The Path to Becoming Immortal

"Brothers! It's time to move on. We haven't had enough killing just now!"

"Kill them. In the previous battle of the Holy Land, those Holy Land thieves also fought us in this way!"

"Kill!!!"

"Kill!!!"

With the shouts of killing, all the countless monks hidden in the formation also merged into the illusion that was rushing towards the monks of the Holy Land.

At first glance, it was really difficult to distinguish between them.

The illusion of the monks was more powerful than the illusion of the monks of the Holy Land.

Especially the monks who had fought side by side with Ning Ping in the past, because they had a deeper understanding, the strength displayed by the illusion was also more perfect.

With the addition of the real body of the cultivator, a more tragic battle was staged again.

However, compared with the previous battle of the Holy Land, the offense and defense changed. The monks of the Holy Land were originally here to attack, but they were completely on the defensive.

Under the fearless offensive of the illusion, the monks of the Holy Land fell in groups.

However, they also distinguished that there were also cultivators hiding among them, and the strength they showed was much higher than their own.

Among them, there were also thousands of Ningjinghai scattered immortals who were mixed in with the cultivators with the help of the formation, which was like a surprise force, making the monks of the holy land unable to defend themselves.

This extremely fierce team was immediately noticed by Yu Tianxiao again.

He was hit head-on just after coming out of the space channel. He was actually very surprised. He knew a little about the scattered immortals in Ningjinghai.

Unexpectedly, those scattered immortals also came to join in the fun. Are they not afraid of the thousand-year thunder tribulation?

But now, of course, it is not the time to investigate in detail. How to deal with them is the key.

At this time, Yu Tianxiao's heart moved, and a magic that he had not used for a long time appeared in his mind.

A magic recorded in the Mitian Fenghun Dafa---Soul Sealing Thorn!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel happy and shouted immediately.

"Attention! Those who practiced the Soul Sealing Thorn, use the Soul Sealing Thorn to kill those scattered immortals!"

After hearing Yu Tianxiao's reminder, many holy land monks who practiced the Mitian Soul Sealing Great Method condensed the Soul Sealing Thorn and launched a counterattack against those scattered immortals.

For a moment, many scattered immortals were caught off guard and were hit.

This also shocked the scattered immortals, and they retreated and hid deeper to wait for an opportunity.

Fortunately, the casualties were all scattered immortals with lower cultivation, and the number was not large, most of them were just injured.

You know, the scattered immortals are all cultivators above the fusion stage, and each of them is originally strong, but they have lost their physical bodies.

In fact, they were more frightened when they were hit.

Here, seeing that the Soul Sealing Thorn worked, Yu Tianxiao was also happy.

Involuntarily thought of the former Purple Sword Elder Shi Yi, who is now Ning Ping.

Many monks in the Holy Land practiced the Great Art of Soul Sealing, and it was only with Ning Ping's full cooperation that it was successfully promoted.

Later, it was used to play a miraculous effect when dealing with the demons, and this made the promotion of this technique almost unimpeded.

Thinking that after practicing the Great Art of Soul Sealing, the seeds of the law will condense in the body of the monk, Yu Tianxiao's heart was also hot.

But then, he frowned. You must know that the Holy Land is not in charge at the moment, and there is a mountain called the Holy Lord above his head.

In any case, it can be regarded as solving a big problem at the moment, and it is also a great achievement.

But he was too happy too early. Even if those scattered immortals withdrew, the rolling army of monks' phantoms also made the monks of the Holy Land retreat step by step.

The monks' phantoms don't know what fear is, and with the real monks mixed in them, how can they resist it?

So the entire periphery of the battle, the monks of the Holy Land fell one after another, and were completely submerged in a pool of blood.

The monks of the Holy Land, who had never experienced such a tragic battle, were also quietly panicked and finally collapsed.

"Ah~! We can't beat the other side..."

"I don't want to die..."

Many monks turned their heads and retreated in fear.

As more and more people fled, they rolled back to the camp of the monks of the Holy Land like a wave.

Seeing this, Yu Tianxiao's heart was cold again, and his heart shook violently, and a bad omen rose.

The scene of the reversing bead curtain in the previous battle of the Holy Land suddenly appeared in his mind.

It was a figure covered in blood, unfolding a powerful sword formation, wantonly killing everyone he saw.

As a result, the monks of the Holy Land began to collapse, and then the defeated crowd collided with the crowd behind them, causing chaos, and finally died together under the attack behind them.

"Hold on, don't run back!" Thinking of this, Yu Tianxiao immediately exclaimed, and then turned his head to order some other high-level monks.

"Quickly stop those people in front from fleeing..."

Some high-level holy land monks also saw the bad signs, especially some people who had participated in the holy land war before, and they were even more terrified.

"Those who flee will die!"

"Stop where you are, don't retreat!"

Screams continued to explode around.

However, in the face of life and death, only a very small number of people stopped, but they were immediately turned into a pool of meat paste under the attack.

As a result, every holy land monk who fled backwards hated that he had one less leg, and rushed back in even more fear.

The immortals who had retreated under restraint due to the sudden soul-sealing thorns came back again and vented their anger.

The entire camp of the holy land monks fell into chaos in an instant.

The fleeing monks had no idea of ​​resisting at all. They collided with the people who were ready to take action in the back, which made their fighting spirit quickly collapse.

The panic spread to the entire camp, and the central area was crowded with people.

Everyone also had no fighting spirit, and screams and scolding filled the entire space.

The whole battle turned into a one-sided massacre at this moment.

"It's over!"

Seeing this, Yu Tianxiao felt sad and cold from head to toe.

"Elder Yu! Why don't you retreat! This can reduce some losses!"

Looking at the tribesmen who were being slaughtered, some elders finally couldn't stand it anymore and looked at Yu Tianxiao with a begging face.

Yu Tianxiao looked around with a cold face, but did not reply, as if he was trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart.

"Elder Yu, retreat! If they drag on, they will all die!"

"Elder Yu..."

The voices of persuasion surrounded Yu Tianxiao and rang in his ears, accompanied by a series of reluctant looks.