Cultivation of Immortality: Start by Improving Spiritual Root Qualifications

Chapter 659: The human-demon showdown!
Placed in this position,

However, none of the Yuanying Zhenjuns objected, and they all showed expressions as if it was a matter of course.

Even the Nine Swords Master is still like this.

After all, Zhou Xun's record of defeating Thousand Crabs and One Demon King is real.
These were spoken by Lord Yama himself.

As the first general under the throne of the Demon King of Nanyuan, this monster is extremely powerful.

Not to mention that he possesses such a miraculous physique as the immortal body, coupled with his body-refining technique, I am afraid that among these twelve great monks,
Not everyone dares to say that they can destroy his physical body.

With such strength at your disposal, naturally no one will say anything when you sit here.

At this time, Lord Yan Mo also came to the center seat at the top and sat down. He glanced at everyone and spoke slowly:
"Those who can sit in this tent today are all the top monks in Zhongzhou."

"What I want to discuss with you next is the important matter concerning the ownership of the South China Sea!"

"I think you have all seen the current situation. We have put all our strength in Central Continent and prepared for this decisive battle!"

"The demon race is rampant, and they want to drive our human race out of the South China Sea!"

"This vast land of tens of millions of miles was conquered by our ancestors with so much blood and sweat. If it falls into our hands, it would be a grave sin!"

"We will definitely win this battle!"

Lord Yama spoke loudly and then talked about the information of the demon clan.

"We are fully prepared for battle, and the demon tribe is doing the same!"

"According to intelligence, the demon race has gathered demon beasts from six major domains this time."

"The 'Nanyuan' and 'Canglan' we are familiar with"

"And the recently joined 'Chimang', 'Qinglei', 'Xuanyou', and 'Shuangling'."

"It is said that even the Holy Land of the Demon Clan, the Jiaolong Ancestral Land, has sent its member, the Golden Jiao Demon King, to join the battle!"

"Total, there are at least fourteen fourth-level high-quality demon kings, and there are even more fourth-level demon beasts, more than us!"

"But fortunately, we have the battle array and the trump cards left by our ancestors. It is still unknown who will win or lose!"

"With Brother Yu here, what does it matter if the demon race has one or two more top-grade demon kings?"

Tianyi Zhenjun on the side chuckled and spoke.

The strength of Lord Yama is a gap among these great cultivators.

If there is anyone below the level of incarnation who can pose a threat to the life of a great cultivator, it is only this Lord Yama.

"Brother Gu, you are so kind!"

"I think I am quite powerful. If it is just an ordinary demon king, I won't worry about it!"

"But the Golden Dragon Demon King came from the Dragon Ancestral Land. You should know that this is the place where the Divine Demon King exists!"

“And this Golden Dragon Demon King is said to be the one who has the greatest chance of becoming a god. I dare not say that I will definitely win!”

Lord Yama shook his head.

Hearing this news, Zhou Xun's heart was slightly shocked. This was the first time he heard about the demon race becoming a god.

He couldn't help but think of the power that rescued it when he fought against the Black Island Demon King.

It is most likely the demon king of the dragon clan that Lord Yama mentioned.

"After we go into battle tomorrow, once we find other high-grade demon kings, we will rely on you!"

"Brother Yu, rest assured. Although my magical power is not as good as your Yama's true body, my Seven Star Sword is not an ordinary item. Leave the Demon King of Nanyuan to me!"

Tianyi Zhenjun spoke first.

The Demon King of the Southern Abyss, Mo Yuan, was born from a black dragon and was extremely powerful. He was an old rival of their Central Continent.

Among all the people, only Lord Yama can suppress him.
Tianyi Zhenjun took the initiative to take on this tough task, which shows that he has fulfilled his responsibility as the leader of the righteous path!

With him taking the lead, Yuan Lang Zhenjun, Qian Jue Zhenjun and other late Nascent Soul cultivators started to speak one after another.
Lead your opponent.

Finally, the two kings of the Qinglei demon clan were left.
Seeing this, Zhou Xun chuckled and said:

"In that case, I will leave the Thunder Feather Demon King to Zhou. Speaking of which, I just happen to be in need of a pair of thunder-attributed demon bird wings to upgrade my Thunder Wings!"

