Wow!

The hundred acres of fertile land beneath Ao Nitian was blown by a gust of wind, and suddenly fell into pieces and turned into nothing.

He snorted coldly and glanced over. Hundreds of miles away, the fertile fields that had just been created under Pingjiang Lord were also reduced to scorched earth by the thunder he dropped.

The two of them looked at each other in the air, then quickly looked away and continued to fight with each other.

A distance of hundreds of miles is within the attack range for them.

At this time, they were doing two things: building fields and destroying them.

Either directly projecting huge force, or copying scrolls to control the five fortunes and six qi, or controlling changes in celestial phenomena and performing the art of change.

Suddenly, the wind and clouds changed, with thunder and lightning, graupel fog turning into frost, and hail like rain.

There are also unpredictable magical attacks, dragons and apes with great strength, and flying sand and rocks.

With the naked eye, mortals can only see that the sky above these hundreds of miles is shrouded in dark clouds and gray, as if there are two huge arms, swirling the wind and clouds, attacking each other.

Rumble... A dazzling beam of light, like a sword splitting the sky, fell diagonally from the sky as the dragon and ape fought again, and hit a mountain one hundred and eighty miles away.

The expressions on the faces of the spectators occupying this hilltop—the head of Chiyang Mansion, two real-person realm elders, and three core disciples—changed greatly.

"Protect the formation!"

The master of Chiyang Mansion shouted subconsciously.

But in the blink of an eye, he realized something was wrong and hurriedly changed his words: "No! Withdraw the formation! This formation cannot be stopped!"

"But the talisman and magic weapon..."

"It's too late! I don't want it anymore!"

While he was talking, he and the two real people were already protecting a core disciple and flying out.

The six people just left...Boom!

The white light hit the top of the mountain, and the magic circle that had been set up for several days fell apart in an instant. The ancestral magic weapons and talismans that served as the eyes of the formation were also split by the white light, and the spiritual energy overflowed and black smoke emitted.

The head of the Chiyang Mansion couldn't care less about his heartache, and looked as if he was lucky enough to survive a disaster.

As for the three disciples of Chiyang Mansion, their legs and feet were all weak and their faces were pale.

"Master... they are too strong."

"He is simply a land god."

"We haven't reached the Earth Immortal Realm yet. How strong are the real Earth Immortals?"

The Master of Chiyang Mansion sighed lightly and shook his head slightly: "There are thousands of creations, the ability to change the world, vast magical powers, and endless means. How can it be imagined by our generation? This place is too close to the battlefield, and even the aftermath is not something you and I can do.

It’s bearable. Let’s go and retreat another three hundred miles.”

As time went by, the fight between the two became more intense, and the turbulent waves released flowed in all directions uncontrollably, causing mountains to collapse and rivers to boil.

In the blink of an eye, a day passed. The experts from all walks of life who were originally hundreds of miles away and gathered around to watch, for fear of being affected, had already left their original stationed places and flew further away, just like the Chiyang Mansion.

There was only one figure, and instead of moving away, it kept shuttling back and forth between the hundred miles of land where Dragon Ape was.

He was wearing a snow-white monk's robe, with a shallow layer of golden light floating around his body.

Regardless of the thunderstorm, the huge power of magic, or the turbulent aftermath of the battle between dragons and apes, before they touch his body, they will be shaken away by the protective golden light.

He shuttled through this land of hundreds of miles with ever-changing winds and clouds, as if walking on flat ground, effortlessly.

Gazes from afar looked towards Zhou Yi, extremely complex and full of emotions.

"No wonder he became a notary."

"He is worthy of being a holy monk in the world. His cultivation is probably not inferior to that of Nanjiang Longzu."

"That's of course. Nanjiang Longzu's action is only on par with him."

"It's really ridiculous to think about it. We had coveted this notary before, but now that I think about it, I just don't know how to live or die."

Those who sighed were all the masters of Taoist sects in the Middle Earth, as well as some gods of mountains and rivers.

Most of them know the terrifying record of Dangmo Zhenren's sword killing Tianpeng.

Now I have witnessed Master Dang Mo breaking into the Nanting Jiang Mansion alone and slashing the Dragon Palace with one sword. Including this shocking scene in front of me, I have been shocked by Master Dang Mo in my heart.

Even if they knew that Master Dang Mo was actually Master Dang, the only remaining eminent Buddhist monk, they only felt awe in their hearts.

On the south bank of the Nanjiang River, on a peak three hundred miles to the west, dozens of immortals from overseas had solemn expressions and complicated eyes.

Their physical appearance is very strange.

Some have long arms and legs, some are completely black, some have two sides, some have human bodies and dog heads, and some have wings on their backs.

