Mortals: Tiannan's First Body Cultivator

After being injected with unprecedented magic power, the Qingpan Sword Formation exploded to an unprecedented level!
The one hundred and eight green swords turned into giant swords thousands of feet long, and the sword formation enveloped the entire Tianyuan City!
Seeing this, Qing Yuanzi was delighted. It was rare for him to have such an opportunity to activate the full power of the Qingpan Sword Formation, or even its extraordinary power. It was indeed a rare opportunity for enlightenment. He immediately said:
"Great! Being able to perform the Qing Pan Sword Formation so happily, this trip is worthwhile!

With the sword in my hand, why should I fear the wilderness!
"Old monster Evil Dragon, let's have a fight!"

Seeing this, the old ancestor Nielong said with a smile:

"Great! It's been a long time since the ancestor has let go and practiced his magical powers!

Let me give you a try!"

Then, a huge black dragon shadow appeared above the raging sea of ​​evil, and the dragon claws slowly pressed down, and the raging sea of ​​evil seemed to be about to completely swallow up the entire Tianyuan City!
Even with the combined efforts of Qing Yuanzi and others, they could only use the Qingpan Sword Formation to protect Tianyuan City, without any room for counterattack!

As the evil dragon ancestor continues to increase his magic power, the pressure on the cultivators of both the human and demon races is becoming greater and greater!
Even the magic power around Qing Yuanzi was trembling, and the gap between second-rate Mahayana cultivators and first-rate Mahayana cultivators became increasingly clear in his mind!

Seeing this, Madam Hua Diao shook her head and said:

"Brother Nielong, if you delay, something bad will happen. Don't delay any longer!
Let me lend a hand too!

Peach Blossom Miasma, go!"

Madam Hua Diao just raised her finger and flicked it, and a cloud of peach blossom miasma flew towards Tianyuan City.

Wherever the peach blossom miasma passes, no matter how advanced the cultivator is, their bones and muscles become weak and numb, and the circulation of their magic power becomes sluggish!

Even Tianyuan Shenghuang and Qingyuanzi, two Mahayana cultivators, were unable to completely resist the peach blossom miasma. The magic power of both the human and demon races was all slowed down. The Nielong Patriarch was not polite either, and took the opportunity to suppress it directly!
The Qingpan Sword Formation that Qing Yuanzi was so proud of also began to show cracks under this pressure. Seeing that it was about to break, the cultivators could only hold on tightly!

At this moment, the voice that everyone had been waiting for finally came from afar:

"You three fellow Taoists are going too far!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a Yin-Yang fish image flew straight from afar, transformed into two Yin-Yang fish, breaking open the monstrous sea of ​​sin of the evil dragon ancestor!
However, the evil dragon ancestor was not so easy to deal with. At the moment when the monstrous sea of ​​evil was broken, he displayed his unique skills, the Nine Styles of the Evil Dragon!
The nine evil dragon phantoms condensed into one, completely destroying Qing Yuanzi's Qingpan Sword Formation, and the 108 long swords scattered!
"What? Are you two cowards finally showing up?"

The escaping light that was rushing over was none other than the Mahayana cultivator Mo Jianli from the human race and the Mahayana cultivator Ao Xiao from the demon race!
It turned out that Mo Jianli was trapped in a restriction in the Blood Sky Continent, and had no choice but to seek help from the human and demon races for rescue, and asked Ao Xiao to go and rescue him, and he finally arrived!
"Fellow Daoist Nielong, Fellow Daoist Huadiao, Fellow Daoist Shaling!
You led the beasts from the three great lands to attack our human and demon tribes without any reason, causing countless casualties to our two tribes. How can that be justified? "

Seeing this, Madam Hua Diao said jokingly:

"Mo Jianli, I was wondering why you, an old turtle, are so confident now. It turns out you got a Xuantian Sacred Artifact!
I just don't know how skilled your Xuantian sacred weapon is?
You two have been Mahayana cultivators in Fengyuan Continent for many years. Don’t you understand why we attack the human race?

