After all, Yin Bielie and others still haven't found Feng Jueyu, who has lost sight of the dragon.
But this was not because Feng Jueyu was hiding from them on purpose, but because there were too many people involved in today's battle.
At the foot of Mao'er Ridge, the team of the Great Demon Lord of Ji Ling was the main force attacking the mountain. They had already set out for the battlefield when Feng Jueyu received the news.
When he arrived, before the battle, Juling had arranged for six groups of people to attack the mountain together, with the intention of taking Maoerling and eliminating the trouble for Demon King Xiao Guo.
When he came, he happened to see six groups of people, like winding pythons, killing towards the mountain from different directions.
In the land of Netherworld Shura, the shouts of killing echoed in the sky, like rolling thunder, without stopping.
Looking from the direction of Feng Jueyu, tens of thousands of men and horses were divided into six groups, marching fiercely towards the top of the mountain with a fearless attitude. These lower-level gods of the Night Demon clan turned into fierce moths flying into the flames.
The tribe did not care at all about the killing of the Ming Huan Fei formation on the top of the mountain, and rushed towards the top of the mountain like a tide.
Dozens of miles away, one can see the vast army directly exposed to the underworld formation, with pieces of artifacts, artifacts, magic weapons, talismans, robbery treasures, underworld weapons, and underworld treasures.
The sky above Mao'er Ridge was trembling with overwhelming tremors.
The five full moons and the scorching sun are not much brighter than the rays of light emitted by countless divine objects. The colorful and colorful horses are like a piece of patchwork curtain that splashes across the sky.
The entire Maoer Ridge was firmly covered.
Based on such a large-scale attack, even the all-conquering Ming Huan Fei Formation couldn't help but tremble, as if it might collapse at any time.
But on that mountain ridge, there are also three steps and one post, and five steps and one post.
The blood-headed Daredevils, whose number is not much smaller than that of the coalition forces, are constantly traveling between the mountains, trying their best to resist the massive attack by the coalition forces.
So, starting from halfway up the mountain, the hurriedly assembled team also headed down the mountain like a stormy wave, with densely packed divine weapons above their heads.
The two sides were like two surging torrents, impacting each other not far away from the mountainside. With each impact, hundreds of Night Demons died violently.
As for the Netherworld Feather Formation, which was baptized by violent storms, there were hundreds of formation masters and the demon disciples around them maintaining sixty-four formation bases that supported the backbone of the formation.
Four to six teams of formation mages must be prepared to replace fellow disciples who have to retreat temporarily due to exhaustion of energy. Only through repeated replacements can the formation be maintained to a stable level.
At the same time, the formation frequently activated the changing power of the Forbidden Formation, throwing powerful weapons like weapons to the battlefields in all directions, cooperating with the Blood Head Division to defend Mao'erling and massacre the coalition forces.
This was a battle worthy of being recorded in history, and it was so large that it involved four to five million gods and men.
Just looking at the sight of rivers of blood rising to the sky and mountains of bones at the top and bottom of the mountain, no matter how determined you are, and your will is as solid as a city, you can't help but feel frightened and your liver and gallbladder are about to burst.
Even with Feng Jueyu's method of breaking the formation, the large-scale battles in the practice world still seemed primitive, chaotic, and unsightly.
This kind of war, if it were a battle between secular countries, would at least have strict military discipline, unified mobilization plans, and various military tactics.
But in the world of spiritual practice, none of this can be seen. The only plan is to sprint forward and fight until the enemy is defeated, flees, or gives up.
Of course, all this has nothing to do with him, Feng Jueyu, and he doesn't care at all how many people will die in this battle.
He came here just to seal the path of the gods.
The bustling crowd turned into a stormy army. He was walking alone among the crowd, even if he wanted to walk slowly through the mountains and fields.
Because if you walk a little slower, you will be pushed towards the battlefield by the crowd behind you.
On this battlefield where bloodshed and sacrifice may occur at any time, no matter who they are, they are as insignificant as a drop in the crowd of all living beings, inconspicuous.
However, Feng Jueyu deliberately moved to the edge in order to adapt to the rhythm of the Evolution Dao Meridian.
During these days, Feng Jueyu was almost concentrating on trying to practice the Golden Bridge Return to Origin Technique and develop the Dao Veins. Although after several twists and turns, the quality of the Dao Veins was only at the stage of entering the first level of the metal phase last night, which was different from his previous predictions.
It is estimated that there is still a huge distance, but as time goes by, Feng Jueyu has slowly figured out a wonderful rhythm that belongs to the process of Tao Meridian development.
He called this rhythm "pulse rhyme".
This theory was proposed by Jinqiao Guiyuan Technique.
It refers to the development of Tao channels. From the initial appearance of the Tao channels to the transformation of reality, a wonderful rhythm will be born in this entire process.
Jinqiao Guiyuan Shu once said that the development of Tao channels, one's own luck, and the foundation of the Tao are all indispensable.
In the process of evolution, if one can sense the rhyme of the pulse and interpret it according to this, the probability of the transformation of the Tao pulse and the quality of the Tao pulse's final transformation can be greatly improved.
Feng Jueyu has been looking for this special "pulse rhyme" since he started studying Jinqiao Guiyuan Technique at Xiaoxiang Academy.
