Chapter 850 The end of the war, the fate of cultivators (please subscribe!!)
Liu Yu made a mistake and killed five true kings of Xuanbing Palace. This sect only had one Nascent Soul monk left in Nangongtian.
At this time, Nangong Tian also died.
In the eyes of other Nascent Soul Lords, Xuan Bing Gong Nuo's large territory is just a fat piece of fat.
In the country of Ba, it occupies the best resource points and the broadest territory, which is only slightly less than that of the Danding Sect Lingyun Sect combined.
It would be impossible to maintain such a large territory without Nascent Soul monks in charge.
No matter how many monks there are in the lower realm, it is impossible to defend it. In the end, it will be nothing but a mirror.
Even an ordinary true king cannot occupy such a large territory. This is "virtue does not match the position".
Originally, despite the loss of five true kings, Xuanbing Palace could barely maintain itself as long as Nangong Tian did not have any accidents.
But at this time, with Nangong Tian's death, the original behemoth Xuanbing Palace had actually collapsed.
In the country of Ba, the Danding Sect is slightly stronger than the Lingyun Sect, so it is not a problem to grab the fattest and most elite piece of fat.
It was a simple move, but she didn't expect the harvest to be so great. Mo Mei's joy was beyond words.
Even in the palace of True Monarch Nascent Soul, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth unconsciously.
If there weren't any colleagues present, she would have laughed out loud!
"Nangong Tian has always been an old enemy of our sect, but now he has been killed by fellow Taoist Qingyang himself. I am extremely grateful!"
"We help each other, but I cannot accept this reward!"
Looking at the floating jade box, Mo Mei Zhenjun raised his hand and fired a burst of magic power to prevent the objects from getting closer.
Immediately, she looked serious and said.
Apart from Liu Yu, this woman was the biggest beneficiary of this war.
It can be said that after eradicating the biggest threat, immeasurable benefits are about to be obtained.
Huang Mei, Kong Zhao, and Zi Hong all knew this.
Under such circumstances, if Mo Mei still accepted the reward with peace of mind, she would be a bit ungrateful.
Regardless of the cause and process, in terms of results, she is indeed one of the people who benefited the most.
Win-win!
What's more, seventeen years later, Mo Mei will still have to rely on Liu Yu during the "Mountain Remaining Mansion" trip.
Based on the above two points, she is very determined and refuses to accept remuneration under any circumstances.
"Since the fairy is so polite, then Liu won't force it."
"Comrades should help each other, and we can still help each other in the future!"
After several refusals and pulls, seeing that the other party refused to accept the elixir and spiritual herb, Liu Yu no longer forced her, and she cupped her hands and said with a smile.
He was quite satisfied with the other party's attitude.
Since both of them benefited from this war, in fact, no one helped the other. Even if Mo Mei did not accept the reward, Liu Yu did not owe a favor.
Of course, he doesn't take seriously a few fourth-level elixirs and a few thousand-year-old spiritual herbs now.
Even if the other party accepts it, he won't feel distressed.
However, in this way, the impression of Mo Mei will naturally be greatly reduced.
"Just as it is, we have fought side by side several times, and we will keep in touch more in the future."
"Nowadays, the situation of cultivating immortals is turbulent. We have had the experience of happy cooperation, so we should stick together to keep warm."
"A difficult one, P Plus support!"
Seeing that the two of them were still being polite, True Lord Huangmei suddenly spoke, his eyes swept over several people and he said cheerfully.
"Amitabha, this is how it should be. What Taoist friend Huang Mei said makes sense."
Before he finished speaking, the old monk Kongzhao responded immediately.
Liu Yu already possesses the combat power of a great monk and has lost an opportunity to gain favors. However, they are still familiar comrades and he is eager to get closer to each other.
Although he is already the True Lord of Nascent Soul, in today's world of immortal cultivation, it is not enough to fight alone.
Examples such as "Old Monster from Qingshan" are right before our eyes, which are the best lessons for others.
Faced with the sudden disaster, he didn't even have anyone to speak for him, not to mention his comrades who helped him out in times of need. He could only rely on his own strength to hold on, and finally ended up dead.
I can only watch helplessly as my beloved female cultivator dies before my eyes.
On the other hand, Mo Mei, faced with the evil intentions of Xuan Bing Palace, was able to immediately call in several reinforcements and finally successfully weathered the disaster and turned the crisis around.
Among them, although she is a master of alchemy and everyone more or less relies on her, daily relationship management is also essential.