Since you are sitting in this chair, you should shoulder this responsibility.

"Well done, you are worthy of being Master Wangchuan!" Everyone praised.

As for the last Qingxiao Demon King, he was led by Jiujian Zhenjun. So far, the fourteen top-grade Demon Kings have been arranged.
Without these beings who can kill ordinary Yuanying Zhenjun, the remaining demon kings rely on the various magical methods of human Qi Refiners.
Puppets, corpses, war boats, magic arrays, etc.

It is still unknown who will win and who will lose!
After the arrangements were completed, everyone dispersed and returned to their own tents.

"Brother, you were too reckless today!" On the way back, Tianci Zhenjun looked worried.

After all, he is a top-grade demon king, and has thunder attribute, so his strength is extremely powerful.

Just like Master Xuan Lei, once he was promoted to the late Nascent Soul stage, he immediately climbed to the top five great cultivators.

"Brother Dao, rest assured. With my current magical powers, even if I can't defeat the Thunder Feather Demon King, it won't be a problem to hold him back!"

"Besides, I possess the treasure of the void, so they can't keep me!"

When a cultivator reaches the fourth realm, his Nascent Soul has the ability to teleport, unless he has the ability to seal the void.

Otherwise, even a great cultivator would not be able to catch up with a Nascent Soul who was performing the teleportation technique.

The treasure of the void can just resist the void sealing technique cast by the opponent.

Hearing this, Tianci Zhenjun nodded and warned:
"Brother, if things get dangerous, don't fight!"

"Even if the South China Sea is lost, it will only be temporary,"

"With your talent, when you break through to the late Nascent Soul stage in the future, your strength may even surpass that of the current Yan Mo Zhenjun."

"It is not impossible to take back the South China Sea by then!"

"Brother, please rest assured. Even if I have to take action, I will put my own protection first!" Zhou Xun nodded.

After a quick chat, the two returned to their respective bases to arrange matters for their monks and the army.
These Yuanying Zhenjuns are not single, each of them has an army of several thousand to ten thousand cultivators under their command.

For example, Zhou Xun has two war flying boats and an army of ten thousand monks under his command.

That night, Zhou Xun gathered more than forty of his Jindan subordinates.

In this battle, he needed to deal with the Thunder Feather Demon King, so naturally he could not care about his subordinates.

"Lingfeng, since you have the relationship with Master Qianchuan, why did you have to follow me to the front line?"

Looking at the young man below, Zhou Xun had a complicated expression.
Wang Lingfeng, the most promising disciple of Master Qianchuan, was actually serving under him as the commander of a flying boat.

The other flying boat was controlled by Jiang Wanning.

"Senior, you are joking. My master is the mayor of Zhenhai Immortal City. He needs to take care of the logistics and cannot come here. Therefore, I, his disciple, should come here."

"As the city lord, we should be the first to charge into battle at this critical moment of life and death!"

Wang Lingfeng laughed loudly, showing no fear of death at all.

Hearing this, Zhou Xun nodded.

Then he looked at everyone and said slowly:

"In the battle tomorrow, I have been ordered by the leader to attend to other important matters, so I cannot go to the battle with you. All of you must follow the orders of Wang Lingfeng and Jiang Wanning!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd below began to stir.

Without Zhou Xun, can they still accomplish their mission of scaring off the Black Island Demon King as usual?

I'm afraid even survival may be a problem.

After all, although the war flying boat has the combat power of Nascent Soul, it is not a real Nascent Soul True Lord, and does not have so many magical means and elusive ways of escape.

If you really face off against a fourth-level Demon King, you may be able to hold out for a short period of time, but you will surely be defeated over time.

"Silence! How dare you interfere in Senior Zhou's affairs?"

Seeing this, Wang Lingfeng asked angrily.

"Besides, we are monks from the South Sea, so why should we fear death?"

Zhou Xun waved his hand.

Who would want to die when they can live, especially those human cultivators who are pursuing immortality.

