Little junior sister, she cried in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 685 Spirit Witch Clan

"My friend is on the southern battlefield, and I want to go too."

Elder Feng and the other monks were unconvinced by her words.

Some people doubt it, and some people believe it.

But they stopped talking, after all, every monk has his own secret.

If you want to form a team on weekdays, the identity of the other party will naturally be clearer.

But at this time, there were mixed teams everywhere, and there were countless monks who joined halfway.

Compared with the intrigues among the monks, the most important thing at this time is to act unanimously and kill those monsters.

Otherwise, when those monsters grow stronger and the hole in the void is completely opened, none of them will have a place to survive, and they will all die in the end.

Feng Lao and his group of monks were different from the monks at Jie Xiantai. They traveled all year round. After the war broke out, the immortal weapons they used to fly on the road were upgraded, so the speed of traveling was naturally much faster than Lu Qingye's original speed.

Sitting on the fairy boat, she stared at the sound transmission jade tablet in her hand, which Yun Zheng had left for her.

He said that if she arrived in the fairy world in the future, she could send him a message.

If he is still alive, he will return her favor. If he has died, the jade plaque will also be broken into pieces.

There is no reply to the message now, but the jade plaque is not broken either.

A female cultivator on the ship saw her staring at the sound transmission board and guessed it belonged to her friend on the southern battlefield, so she comforted her.

"At this time, the space barriers in all realms are in chaos, and many monks' sound transmission cards have lost their effect. Either use special contact magic weapons, or wait until the energy calms down before trying again."

Yangqin sat next to her. There were only five female cultivators on the boat, and the rest were male cultivators.

Seeing that Lu Qingye was young and alone outside, she felt somewhat pity for her.

This war separated countless monks. Once they go out, they may never be able to return home. "If your friend is above Jade Immortal, it would be a good idea for you to go find him. At least he will have someone to take care of him. But if he is below Jade Immortal, I advise you not to get too close to the spirit-slaying battlefield. The remnant souls of evil spirits are everywhere now. It continues to overflow outwards, and the further back it goes, the more unfathomable it may be.”

The other female cultivator had a gloomy look on her face, looking even more irritated as she looked at the dark, blood-filled sky.

"I don't know how long this war will last, and when the remnant souls of evil spirits will be killed. Or will this be the way the world of immortality will live in the future?"

This kind of dark period of melee is not unheard of in the world of immortality.

Mr. Feng listened to their conversation and sighed in his heart.

The power of the world will inevitably divide if it is united for a long time, and it will unite if it is divided for a long time.

Judging from some of the information he received, this catastrophe may also be the only way for the rules of heaven and earth to be fulfilled.

Some powerful seniors have already begun to prepare for this.

All forces are ups and downs in this uncertain world of immortality. If you are not careful and make the wrong move, you may be doomed.

Deep in the spirit-slaying battlefield, Yun Zheng and Li Yan followed a group of monks wearing black hats and with spiritual patterns carved on their faces.

The yellow sand was flying all around, the heat waves were clearly rolling above, and the wind was howling, but as they walked in this deep chasm, they seemed to be isolated from the rest of the world.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

When Li Yan heard the violent coughing of the old man in front of him, his heart suddenly tightened.

"The High Priest!"

The other spirit witch tribesmen around also stepped forward worriedly.

Liyu waved his hand.

"I'm fine, it's the same old problem. We need to be faster. Those guys who are pressed deep have turned over more recently."