"Counterattack on the Immortal Cultivation World..."

Sima Changkong narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was recalling something.

After a while, he slowly said: "Now when it comes to this matter, most monks call it farce. But in fact, the scale of the small world coalition is not as simple as a farce."

"Otherwise, why would even the Wanxian Alliance and the Five Elderly Association, which have always been hostile, united?"

A faint light flashed in Li Fan's eyes, and he walked up and asked in an vague tone: "United? Is it to deal with the coalition forces of the small world?"

"Fellow Daoist Sima remembered it wrong, right? Didn't it mean that these small worlds are all exiled mortals?"

"Why would we cultivators be so hard to deal with these ants? Besides, we still have the Heavenly Lord of the Eternal Life to overwhelm the world. Can they really beat us?"

Sima Changkong was not angry when he saw Li Fan's face full of disbelief.

Instead, he smiled slightly, flicked his fingers, and a drop of blood flew between the two of them.

The blood drops were like living creatures, stagnating in the air, and then they wriggled and stretched up and down.

It turned into a canvas made of blood mist.

On the canvas, thrilling scenes appear one after another.

The side of the battle should be the monks from the Xuanhuang Realm.

But the other side is also able to fly to the sky and escape, and is obviously not a mortal.

Although their combat methods are different, they can fight back and forth with the monks.

He relies entirely on his physical body to resist the attack of the monk's flying sword technique. He bent his body in front of him and tore the monks to pieces with bare hands and empty fists.

There are also located in the rear, controlling strange energy from afar, falling from the sky, locking in monks, and targeting targeted attacks.

What's more, they are not human-shaped, but just transparent white human skin. They float and wander in the middle of the battlefield. If there are serious injuries, they will stick them all.

The group of people who were dying and unable to move became alive in an instant.

Even if you lack arms and legs, you can still be reborn after being attached to white human skin and restore your combat power.

Li Fan stared at the changing scene in the blood curtain, and his face gradually became solemn.

"Where are our high-level cultivators in Xuanhuang Realm? Hedao and the strong people in the longevity realm, just watching us fight with others like this, and remain indifferent?" Li Fan's tone was a little angry.

Sima Changkong shook his head slightly: "No, no. They naturally have their opponents."

"Although the ancestors were unable to witness the scenes of the strong fighting because of their limited realm at that time. It is said that our Xuanhuang Realm also suffered heavy losses."

Sima Changkong sighed: "Since the two sides have not been willing to start a dispute for the past five hundred years. The main focus is on rest and recuperation."

Li Fan couldn't help but be surprised: "Are you so strong? Are these people really from the small world?"

"Yes, not." Sima Changkong called the mermaid beast species and filled the two of them again.

Then he continued: "They are just chess pieces under control."

"The real mastermind behind the scenes is someone else."

Li Fan was slightly shocked and came to his senses: "How do you say this?"

"Their origin seems to be traced back to the time when the ancient catastrophe had just arrived. However, the ancestors did not record the specific details."

"But based on the fragmented visits after the war, we can know that they seem to be a group of people who are [going and returning]."

Sima Changkong showed some doubt on his face and said slowly.

"Not only the monks of the Xuanhuang Realm Hedao who were fighting with them called them traitors, but even those monks who did not know their identities would naturally feel extremely resentful in their hearts when they saw them."

"Even during the battle, thunder fell from the sky and struck these people."

"They seem to be hated by the entire Xuanhuang Realm."

"Go back, traitor..." Li Fan couldn't help but fall into deep thought when he heard this.

From the scene described by Sima Changkong and combined with his previous experiences in Senior Sister Zhao's illusion, Li Fan couldn't help but have some speculations.

At that time, the Dharma was not practiced together, and many disasters such as the Immortal Miasma and other disasters came together. The Ten Sects of Immortal Dao initially had plans to unite and overcome difficulties together.

But the situation collapsed so quickly that the sects couldn't take care of themselves, let alone help each other.

When disaster strikes, fates are different.

Some completely disappeared into the long river of history because of the mutual killing of disciples.

Some blockade the sects, avoiding the world, and surviving.

But there are also some, just like the Nanming Demon Beast Mountain and the Tianjian Sect, who choose to simply escape from the Xuanhuang Realm.

"Just as Di Yi said, individuals of the tribe have their own choices. Without an absolute leader, it is impossible to act with the same will."

"The monks have their own choices, and it is also reasonable."

"When these people fled, they might have taken away something. Even the Xuanhuang Realm itself developed resentment towards them."

"I just don't know why they went back. But they can return safely from the powerful suction force of [Xianxu]. Their strength must be not weak."

Li Fan's thoughts slowly calmed down, and his eyes turned to look at Sima Changkong, which became even more intense.

He is worthy of being a historian in the world of immortal cultivation.

In the past thousand years, most of Sima Changkong can find the answers to many sealed and forgotten things in the history of Xuanhuang Realm.

Since Li Fan returned from Tianlingzhou, in order to avoid the impact of war, he came to Sima Changkong, a crystal cave under the sea.

Relying on his previous familiarity with him, Li Fan was already knowledgeable and had many secrets at will.

So he quickly won his favor.

The two of them drank and talked happily every day, talking about the past in Xuanhuang Realm, and they were so happy.

In order not to let outsiders disturb you, so as to get more information from Sima Changkong, Li Fan also took the initiative to help him arrange a hidden and protective formation in this crystal cave.

Seeing that the other party was so enthusiastic, Sima Changkong felt that this person could be close friends.

The relationship between the two became more and more harmonious.

"Peace is temporary, and war is the eternal topic of history." Sima Changkong, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly sighed, putting down the wine glass that he had already raised, and his mood was gone.

"Why did fellow Taoist say this..." Li Fan suddenly woke up.

"The war between the Wanxian Alliance and the Five Elderly Association has officially begun?"

Sima Changkong nodded heavily: "I don't know how many monks are going to die on the battlefield."

"This is the common sense of heaven and earth. We are not the Heavenly Lord of the Eternal Life. How can we resist? Drink, drink!" Li Fan took the initiative to pour a glass of Sima Changkong and comforted him.

"That's what fellow Taoist said." Sima Changkong drank it all in one sip, swallowing the wine and emotion into his stomach.

Li Fan brought the topic to another place.

...

Time flies, and a year passes in a blink of an eye.
Chapter completed!