Chapter 1390 The Sorrow of the Spiritual Race (IX)

The thunder clouds in the sky would suddenly turn into a huge circular array every few moments, outlining dense thunder and lightning runes, and then a beam of thunder light about ten feet thick would fall from the sky and land on the divine tripod.

On a rock dozens of feet high below, two people were sitting cross-legged. They were looking at the divine tripod above with solemn expressions, with a trace of nervousness in their eyes.

The two people were surprisingly the two brothers Lei Ao and Lei Dong.

"Brother, seventy-two strong men from the clan have jointly arranged this Earth Fiend Thunder Array, gathering the power of true thunder to refine the Ten Thousand Thunder Divine Staff. It has been a long time now, and I don't know when it will be successfully refined. "

"Don't worry, the Ten Thousand Thunder Divine Scepter is not a trivial matter. It is an eighth-level fairy treasure. The refining process diagram was obtained by Lingzun from the Shenlian clan many years ago. It is extremely precious. Even the Shenlian clan has not refined this Ten Thousand Thunder Divine Scepter. How can it be so simple if it is successfully made? However, I have gathered seventy-two tribulation monks from our Lei Ling clan and joined forces to perform the sacrifice. This will undoubtedly shorten the time greatly. As long as the Ten Thousand Thunder Staff is successfully performed, the spirit master will return. That’s when we fight back.”

"That Huantianmou of the human race has really advanced to the realm of the Great Spirit Lord? Is it false? After all, our Northern Territory and Xuanhuang Territory have not seen a Great Spirit Lord for hundreds of thousands of years, and it is not the rumor. The ten rules of Lieutenant General are more than ten times more difficult to perfect than the ordinary rules. For hundreds of thousands of years, our Spirit Clan has only produced one person, the Ten Thousand Wood Spirit Masters, let alone the Great Spirit Master."

"There is no doubt about this matter. I saw it with my own eyes. That day in the Xiantian Thunder Valley, Master Xuanwu and Honghua Huomu were responsible for protecting the law. However, in front of Huan Tianmou, they just met each other and died. He was seriously injured. If Brother Wei hadn't run so fast, his life would have been lost." Speaking of this matter, Lei Ao also had a frightened expression on his face. He even thought he was going to die that day, but Huan Tianmou didn't know it. He took it seriously, or perhaps in order to deal with Master Xuanwu and Honghuahuo Mu, he used all his strength and had no time to take care of himself, which allowed him to save his life.

When Lei Dong heard this, his expression also changed. He knew that his brother would not lie to him, and he felt a little downcast.

"Hmph, it's really hard to understand. The human race deceived the Northern Sky Broken Realm, a barbaric barbarian land, without even a fairy spirit vein, but they could give birth to a great spiritual master. Is it true that the human race is a race favored by God? "

"Don't be discouraged. The human race was originally a tyrannical race in the Holy Moon Continent. It was only after experiencing a great catastrophe countless thousands of years ago that all the strong human race members were killed and injured, and then they began to decline. In fact, several of our spiritual race members The ancestors also know that the human race has some residual forces in every corner of the Holy Moon Continent. If these forces really come together, they cannot be underestimated. Therefore, for so many years, our spirit race has always used the method of boiling frogs in warm water. , trying to gradually compress the human race's living area until it is destroyed. Alas, I just didn't expect that Huan Tianmou blew himself up in his dantian and disappeared from his serious injuries. Ten thousand years later, he advanced to the Great Spirit Lord. However, as long as Wan Mu Spirit Lord obtained the Wan Lei God, The staff can at least remain invincible, and our Spirit Race will have a chance to make a comeback."

"Rumble~~~" Rays of lightning fell one after another, pouring into the Thunder Seal Divine Cauldron in mid-air, constantly tempering the Ten Thousand Thunder Divine Staff transformed from the Chaos Divine Stone.

Lei Ao and Lei Dong also fell silent, staring at the divine tripod in mid-air, waiting quietly.

Xuanwu Backbone Mountain is like a giant dragon, lying in the Xuanwu Mountains. But at this moment, Xuanwu Backbone Mountain has completely woken up. Endless auras are rising into the sky, and above these auras, they are still floating. There are huge groups of spiritual clouds.

These spiritual clouds shot out thick spiritual lights in all directions, and then connected with each other, falling into huge light shields, covering part of the Xuanwu Spine Mountain.

On Xuanwu Spine Mountain, you can vaguely see countless immortal cultivators wearing armor, busy, some are casting spells to consolidate the formation, some are preparing supplies for spiritual stones, and many immortal cultivators are integrating into the formation. Sitting cross-legged in the void, guarding the center of the formation, and at the same time being able to activate the formation to counterattack at any time.

In the Xuanwu Immortal Cultivation World, all immortal cultivators at the Golden Core stage and above have been mobilized. Even the low-level monks at the Foundation Establishment stage have been recruited due to lack of manpower.

Led by Xuanwu Lingzong, the four major Lingsects spent all their spiritual stone resources at all costs.