Originally, Mo Mei was just a little arrogant, not arrogant. The Danding Sect also had good friends with many Nascent Soul monks.
Because of this, when faced with the Xuanbing Palace, which was almost overwhelmed by its overall strength, it was possible to have comrades to help them in times of need.
"That's right, that's exactly what it is."
The battle ended, and the five of them stood above the Hehuan Gate, their words extremely polite.
The war was over, and there were no enemy cultivators for the time being. Everyone was not in a hurry to leave, and just talked and laughed at high altitude.
But the law of this world revolves around the strong.
No need for any stunning words, Liu Yu naturally became the center of the crowd.
Even if his reaction is mediocre and he says some ambiguous words, it can still arouse some associations among the four people.
"In the opinion of the old monk, in the dispute between the Xiahou family of Sang and the Jinguang sect, the Xiahou family probably won't gain much advantage."
"Bitao Zhenjun Xia Houying's cultivation is only at the early stage, and he has a strong personality and is not popular with others. However, Taoist Jinguang of the Jinguang Sect has an intermediate cultivation level and his behavior is extremely slippery."
"This battle will most likely end with the Xiahou family."
High in the sky, the five people talked loudly. From the Seven Nations Alliance to the three major alliances, and even to the level of the human and demon tribes, they all began to give advice.
"The old monk thinks"
"I think it should be"
"Fellow Taoist Qingyang, how do you evaluate it?!"
Unlike low-level monks who brag, Yuanying Zhenjun is a high-level person in the whole Tiannan.
In particular, the five people present have at least mid-stage Nascent Soul combat power, which is close to the top level in the world of immortality.
The same words were uttered from five people at this time without any disharmony, as if they were meant to be.
Their every move, every word, and every word affects the fate of thousands of low-level monks and billions of mortals.
"Fellow Taoist Qingyang, farewell!"
Time passed unconsciously, and it was not until two quarters of an hour later that this exchange ended.
Huangmei, Kongzhao, Zihong, and Momei successively bowed their hands and left.
"Whoosh~"
Liu Yu's clothes were fluttering, and she saw several escaping lights and disappeared from sight one after another.
"Fellow Taoist Qingyang, I am thinking about what will happen seventeen years later~"
"I hope fellow Taoist friends will not forget it."
Suddenly, a voice sounded in his ear.
Turning around, I happened to see Mo Mei in the escaping light, her eyes twinkling and looking ambiguous.
"Please rest assured, Fairy, Liu is bound to win the fortune of Qinglian, and he will not forget the promise."
With a thought in his mind, Liu Yu replied.
He is bound to win the "Good Fortune Green Lotus", so of course he will not forget such an important thing, and he also needs a guide to lead the way.
Seeing that this woman's face was slightly red, she was probably still immersed in the excitement of Nangong Tian's death. At this time, she took advantage of the situation and mentioned "discussing Taoism" in depth, and she would not refuse.
But Liu Yu is not a lustful person, and has not suffered from the sequelae of the exercises. He does not have any strange thoughts, so naturally he will not act like this.
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After receiving a satisfactory reply, Mo Mei took a deep look at Zhuo Mengzhen, and then suddenly accelerated and disappeared into the sky.
In an instant, only two figures were left on the spot.
"Mengzhen, you go down and rest first."
"Follow me back to the sect in a few days."
After thinking for a moment, Liu Yu turned around and said.
Zhuo Mengzhen nodded lightly and soon, guided by a foundation-building deacon, he entered the Yuanyang Sect camp to rest.
As the elder of Hehuan Sect's Jindan, this woman is not an unknown person among the five sects of Chu State. If she doesn't disguise herself, her identity can be easily recognized.
However, the ancestor spoke personally, so everything is naturally no problem.
Although the disciples of the sect had doubts, they did not dare to raise questions.
After destroying the old enemy Hehuan Sect, Liu Yu's prestige in the sect has greatly increased, and a little gossip is not a problem.
The solid achievements are enough to answer all doubts. Even if he takes a female cultivator from a rival sect as a concubine, no monk would dare to question her face to face.
"Boom~"
The shouts of killing soaring into the sky, accompanied by the roar of magic weapons and spells, are constantly coming from the ground, and can be faintly heard even in the sky thousands of feet high.
Liu Yu stood in the air, lowered his head and looked down.
On the ground, colorful spiritual lights were seen flashing, and monks from both sides were fighting fiercely.
At this point, both sides have become red-eyed and it is difficult to stop easily.
However, due to his previous "mistakes", the scale of victory has been completely tilted at this time. In the battles at the three levels of Qi refining, foundation building, and golden elixir, Yuanyang Sect has the absolute upper hand.
