As a shocking loud noise was heard from the battlefield, what the cultivators from the Counter-Light Alliance were most worried about happened.
After a half-day hard battle, "Cangyuan Sanren" succeeded in severely injuring his opponent and gaining the upper hand, but he was still unable to prevent his opponent from self-destructing the golden elixir and himself.
Just like a green sun exploding on the battlefield, the strong green light turned the battlefield into a sea of green spiritual power. The strong light stimulated Zhou Yang's eyes to hurt, but he still endured the pain and used "
"Lihuo Golden Eyes" looked towards the battlefield, hoping to see the figure of the thin old man with silver hair.
After more than ten breaths, the strong light weakened and gradually dissipated, and Zhou Yang could finally see clearly the situation on the battlefield.
The situation on the battlefield made him feel somewhat relieved.
What he was most worried about did not happen. "Cangyuan Sanren" Li Cangyuan successfully survived the self-destruction of his opponent's golden elixir, although his current appearance does look a bit miserable.
At this time, I saw the "Cangyuan Sanren", his clothes were scattered and broken, his face was covered with blood and scars, he looked like an old beggar on the street in the ordinary world, extremely miserable.
"It's really amazing! The self-destruction of monks in the late stage of Jindan can even cause some of the Yuanying stage monks who have just become Yuanying to be injured if they don't pay attention. I didn't expect that Li Cangyuan could survive safely without being seriously injured!"
A sigh sounded from Zhou Yang's side, and judging by the sound, he knew it was from Zhao Hao.
"This Li Cangyuan was able to cultivate to the eighth level of the Golden Core as a casual cultivator, and also built a prosperous fairy city. Of course, he is a person with real ability. He can survive the self-destruction of the Golden Core. Although it is surprising, it is not surprising.
Not unexpected.”
Han Xiao, the head of Qingyuan Sword Sect, looked at the embarrassed old man on the battlefield with twinkling eyes and expressed his opinion.
He is also an eighth-level Jindan cultivator, and he is in charge of the inherited magic weapon of Qingyuan Sword Sect. In terms of strength, he will definitely not be inferior to Li Cangyuan, a casual cultivator. Although the Jindan self-destruction just now was powerful, if it were him on the battlefield,
Ask yourself that you still have a lot of confidence in surviving.
Of course, even if he survives, he will definitely not be damaged at all. You can see this just by looking at Li Cangyuan's current appearance.
In Li Cangyuan's current situation, even if he takes the precious fifth-level healing elixir, he will not be able to return to his full strength without twenty or thirty years of rest.
Moreover, just now, in order to survive the self-destruction of his opponent's golden elixir, the two fifth-level defensive magic weapons in Li Cangyuan's hands were all destroyed in the explosion. Even if he recovers in the future, his strength will definitely not be as good as before.
Zhou Yang listened to what they said and said nothing.
His mood at the moment was a little complicated.
Looking at the current state of "Cangyuan Sanren" Li Cangyuan, it is definitely impossible for him to advance to the Nascent Soul stage in the rest of his life. It may even affect his short lifespan due to this injury, and he will sit down a few years earlier.
change.
In this case, the plan proposed by Zhou Guangxiang was really tempting.
"Hey! Let's take one step at a time!"
With a slight sigh in his heart, Zhou Yang suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart and did not think about this matter again.
Next, the seriously injured "Cangyuan Sanren" naturally retreated and was replaced by another Golden Core monk from the Backlight Alliance to continue the fight to the death.
After seven days of such deadly battles going on, the winner of the golden elixir level battle was finally determined.
The final result was that the Great Light Immortal Palace won two games and lost thirteen golden elixir-level monks. The Counter-Light Alliance won three games and lost eleven golden elixir-level monks. All of them suffered heavy losses.
However, just when Zhou Yang and other monks thought that the war was about to end, a thunderous shout suddenly sounded from the camp of the Great Light Immortal Palace on the opposite side of the battlefield.
"Yu Xuanjin, do you dare to settle the grudges at Thunder Mountain eight hundred years ago with me today?"
The thunderous shouts resounded for thousands of miles.
When Zhou Yang heard the loud shout, his eardrums suddenly hurt and almost tore.
As physically powerful as he is, you can see what other people are like.
Zhou Yang glanced around with horrified eyes, only to see more than 90% of the Zifu period monks belonging to the Counter-Light Alliance on the battlefield had their eardrums torn and bleeding red blood.
Only those monks at the Golden Core Stage, who were physically much stronger than those at the Purple Palace Stage, reacted quickly and used magic power to protect their ears in time, were not injured by this loud shouting.
"Ling Zhengyang, since you want to die, why can't Yu help you?"
Just as Zhou Yang was looking at the situation of the others, a deep and powerful voice slowly sounded from the Backlight Alliance camp.
He followed the sound and looked over, only to see that the monk who made the sound was a Nascent Soul Stage monk from the Niguang Alliance.
If he remembered correctly, this person should be a Nascent Soul Stage Supreme Elder from the Taixuan Sword Sect.
"Is this going to be a Nascent Soul War?"
Zhou Yang glanced at the two people beside him, Zhao Hao and Han Xiao, with horrified eyes, and found that they also had surprised looks on their faces.
Monks in the Nascent Soul stage are usually invisible to the outside world. They are either retreating in their own caves to practice hard and comprehend the great road, or they are traveling abroad in search of further opportunities. They rarely show their bodies in front of outsiders, let alone
Not to mention a life and death battle.
Once such beings engage in a life-and-death battle, it will definitely be an earth-shattering and earth-shattering battle.
"All the monks of the Counter-Light Alliance will return to the fairy city immediately to wait for the next order."
