Wei Zhongran is seen in Storage Pouch as a drop of amber transparent liquid.
His Divine Sense had only invaded Storage Pouch for a short while, and he already felt dizzy and tipsy. He could feel the frightening power contained in the transparent liquid.
Wei Zhongran attaches great importance to a protective object of this level given by Gu Jiuqi. It is a life-saving object at critical moments.
He is brave, but more importantly, he knows how to save his life.
Above, Li Yan and the others are already inextricably linked to the demon cultivator. Gong Chenying and the other three are now shocked to Li Yan Celestial Person.
Li Yan's speed of killing demon cultivators, even any two of them combined may not be able to catch up.
Only thirty breaths of time passed, and Li Yan killed four demon cultivators by himself, but he himself did not suffer any harm.
The three of them sometimes joined forces and sometimes faced the enemy separately, but they only killed six demons. Lin Daqiao was also injured under his arm. Although it was not fatal, the sight of the thick ribs was shocking.
"Has my junior brother been kidnapped?"
Wei Chituo was thinking, looking at Li Yan's body from the corner of his eye from time to time, trying to get some clues.
"Am I not practicing hard enough?"
Lin Daqiao was speechless. He escaped from death many times and was reborn through blood. Only then did his cultivation level advance by leaps and bounds. He thought he would be able to catch up with the Fifth Senior Brother and the others in a few years.
But Li Yan has been out for about two years and has become incredibly powerful.
"Li Yan...Golden Core Realm..."
Gong Chenying's beautiful eyes were filled with color, and she suddenly thought of the distant Tianli Clan.
At this moment, a high-pitched whistle suddenly came from below the Yinmo Cliff crack. The whistle alarmed everyone on both sides, and then a sound rolled in.
"Wangliang Sect Wei Zhongran is here, all monks leave the Yinmo Cliff crack, immediately, immediately!"
The first few words of Wei Zhongran still seemed a bit dull. They should be very deep under the crack of Yinmo Cliff, but after just a few words were spoken, the sound became clearer and clearer.
It is obvious that he is rising rapidly at an incredible speed.
Wei Zhongran's reputation is already great. Except for some small sects who didn't know about him at first, the monks from the second-rate sects and above knew about him.
For the main monks of the four major sects, those sects will keep it in mind, and at the same time warn their disciples to avoid accidentally offending each other without knowing it.
Recently, Wei Zhongran is the person in charge of Fengliang Mountain. His name is known all over the world, and more people know him than Nascent Soul Cultivator.
His voice was clearly heard by the monks fighting below the Yinmo Cliff crack, as well as the monks on the cliff and high in the air.
Fifty thousand feet high in the sky and deep in the sky, Great Master stretched out a finger with a solemn expression and pointed at a red hair in front of him.
The hair was as thick as an adult's arm. It would be more appropriate to say it looked like a huge tentacle. The slender red hairs on it fluttered regularly like seaweed.
It's heart-warming and terrifying to watch.
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As these red fluffs fluttered, ripples that only Spirit Transformation monk Divine Sense could see emanated from them, twisting the space thousands of feet around Great Master.
Thousands of feet away, Gu Jiuqi was sitting cross-legged in the void, and from time to time he would raise his palm and slap it in the void.
Every time he slapped his palm, the fingers stretched out by the red-haired Great Master would tremble, and veins would appear on his forehead.
The aura on his body surged, and then he took a step back. When his steps fell, those invisible twisted space ripples collided with his retreating figure, making a continuous sound of "chichichi".
The black robe on Great Master's body has been cut with countless small cracks, revealing the dry skin. There are some blood lines on the exposed skin that are slowly fading away.
However, as the blood line subsided, Great Master's aura became unstable.
Gu Jiuqi in the distance seemed to be in no hurry. He wanted to trap Great Master to death to prevent him from having a chance to explode.
At this moment, Great Master's brows suddenly raised, and his eyes looked downwards, as if trying to penetrate layers of fog.
"What did you do to the Second Realm Passage?"
He suddenly raised his head and looked at Gu Jiuqi. Gu Jiuqi in the distance suddenly laughed loudly, and he stood up in the laughter.
"No need to hold you back anymore, it seems we're done, it's time to put an end to the relationship between you and Desolate Moon Continent!"
Tutai was furious. He was tightly entangled by Daling, Su Changyang, and Zhantian, leaving him unable to spare any time to distract himself from other matters.
And below, with the support of Qianfangshu and the fourth-level secret realm Demon Cultivator, Devil Race's side is retreating steadily, and the building is about to be destroyed.
This was exactly the plan they had made earlier, and it was beginning to bear fruit.
Trading time for space, using the lives of the Desolate Moon Continent monks to drag down the Nanhai Demonic Cultivators who had no backup, the battle losses increased and the backup force was insufficient.
Then at the right time, he cooperated with the Nanhai monks inside and outside, and a big battle was carried out, and the number of demon cultivators and foreign monks was once again exhausted.
However, the final decisive battle was not what the commander and the others had planned. However, this time Tutai and the others came together and used all their strength to surprise Fengliang Mountain.
But this is the only strength of the surprise attack. Once it fails, they can only hide again.
If the three of them were placed in their heyday, the outcome of which one he would face is unknown.
However, these three people are now under great depletion of lifespan and their vitality has been severely damaged, but he still cannot win.
But the three of them cooperated extremely skillfully. Although they were in a hostile state before, now that the four of them, including Yuandu, have reached this state, they are invincible in this world.
Therefore, the only people who can discuss things with them are each other.
Over hundreds of years, of course, for others
The methods are quite understood, and there is no sense of stagnation when working together.
Da Ling has already cultivated to the "Little Luo Golden Body", which is not much different from the physical body of Tutai at the Demon General level.
