Begin the path of immortality from mortals

"Brother Hu, have you still not agreed to join us in killing Lu Tiandu?"

Inside the main hall, after the three members of the Jiaochi tribe discussed for a while and still could not make an accurate judgment, Mr. Yueqing looked at Mr. Shixin and changed the topic to another matter.

"No."

Taoist Shi Xin frowned, as if he remembered something, and said thoughtfully:

"Although the Sea Kings lent us the Sky Viewing Mirror, I always feel that they are hiding something or have other plans. However, there is too little information, so I can't guess."

"Could this matter be related to this person Lu Tiandu?"

Madam Ming asked suspiciously, "Although this person has good combat power, he is only an early Mahayana cultivator after all. The Sea King Clan is not afraid of him, right?"

"It shouldn't be the case. I always feel that the Sea King Clan has other plans."

Taoist Shi Xin shook his head. "Forget it. We don't need to speculate on this matter anymore. As an ally, it is already a great favor for them to lend us the Observation Mirror. Why should we delve into their privacy?"

"Now that we have learned the information we can from Guanghan Realm, let's use the Sky Observation Mirror and the Sky-Seeing Bell to investigate the existence of the other half of the Bell Spirit!"

"Brother Shixin is absolutely right."

The other two people also nodded.

Soon, all the restrictions outside the hall here were activated, and the monks on the golden warship also became alert.

Inside the hall, Taoist Shi Xin waved his hand casually, and an ancient mirror about a foot in size and a three-foot-tall snow-white bell suddenly appeared.

This ancient mirror looks extremely simple and quaint, emitting a soft five-colored light. The front is so bright that you can reflect a person. If you stare at it for a long time, it seems that your soul is sucked into the invisible vortex within the mirror.

As for the back of the ancient mirror, it was covered with dozens of gold and silver runes, which were silver tadpole script and gold seal script.

This mirror is none other than the Sea King Clan's treasure, the Sky-viewing Mirror.

Needless to say, the snow-white small bell is the treasure, the Mi Tian Bell, whose origin is now damaged.

"Okay, let's work together to drive this treasure!"

After Taoist Shi Xin made some hand gestures and chanted some incantations, the Sky-Viewing Mirror suddenly became about ten feet in size. With a slight shake, the mirror faced upwards and appeared under the small snow-white bell, as if supporting the Mi Tian Bell.

Soon, the three Mahayana monks in the early stage looked serious, and while they were making hand gestures and chanting incantations, tremendous magic power was continuously injected into the Sky-viewing Mirror.

At the same time, the Sky-viewing Bell above the Sky-viewing Mirror emitted a faint white light and slowly turned, and low bell sounds echoed in the hall.

It was not until an hour later that Shi Xindao and his two companions, who had lost a lot of magic power, stopped casting spells with gloomy faces.

"Could it be that the one who is plotting against us this time is really a Mahayana cultivator from Guanghan Realm?"

After all, Mrs. Ming, who was a little impatient, interrupted the dull atmosphere and seemed a little uncertain.

"That should be it. We have jointly activated the Sky Viewing Mirror three times, and with the help of the other half of the law mark in the Mystical Sky Bell, we were not able to sense the existence of the other half of the law mark in the Mystical Sky Bell. Obviously, the other half of the bell spirit may have been left in the Guanghan Realm."

Mr. Yueqing said in a deep voice.

"I also think so."

Taoist Shi Xin could not hear any emotion in his tone. "According to the function of the Sky Viewing Mirror, all the Xuantian treasures in the spiritual world cannot escape its detection. But now that the three of us have used our full strength to drive this treasure, we still have nothing to show for it. This obviously indicates some problems."

"The only pity is that even if we ask a senior from our clan who has reached the Tribulation Stage to drive this treasure, we may not be able to sense the existence of the other half of the Zhong Ling in Guanghan Realm. After all, we all know that without becoming a True Immortal, this Xuantian treasure simply cannot exert its full power!"

"I have to admit that our plan for Guanghan Realm this time has failed. And this time, our plan to make up for it and try to recall the other half of Zhong Ling has also completely failed..."

