, with blood-like eyes and a single horn on his head, exuding an extremely sinister and evil aura.
"Hmph, human monks, you can't escape today!"
The leader of the Mingling clan sneered and said, his voice like a sharp thorn, making people shudder.
"Don't even think about it! We human monks will never give in!"
A human monk glared angrily, the long sword floating in front of him flashing with cold light.
In an instant, black rays of light shot towards the human monks like sharp arrows, and the surrounding monks from the Netherworld clan who had been waiting for a long time rushed forward.
The human monks quickly cast spells to resist, and colorful lights intertwined and flickered in the abyss.
A human monk formed a seal with his hands and uttered one word: "Shield!"
In an instant, a huge light shield appeared in front of him, blocking the incoming black light and dissipating into firelight.
However, the attacks of the Mingling clan did not stop, and more black light came like a tide.
Another human monk made a hand seal, and the flying swords in mid-air turned into dense sword shadows, emitting bright light.
The shadow of the sword flickered, striking at the Mingling clan monks like bolts of lightning.
The monks of the Ming Ling clan fled one after another, but some were still hit by the sword shadow and screamed in pain.
In the fierce battle, Lin Feng's originally resolute eyes became a little serious at this time.
He was wearing a cyan robe, making secrets with one hand, and his long sword was like a flexible dragon, moving freely among the monks of the Ming Ling clan.
Every time he swung his sword, he could bring up a fierce sword energy, which made the monks of the Ming Ling clan dare not approach easily.
The most terrifying thing is that the flying sword seems to be a spiritual weapon, emitting blue electric light.
Each attack could chop the body of a Mingling clan monk into pieces, and screams continued to sound.
In the underworld, thunder-attribute spells are a natural nemesis for the underworld monks!
On the other side, there was a female monk in a red robe, which attracted seven or eight monks from the Nether Spirit clan to surround and kill her.
She has a graceful figure, long hair, and a pair of peach blossom eyes that are full of murderous intent.
But she saw two tiny bells wrapped around her hands, like crystals.
Every time he chanted and shook, the bell made a crisp sound.
In an instant, with her as the center, bursts of special sound waves spread out at a speed visible to the naked eye, shrouding the surrounding Netherworld monks.
There was a monk from the Nether Spirit clan who couldn't resist, and immediately screamed and was torn to pieces by the sound wave.
The number of monks from the Netherworld clan surrounding her was the largest, but she was under the least pressure.
"Fellow Taoist Lin Feng, be careful!"
Su Yao suddenly shouted, and saw a monk from the Ningling clan sneaking up on Lin Feng from behind, opening his mouth and shooting out a black light.
Lin Feng reacted quickly and dodged sideways to avoid the attack.
Then, he used his backhand sword to stab the attacking monk from the Ming Ling clan. The monk from the Ming Ling clan was unable to dodge and was stabbed by Lin Feng's sword, letting out a scream.
Lin Feng's eyes narrowed at this time, and he shouted subconsciously: "Fellow Taoist Su Yao, get out of the way!"
In mid-air, a dark fire crow suddenly fell from the sky, opened its two huge claws and grabbed Su Yao.
"Buzz...!"
Weird fluctuations sounded, and a fiery red hairpin inserted in Su Yao's rich hair suddenly emitted a fierce light, forming a protective shield to protect her firmly in it.
The Dark Fire Crow's claws grasped the protective shield, and immediately emitted a burst of intense flame light.
"Ah! I am no match for you! Get out quickly!"
"This place is less than a hundred miles away from Abyss City. If you hold on for another quarter of an hour... ah!"
"Fellow Taoist, help me...!"
However, although the human monks resisted vigorously, they were at a disadvantage in numbers and gradually became unable to hold on.
The attacks of the Mingling monks became more and more fierce, and the human monks were constantly injured.
Several human monks died under the attack of the Ming Ling clan. Their bodies fell to the ground, and their blood stained the land of Ming Abyss red.
"Damn the Ming Ling Clan!"
A human monk shouted angrily. His body was covered with wounds and blood was constantly flowing out.
"We can't sit still and wait for death, we must find a way to break out!" someone shouted again.
The human monks fought while retreating, and the situation was very fierce.
They continued to use spells and swordsmanship, trying to resist the attacks of the monks of the Nether Spirit clan.
However, the monks of the Ming Ling clan pursued them closely and did not give them any chance to breathe.
In the fierce battle, the physical strength and magic power of the human monks were gradually exhausted.
