Tianhai Fairy Journey

Chapter 1526 Thunder Tiger
Deep in the battlefield of Shuangyang Sea.

A cyan phantom walked through the depths of the sky, each step traversing a vast expanse of sea.

at the same time.

Li Qing's gaze swept downwards, taking in the entire brutal and fierce battlefield.

The overall situation on the battlefield was consistent with the information he had: the outer defense line of the Shuangyang Sea had begun to show signs of complete collapse, the number of Nascent Soul demon cultivators in the Ghost King Sect had more than doubled compared to before, and in addition, one after another, unicorn ghost spirits that were approaching the late Nascent Soul stage appeared in various corners of the battlefield, destroying large areas of the defense line.

It can be said that in this war without any Nascent Soul stage experts participating, the Ghost King Sect has gained a comprehensive advantage.

In a sense, this is also the terrifying aspect of the demonic path: it can quickly rise from the ashes once given the opportunity.

Even a centipede with a hundred legs doesn't die easily!
The inheritance of demonic cultivation techniques is inherently direct and powerful, and the speed of cultivation is generally much faster than that of immortal cultivators. If given enough time, the demonic faction will rise to power in a very short period of time.

"This is probably why those ancient alien races from beyond the boundary are wary of them!"

Li Qing's eyes flickered slightly.

Based on previous events, although the ancient alien races descended to the realm for other purposes, eliminating the demonic cultivator camp was one of their objectives.

Even though the demonic cultivators within the sealed land are insignificant in the eyes of true spiritual realm experts, as weak as ants, their growth rate is astonishing. If all the demonic cultivators within the sealed land were to receive the feedback from the Great Dao rules after the seal of heaven and earth dissipates, their future growth rate would be even more exaggerated.

"I wonder what kind of agreement the powerful demonic cultivators from beyond the realm reached with the human forces from beyond the realm, that would allow the demonic faction within the sealed land to begin a great revival!"

It should be understood that the sealed land ultimately belongs to the human race outside the realm. The Star Sea Lord and the Xuan Nan Continent Lord, those two true Nascent Soul True Venerables, are the best proof of this.

If the extraterrestrial human race did not allow it, ancient demonic forces such as the Ghost King Sect would have no chance to openly appear in the world.

"Is the intention to use the demonic faction to attract the attention of the other ancient races, thereby alleviating the pressure faced by the human race?"

Just as Li Qing continued his journey toward the Shuangyang Sea Defense Base Camp.

A fierce battle raging in the distance below the sea instantly caught his attention.

"It's that little guy."
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Siyuan Island battlefield.

Above the azure sea, four enormous islands are scattered, each with a giant cauldron as large as a mountain floating on it. The phantom images of the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise suppress the heavens and earth, together forming a mighty array to protect the four islands.

Meanwhile, the area outside the great formation was already shrouded in demonic light, and various demonic Nascent Soul cultivators continued to gather, launching a sustained offensive against the formation.

Roar!Roar!
Four ancient ghostly spirits, each over a hundred feet tall and with a single horn, led the attack on the giant cauldron, the key magical artifact of the Four Symbols Formation.

The outer perimeter of the Four Symbols Azure Dragon Giant Cauldron Formation.

The Nascent Soul cultivators took the initiative to rush out of the great formation and engage in fierce battles with the Nascent Soul demonic cultivators on the outer perimeter in order to relieve the pressure on the great formation.

Boom! !

In one of the battlefields, a tall figure clad in a purple robe with lightning patterns suddenly erupted, unleashing a torrent of purple lightning that transformed into a giant purple lightning palm that descended upon a sinister black-robed demonic cultivator in front of him.

"Damn it, he's a lightning cultivator!"

The sinister old demonic cultivator quickly waved his hand, sending out streaks of black ghostly claws to block the giant purple lightning palm.

boom! boom!
With a series of booming sounds, several black ghost claw phantoms were directly annihilated by the domineering power of thunder.

Upon seeing this, the sinister old demon cultivator's eyes were filled with apprehension.

Among cultivators of the same level, the most feared opponent of demonic cultivators is a cultivator of the Thunder Path, whose demonic power is precisely countered by them.

The opponent was a Thunder Cultivator radiating the aura of a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator.

Before he could think any further, what happened next made him overjoyed.

But the tall figure in the purple robe with lightning patterns didn't use any other methods; instead, he transformed into a bolt of purple lightning and charged straight at them.

"court death!"

The sinister old man suddenly summoned a black altar, which descended upon the tall purple figure. A large amount of ghostly mist erupted, and the ghostly patterns around the altar lit up, transforming into thick black chains that shot out rapidly.

But before the look of surprise on his face could fade, what happened next made his expression change drastically.

boom! boom! boom!
But all that could be seen was that the tall figure in purple robes was surrounded by a surge of lightning that intertwined into a real lightning armor, and then instantly transformed into a purple giant phantom over a hundred feet tall, crashing head-on towards the black altar.