When Taoist Shi Xin said this, he could no longer conceal the disappointment and gloom in his tone.

Now that the clan's treasure has lost much of its power in their hands, the responsibility for this huge loss will rest solely on them.

"Let's leave Guanghan Realm's affairs at this point. From now on, we will focus all our attention on invading Tianyun!"

Taoist Shi Xin said in a cold tone, "This time, we must gain enough benefits from the Tianyun Clan to make up for the huge losses we have caused to the clan..."

Half an hour later, above the huge golden warship, the Sky Mirror turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the void in a flash...

Somewhere in Cloud City.

After hiding his tracks, Lu Tiandu appeared in Yuncheng and silently observed the city which was now engulfed in war.

At this moment, high in the sky outside Yuncheng, the two "fortress-class" warships of the Jiaochi tribe were constantly fighting with four Yuncheng Guard puppets with the strength of the early stage of fusion.

Meanwhile, above Yuncheng, the cultivator surnamed Bing, Fairy Yue, and other cultivators who had reached the state of integration and refining emptiness were like sharp knives, constantly weaving into the battle groups of Tianyun cultivators that were besieged by the cultivators of the Jiaochi tribe. While using powerful means to rescue these Tianyun cultivators, they also wantonly killed the Jiaochi tribe's cultivators who had reached the state of incarnation and refining emptiness.

However, as many Jiaochi monks from the rear continued to join the battle, the fall of Yuncheng was obviously only a matter of time, and these combined monks could hardly change this trend.

Lu Tian appeared somewhere in Yuncheng from time to time, of course not just to watch the battle between the two races.

At some key places where the group of cultivators were not paying attention, he would occasionally send out a jade talisman which disappeared into somewhere in Yuncheng.

These jade talismans and corresponding secret techniques were the immortal secret techniques that Lu Tiandu obtained from the memory of Taoist Qizhe. They would help him to quickly seal off the cultivators in the Cloud City and successfully take over the city.

Time flies, and half a day has passed.

The Mahayana monk named Weng in the spiritual battle castle took out a Wanli Talisman, and after examining it, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Then, he sent out a sound transmission note which turned into a flame and flew straight to Lu Tiandu's cave in Yuncheng.

"Has the Tianyun Clan already made all the arrangements? If so, it's time for me to take action!"

After the Shura clone put away the sound transmission talisman, his figure flashed out of the cave and soon reunited with the Mahayana monk named Weng.

A moment later, after the Mahayana monk surnamed Weng made some arrangements for the other saintly monks who stayed behind, two faint rays of light flashed out of Yuncheng and disappeared silently into the sky.

"Will these cultivators who fought hard in the last battle in Yuncheng be taken into the Mustard Seed Cave and taken away by a Saint Clan Rank 3 cultivator? If so, it would save me a lot of effort!"

After receiving the voice transmission from Shura's clone before his departure, Lu Tiandu smiled slightly, and then looked at the two castle-class warships in the sky above Yuncheng and the golden warship tens of thousands of miles away, "In that case, I will collect these three warships at the same time!"

Although the Mahayana monk surnamed Weng did not tell Shura's clone about the Tianyun clan's plan, Lu Tiandu roughly guessed that the Mahayana monks of the Tianyun clan would probably take advantage of the Jiaochi clan's eagerness to win and use the strategy of luring the tiger away from the mountain. He would transfer three Mahayana monks including Shi Xindao from the city-level warship and attack them separately, giving Shura's clone the opportunity to create a chance to kill the other Mahayana monks.

This matter would probably require the cooperation of Madam Sha and others, and all the holy monks originally from Yuncheng and the holy monks from the Jiaochi clan who were temporarily besieged were obviously like baits.

And when the three Mahayana monks in Yuncheng left, these warships were just the right thing for him to take.

Not long after the Mahayana monk surnamed Weng and his Shura clone left, tens of thousands of miles away, Madam Ming and others who were mobilizing troops to prepare for a round-the-clock battle against the monk surnamed Bing, Fairy Yue and other Tianyun combined monks in Yuncheng also received urgent news.

