Chapter 373: Honorable Placement

In this direction, more than seven million monks from the core circle of Wanmo Ridge gathered. There were many magic arrays and spiritual tools in the sky and underground, which were tightly blocked. Such a line of defense was solid.

However, when the figure of Suzaku passed by, this solid line of defense was like paper, and a gap was easily torn.

The monks of Wanmo Ridge who pulled the spiritual net to cover Suzaku were the first to bear the brunt. Before they got close enough, their clothes and hair were burned, and the protective spiritual power did not play any role.

At this time, they finally realized that the disaster was about to come, and wanted to turn around and run away, but it was too late.

The wings of Suzaku fluttered slightly, and the slender and elegant figure crossed the barrier of space, and the orange-red flames enveloped them.

Screams rang out, and one after another, figures fell down like raindrops, and died on the spot before they completely landed.

More monks of Wanmo Ridge were swept into the orange-red flames. Even the powerful monks of Lingxi Ranking were as fragile as ants in front of such means.

The dense formation was originally intended to better deal with the charge from the Haotian League, but at this moment it became the biggest failure.

The figure of the Vermillion Bird passed through the most concentrated area of ​​the crowd, and the scorching power plowed a death zone in the air and underground, and crashed into the Ten Thousand Poison Forest.

The power remained undiminished, and the poison barriers that permeated the Ten Thousand Poison Forest all year round were cleared out to form a hollow area. Wherever the Vermillion Bird passed, the poison barriers disappeared.

Looking down from the sky, outside the Ten Thousand Poison Forest, the originally tight formation of the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge now had a gap as wide as dozens of feet. There was no one in the gap. On both sides of the gap, there were terrified monks from the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge, and their eyes were trembling as they looked at the orange-red figure that crashed into the Ten Thousand Poison Forest.

They were able to survive, not because they were strong enough, but because they were lucky enough not to be affected by the huge figure.

And the monks of the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge who were affected were all burnt and lifeless at this moment.

In just a dozen breaths, more than two hundred monks from the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge gathered here were killed or injured! Even the cultivators on the Lingxi list died, including Wu Beihan, who ranked 33rd.

After all, he was the strongest in this operation, so when the Vermillion Bird showed up, he did not choose to dodge or escape, but ordered the cultivators from all directions to attack.

But he underestimated the power of the Fire Phoenix. When the orange-red figure rushed in front of him, it was too late to run.

He left peacefully.

The clear and loud cry sounded again, and the figure of the Vermillion Bird suddenly disintegrated after crashing into the Ten Thousand Poison Forest for several miles, turning into dots of fluorescence.

Amid the flying fluorescence, a figure fell straight down.

"It's Lu Yiye!" A cultivator from the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge exclaimed with a trembling voice.

The Vermillion Bird, one of the Four Sacred Beasts, was created by Lu Ye's tricks. Now that the Vermillion Bird is gone, Lu Ye's figure naturally appears, but looking at his current condition, it seems... not very good?

"He's not going well!" Someone shouted in surprise.

This shocking method killed more than 200 core monks of Wanmo Ridge at one time. The red light from the corpses gathered into a light band and drifted towards the place where Lu Ye fell.

But is this really a method that a Lingxi Realm monk can use at will?

After practicing to this level, who doesn't understand the truth that the stronger the method, the greater the price.

Although it is unknown why Lu Yiye can use such a method, he is undoubtedly at the end of his strength at this moment, and may have suffered a great backlash.

This is definitely his most vulnerable time, which can be seen from his embarrassed falling figure.

The boundless fear just now was suddenly hit by a great surprise, and all the Wanmo Ridge monks saw that this was an opportunity.

An opportunity to kill Lu Ye!

Lu Yiye of the Bixue Sect is a mobile treasure house. Whoever kills him will have endless wealth in the future.

So after a brief stagnation, the mood of all the surviving Wanmo Ridge monks became hot.

However, before they rushed into the Ten Thousand Poison Forest to look for Lu Ye, the sound of swords suddenly rang out.

Someone shouted: "The Haotian League is coming!"

The monks of Wanmo Ridge, whose attention was attracted by Lu Ye, turned around and saw that more than a dozen sword madmen from the Beixuan Sword Sect formed a sword formation, flying swords like dragons, attacking this side, and following behind this group of sword madmen were three or four hundred monks of the Haotian League.

The appearance of the Vermillion Bird was indeed shocking, but the Haotian League was not the attacked party after all, so it was the first to recover than the Ten Thousand Poison Ridge.

Yu Lianzhou and others immediately realized that this was a good opportunity to attack the Ten Thousand Poison Ridge. When the figure of the Vermillion Bird crashed into the Ten Thousand Poison Forest, they launched an attack on the enemy who was in a state of confusion.

A war suddenly broke out.

There were thousands of Wanmo Ridge monks gathered inside and outside the Ten Thousand Poison Forest. There were more than 700 people in this direction before. Even if some of them died just now, the Ten Thousand Poison Ridge still had an advantage in terms of numbers.

But sword cultivators are best at killing, especially when more than ten sword cultivators formed a huge sword formation, the killing power increased greatly, and the sword dragon formed by thousands of flying swords crashed into the crowd and immediately turned into a sharp weapon for mincing meat. Screams rose and fell, and blood and broken limbs flew everywhere.