Although his vitality was severely injured and he was no longer able to defeat him, he would not fight head-on. It was still possible to stay close to him for a while and a half.
Su Changyang was on one side, raising his palm in the air. Regardless of whether it was true or not, Tutai had to deal with it carefully, which made Tutai angry.
The old guy was just like a hedgehog, not as strong as himself, but full of poisons. He didn't recognize many of those poisons, they were endless, and he didn't dare to take them head on.
What's even more hateful is that Su Changyang sometimes raises his hands, moves his shoulders, and shakes his head with a smile on his face, but while Tutai concentrates on dealing with it, nothing happens.
"This old immortal!"
Tutai felt his teeth were itching, but he was completely helpless. The opponent was just not in peak condition, but his fighting spirit and killing methods were still there.
Otherwise, if a Nascent Soul comes, Tutai will close his eyes and let him beat him for a whole day without paying any attention, and he will destroy the opponent in a matter of seconds.??
Zhan Tian, who was farther away, was standing quietly without seeing any movement at all. A sword light flashed out from nowhere beside Tutai, like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity to poke out.
When Tutai was about to succeed when he attacked the close Dali, he had to avoid it immediately. After several rounds of attacks, Dali and the three of them held the defensive line, and Tutai was unable to break through it for a while.
The situation below was deteriorating again and again, which made Tutai, the general Devil Race, suddenly feel bad in his heart.
Both of them are actually delaying now, waiting for the outcome of the battle between Gu Jiuqi and Great Master in the Nine Heavens, who will decide the fate of the entire Desolate Moon Continent.
However, thirty breaths have passed, and no one from above has returned, which makes the four of them feel anxious.
Suddenly, a whistle came from below the Yinmo Cliff crack, followed by thunderous sounds one after another.
Tutai's expression changed drastically, and he was filled with confusion for a moment. In his Divine Sense, an unstoppable force was rising crazily from below the crack in Yinmo Cliff.
He was very familiar with this aura. It was the power of the space in the two-dimensional barrier, and it contained the aura of the "Boundary Breaking Pearl" that he was familiar with.
"Someone detonated the "Boundary Breaking Pearl" in the Yinmo Cliff crack!"
Several thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning. Yinmo Cliff Something happened below the crack. It was originally what Tutai wanted to see the most and what he wanted to do the most.
However, that voice came from monk Wangliang Sect. How could monk Wangliang Sect take the initiative to detonate a "Border Breaking Pearl"?
"Internal response? Big change?"
These two results quickly came to Tutai's mind, but then he thought of the name "Wei Zhongran".
He had seen this name many times in the battle reports. Wangliang Sect was a die-hard monk. Thinking of Wei Zhongran's identity, Toutai suddenly felt bad.
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> At the bottom of the cliff, the monks on both sides were fighting extremely fiercely. The monks on both sides had already become red-eyed. The moment they heard the sound, they all stagnated for a moment.
Following this, there were many Fengliang Mountain monks who were particularly capable. Without any hesitation at all, after forcing the enemy back with one move, they already ducked and flew upwards. This was because they subconsciously trusted Wei Zhongran.
But there are still many monks who are either unable to escape because they are entangled by demonic cultivators, or have lost their minds for some reason, and they are still chasing each other around to kill each other crazily.
However, in this situation, only two breaths have passed, and everything has completely changed.
After two breaths, a heaven-destroying aura surged out from the depths of the Yinmo Cliff crack. As this force rose, the entire Yinmo Cliff crack began to shake violently.
The green and black fog seemed to be boiling. Large rocks began to fall off the cliffs around the abyss with the huge earthquakes. The loud "rumbling" sounds were heard continuously, and there was a strong tendency for the surrounding areas to collapse and squeeze toward the center.
The screams of the monks and the crashing sound of Dharma Treasure were already drowned.
At this moment, the monks on both sides finally stopped fighting. The Fengliang Mountain monk took the opportunity to fly upwards desperately, while some of the demon cultivators stayed in place, while others took the opportunity to fly upwards. For a moment, they didn't know what happened.
That's because there are more demonic cultivators under the Yinmo Cliff cracks who will attack here at all costs today.
"Has the passage to the second realm been opened? Has Lord Demon Emperor come in person?"
"Something happened in the second realm passage?"
Many thoughts came to the mind of every demon cultivator in the thick fog under the cliff, and they were a little confused.
Therefore, some demon cultivators do not know whether to take the opportunity to attack upwards, or to risk exploring the path to the past...
Lost Continent, commonly known as the "Devil World".
There was lightning and thunder in the sky, and dark clouds were rolling in the sky like monsters with the wind. An isolated mountain peak was like a sharp sword thrust into the sky.
At this moment, a huge vortex of black, white and blue was spinning rapidly in the dark sky.
The three-color vortex has existed in the Lost Continent for tens of millions of years, and is firmly controlled by Black Devil Race. No immortal cultivation sect or Lineage is allowed to exist within a radius of 100,000 miles.
Outside there is a grand formation set up by Black Devil Race at all costs, covering everything here.
The three-color vortex spread out under the thick clouds, as large as two hundred miles, and turned so slowly.
At this time, there were neat teams of armored soldiers, both male and female, lined up on the top of Rujian Mountain. Most of these people's cultivation levels were at the level of demon soldiers. They looked up at the three-color vortex, their eyes filled with bloodlust and excitement.
The leader of the team was a demon with a powerful aura. These people were dressed in fine black armor that shone with a biting light. They also looked up at the sky.
Looking at the groups of soldiers flying into the three-color vortex from beside him, a strong fighting spirit shone deep in his eyes.
Today, they want to break through the second barrier in the three-color vortex in one fell swoop and capture Desolate Moon Continent on the other end!