People kept dying, and the remaining human monks had to get together.
"Fellow Taoists! I have taken the first step!"
At this moment, an old man suddenly shouted.
However, he saw that his face was red, and he suddenly cut off his right arm, turning it into a huge bloody mist, shrouding himself in it.
In an instant, the bloody figure turned into a bolt of lightning and quickly flew into the distance.
Another person didn't say anything, and his whole body was spinning rapidly, the breeze flickered, and he teleported a hundred feet away in an instant.
The treasure of teleportation!
Behind this person, there must be a Nascent Soul cultivator to help him.
In an instant, the formation that could still be maintained could no longer hold up, and several more people were killed.
"Fellow Taoist Su Yao! You leave quickly, I will stay to break up the queen!"
Lin Feng retreated to Su Yao and shouted loudly.
Su Yao's eyebrows stood up and she said angrily: "I, the monk in Xingxiu Hai, have never escaped from the battlefield. If you want to leave, you can leave!"
"Su Yao...this is not the time to show off!"
"Show off?"
Su Yao waved her hands violently, and a large ball of miserable green light suddenly flashed out, turning into huge green skeletons in the air, forcing several monks of the Nether Spirit clan back.
"When did Wuzhuang Mountain appear like you, a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death?"
"You...!"
Just as the two were entangled, the monks from the Ming Ling clan surrounded them again.
Lin Feng clenched his fists tightly, with determination in his eyes.
“If you keep the green hills, you won’t have to worry about running out of firewood!”
"But..."
He took a deep breath and poured all the mana in his body into the flying sword.
The long sword suddenly gave off a dazzling light, as if there was a powerful force surging in it.
"This is my last resort. Even if I die, I will drag a few monks from the Nether Spirit clan to support me!" Lin Feng said through gritted teeth. "Boom!"
In an instant, the flying sword emitted huge fluctuations of spiritual energy.
At the same time, a giant glazed tower suddenly flashed out from the flying sword, fell from the sky, and hit the ground hard.
"Five-star Glazed Tower!"
"The most precious treasure of Wuzhuang Mountain!"
"That's a shadow!"
Amid the exclamations, the five-star glazed tower finally killed seven or eight monks from the Nether Spirit clan, and then slowly dissipated.
Another human monk took out a mysterious magic weapon.
This magical weapon is a small jade bottle, which is engraved with mysterious runes. The human monk opened the jade bottle, and a powerful force poured out from the jade bottle.
"This is a magic weapon inherited from my family. Let it exert its maximum power today!"
The mana surged, and the jade bottle suddenly rose into the sky. Taking advantage of the gap between the Five-Star Glazed Tile Tower to dissipate, it instantly transformed into a huge jade bottle.
An extremely strong suction force came from the jade bottle.
Several monks from the Nether Spirit Clan were unable to dodge and were immediately attracted by the jade bottle, unable to move.
Seeing this, Su Yao immediately controlled the green poisonous mist and rushed forward to kill it.
At the same time, in the wasteland only one mile away from here, Bai Zhirui's figure was slowly approaching, hidden by Zheng Yi's spiritual thoughts.
"Master, the time is almost up, do we want to take action?"
"Yeah."
Zheng Yi reminded: "It is better to provide icing on the cake than to provide help when the time is right. I will not let you take action in advance just for this time."
"These monks are in a state of death and suddenly receive your help. Although they will not trust you 100%, they will not doubt you."
"Let's do it, my teacher can help you."
"Yes, Master!"
At this time, Lin Feng and the other three people, who were surrounded by the monks of the Ming Ling clan, were once again in trouble.
Although the three men's backhand killed most of the Nether Spirit Clan monks, there were still seven or eight Nether Spirit Clan monks left who surrounded and killed them.
Just when the three of them were filled with despair and prepared to self-destruct the magic weapon.
Suddenly, a white light shot from a distance. The figure was extremely fast and arrived at the center of the battlefield in an instant.
"Reinforcements?!" Su Yao shouted in surprise.
"Boom!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a huge white lotus shadow suddenly appeared in the sky and slowly fell down.
The figures of the several monks from the Nether Spirit clan who were rushing to kill seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force and could not move.
"No! What kind of spell is this?"
The leader of the Mingling clan shouted in horror.
"Divinity?! What a powerful divine thought!"
"Is it a human race Yuanying Stage monk? No...!"
Bai Zhirui ignored the panic of the leader of the Mingling clan. She muttered words and formed a complicated handprint in her hand.