"What? Fellow Daoist Gu Yue sent a message that in addition to Madam Sha, there seems to be another Tianyun Mahayana cultivator who has descended on another battlefield. Moreover, he seems to have brought a number of Saint Clan cultivators with him using space treasures!"

The layman from Yueqing was surprised.

"It seems that the other party knew that Yuncheng would be lost, and wanted to kill some of the Saint Clan monks in our clan before leaving!"

Mrs. Ming seemed to understand something.

"Humph, do they think that with Weng Qian and Lu Tiandu in Yuncheng, they can make us shrink back? This time, let us let them see the power of our clan's Mi Tian Bell!"

Taoist Shi Xin snorted coldly. In the previous two battles, neither side could do anything to the other.

Therefore, these high-level fighters can only remain in a stalemate and let the low-level tribesmen fight.

Under such circumstances, it is only a matter of time before the Jiaochi tribe completely captures Yuncheng and occupies one third of Tianyun's territory.

As the battle was about to come to an end, the Tianyun Clan actually caused such a trouble, which immediately made Taoist Shi Xin sneer.

'Lu Tiandu' had previously relied on his amazing combat power as a physical cultivator and the three-colored small mountain Xuantian remnant treasure in his hand to be able to fight against two early Mahayana cultivators, leaving them helpless.

But they actually have a trump card, which is the treasure called the Mi Tian Bell that they have been carrying with them for the past few months and have never used.

This treasure naturally contains the extremely strange law of sound. Not only is its attack power extremely sharp, but it is also extremely strange, making it impossible to defend against.

Although Lu Tiandu's physical attack and defense capabilities were extremely amazing, under such a strange sound wave attack, Taoist Shi Xin believed that he would probably be seriously injured in one encounter, even though the Mi Tian Bell was now just a remnant of a Xuantian treasure.

At that time, as long as Lu Tiandu can be killed, not only can the Xuantian remnant treasure be obtained, but the current stalemate caused by Lu Tiandu's existence can also be broken. It can be said to kill several birds with one stone and it will be greatly beneficial to the battle situation.

Soon, three beams of light rose into the air without any concealment from the golden warship and disappeared into the sky.

Obviously, since the three received the news from Patriarch Gu Yue, they probably guessed that the Mahayana monk surnamed Weng and Lu Tian in Yuncheng had secretly left, and the city was now obviously just an empty city.

It no longer mattered whether they hid their tracks or not.

About a cup of tea later, in the void somewhere hundreds of thousands of miles away from Yuncheng, just as Taoist Shi Xin and his two companions were about to continue moving towards the ancient battlefield that temporarily trapped many holy monks of the Jiaochi tribe.

Somewhere a hundred miles away, Mahayana monk surnamed Weng and his Shura clone suddenly stepped out of the void.

"Humph, I have already anticipated your little tricks. I'm afraid there are more than just the two of you here, right?"

Taoist Shi Xin and his two companions stopped their escape and looked at the Mahayana monk named Weng with murderous intent in his eyes and sneered.

"As expected, nothing can be hidden from Daoist friend Shixin."

The Mahayana monk surnamed Weng did not hide anything and said to a certain place in the void:
"Brother Hu, please come out and meet the three fellow Taoists from the Jiaochi tribe!"

As soon as the Mahayana monk surnamed Weng finished speaking, the void rippled and a calm and elegant middle-aged man in a black robe appeared.

This middle-aged man in black robe also has the cultivation level of the early Mahayana stage.

Except for Shura's clone who had previously detected this person's hiding place with his powerful spiritual sense, no one else here probably knew that his invisibility technique was so advanced.

They had secretly released their spiritual sense before, but they were unable to detect this person hiding nearby.

"It is rumored that the Tianyun Clan has a mysterious Mahayana who is proficient in the art of assassination. I'm afraid that this is Fellow Daoist Hu?"

Taoist Shi Xin looked at the middle-aged man in black robe carefully and suddenly said.

With the appearance of this person, he obviously understood that the information that Fellow Daoist Gu Yue had previously conveyed about the Tianyun Clan's plot against the holy cultivators of the Jiaochi Clan should have been just a smokescreen.

The person that the Tianyun clan really wants to target is one of the three of them.

