Family Cultivation: True Dragon Immortal Tree

Half an hour later, the four fourth-grade and nineteen third-grade warships of the Ye family slowly took off, and under the cover of night, they rushed towards the direction of the Luoxia Mountains.

Ye Changsheng stood on the bridge of the main ship, looking at the starry sky in the distance, thinking about the next plan in his mind.

However, just after the Ye family's fleet left the base, a rapid communication light suddenly fell into Ye Changsheng's hands.

He unfolded it and his face changed slightly.

"Emergency military order! Ye Changsheng, listen to the order, your unit will immediately change course and rush to the Tianling Sect base at full speed!"

The voice from the communication jade talisman was a little anxious and severe.

"Rush to the Tianling Sect?"

Ye Changsheng frowned, and his doubts became even greater.

Hasn't the Tianling Sect been breached by the monsters? Why does the alliance want them to rush to help?

He immediately asked about the source of the communication talisman and soon got a reply.

It turned out that just now, a large number of demon beasts suddenly broke through the front line of the human cultivators' army, stabbing into the hinterland like a sharp knife, and their target was the ruined Tianling Sect's base!

This news surprised Ye Changsheng a little, but he soon realized that this might be a strategy of the demon beasts to lure the human cultivators into the encirclement.

However, since the alliance had issued an order, he had to obey it.

He immediately ordered the fleet to change course and move at full speed in the direction of the Tianling Sect.

At the same time, he noticed that warships from other sects kept passing in the sky, and they had obviously received the same order.

As they went deeper, the bloody smell in the air became stronger and stronger. In the night sky in the distance, dazzling spiritual light and deafening explosions flashed from time to time, indicating that a fierce battle was going on.

When the Ye family's fleet finally arrived near the Tianling Sect's base, the scene in front of them made all of them gasp.

The once glorious and magnificent Tianling Sect has now completely turned into a purgatory on earth. The ruins were ruined, the smoke filled the air, and countless monsters surged like a tide, fighting a desperate battle with the human monks who came to support them.

The light of various spells intertwined into a gorgeous and cruel scene, the clanging of spiritual weapons, the roar of monsters, the roar of monks, and the roar of explosions, all gathered into a heart-pounding symphony of death.

Ye Changsheng immediately ordered the fleet to join the battle, but did not let them rush into the center of the beast tide rashly. Instead, he chose to cruise around the periphery and use the spiritual cannons on the warships to attack the monsters from a distance.

Soon, an elder wearing a fifth-level sect costume found Ye Changsheng and incorporated them into a battle formation consisting of four fifth-level warships.

The four fourth-level superior warships of the Ye family were also requisitioned to the front as firepower supplements for the battle formation.

Ye Changsheng accepted the order respectfully on the surface, but sneered in his heart.

He did not intend to let the monks of the Ye family take too much risk, but only let them participate in the battle symbolically. Preserving their strength was the most important thing.

The battle was extremely fierce, and both sides were bloodthirsty. Countless spiritual cannons roared, pouring down like raindrops on the monsters, blowing up blood and flesh.

The monsters were not to be outdone, and various long-range attack methods emerged one after another. Even some monsters that were good at flying tried to rush onto the warships, but they were all shot down by the monks.

Ye Changsheng stood on the bridge, calmly observing the situation on the battlefield, and issued some insignificant orders from time to time.

He noticed that although the number of human monks was large, the number of monsters was even larger, and there were many powerful ones among them.

The fierce battle lasted a whole day, from early morning to dusk, and both sides paid a heavy price.

Many warships of the human monks were destroyed, and the corpses of the monsters were piled up like mountains, dyeing the ground dark red.

Just as the human cultivators were gradually feeling exhausted, a deafening roar suddenly came from the depths of the monster group, and then a terrifying pressure instantly enveloped the entire battlefield.

A huge bird slowly rose from the monster group, its feathers shining with a cold luster like steel, and its wings spread out for dozens of feet. It was the sixth-level monster - the Sky-Splitting Golden Eagle!

The appearance of the Sky-Splitting Golden Eagle instantly turned the tide of the battle.

It made a sharp cry, piercing the sky like a sword, and countless monsters seemed to have received orders and began to retreat in an organized manner.

Although the human cultivators wanted to chase, the Sky-Splitting Golden Eagle was too powerful. Its random attack could destroy several warships, and no one dared to approach easily.

In the end, with the help of the Sky-Splitting Golden Eagle, about half of the monsters successfully retreated, leaving behind corpses all over the ground and a messy battlefield.

Although the human cultivators won, they also paid a huge price.

Countless monks fell, warships were severely damaged, and the entire battlefield was filled with a tragic atmosphere.

Because the Ye family's fleet had always been on the periphery and mainly relied on long-range attacks, the losses were relatively small. Only two third-level top-grade warships were damaged in the battle, and the casualties were negligible.

Ye Changsheng looked at the devastated battlefield, but his heart did not fluctuate at all.

He just silently calculated the gains and losses of this battle and the next plan.

Time flies, like the spiritual cannon whizzing past on the battlefield, in a blink of an eye, five years have passed quietly.

These five years, for the human monks fighting in the entire Dayuan Xiuxian Alliance, are five years of bloody battles and forging ahead.

For Ye Changsheng and the Ye family, it was a five-year period of accumulation and development.

During these five years, Ye Changsheng always kept in mind the principle of preserving strength, but he was never vague when facing the orders of the alliance.

He led the Ye family fleet to various battlefields and fought desperate battles with monsters again and again.

His command was steady and sophisticated, and he could always complete the task to the maximum extent and obtain military merits while ensuring the safety of the Ye family cultivators.

One million and three hundred thousand!

This is not just a number, but also a proof of the bloody battles of the Ye family in the past five years, and a medal for wandering on the edge of life and death countless times.

With such a huge military exploit, Ye Changsheng's status in the alliance has also risen, and he has obtained more resources and voice.

And under the baptism of this continuous war, the cultivators of the Ye family have also ushered in a booming development.

At first, the Ye family had only a few elders in the Purple Mansion period, but today, five years later, this number has grown to twelve!

Among them, there are both naturally gifted clansmen who have broken through bottlenecks, and cultivators who have accumulated a lot of experience and made great achievements after experiencing life and death on the battlefield.

Every new Purple Mansion has injected new vitality into the Ye family and made Ye Changsheng more confident in the alliance.

Of course, the cruelty of war is also reflected in casualties.