Mortal's journey to immortality

Time slipped away quietly.

Half a day later, there were only ten seventh- and eighth-level red apes left in the Red Ape clan. However, at this time, they were completely confused, as if they didn’t know where they were or why they were fighting. They were covered in blood, and their bodies were full of blood. They had different wounds, their faces were expressionless, and they stood upright in the sea of ​​blood, staring blankly at the four nearby battlefields that were surrounded by tens of thousands of blood skeletons.

The Feng Yan Sect also suffered heavy losses, with only eight mid-stage Nascent Soul strong men left. They had haggard faces and less than 10% of their mana. They looked at the four battlefields together with ten strong men from the Red Ape clan.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom"

With four loud noises in succession, tens of thousands of blood skeletons finally turned into dust under the powerful magical powers of the four ape madmen, and no more blood bubbles emerged from the sea of ​​blood.

Because the sea of ​​blood at this time was no longer called the sea of ​​blood. It became a transparent puddle with a radius of a hundred miles and a depth of half an inch. The inverted bowl-shaped aperture in the sky also disappeared. Soon, the water that was half an inch deep disappeared. There was no trace, as if nothing had happened.

Three miles away from them were more than 200 Nascent Soul monks led by Yao Jun, Yao Sheng, Zhang Huaiyuan and Li Rongyou, and 105 monks with varying levels of middle and late Jindan cultivation.

They quietly looked at the camp of the remaining twenty-two monks and the Red Ape.

"Hahahaha..." A long laugh came.

Chen Yufeng, whose clothes were torn and with numerous wounds all over his body, leaped thirty feet away from the human race.

"Cough!" He patted his chest with his hand, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

He looked at the enemy not far away with a smile, and said in a very calm tone: "I am Chen Yufeng, the master of the Fifteenth Hall of Feng Yan Sect. Until now, I believe that I am still upright, behave upright, and stand upright. I am convinced that I have lost this battle. After hearing that Yaojun is the ancestor of Tianyao, Tianyao Valley is the most likely to be the first person to hit the stage of divine transformation. I am sorry, I want to save my fellow Taoists from the Red Ape clan and those who left with hatred. My fellow disciples of this sect will ask you, Taoist Lord Yao, for some advice and revenge for them. Even if I lose to you, I will die with integrity. However, if I accidentally take your life, Lord Yao, then I will go If you go to hell, you can tell them the good news and let them die a worthy death. Although we have almost become your prisoners and are not qualified to make any demands, dogs will jump over walls when they are anxious, and rabbits will bite when they are anxious. The big deal The fish is dead and the net is broken. I believe that with our strength, we can still do it by pulling in a few people to support us before we die. What do you think, Fellow Taoist Lord Yao?"

"What a fair and aboveboard person. Apart from the different ideas and pursuits between you and me, you and I can definitely talk about the wine. Since we are on the battlefield, we must distinguish ourselves and determine life and death. I agree with you." In the Seventh Sect. When the monk was about to admonish Lord Yao, Lord Yao leaped five feet away from Chen Yufeng.

The battle between the two ended very quickly. In the end, Yaojun relied on his advantage of waiting for work and his superior skills to send Chen Yufeng, a respected opponent, to the underworld, and let him die in an honorable battle between the two clans.

The ensuing battle was completely one-sided. The Seven Sects did not leave any chance to the Ape Crazy people. Under the leadership of the four great monks Yao Jun and Zhang Huaiyuan, everyone completely killed the Red Ape clan and the remaining monks of the Feng Yan Sect. Almost exhausted.

Chopping the grass does not remove the roots, but the spring breeze blows and regenerates.

In this battle, the Seven Sects and various large and small sects in the south lost 6,895 golden elixir-stage disciples who had been carefully cultivated. Most of them reached fourth-level elixirs and above, and they had full hope of reaching the Nascent Soul stage.

The Yuanying Stage monks suffered heavy losses, with nearly 500 Yuanying Stage strongmen, and many of the Yuanying Stage strongmen were the leaders or supreme elders of some small and medium-sized sects, especially those of small and medium-sized sects. After losing the mainstay in the sect, it will quickly decline and become an inconspicuous speck of dust, disappearing from the world of immortality.

All the remaining people, whether they are Nascent Soul powerhouses or Golden Core monks, are almost seriously injured. If they cannot recover from their injuries in time, most of them will stay in the same place as they are today until the day they die. , will not go any further, and the journey of cultivating immortality will stop here and come to an abrupt end.

The four Yaojuns all know that although the decisive battle in their central battlefield begins last, it ends first. This is almost the same as the plan set by the ancestors. However, if the remaining one hundred and five golden elixir-stage disciples are included, With them, through the previous fights side by side, they have become unbearable.

Yao Jun looked at the remaining one hundred and five golden elixir-level disciples. Those who could survive the monstrous sea of ​​​​blood formation, regardless of their character, talent, luck, skills, magical powers, physical strength, and spiritual consciousness, all The best choice, even if they have won the central battlefield, there are still four battles to come. Who can guarantee that they can survive in the four battles?

Yao Jun looked at these one hundred and five disciples one by one. Almost everyone's complexion was livid, their aura was very unstable, but they exuded a bright and firm gaze.

He saw several core disciples of his sect’s Golden Core Stage, Xu Kui, who was as handsome as a demon in the Dream Sect’s Puppet Hall, Zhu Ning who was wearing a broken purple dress from the Lingyu Sect, he saw the Blood Prison, Qingling Mountain, Disciples from Baiyun Temple, Tianlei Sect, Fengsha Temple, Cangtian Sect, Qingxuan Sect... dozens of other large and small sects in the south.

"Let them go back. I believe that after this battle, even if our side is defeated, they will be the fire that we retain. I believe they will carry the banner of resisting the demon clan in the south and confine the demon clan in the vast sea to prevent all life from being destroyed. ." Zhang Huaiyuan saw Yaojun's mood and thoughts and said to him through a message.

At the same time, Yao Jun also looked at Yao Sheng and Li Rongyou. From their eyes, Yao Jun understood their moods.

Yao Jun took a step forward and first looked at the more than two hundred Yuanying stage masters. Without thinking, he waved a thousand milky white jade bottles from the storage ring. With a wave of his hands, three Yuanying stage monks appeared in front of them. A jade bottle.

Without thinking, they all took out a snow-white elixir the size of a long eye from the jade bottle, swallowed it without hesitation, and put away the other two jade bottles at the same time.

If Wang Lu were here, he would definitely be extremely shocked. A thousand Green Dragon Resurrection Pills are too outrageous.

"Okay, I'll give you half a day and a night to refine this elixir. After that, life or death will depend on your own destiny." Yao Jun said with a solemn expression.

There were still more than three hundred jade bottles floating in the air. Yao Jun raised his hand, and two jade bottles appeared in front of each Jindan monk, but everyone was quietly waiting for Yao Jun's arrangements.

"Accept the jade bottle and go to the Bloody Battle City. After recovering a little, you will leave far away. When you leave, you must remember today's battle. Whether it is the four of us or more than two hundred people who are taller than you. They who are in a great realm will buy enough time for you. Okay, go back. I believe that you will be able to make the same decision as we did today." Yao Jun said with a hint of calmness.

One hundred and five golden elixir stage monks, including Xu Kui, couldn't help but reveal a heartfelt respect and reluctance for their elders after hearing Yao Lord's words.

However, none of them said anything because they no longer knew what to say. Only Yaojun's simple and calm narration was deeply engraved in their hearts and engraved in their bone marrow.

In this way, one hundred and five of them left the central battlefield under the complicated eyes of four great monks and more than two hundred Nascent Soul stage powerhouses.