If we continue like this, complete victory will only be a matter of time.
However, this is a war on a huge scale after all, and it is impossible for a victorious side to die without even a single monk dying.
If they want to completely destroy the Hehuan Sect, even if the Yuanyang Sect wins in the end, they will still have to pay a lot of casualties.
However, this level of casualties was still within the acceptable range for Liu Yu.
Feeling the prying eyes outside the battlefield, he had no intention of taking action again.
Killing low-level monks again and again in full view of everyone is really unjustifiable.
"Eh~"
His consciousness swept across a figure, and a trace of surprise flashed in Liu Yu's eyes.
Looking along his line of sight, he saw a female cultivator dressed in white, controlling a black hook magic weapon, slaughtering low-level cultivators from the Hehuan Sect wantonly.
"Whoosh~"
In the flash of spiritual light, when the black hook magic weapon appeared again, several low-level monks would freeze up.
"Pfft~"
Immediately, a thin line of blood appeared on their necks, and blood gushed out like spring water.
A sickly and crazy flush appeared on the face of the female nun in white, and she looked extremely excited.
As a golden elixir monk, she activated the black hook magic weapon and her killing efficiency was very high.
In just a few breaths, more than a dozen disciples of the Hehuan Sect, including the Foundation Establishment monks, died suddenly.
After a while, even the original white clothes were dyed blood.
Bloody clothes kill everyone!
This person is Leng Yuexin.
With the help of the spiritual object given by Liu Yu, she luckily succeeded in forming the elixir. After so many years, her cultivation has reached the middle stage of the golden elixir.
This woman practices magic skills, and as long as she has a large amount of high-quality blood essence, she can quickly improve her cultivation.
So he was delighted when he heard about the war and took the initiative to join the war.
After killing dozens of monks, Leng Yuexin would usually stay for a while, take out a blood bead and continuously pinch the magic formula.
"Wow~"
Under the pull of blood magic, streams of blood flowed out from the corpses of the dead Hehuanmen monks like water, and continued to collect into blood beads the size of fists.
Within a few breaths, within a few hundred feet, dozens of corpses had their blood drained and turned into mummies.
The scene looked horrifying.
Even the disciples of the Yuanyang Sect felt as if a basin of cold water had poured down their hearts when they saw it, and the fanatical look in their eyes immediately subsided.
Although he knew he was a friendly force, he still subconsciously stayed away from this woman.
Absorbing a large amount of blood, the blood beads look rounder and fuller, emitting a blood-filled glow.
Seeing this, Leng Yue's face flushed even more. She suddenly turned her head and looked into the distance, and immediately activated her magic weapon to kill on another battlefield.
If it were an ordinary period, naturally we would not be able to massacre low-level monks, otherwise there would be no need for others to eliminate demons and protect the way, and the Yuanyang Sect would have to clean up the door itself.
But war times are different, and the general order no longer applies.
Killing monks from rival sects will not be held accountable by the sect.
Therefore, at this time, it was rare to have such a great opportunity, and Leng Yuexin certainly could not let it go.
You should take the opportunity to collect a large amount of essence and blood so that you can improve your cultivation.
"Soon, soon."
"As long as you collect some more, it will be enough to use the golden elixir in the later stage."
Thinking like this, Leng Yue's eyes flashed with light, and her actions became cleaner and neater.
As an absolutely neutral sect that is neither righteous nor evil, Yuanyang Sect is very tolerant.
Although there are very few disciples in the sect who practice magic skills, but based on the tens of thousands, there are still a few.
Therefore, there was an opportunity for open killing at this time. Their fighting enthusiasm was much higher than that of ordinary disciples, and they all took the opportunity to collect blood essence.
We have a clear advantage and don't need to take much risk. For these people, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
But overall, this was a completely smooth battle, and all the monks in the Yuanyang Sect camp were very enthusiastic about fighting.
After all, the spoils belong to the one who kills them, and the sect will not take any cents from them.
If you kill one more person at this time, you will get an extra piece of loot, and you may go further on the immortal road in the future.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
One side has resources for cultivating immortals, the other side wants to break through the siege, and the monks from the two camps fight selflessly.
In such an atmosphere, a large number of monks died every minute and every second.
"Ding ding ding~!"
In the corner of the battlefield, a Yuanyang Sect foundation-building monk with an ordinary face and dark skin accidentally penetrated too far with his red eyes and was targeted by several Hehuan Sect monks.