They knew that this war was related to the survival of the Xuanwu Immortal Realm and whether the Tuling clan could continue, so almost all the sects began to respond. As for those who were careful and wanted to escape, After being killed many times, he became more honest.

Moreover, the entire Xuanwu Immortal Realm, whether in the void or on the ground, is almost guarded by people. Unless one is in the advanced stage of cultivation and can use the teleportation technique, there is no way to escape.

After experiencing a brief panic, the four major spiritual sects headed by Xuanwu Lingzong began to promote the Beitian Broken Realm again. The four major races headed by the human race openly rebelled and led tens of millions of immortal armies to enter the spiritual race area. Everywhere they went , they will slaughter all the people of the Spirit Clan along the way. They can only fight to the death to resist the southward march of their fairy army. As long as they wait for the arrival of the eight-line Spirit Clan fairy army led by Wan Mu Lingzun, they can turn defeat into victory and take the initiative to attack. , completely annihilating these four races.

The people of the Spirit Clan originally looked down upon the small barbarian tribes in the North such as the Human Race, Tianmu Clan, Fei Yu Clan and Bai Tong Clan. When they heard that they dared to attack the Spirit Clan, they also massacred the entire Tuyin Ling Sect and the surrounding Spirit Clan monks. , were furious, and after learning that Wanmu Lingzun was already gathering the eight-line immortal army of the Spirit Clan, they became even more confident and began to actively cooperate with the will of the four major spiritual sects such as Xuanwu Lingzong to complete various large formations and restrictions. , the entire Xuanwu Spine Mountain was almost completely shrouded in a dense formation. All kinds of auras shot straight into the sky, and faintly transformed into a giant aura dragon, lying in the Xuanwu Mountains.

On the highest peak in the center of the Xuanwu Mountains, the Xuanwu boy is standing at the front. Beside him, there are several people standing, including Mu Tianjiao, Huang Linghua, and the leader of the Haisha Lingzong - Cang Shaoyuan; Chiyan Lingzong The sect leader - Lie Tianxing; the sect leader of the Tianyan Ling Sect - Liu Shaer, and several inner domain core elders under their respective sects were all present.

Obviously, among the many people, the Xuanwu boy is the leader, and the other Ling sect leaders, although they are not convinced by the Xuanwu boy in their hearts, on the surface, the Tuling clan leader is still the Xuanwu boy. The most important thing is that the Xuanwu boy is Xuanwu. As a disciple of the Master, no matter what his status is, he has an unsurpassed status in the Tuling clan.

"Fellow Taoists, this time is a life-and-death battle for our Earth Spirit Clan. In the Beitian Broken Realm, led by the Human Clan, the Tianmu Clan, the Feiyu Clan, and the White Eyes Clan have all their elites. Tens of millions of immortal armies will soon join forces. At the foot of our Xuanwu Spine Mountain, everyone should work together to protect our Tuling clan from this crisis."

"Fellow Xuanwu Daoist, although the Beitian Broken Realm is a barbaric land, headed by the Two Saints of Heavenly Eyes, the White Feather Saint of the Feiyu Clan, and the Lengsha Saint of the White Tong Clan, they are all in the Mahayana stage. These people are really Won't you take action?" Cang Shaoyuan, the leader of Haisha Ling Sect on the side, said with a worried expression on his face.

"Brother Cang, you can rest assured. Wanmu Lingzun has already prepared a countermeasure for this matter. He has already invited Lei Ao to invite Patriarch Poison Fire and Empress Jin Shu, and I have also invited the three divine monarchs to come out of the mountain. With the strength of the three of them, , although it may not be possible to defeat the Four Saints of Tianmu, Baiyu Saint and Lengsha Saint, but it is still not a problem to contain them. "

"Fellow Xuanwu, where is the great human spirit master? Will he take action at a critical moment?" Lie Tianxing, the leader of Chiyan Lingzong, also said beside him.

The Xuanwu boy turned his head and glanced at him. He understood that the worries of several people were simply worried that several Mahayana monks in the Beitian Broken Realm would personally take action. Although in the world of immortality, Mahayana monks are not allowed to participate in wars, this has also been the rule in the world of immortality for countless years. Unspoken rules.

But those are wars between ordinary sects in the world of immortality. The real racial wars are not among them. It is not difficult to understand. The racial wars are related to the life and death of one's own race, so how can it happen? Have some scruples.

In fact, he also had this worry in his heart.

At this time, a delicate voice sounded from the side: "Fellow Xuanwu Daoist, even if all of the tens of thousands of immortal armies in the North Sky Broken Realm are elite, they may not be able to break through the defense organized by our entire Xuanwu Immortal Realm. But if those Mahayana monks take action, it will be different. Once the defenses we have deployed are breached in a short period of time, it will inevitably affect the morale of the army. When the time comes, the army will be defeated like a mountain, and it will be difficult for us to restore the decline. Difficult."

The three Ling Sect masters all looked at the Xuanwu boy, as if they wanted to get the exact message from him that the opponent's Mahayana monks would not participate in the war.