Fortunately, he lived up to his fate. Last night, Changfeng and Xiedu stimulated him, and finally he found this indescribable rhythm of the Tao.
The torrent of troops like sea water was already approaching the battlefield.
Feng Jueyu also separated from the army as he wished, and continued to move forward on the edge with only a small group of people.
He was walking leisurely, seemingly without any signs of running, but compared to his fellow disciples who had used the power of their true god, his speed was not slow at all.
It looks incredibly magical.
"Hey, look, which secret realm is that kid a disciple of? His body skills are so elegant?"
"Yes, I am walking around leisurely, but it is like wind and lightning, as if it is effortless at all. I must have practiced some powerful secret method of our sect. Senior brother, do you want to say hello and ask him if he has practiced it?
What kind of secret technique should we learn after we return?"
"You idiot, if everyone can learn this powerful secret method, then why are disciples like us divided into three, six or nine levels? Don't think about it, this person must have a great background, maybe he is the great one.
Respect the heirs, or the descendants of the ancestors."
During the march, there were quite a few conversations like this surrounding Feng Jueyu.
Everyone saw that he moved like the wind and floated like an immortal, and they guessed that he possessed the supreme secret method of cultivation.
But little did he know that it was not a secret method at all, but the Dao lineage that had evolved over a long period of time and brought about all the wonders of the Dao.
The Dao Meridian has not yet completely transformed into reality, but the wonders of the Dao are already rolling in.
At this time, Feng Jueyu could not hear what was going on around him and could only walk slowly in the wilderness.
In his body, it was like a wonderful heavenly sound that was constantly echoing alternately throughout the world inside him.
This wonderful heavenly sound is a special kind of Taoist rhythm. It will sometimes be high-pitched and sometimes languid according to the frequency of the golden brilliance blooming from the tree-root-like Taoist veins.
It seems that the ancient heavenly sound and the chanting of the goddess are indescribably mysterious and profound, and cannot be understood by anyone who wants to understand it.
And under the reverberation of such a mysterious pulse, Feng Jueyu's essence, Qi, spirit, body bones, and soul began to transform quietly in silence, inexplicably reaching a mysterious and mysterious realm.
The benefits of Tao meridians are beginning to appear.
The most direct manifestation is that Feng Jueyu has a new understanding of all the inherited magic, swordsmanship, secrets, spells, true seals, etc. that he has learned.
At this moment, he was clearly performing the lowest level of wind-controlling magic in the God Realm, but he still showed the posture of an immortal.
The wind-controlling magic is famous for its speed, and after Feng Jueyu practiced it through the Shinto formation, he condensed many of its principles, reaching hundreds of varieties.
When riding the wind, Feng Jueyu rides on the wind at his feet, and his back is like a golden rainbow, like a god fighting in the air, as real as an illusion.
But now, with the emergence of the rhythm of the pulse, divine magic has undergone earth-shaking changes.
As he walked, his pace, which was fast and sometimes slow, actually integrated his own divine power and consciousness into one, turning them into divine thoughts.
Then the spiritual thoughts transformed the inside of the body and merged into the origin of the wind from the outside world, and it was magically integrated into one body.
When he thought about the great road, he seemed to be one with the heaven and earth.
With a single thought, you can control the speed, strength, and breath of the wind, as if you have become the wind in this world, and your body is invisible.
So to outsiders, he walked slowly, but he was faster than he was running. Sometimes he was clearly left behind and caught up again in the blink of an eye. It was a bit like teleporting, which was a miraculous feat.
Such a magical method would inevitably lead people to think it was some kind of secret method.
Only Feng Jueyu knew that this was not a secret technique, not even a powerful inherited divine technique. It was just a new understanding of the art of wind control and a magical way to advance to a higher level.
However, precisely because of this, Feng Jueyu became more and more looking forward to it.
Shi Zun said that as long as the Taoism evolves, the cultivation and background of the god will undergo earth-shaking changes, and his combat power will be a hundred times and a thousand times better than those in the same realm.
Nowadays, the Dao Meridian has just begun to appear, and the wind-controlling magic is like a carp leaping through the dragon's gate, showing many miracles. Shi Zunguo will not deceive me.
At present, the Dao Veins have just manifested at the first level of the Metal Phase, and they have such power. Assuming that the Dao Veins of the Chaos Phase are really derived, Xiangbi's own strength will reach transcendental leaps several times or even a dozen times.
"What a pleasure."
After ascending for nearly 100,000 years, Feng Jueyu has been tirelessly searching for the great road. Only today did he realize how ridiculous his original understanding of the great road was.
Fortunately, I was lucky, and at the right time I learned one of the secrets of spiritual practice - Tao Meridian.
I was also very lucky to get the method of evolving the Tao Meridians and successfully revealed the Tao Meridians.
Such a God-given opportunity must not be allowed to slip through my fingers in vain. I must successfully evolve this path.
Feng Jueyu thought to himself, and suddenly, he faintly noticed someone staring at him in an open area in front of him.
Withdrawing his mind, Feng Jueyu glanced over and saw a black robe.
Temu Tuanzhen!
He recognized this person, but didn't know his name. Yesterday, he stood with Ye Xunzhan.