When several magic weapons were attacked, a strong sense of crisis came to his spiritual sense, and he suddenly woke up.
"No, it's too deep!!"
Looking at the magic weapon whose sight quickly enlarged, the man's expression changed.
"boom!!!"
But the next moment, the power of the magic weapon level came.
The power of the magic weapon disappeared in a flash, and the bodies of the several Hehuanmen who besieged this person were all torn into pieces and covered in flesh and blood.
The dark-skinned Foundation Establishment cultivator looked back and saw a "Golden Core Loose Cultivator" turning his head and disappearing in a flash.
"Thank you, senior!"
Seeing this, he quickly bowed deeply.
Immediately sensing the lack of mana, he began to retreat to the rear, not daring to rush forward too quickly.
This person was none other than "Liu An" who had the blood of the Liu family and joined the sect when Liu Yu returned to Tiannan.
Although his spiritual qualifications are not good, his "luck" is very good, and he was accepted as his direct successor by the powerful deacon Wu Cheng'en.
The path of cultivation is much smoother than that of ordinary monks.
Because the cultivation resources are relatively abundant, the cultivation methods are also at the upper level, and there are always teachers to give guidance.
Despite his poor spiritual root qualifications, more than a hundred years later, Liu An has reached the peak of the middle stage of foundation building.
Around the age of one hundred and thirty, he has reached the peak of the middle stage of foundation building. He is already very good compared to ordinary monks and has a certain possibility of breaking through the bottleneck of core formation.
With Liu Yu taking charge of the sect, the Qingyang family took over the power of the sect, and Wu Chengen also took the position of "head".
Although the leader only has a nice title, but is actually a big manager, the power in his hands is astonishingly greater than that of ordinary foundation-building monks.
Under Wu Chengen's operation, he himself was relatively outstanding, and the Qingyang family was powerful, Liu An successfully became a "true disciple".
"Too reckless."
Thousands of feet high in the sky, Liu Yu saw this scene, shook his head slightly and looked away.
Senior Jin Dan was passing by and came to the rescue, so it was certainly not a coincidence.
The so-called "senior" is actually a golden elixir warrior specially arranged by him to secretly protect this son.
After all, this son has the blood of the Liu family, so compared to ordinary monks, he will still feel more friendly.
In addition, Liu Yu happened to join the sect, and since he had some of the same blood, Liu Yu was still a little concerned.
Therefore, this person’s path to cultivation can be smooth and smooth.
Every time we encounter a crisis, we can always find ways to turn the danger into a blessing in disguise.
After all, Liu Yu is now an ancestor of Yuanying Zhenjun. Taking care of a young monk does not require much energy at all.
In fact, he just gave a few casual instructions, and his monks and dead men took care of everything.
After so many generations, the bond of blood has become extremely weak.
It was impossible for Liu Yu to make a special trip like he did when he hit the pill formation bottleneck.
Not to mention that the idea of acknowledging relatives will not pop up suddenly.
At most, I remembered it accidentally and asked the monks below to take care of it.
As for how far Liu An can go in the end, it all depends on his destiny.
But he just gave a few casual instructions. For all low-level monks, it is a great opportunity that can only be encountered!
Liu An's fate was completely changed as a result. Obtaining some key resources from the sect was much less difficult than ordinary disciples.
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Under the vast night sky, Liu Yu was dressed in a black robe and stood with her hands behind her back, quietly overlooking the entire battlefield.
"Kill kill kill!!!"
"Boom!!!"
On the ground, the sound of fighting never stopped for a moment.
As the monks on both sides fought selflessly, time passed unknowingly.
The total number of low-level monks was close to 70,000, fighting from dusk to dawn, and from dawn to dusk.
The sun rose and set, and it was not until a day and a night later that this battlefield finally came to an end.
Looking around, there are smoke rising from the sky within dozens of miles of Hehuan Gate.
The once beautiful Lingshan Blessed Land has now changed beyond recognition, and all the towering Lingshan Mountains have collapsed.
The ground is crisscrossed with cracks and ravines, like countless deep wounds, which looks a bit shocking.
Corpses everywhere!
If a monk looks from a high altitude, he will be able to find corpses at regular intervals, and the conditions of death are often different.
This situation gradually disappeared until a hundred miles away, and a tragic atmosphere enveloped the entire battlefield.
At this time, the roar of magic weapons and spells had become sparse.
There are only a few areas where Hehuanmen monks are still resisting.
Thousands of feet high in the sky, Liu Yu looked at this scene coldly, without a trace of emotion in his eyes.