The boy Xuanwu also felt bitter in his heart. Although he invited the three divine kings, it was a pity that although he saw the golden-scaled infant old man in the Turtle Head Clan, the other party rejected his request on the grounds that he was practicing a magical power and could not clone himself.

The Xuanwu boy was helpless about this, and he felt lucky to be able to invite the three divine kings.

As for the three divine kings, Patriarch Poison Fire, and Empress Jin Shu, he was not very sure that they could prevent the other Mahayana monks from taking action in person. These people were all aliens, and none of them were from the spiritual race. How many of them were there? Sincerity to stop Beitian Shattered Realm is a matter of two things.

But as the leader of the Xuanwu Immortal Realm, he naturally cannot tell his true thoughts, otherwise it will shake the morale of the army. Before the opponent's immortal army arrives, his own side may have fallen apart.

"Don't worry, everyone, the three ancestors are all affiliated races of our Spiritual Clan, and have been taken care of by our Spiritual Clan for many years. Moreover, Empress Jin Shu is a close friend of Wanmu Lingzun, and Poison Fire Patriarch and Honghua Fire Mother have also been friends for many years. Friendship, I think they will do their best.”

"Well, with the words of fellow Xuanwu Daoist, we are relieved. Led by our four major spiritual sects, we have summoned almost all the immortal cultivators of the Golden Core stage and above in the Xuanwu Immortal Cultivation World, and tens of millions of immortal armies in the Beitian Broken Realm. In front of us, we can only fail."

"I really didn't expect that the small human race would actually have a great spiritual master. Hey, with this great spiritual master, the human race is almost invincible, so for us, this war does not seem to be What’s the point?”

Cang Shaoyuan sighed softly and said.

"This is not necessarily the case. As long as Wan Mu Lingzun refines the Wan Lei Divine Scepter and relies on the Wan Lei Divine Scepter's ability to restrain the prophecy rules, Huantianmou may not be Ling Zun's opponent. By then, maybe we can destroy the human race in one fell swoop and occupy The entire Beitian Shattered Realm." The Xuanwu boy continued to give a few people confidence.

"I hope it will be as my Taoist friend Xuanwu wishes."

While the group was discussing, countless clouds appeared in the sky almost instantly, covering the sky and the sun, with no end in sight. In these clouds, there were dozens of huge immortal fortresses, each of which was thousands of feet in size and extremely powerful. Even the Xuanwu boys of the spirit race looked solemn when they saw this.

The three immortal armies of the Northern Sky Fragment Realm had already joined together and arrived in front of the Xuanwu Spine Mountain.

In the boundless wild forest, with a golden light and shadow flashing slightly, a short old man appeared. The old man had a rat-like head and rat-like eyes, wearing a light green robe, and his forehead was covered with fine golden scales, which looked a bit weird.

After he appeared, his small eyes rolled around, flashing a hesitant expression.

"Huh? I was performing the Turtle Hidden Movement Technique, why did I escape from the space for no reason? Is there any flaw in the Ghost Hidden Movement Technique that I practiced? It shouldn't be like this. It was always smooth when I performed it before, but why is it like this this time?"

Just as he hesitated, the surrounding void suddenly darkened, and endless Dao patterns emerged, densely packed, extending from the sky and the earth to the surroundings.

Almost in the blink of an eye, it covered all the areas within the sight of the short old man.

Seeing this scene, the short old man suddenly showed a surprised expression, and after a little thought, his face suddenly changed.

"Golden Scale Infant Old Man, I haven't seen you for ten thousand years. I thought you were quiet. I didn't expect that you couldn't stand the temptation of the Ten Thousand Wood Spirit Venerable and tried to wade into this muddy water. Don't blame me."

"Huanhuan Tianmou, have you really. Really advanced to the realm of the Great Spirit Venerable?" The Golden Scale Infant Old Man showed fear in his eyes, and his words were a little stuttering.

"Haha, what do you think?"

The shocked expression on the face of the Golden Scale Infant Old Man disappeared when he heard this, and he forced out a smile.

"Fellow Daoist Huan, this is all a misunderstanding. I have already rejected the disciple of Master Xuanwu, Xuanwu Tongzi, and this matter is originally a grudge between you and Wanmu Lingzun. I will definitely not get involved in it."

"Golden Scale Infant Old Man, you are really a fence-sitter. In comparison, the straightforward Three-Headed God is much better than you. Do you think I don't know? Wanmu Lingzun sent someone to personally give you a ten thousand year dragon pill, and you immediately agreed to come out of the mountain to stand up for the spirit race. The reason why you rejected the junior Xuanwu Tongzi was just for the ten thousand year dragon pill in Wanmu Lingzun's hand."

"You? You know all this?" The Golden Scale Infant Old Man's face changed, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"So you'd better accept your fate." As the cold voice sounded, a huge gray-black vortex began to emerge in the dark void around it. A huge hand covered with dense Taoist patterns slowly stretched out from the vortex, fell from the sky, and grabbed the Golden Scaled Infant Old Man by the head.