Dachong Mountain, this originally isolated area of ​​immortal cultivation, just recently got rid of a group of Blood Knife Guards from Wantu Clan.

Thanks to the efforts of Alliance Leader Jiang and the major forces of Chongshan League, they finally managed to buy Dachongshan some precious time before the war.

But recently, a large number of foreign monks dressed in strange clothes suddenly appeared in a city on the border of Dachong Mountain.

They were all wearing gray hooded robes, which looked like a kind of camouflage clothing typical of the wasteland.

But when we arrived at the Dachong Mountains with clear water and green mountains, this kind of dress seemed a bit out of place.

This group of people spoke with the same accent, had the same skin color and hair color, and were obviously monks from the same place.

They started out with only three or five hundred of them, but as time went on, more and more gathered together.

However, after about ten days, the number of people had reached an astonishing number of over 9,000.

A small local sect was so frightened that it packed up and left overnight.

They were afraid that this group of monks would attack them.

The Chongshan League could not sit idly by when faced with such a large number of monks, and tried several times to send people to negotiate with them.

But this group of people were extremely vigilant, and every time the envoys of Chongshan League came, they would often become tense. They were also unwilling to have any communication.

This group of people may have bad intentions, and this conclusion was quickly reached during the Chongshan meeting.

Then more warship monks were dispatched here. Now is a sensitive period. These guys have invaded Dachong Mountain without permission. If they still refuse to cooperate, don't blame the monks of Dachong Mountain, where the people are simple and honest, for using violence.

In other words, no real masters were found among them. The strongest ones were just a few Nascent Souls, and all of them were injured. They didn't look like a force that could cause big trouble.

If only one of them could achieve divine enlightenment, the Chongshan League would be filled with truth under the gunfire.

"Brother Shixie, are we really going to attack Dachongshan? If we do that, won't we be the same as the people from Wantumen?"

"I don't want to bring the pain of war to innocent people."

At this time, a group of monks from Luanshiling requisitioned the best room in the town. All of them, monks above the Jindan stage, gathered inside and were discussing something. The faces of most of the people present were branded with a special mark, which was a little trick left by the Wantu Sect on them.

In fact, the various marks could have been shot on other parts of the body, but when the Wantumen people deliberately humiliated him, they were all branded on his face.

"Humph, the same as the people from Wantu Clan? We can't do that, the same as the people from Wantu Clan."

"That group of guys only left us this magic weapon. What can we use to fight against the people from Dachongshan?"

There was a young man in the crowd who was still considering the morality of invading others and was distressed by the blood that was about to stain his hands.

But a Nascent Soul cultivator next to him casually threw a yellow-grade mid-level magic weapon that was damaged in many places onto the table.

They were a group of low-ranking cultivators, and it was already great that Wantu Clan could spare their lives. All the belongings on them had already been looted clean.

Using them like cannon fodder is like giving them a bunch of the worst scrap metal.

If it wasn't the worst yellow-grade, low-quality magic weapon, there weren't many in stock, and they wouldn't even give us these few damaged yellow-grade, mid-quality magic weapons.

Now, among these more than 9,000 people, more than half of the monks only have a few talismans in their hands.

When the casual cultivators saw this poor appearance, they would secretly wipe away their tears.

Then look at the flying boats floating in the air outside, and the large number of Shushan sword practitioners flying overhead from time to time.

They were all injured and had no medicine to treat them. Even their lives were not enough to fight against the others.

This group of demoted cultivators from Luanshiling had no magic weapons, no elixirs, no logistics, and no support, but the most terrifying thing was that they had no commander at all.

A group of people came here like lost dogs, without even a complete formation along the way.

They traveled in scattered groups and then reunited in this small border town.

They didn’t know how to hide, and no one told them that they needed to disguise themselves.

It is obviously impossible for such an amazing and suffocating team to defeat Dachongshan.

The Wantu Clan had not had such expectations in the first place; they just wanted to use this group of demoted cultivators to test Dachongshan's strength once again.

"Fight, we must fight!"

"If we don't fight our relatives and friends, they will be in danger, so no matter how difficult the battle is, we have to fight!"