His eyes suddenly opened, and an extremely powerful golden light surged out of them.
Zheng Yi, who was in the Yin Yang Treasure Mirror, also had a spiritual thought at this time, and it spread out with Bai Zhirui's spiritual thoughts.
As her handprints changed, the golden light became stronger and stronger.
"The fragrance is heavy, and the world has changed."
"The white lotus comes to the world, take pity on our people!"
"The common people are full of resentment, and the immortals and gods are useless."
"No birth mother, empty hometown!!!"
"Buzz...!"
In an instant, the white lotus shadow that originally suppressed many Netherworld monks instantly transformed into a golden lotus and smashed down hard.
"Ah...!"
"Human Nascent Soul!"
"Run away!"
Panic sounds came from the mouths of the monks of the Nether Spirit clan, but what followed was endless golden light covering the earth.
The few remaining monks of the Nether Spirit clan were instantly reduced to ashes under the shroud of light.
Even the leading monk, whose cultivation reached the late stage of Foundation Establishment, could not withstand the penetration of this golden divine thought and instantly turned into ashes.
"The White Lotus Eternal Life Sect! How come there are people from the White Lotus Eternal Life Sect here!"
"Damn it...haven't all the people from the White Lotus Eternal Life Sect gone to that place? Why..."
"Don't care who she is, she saved us, help!"
The remaining Lin Feng and others were overjoyed. Reinforcements suddenly arrived in the mortal realm. How could they not be excited? They all used their last resort to fight back.
Under the counterattack of several people, the remaining monks of the Ming Ling clan gradually became unable to resist.
After more than ten breaths, all the monks of the Ming Ling clan were killed and turned into ashes!
After the battle, the three of them sat on the ground exhausted.
Their bodies were covered with wounds, and their robes were stained red with blood.
However, there was a joy of victory in their eyes.
But even so, Su Yao still struggled to get up and walked towards Bai Zhirui.
"Xingxiuhai monk Su Yao, thank you fellow Taoist for your help!"
The remaining two people also came over.
"Wuzhuang Mountain Lin Feng, thank you fellow Taoist for your help!"
Lin Feng said, looking at Bai Zhirui's handsome and beautiful face, especially her pair of eyes that were still emitting golden light at this time, his heart skipped a beat.
The last person was an old man in his sixties.
His injuries were final, his face was pale, and his orifices were even bleeding, but he was respectful at this time.
"I'm in the Wu Kingdom. I'm staying at the Wu family in Bishan, Wu Shouyi. Thank you fellow Taoist for your help."
Under Zheng Yi's secret instructions, Bai Zhirui said: "I am Bai Zhirui, a casual cultivator who has met all of my colleagues."
"Rogue cultivator?"
Su Yao took the lead and said: "Looking at the spells cast by fellow Taoists, it seems to be the 'Straight of the Incarnation of the Holy Mother' of the White Lotus Eternal Life Sect. Why do you think you are a casual cultivator when you come from a large family?"
"And the surname Bai... is only qualified for the saints and saints of the White Lotus Eternal Life Sect or their descendants. I don't know if there is..."
Bai Zhirui smiled lightly and said: "This sister has good eyesight. In fact, my father is Bai Cangmu, the elder of the Bailian Eternal Life Sect. Unfortunately, my father unfortunately died on the Jueling Island. My sister, I was also born on the Jueling Island."
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"For all these years, my father has never officially accepted me into the sect, so I can only call myself a casual cultivator."
"Elder of the White Lotus Eternal Life Sect, Bai Cangmu?"
"The most beautiful island!"
Wu Shouyi suddenly said: "I know this senior. It is said that he suddenly disappeared a hundred years ago, and the black jade lake where he was stationed seemed to disappear out of thin air."
"At that time, the monks in Mingyuan City thought that Senior Bai had been assassinated by the Mingling Clan's God-Transforming Overhaul, but he didn't expect that he was actually sucked into the Land of Absolute Spirits!"
Lin Feng said with an eager tone: "That is to say, Fellow Daoist Bai, are you going to return to the White Lotus Eternal Life Sect now?"
"Yes."
"Oh, that's such a pity. Most of the monks of the White Lotus Eternal Life Sect are not in Abyss City, and there is only one deacon stationed at the White Lotus Eternal Life Sect's headquarters in Abyss City."
"If Fellow Daoist Bai is willing, I am willing to take you back to Abyss City."
"Well, thank you very much, Brother Lin Feng~" (End of Chapter)