"A body cultivator! He's actually a mid-stage fourth-tier Thunder Path body cultivator!"

The sinister old man in the black robe looked terrified.

The combat prowess of a body cultivator goes without saying, not to mention that the opponent is a body cultivator of the Thunder Dao lineage, which is extremely effective against demonic lineages.

In an instant, he activated the black altar with all his might, and more ghostly chains wrapped around the purple giant's image. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he did not hesitate at all and directly recalled the altar in an attempt to escape.

He had no desire to fight a Thunder Path Body Cultivator; that would undoubtedly be courting death.

However, before he could retreat, the distant phantom of the thunder giant vanished, replaced by an ancient savage bull demon king clad in thunder-patterned scales. Boom! Boom! Boom! The ghostly patterns that had been blocking his way were instantly crushed by the ancient savage bull with thunder-patterned scales.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
The massive, thunder-patterned scaled ancient bull strode through the air, its enormous demonic body not hindering its speed in the slightest. Stepping on thunderclouds, it crashed head-on into the sinister old man almost instantly.

"how is this possible?"

"How did that person transform into a Thunder Demon King? Could it be that the opponent was originally a Thunder Demon King?"

In despair, the sinister old demon cultivator unleashed various life-saving techniques and offensive moves, but he couldn't even break through the outer defenses of the ancient bull demon king with its lightning-patterned scales.

With a scream, the sinister old man in the mid-Nascent Soul stage instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist and perished on the battlefield.

Roar!Roar!
After killing the sinister old man, the ancient savage bull with its thunder-patterned scales continued to charge towards the Nascent Soul demonic cultivators in the surrounding battlefield.

"Thank you for your help, Fellow Daoist Leishan!"

Another mid-stage Nascent Soul demon cultivator on the battlefield was also trampled into a bloody mist by a thick thunder hoof.

In an instant, a bizarre scene unfolded on the battlefield where fierce battles had taken place.

Wherever the ancient savage bull with its thunder-patterned scales approached, the various Nascent Soul demon cultivators fled at top speed, not daring to make contact with it.

That vast, ancient, and oppressive power of thunder instilled deep fear in every Nascent Soul demon cultivator.

Just as the ancient savage bull with its thunder-patterned scale armor continued its charge toward another battlefield.

A massive black magic tower crashed down upon them.

A mid-stage Nascent Soul demonic cultivator from the Ghost King Sect camp appeared.

"I never imagined that the little guy from back then would have become such a powerful figure!"

High above, Li Qing, who was originally planning to leave, stopped and amusement appeared in his eyes.

He was naturally familiar with the Thunder Pattern Bull below; it was the Thunder Spirit Technique - True Thunder Transformation, which he had regarded as his trump card back then.

Later, in order to avoid affecting his own cultivation, he voluntarily abolished that Thunder Body Cultivation Technique and left it, along with a host of treasures, to the newly established True Thunder Sect.

Just then, the battlefield below changed again. The Thunder-Patterned Bull suddenly hurled the top of the black magic tower in the air, and then instantly transformed into a four-winged Thunder Bird. It spread its wings and charged towards the Ghost King Sect's mid-stage Nascent Soul peak expert like a purple lightning bolt.

The Ghost King Sect's mid-stage Nascent Soul peak demonic cultivator clearly hadn't anticipated this sudden turn of events. The four-winged thunderbird beast instantly closed in, and in this crisis, he could only quickly summon a black disc-shaped demonic treasure to save his life. Boom! Boom! The panicked Ghost King Sect demonic cultivator could no longer utilize his advantages and was forced to defend.

But at this critical moment.

A burst of thunder, the might of heaven and earth, descended instantly, followed by the eruption of a purple lightning eye. Black lightning, like a blade of death, pierced towards the demonic cultivators of the Ghost King Sect.

"Breaking the Law with Thunder Eyes!"

The smile in Li Qing's eyes deepened.

This special lightning-type treasure was something he had spent a great deal of effort refining back then; its true form was the lightning eye of the Heavenly Eye Desolate Thunder Beast.

Later, breaking the magic eye also became one of his strongest methods.

"I wonder how the True Thunder Sect is doing these days."

In the battlefield.

"Retreat! The Demon Lord Siming has fallen!"

The entire battlefield situation changed drastically. The fallen Nascent Soul stage peak demonic cultivator was clearly the leader of this battlefield, and the rest of the Nascent Soul demonic cultivators began to flee frantically.

the other side.

After the four-winged thunderbird beast let out a long cry, it dispersed from the spot, leaving only a tall purple figure to slowly appear. On the majestic and cold young face, a purple vortex mark disappeared into the center of his brow, adding a touch of domineering aura.