The general among the short men, the cultivator known as Brother Stone Scorpion, was originally a relatively famous businessman in Black Stone City. He traded materials from wasteland monsters all year round. His prices were fair, his friends were wide, and his strength was also quite strong.

So when this group of people reunited in Dachong Mountain, they began to secretly regard him as the leader.

After he asked everyone to be quiet, he expressed his opinion.

This made an inconspicuous monk standing in the corner nod with satisfaction.

In fact, there were always people from Wantu Clan watching them, and those with the highest cultivation and reputation among them also knew this.

They were being watched, and if they behaved inappropriately in any way, the Wantumen would slaughter the remaining captives without hesitation.

So they could only follow Wantumen's wishes and lead the monks of Luanshiling to Dachong Mountain.

"But we won't be a match for them in a head-on battle, so once I give the order, everyone use the escape technique to escape."

"Everyone, disguise yourself in groups of three, hide inside the Great Chong Mountain, and then slowly destroy it!"

"As long as we achieve certain results, we will have the bargaining chips to negotiate with Wantumen and ask them to release our relatives, teachers and friends."

When everyone heard this, they thought that although the plan was not very strict, it was much better than having no plan at all.

Unfortunately, when they finished discussing countermeasures and went out, they found that they had been caught in a dragnet.

Four huge walls were erected around the city at some point, extending deep into the underground, cutting off all their escape routes.

Now we are really caught in a jar.

"Still... we are one step too late. Brothers from Luanshi Ridge! Let's fight! Let's get out!"

"Kill them!"

There were more than 9,000 of them, and at this moment their hearts were filled with despair.

One by one, they drew out the low-level yellow magic weapons or tattered talismans in their hands, and rushed towards the flying boats and warships in the air with roars.

It’s just that because their magic weapons are so poor, their flying speed is so slow that it’s speechless.

Flying in the sky at this speed, what's the difference between that and a living target? They didn't die in the battle to defend their homeland, but unexpectedly died here. They can only hope that after their death, Wantumen will keep its promise and release the other prisoners.

However, given the behavior of evil sects like Wantumen, the probability of such a thing happening is too low.

Seeing this group of monks launching an attack, the flying boats of the Chongshan Alliance in the sky also lit up with spiritual lights. With just one order, they could inflict heavy losses on this group of monks.

Hmm~

However, at this moment, a very penetrating horn sound came from a distance.

Hearing the familiar horn sound, the monks of Luanshiling immediately stopped what they were doing, floated in the air and looked towards the direction where the sound came from.

A normal person wouldn't seek death like this for no reason, so after thinking it over again and again, they decided to wait and see what happens.

Not long after, a few black dots appeared in the distant sky. Then more and more black dots appeared, and the number easily reached four or five thousand.

The fleet in the air immediately became nervous and turned their guns to be alert.

The group of cultivators from the Stone Ridge below were staring at that place closely, their expressions filled with excitement and disbelief.

It was not until the more than 5,000 black shadows came closer that I could see clearly that this group of guys looked even more miserable than the group of demoted cultivators below.

They were ragged and covered with wounds, and nearly half of them were disabled, with missing arms and legs.

They are just a group of refugees fleeing famine.

The two groups of people began to recognize each other as relatives across the barrier set up by the Chongshan Alliance, and the situation was once out of control.

Then a few of them stood out from the crowd and flew high into the sky.

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The clothes of these people were relatively neat. The leader bowed to the fleet of Chongshan League and then issued a token.

"Everyone from Chongshan League, please do not attack."

"My name is Huyan Longan. We are both monks from Luanshiling. Fortunately, we have received help from Qingshan Jushi of your alliance. Now we come here just to seek cooperation!"

The person who came was Huyan Longan who came from Luanshiling.

The senior members of the Chongshan League on the deck of the warship looked at each other, then took the flying token and took a look.

"Isn't this a token that only Alliance Leader Jiang has?"

"By the way, Alliance Leader Jiang and Elder Qingshan went out some time ago. Could it be that... they went to Luanshiling?"

They looked at the tokens in their hands, then at the thousands of refugee-like monks below, and they figured something out and couldn't help but sigh.

"I'm afraid our leader Jiang has done something big again."

. . . . .

Return to the Star Picking Platform space.

At this time, a new tattoo had appeared on Jiang Li's back.