Following this sword formation, more than 300 Haotian League cultivators used various methods to kill the Wanmo Ridge party.

If the previous arrangements were still there, Wanmo Ridge could still rely on those arrangements to turn the situation around, but when the figure of Zhuque passed through this area, all the formations and methods arranged in advance had been destroyed.

At this moment, the only thing that Wanmo Ridge could rely on was the advantage in numbers.

This slight advantage could not stop the attack of Haotian League. Under the pressure, Wanmo Ridge could not resist for a while, until a group of monks on both sides heard the noise and came to help, which curbed the momentum of Haotian League's attack.

The hundreds of people from Haotian League did not want to fight, and ran away immediately after taking advantage. Wanmo Ridge chased them, and it was a grand battle...

Just as the two monks were fighting, Lu Ye was covered in blood in the Ten Thousand Poison Forest, his breath was weak, and he ran away.

He felt that his consciousness was blurred at this moment, exhausted, and his spiritual power was almost dry. If he had not drunk a bottle of Xiguo wine before casting the Fire Phoenix, he would have been exhausted at this moment.

There were countless wounds on his skin, and even the flesh and blood inside his body were damaged.

He secretly thanked that fortunately he had stored a lot of spiritual power with the five spiritual patterns before, otherwise he would not be able to cast the Fire Phoenix this time.

This spiritual pattern puts too much pressure on the spiritual power and the mind, and it is simply not something that a cultivator of his level can perform.

Although he succeeded in performing it in the end, the fire phoenix he constructed was not under his control at all. Otherwise, he would not have crashed into the Ten Thousand Poison Forest and killed hundreds of Ten Thousand Demon Ridge cultivators there.

Not long after crashing into the Ten Thousand Poison Forest, the fire phoenix collapsed. It was not because of the exhaustion of power, but because he was unable to persist. If he continued to persist, Lu Ye felt that he would die.

In order to easily construct this huge spiritual pattern and control it perfectly, Lu Ye estimated that he had to be promoted to the Yunhe Realm to be possible... just a possibility.

The Xiguo wine continued to work, and the consumed spiritual power was quickly replenished, but the sequelae of performing the fire phoenix were quickly showing.

He did not dare to stay where he was, because there were traces of Ten Thousand Demon Ridge cultivators in the Ten Thousand Poison Forest. His figure that fell down just now was so obvious that someone must have come to find him.

If he met a cultivator from the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge at this time, Lu Ye estimated that he would definitely not have a good end, and the strength he could exert now was greatly reduced.

Fortunately, he had communicated with Yiyi in advance. Yiyi was guiding the giant armor to move closer to him. In addition, the poisonous barriers were everywhere in the Ten Thousand Poison Forest, and the vision was blocked. It would not be easy for the people of Wanmo Ridge to find his trace in this environment. As long as he was careful enough, there should be no big problem.

Just as he was thinking this, a divine secret suddenly fell from the dark, and then a huge translucent list appeared out of thin air in the sky above his head.

The names and origins of a hundred people were printed on the list, which was the famous Lingxi List.

Lu Ye, who was fleeing, froze.

Things seemed... not good!

Lu Ye naturally knew about the Lingxi List. He heard from his fourth senior brother that the cultivators who were on the Lingxi List for the first time could feel this omnipresent divine secret, and if they performed well enough, the divine secret would have a unique way to highlight the people on the list, which was a kind of recognition and reward from the divine secret.

But since ancient times, there have not been many people who have truly been recognized and rewarded by Tianji. Judging from the proportion of people on the list, only one person in ten thousand will appear every few years.

Lu Ye was still thinking about carefully hiding his whereabouts. The translucent Lingxi list suddenly fluttered above his head like a flag. Within a hundred miles, anyone who was not blind should be able to see this list.

Could it be...

Shouldn't it be...

Why...

Under the gaze of countless eyes, the names of five people on the Lingxi list suddenly dimmed, and then turned into fluorescent light and disappeared, which meant that these five people either promoted to Yunhe or fell.

And at the 33rd position, a line of gold-plated characters suddenly appeared.

Lu Yiye, Bingzhou Bixue Sect, Tianji Seventh Level!

Then, everyone below the 33rd place passed one up, and at the vacant position at the end, there were a few more lines of characters, indicating the names, origins, and cultivation of the new people on the list.

The huge Lingxi list was hanging high in the sky. At this moment, all the cultivators within a radius of 100 miles could see it clearly. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the row of big words ranking 33, especially the last five words.

Heaven level seven realm!

How dazzling.

Since ancient times, the strong men on the Lingxi list have all been at the level of Tianjiu. Only in the past ten years, Li Baxian appeared. With the cultivation level of Tianba, he has always occupied the top ten positions on the Lingxi list. But Li Baxian is different. He fell from the cultivation level of Tianjiu. Even if he broke a spiritual orifice, his own foundation is still there. Moreover, he is gifted and can control a hundred swords. Even the sword master of Beixuan Sword Sect has thought of accepting him as a disciple.

Tianqi's cultivation level has never been on the Lingxi list before!