"This success was partly due to luck. The opponent was unaware of my methods and was able to get close and entangled by me. In the end, I killed him with the Thunder Eye that the Supreme Elder left behind!"

Despite achieving remarkable results, the tall, purple-robed young cultivator felt little joy.

The Ghost King Sect's forces were numerous and powerful. Even the loss of a mid-stage Nascent Soul demon cultivator had no impact on them. Overall, the Ghost King Sect maintained a firm advantage on the battlefield. Fortunately, the Four Symbols Formation behind them was quite powerful, which was able to withstand the Ghost King Sect's strong offensive.

"Little one, it's been a long time!"

The sudden sound in his ear startled the tall, purple-robed young cultivator.

You must know that he is now the renowned Thunder Mountain True Lord, yet that voice actually called him a little guy.

"That voice sounds so familiar."

Suddenly, he looked ahead in disbelief, only to see a young figure in a green robe, long etched in his memory, slowly appear.

"Madam, Elder!"

"Who would have thought that the little boy who cried back then, Lei Hu, has now become the renowned Thunder Mountain True Lord!"

Li Qing chuckled softly, and memories from that time surfaced in his mind.

This True Lord Leishan was the little boy who cried because of the mark on his face back then, and he was also the first disciple of the True Thunder Sect to possess a thunder-type spiritual body.

"Disciple Lei Hu pays respects to the Supreme Ancestor Qingxuan!"

Overwhelmed with emotion, Lei Hu immediately knelt down and bowed in respect.

Little did they know that this scene would leave the many Nascent Soul cultivators who were cleaning up the battlefield speechless.

"Why is that True Lord Leishan kneeling down?"

They couldn't see Li Qing at all, so naturally they didn't know what had happened.

The next moment, an even stranger scene unfolded. The space in the distance rippled slightly, and the Thunder Mountain True Monarch vanished from their sight.

"No need for formalities, I didn't expect you to have already reached the mid-stage of the fourth rank!"

A hint of emotion appeared on Li Qing's face.

In spiritual practice, time knows no bounds; only by seeing one's old friends in person can one truly feel the passage of time.

Upon reflection, it has been more than two hundred years since I first met Lei Hu.

At that time, he had not yet reached the peak of the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, while Lei Hu was just a child of eight or nine years old. In the blink of an eye, the two met again, and the child of that year had now grown into the mighty Lei Shan Zhenjun who dominated the battlefield.

This truly shows how merciless time is!

"I owe my current status entirely to the treasures left by our ancestor and the care of Sect Master Mu!"

Lei Hu quickly spoke humbly.

"Over the years, without the sect leader's constant support, I, Lei Hu, would not be where I am today."

Li Qing smiled and nodded.

Because of him, Mu Ziyu would naturally take care of the development of the True Thunder Sect in secret. Moreover, the Mu family now has many connections with the True Thunder Sect. The first generation elders of the True Thunder Sect were two members of the Mu family with thunder-type spiritual roots.

"How is the sect doing these days?"

After rebuilding the True Thunder Sect, he had already severed all karmic ties with it, and therefore never paid any attention to its situation.

"I have disappointed the Ancestor!"

Lei Hu's face showed an embarrassment: "Currently, I am the only one in the sect at the fourth level, while the others are still at the third level of Golden Core cultivation."

The reason he was able to advance to the mid-stage of the fourth rank in such a short time was mainly because he already possessed the Hidden Thunder Spirit Body, while the others in the sect did not have such a smooth time. Moreover, the Thunder Spirit Technique is also a body cultivation path, and the cultivation speed is inherently slower.

"It's alright. A sect needs time to grow. I believe that under your leadership, the True Thunder Sect will regain its glory!"

"This disciple will certainly live up to the Ancestor's expectations and lead the True Thunder Sect to rise again."

Li Qing continued to inquire about Mu Yuan and Mu Yuan, and then learned that one of them had accidentally exploded and died when he was advancing to the third rank, while Mu Yuan successfully entered the third rank and is now the only third-rank Great Perfection Elder in the True Thunder Sect.

"You should return to the battlefield. I also need to leave to arrange important matters concerning the entire battlefield!"

Li Qing smiled faintly: "I estimate that it won't be long before the situation on the entire battlefield changes completely, and that will be the best time for you to truly accumulate resources."

"Disciple Lei Hu takes his leave."
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Shuangyang Sea Area Battlefield Headquarters.

Inside a majestic council hall.

Six late-stage Nascent Soul elders from the three major families of Daoyuan Chamber of Commerce gathered in the main hall.

"True Monarch Qingxuan has emerged from seclusion!"

The people inside the hall were visibly excited.

The timing of Qingxuan Zhenjun's emergence from seclusion was truly opportune, as the outer defenses had completely collapsed, and they had just been discussing how to arrange their next course of action.

At this moment.

A young figure in a green robe quietly entered the main hall.