It was an Asura Lord who was sitting cross-legged, with kind eyes and holding flowers in his hands.

Asura in this calm posture looks strange and weird. He represents the return to calm from extreme chaos.

The power surging from it caused Jiang Li's body to inevitably swell slightly, and the power of his Taoist body was rising rapidly like a rocket.

Lord Asura's rank is so high that even just a drop of his blood can bring him a help that is far beyond the reach of any previous blood pattern.

Then, a blood-colored chaotic force of extraordinary quality emerged from Jiang Li's body.

From now on, it will be Jiang Li’s own power of chaos.

This was no longer a crude trick like the sword cultivator's clone, but a power that truly belonged to him.

As the two energies blended in Jiang Li's body, the lotus seed of the Pure Lotus of Karma, the fruit of the common body of Buddha and Demon, suddenly trembled.

The pure lotus seed blossomed in Jiang Li's body and grew into a pure and flawless sacred lotus.

The lotus floated under the dragon ball, and its ninety-nine petals opened, dragging the dragon ball in the middle.

Then the petals closed again, wrapping the dragon ball in the middle one by one. The petals fit closer and closer, and finally even became the pattern on the dragon ball, completely merging with it.

Those two lotus seeds were the result of energy accumulated by the Black Lotus Sect and Cihang Temple over countless years.

The quality of this lotus that has been combined into one is also extremely astonishing. Now that it is combined with the dragon ball, its demand for energy has doubled again.

The newly generated blood-colored energy was absorbed into the base point before Jiang Li could warm it up.

The two originally incompatible energies blended together smoothly in Jiang Li's body, as if they were two pieces of a puzzle that were meant to be put together.

However, compared with the endless golden silk of supreme spiritual energy, the amount of blood-colored energy representing chaos is much smaller, and it is impossible to form a true balance.

But this is also easy to solve.

Jiang Li took out a piece of Asura blood crystal which was also of top quality.

The Dora Blood Fighting Arena is wealthy and powerful, the Evil Eye High Priest has a grand vision, and the Fallen Blood Shura in charge and the Asura technicians here are all his people.

It was much easier for Jiang Li to take out good stuff from the bloody arena than in the Chongshan League.

With force exerted by his palm, several cracks suddenly appeared on the surface of the top-grade blood crystal. Drops of red to black liquid flowed out from the cracks and fell directly into Jiang Li's mouth.

If an ordinary cultivator does this, he will undoubtedly die by exploding.

But for Jiang Li now, these liquids are as tonic as the top-grade spiritual liquid.

[Swallow the best blood crystal liquid, and the chaotic blood and qi will fill your body (best quality) and act on you. 】

[Chaotic Blood Qi Infusion (Top Grade): 50 points of top grade chaotic blood qi infusion per second, duration 30 seconds] (-+)

The duration of the state was also modified, and extremely high-quality blood-colored energy poured into the base point along with the vast spiritual energy.

In this way, a large amount of two-color top-grade energy is generated out of thin air at all times and fills the Pure Lotus Dragon Ball.

The current Jiang Li is basically a combination of a human-shaped spirit stone mine and a blood crystal mine, and the energy produced is always of the best quality.

And the spirit stone mines will be mined out, but the Jiang Li will never be exhausted.

In ancient times, if he had existed as a human-shaped spiritual spring, perhaps he could have been able to resist the arrival of the Dharma Ending Age to a certain extent.

Jiang Li sat cross-legged on the top of the Star-Picking Platform, covered by the endless starlight for three whole days.

The energy within the Pure Lotus Dragon Ball, which served as the base, finally began to fill up, and a layer of energy shell slowly began to form on the surface of the dragon ball.

The time is now!

Jiang Li's eyes suddenly opened, and in his eyes, a bright starry sky was reflected.

Then, all the starlight gathered together and turned into a star emitting a purple halo.

That was the spiritual star formed by him absorbing the starlight in this space and condensing his own spirit during these three days.

The star floated out from the sea of ​​consciousness, slowly moved down into the sea of ​​qi, and fell into the base point.

Suddenly, the virtual shell was completely formed, and the Pure Lotus Dragon Ball turned into the first initial form of Jiang Li's golden elixir, the Lingxu inner elixir.

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