The person who took action was naturally not the Mahayana monk named Hu who was proficient in the art of assassination, but Lu Tiandu.

"But I'm afraid your plan will fail this time!"

This thought flashed through the mind of Taoist Shi Xin. He smiled coldly and before the other Mahayana named Weng could say anything, he said directly:
"In that case, let's have a fight! This time, let me experience the magical power of Fellow Daoist Lu!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and a thick thumb with astonishing momentum suddenly appeared. At the same time as the vitality of heaven and earth changed, the thick thumb flashed and shot straight towards Shura's clone.

The action of Taoist Shi Xin, a cultivator at the peak of the early stage of Mahayana, who took the initiative to challenge Lu Tiandu made the Mahayana cultivator surnamed Weng frown secretly.

Originally, their plan was to have Lu Tiandu kill Madam Ming or Mr. Yueqing, who had a lower cultivation level.

Obviously, at this moment, Shi Xindao and the other two may have seen through some of their schemes, which is why they took such action.

However, the Mahayana named Weng saw that there was no change in the Asura clone's expression, so he said nothing more. He and the Mahayana named Hu went to greet Madam Ming and Mr. Yueqing together.

Mahayana monks can use the power of the laws of heaven and earth to strengthen themselves in every move, so the three battle groups of six people are separated by hundreds of miles.

Looking at the black thumb magical power coming towards him, Shura's clone opened his mouth and spit out a three-colored mountain that shot out like lightning, heading towards the black thumb magical power.

Immediately afterwards, to the surprise of the Mahayana monks of the two tribes present, the Shura clone did not manifest a giant body hundreds of feet tall, a fighting method that they were somewhat familiar with.

Instead, his entire body was filled with brilliant light, and he transformed into a huge black unicorn that was a hundred feet tall and stood proudly in the void.

"Qilin transformation!"

The Mahayana monk named Weng, who had been paying attention to the actions of Shura's clone, seemed to have thought of something and was secretly startled.

Apparently, while investigating Lu Tiandu's intelligence in all aspects, they also learned from Qianjizi that Lu Tiandu had traded half a bottle of Qilin's true blood from Qianjizi.

"This beast actually has the blood of the True Spirit? Humph, even if so, I will make sure you die here today!"

Taoist Shi Xin smiled coldly, opened his mouth and spit out a snow-white mini bell.

In the blink of an eye, the small bell turned into a size of about ten feet, and white light filled the body of the bell, emitting an inexplicable and astonishing spiritual pressure.

"What? They actually deployed the Mi Tian Bell!"

Upon seeing Taoist Shixin's actions, the Mahayana monk named Weng, who was fighting with Madam Ming on the other side, changed his expression and spoke in a lost voice.

The Mahayana monk named Hu who was further away also suddenly changed his expression.

"Humph, you are a junior from the human race, yet you dare to participate in the battle between cultivators from our big clans. Today, you are fortunate enough to die under the Heaven-Defying Bell of our clan. This is also your good fortune!"

Taoist Shi Xin looked at the two people from the Tianyun clan whose expressions changed drastically, sneered, and looked at Shura's clone with an extremely cold look.

"Humph, I didn't expect you to send the other half of the Mi Tian Bell to my door. In this case, I won't be polite!"

When Shura's clone saw the Mi Tian Bell in Taoist Shi Xin's hand, he suddenly felt happy.

Once we take this half of the Xuantian treasure, won’t it be possible to combine it into a complete Xuantian treasure?

"Ow!"

The next moment, a deafening roar suddenly rang out from the void. The black unicorn standing proudly in the void suddenly looked up to the sky and roared, then used its claws to cast a mysterious spell and uttered four words indifferently:

"Great Devouring Technique!"

The next moment, a huge black hole as big as a hundred feet appeared strangely in the void.

At the same time, the huge Qilin transformed by Shura's clone had a flash of light in its eyes, and several god-killing spears shot out.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred-foot-wide black hole flashed and fell towards Taoist Shi Xin's head.

Immediately afterwards, the Taoist Shi Xin, who had not yet activated the Mi Tian Bell, looked terribly changed, and he and the Mi Tian Bell disappeared amid screams. (End of this chapter)