If the citizens of overseas countries were here, they would be shocked and worship. These immortals in front of them actually look exactly like the ancestors who opened up territories and established countries in the ancient legends of their countries.

The leader was an old man with gray hair and a boyish face. His eyes were extremely deep, and there was a dark energy hidden in his eyes.

It flashed by without anyone noticing.

"Everyone, please be patient and don't act rashly."

He preached to strangers.

Junziguo is the leader of all the overseas countries. As the national teacher of Junziguo, he is naturally the leader of all the immortals.

But at this moment, he felt an inexplicable anxiety and uneasiness in his heart.

"Monk... the demon is actually a monk... but why haven't you noticed it before? It's so weird."

On this mountain peak, further east, four hundred miles away, under the old tree of Lone Peak, a young man with a broken arm, wearing a Chinese robe and a pale face, looked coldly at the Imperial Master of the Junzi Kingdom, his teeth chattering.

Including the overseas immortals, everyone's focus was on the Dragon-Ape War, and they did not find the young man with a broken arm who came with a hidden aura.

Only two people are exceptions.

In the Nanjiang Dragon Palace, Ao Qin suddenly opened his eyes, a trace of purple ripples appeared under his eyes, and he frowned slightly.

"The golden-winged roc? Another great demon that deserves to be robbed!"

On the turbulent battlefield, Zhou Yi's eyes flashed and he looked eastward. Before the golden-winged roc could notice, he withdrew his gaze.

"He's here too? However, he seems to have been attracted by the Tianyi True Demon in Junzi Kingdom."

Zhou Yi smiled faintly, and the alienation plan he laid out seemed to be working.

Previously on Youdang Mountain, he struck out with a sword across the sea, striking the real demon who was hiding in the Junzi Kingdom and transformed into the national master of the Junzi Kingdom.

The real demon was seriously injured and was saved by another real demon.

Later, Zhou Yi asked Hei Wuchang Xiaoqian to send a message to the Golden-winged Dapeng Demon King, making the Golden-winged Dapoc mistakenly believe that the master of the Junzi Kingdom had betrayed him.

Now, in the midst of the storm, Junzi's Imperial Master and the Golden-winged Dapeng arrive at the place of Lingnan's fight in the dark and light. I don't know what will happen next?

Zhou Yi secretly kept an eye on it.

At this time, the Dragon-Ape War has just begun. No matter what the real demon who has transformed into the master of the country has any plans, he will not take action rashly.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

The fertile fields created by Ao Nitian and Ping Jiangjun have begun to take shape.

On a green peak, Fang Ziqi carefully surveyed the map in front of him.

For the past three days, he had been restless and had hardly closed his eyes.

Dragon Palace sent delicacies from mountains and seas full of spiritual energy to replenish Fang Ziqi's vitality and maintain his energy.

Little did he know that as early as a few months ago, when Fang Ziqi traveled to Jiangzuo, he had received the elixir secretly gifted by Lord Pingjiang, and his physique was already different from that of ordinary people.

The three demon king boys, Jin Hu, White Elephant, and Green Lion, are in the shape of "pin" and guard around Fang Ziqi.

Zhou Yi's elm leaves turned into golden monks and formed a formation, blocking the waves of remaining battle energy.

Every day that passes, Fang Ziqi will organize and report the results of the two of them.

On the first day, Pingjiang Jun cultivated 2,300 acres of land, and Ao Nitian cultivated 2,100 acres of land. Pingjiang Jun had a slight advantage.

The next day, Pingjiangjun cultivated 3,100 acres of land, and Ao Nitian cultivated 3,500 acres of land. Pingjiangjun cultivated 50 acres more than Ao Nitian, still having the advantage.

The fight between the two became more and more intense.

Rumble!

A huge thunder fell from the sky and hit the upper road. Ao Nitian had just created 500 acres of fertile land.

At the same time, a huge palm shadow flew across a hundred miles of land and struck Ao Nitian.

Ao Nitian roared up to the sky, thick black scales grew from his forehead to his neck, and his body began to lengthen.

In an instant, a black, thousand-foot true dragon appeared in mid-air on the way up. He gently exhaled and blew away the thunder. The indestructible true dragon's body blocked Lord Pingjiang's attack.

Five hundred acres of fertile farmland appeared steadily below the dragon's claws.

Just at this time, the third day passed.

After completing the survey, Fang Ziqi said loudly through the telegraph: "On the third day, Longgong's side cultivated 5,550 acres of land, Pingjiang Jun cultivated 5,100 acres of land, and Dragon Palace took the lead!"

The sound came out, and bursts of cheers sounded from all directions.
To be continued...