Let me tell you, our attack is just the beginning. Soon, the Yaksha, Shadow, Wood, and Spirit tribes will all attack you two tribes, the human and the demon!
They have no choice, and neither do you. Who made you two races so numerous?" Mo Jianli heard this and said with a gloomy face:

"You have slaughtered so many lives. If that Xuantian treasure was in our human race's territory, it would have appeared long ago!

What have you gained now? Apart from the hatred between us humans and demons! What else?
You have also seen it now, is it possible that the so-called Xuantian Soul-Slaying Sword is really in the hands of our human race? !
You all know that I have always been weak and dare not offend the nearby tribes easily!

But at this time when the survival of our human race is at stake, hundreds of millions of people are in danger, and the three realms and seven lands are in danger. Do you still want me to ignore it?
Today, four Mahayana monks from our human and demon races are here. If three of you stop fighting, we humans don't have the ability to keep you. But if you want to destroy our race and our home, we will fight you to the death!

It’s been 80,000 years, I’ve lived long enough, what’s the point of fighting you guys to death? ”

When Madam Hua Diao saw this, her expression became serious. She didn't know how to answer for a moment. However, the old ancestor Nie Long still said calmly:

“Where is this?

How can we summon the real Xuantian treasure when not even one-sixth of the human race has died!
If after destroying two realms of the human race and five realms of the demon race, he still fails to summon the treasure of Xuantian, then the ancestor will admit that he miscalculated. But now, it is not time to stop!
Well, all the Mahayana cultivators of the human and demon races are here, right? We can annihilate them in one fell swoop and then march straight in!

Everyone, let’s do it all in one go!”

Before the old ancestor Nielong finished speaking, he flew directly to Qing Yuanzi and cut open Qing Yuanzi's chest with one claw!
Upon seeing this, Qing Yuanzi hurriedly tried to withdraw. He was just an ordinary human cultivator, and his magical powers were better than those of a sword cultivator. The opponent was a dragon from the Mahayana stage with a strong body. He would surely die in a close combat!

However, as a veteran master of Fengyuan Continent, Patriarch Nielong would never give Qing Yuanzi a chance to escape. Under the "Nine Styles of Nielong", Qing Yuanzi could not escape from the palm of Patriarch Nielong no matter how he flew!
On the other side, Venerable Sha Ling also whispered:
"I'm fed up with you guys, one after another, it never ends!
It’s better to fight quickly and decisively! "

After saying that, it turned into a piece of yellow sand and rolled towards Ao Xiao. No matter what kind of magical powers Ao Xiao used, he was still rolled into the yellow sand!

At the same time, Madam Hua Diao also manipulated hundreds of miasma to attack Mo Jianli. As for Saint Emperor Tianyuan, he was almost exhausted at this moment and could not even stand up, let alone fight!

Under the full-strength attack of the three great ancestors, the power of the human and demon races seemed so weak. In a short while, Qing Yuanzi and Mo Jianli were beaten all over their bodies, and Ao Xiao's life and death were uncertain in the yellow sand!
Madam Hua Diao used her magical powers to attack Mo Jianli. If it weren't for the Xuantian Sacred Artifact protecting him, Mo Jianli would have died. Madam Hua Diao smiled and said:

"Mo Jianli, why bother to fight like a trapped beast?

If all of you die today, the human race will be destroyed, and there will no longer be any human race in the spirit world!
If you know what's happening, and hand over your Holy Island and the Horse Spirit to me, I can let you go and leave a place for your race, how do you do that? "

Mo Jianli didn't have time to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said sternly:

“There are over a hundred Mahayana races in the Spirit World, fighting and scrambling for supremacy. Although our human race is weak, it also has a long heritage!
You might as well fool children with these words, but do you really want to show them off at this moment?" (End of this chapter)