Before Zhou Yang could recover from the shocking news of the Nascent Soul War, Lei Wanpeng, the war commander of the Niguang Alliance, had already ordered all the monks to retreat and return in a deep voice.
At the same time, the same command sounded from the Great Light Immortal Palace.
Hearing this sound, Zhou Yang and the other monks didn't know that the commander-in-chief of both sides had agreed to the Nascent Soul War and began to clear the area before the war.
When monks at the Nascent Soul stage engage in life-and-death battles, the destructive power is really too great. If any monks below the Nascent Soul stage stay within a thousand miles, they may be affected.
Moreover, as the Nascent Soul monks are the top beings in the world of immortality, how can they allow a bunch of juniors to watch the show while they are engaged in a life-and-death battle?
Didn’t you see that this time the two camps are engaged in a deadly fight, and there is not even a monk with a cultivation level below the Zifu stage among the spectators?
Therefore, Zhou Yang and other monks who had never seen the fighting skills of immortal cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage, although they wanted to see it for a long time, had to obey the order and immediately retreated back to the Immortal City station to wait for the result.
This wait lasts for ten days and ten nights!
During these ten days, even though they were thousands of miles apart, Zhou Yang and other high-level monks in the Immortal City could still sense powerful spiritual energy fluctuations coming from thousands of miles away.
Even if they fly high in the sky and use their pupil magic to watch, they can vaguely see the magic auras and magic weapon lights of different colors in the sky far away.
Ten days later, as an earth-shaking loud "bang" sounded from very far away, Zhou Yang and other monks in the fairy city lost their sense of the spiritual energy fluctuations of the distant battlefield.
Then less than half an hour passed, and the result of the battle came out.
The result is that I don't know what to say.
Because in this battle, no one is the winner.
The two Nascent Soul stage monks who fought against each other ended up dead together.
Regarding the process of the battle, no Nascent Soul monks said anything, but the high-level monks privately judged based on the loud noise they noticed that one party should have chosen to self-destruct their Nascent Soul when they were outmatched, and pulled the other party to themselves.
Buried with him.
Zhou Yang himself made almost the same judgment.
He knew that as long as a monk in the Nascent Soul stage was willing to abandon the physical body and escape the Nascent Soul from the physical body, he could easily use the magical power of "teleportation".
In this case, as long as there are monks in the Nascent Soul stage who are determined to die and use the magical power of "teleportation" to instantly move to the opponent and explode their Nascent Soul, there are really not many monks who can avoid it in time.
The death of the two Nascent Soul monks brought a successful end to this war that lasted for nearly twenty years.
As the armistice agreement officially came into effect, the monks from all sides who were recruited to the front line began to return to their sects and families one after another.
Their meritorious service on the battlefield has been registered by the Counter-Light Alliance, and they will be rewarded one after another after they return.
When these rewards are distributed, I believe that within the next hundred years, the Counter-Light Alliance will soon have a new batch of Golden Core Stage monks and Purple Mansion Stage monks to fill the vacancies of the fallen monks on the battlefield of this deadly battle.
After the war, Zhou Yang also got what he wanted from Han Xiao, the "Three Transformations Pure Yuan Dan" and a fifth-level low-grade magic weapon "Binghuo Thunder Bottle".
As for the "Jade Liquid Golden Elixir" promised to him by the Qingyuan Sword Sect, it would take twenty years to get it and give it to him.
Because of the constraints of the "Netherworld Blood Contract", Zhou Yang was not afraid of the Qingyuan Sword Sect's default.
In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Zhou Yang still chose to go with the Qingyuan Sword Sect and his party when he returned to Jinyang Kingdom.
And whether it was intentional or he had temporarily forgotten about it, he did not take the initiative to mention that he should be relieved of his status as a guest minister of the Qingyuan Sword Sect.
If he didn't mention this matter, Han Xiao and Zhao Hao certainly wouldn't take the initiative to mention it.
This time Zhou Yang represented the Qingyuan Sword Sect in the death duel and achieved three consecutive victories. It was a good thing for the Qingyuan Sword Sect that was both face-saving and honorable. Of course, they would be more willing to talk about it in the future with the monks from the Far West.
When he was doing this, he kept the words "Qingyuan Sword Sect Zhou Yang" in his mouth.
So even though they knew clearly that Zhou Yang was traveling with them and others to use the power of Qingyuan Sword Sect to stop some people with ulterior motives, they were still happy to take him along.
Even after entering Jinyang Kingdom, Zhao Hao even offered to give Zhou Yang an extra ride.
After sending Zhou Yang outside Haoyang Immortal City in this way, he lowered Xiangyun and cupped his hands towards Zhou Yang and said, "Thanks to your help this time, Fellow Daoist Zhou, our Qingyuan Sword Sect not only saved the lives of our disciples, but also
Received a reward from the top leaders of the alliance."
"Zhao and Senior Brother Han will keep this favor from fellow Taoist in their hearts. In the future, if fellow daoist needs Zhao and Qingyuan Sword Sect's help for anything, they can go to Qingyuan Mountain to look for Zhao. If Zhao can help,
I’m busy, so I won’t refuse!”
When Zhou Yang heard Zhao Hao's words, he suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.
When he and Zhao Hao met and fought together for the first time, the other party used favors as bargaining chips to ask him to take action.
As a result, things changed later, and the other party changed his mind about returning the favor he had promised, so he could only use the favor in exchange for an unimportant letter of introduction.
Unexpectedly, after decades of going around in circles, Zhao Hao once again promised him a favor.
"He won't change his mind again this time, right?"
Zhou Yang glanced at Zhao Hao, who was looking at him seriously, and felt very unsure in his heart.