"Don't worry, I will send Feng Zhong and Chi Wu to you!"

His two mounts were only of the lower fourth rank, and could not interfere with the battle between him and the Thunder Feather Demon King.

It would be better to stay here with Jiang Wanning and others, perhaps they can save their lives!

Hearing this, everyone was delighted.

These are two real fourth-level demon kings. With them here, the chances of survival for everyone are greatly increased.

After arranging for tomorrow's arrangements, Zhou Xun returned to his tent, and Feng Zhong, Chi Wu, Jiang Wanning and others followed him.

"Master, why don't you let Lao Feng and I go with you in tomorrow's battle!"

"Yes, we are willing to fight alongside our master!"

He glanced around and saw that they were the only ones there, so he didn't hide anything and told them his mission for tomorrow.

"The other party is a fourth-order upper-grade thunder-attribute demon roc. Even if you join me, I'm afraid you won't be able to help me much!"

Hearing this, the two demons fell silent.

Feng Zhong once again felt that his cultivation level was low.

If he could be a little stronger, reaching the fourth-level mid-grade, coupled with his immortal body, perhaps he could help his master.

As for the Red Noon Spirit Turtle, he could only sigh helplessly.

"Alright, in the battle tomorrow, you will guard these two flying boats for me and protect Ling Feng and Wan Ning!"

"Yes, Master!"

"We will do our best to protect the safety of 'Fairy Jiang'."

After the two monsters left, Zhou Xun took out a recliner and slowly sat down.

Jiang Wanning walked silently behind him and stretched out her slender fingers.

He pressed gently on his temple.

"Young Master, will we win?" Jiang Wanning's voice broke the silence.

"Yes!" Zhou Xun replied softly.

"I believe you, sir!" Jiang Wanning smiled slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then said:
"Son."

"how?"

"If...if anything happens to me, our Jiang family would like to ask you to take care of me!"

For Jiang Wanning, apart from Zhou Xun, the only thing she cares about is her family.

Hearing this, Zhou Xun was stunned, then shook his head slightly.

"With my arrangement, nothing will happen to you!"

Soon, the night passed.

As soon as the sky was bright, Zhou Xun walked out of the tent.

At this time, the sea surface was covered with a thin layer of mist, and the morning moon in the sky had not yet completely set.

I could hear the sound of waves hitting the rocks, and the cool sea breeze blew by, bringing a hint of the salty and humid smell of the sea.

"I'll leave the flying boat to you," Zhou Xun said, looking at Chi Wu and Feng Zhong behind him.
Then he paused and said slowly:
"Come back alive!"

Then he went towards the largest tent without looking back.

"set off!"

With an order from Lord Yama, the entire battle line began to move.

Soon, the war drums sounded, accompanied by long bells, echoing throughout the entire battle line.

The army of millions of monks, each dressed in shining spiritual armor, is as dazzling as a bright star.

In front of them, there were hundreds of war flying boats parked, with mysterious runes shining on the hulls, which was extremely extraordinary.

Then, led by the leading monk, they boarded the flying boat.

The rest of the monks were divided into hundreds of teams, working in an orderly manner, and it was obvious that they had been training and coordinating for a long time.

Immediately afterwards, the monks turned into countless rainbows and soared into the sky, rushing forward.

The monks were like clouds, covering the sky and blocking out the sun, and the rosy clouds stretched for thousands of miles.

Wang Lingfeng was wearing a green robe, standing on the deck of a flying boat with a straight and tall figure. His face was solemn.
Around him, many monks were busy, some checking magic weapons, some communicating in low voices, and everyone had a solemn expression on their face.

Zhou Xun, together with Tianyi Zhenjun and others, followed Zhenjun Yanmo and flew in front of the army.

As the army advanced, the figures of the demon clan gradually appeared in sight.

From afar, the demon army looked like a vast expanse of black cloud, hanging heavily and depressingly over the sea.

The black wave seemed to swallow up the entire world, emitting a terrifying aura.

Countless figures of demons are looming in it. They have different shapes, some are tall and mighty, and some are agile and nimble.

All kinds of strange lights flickered in the demon army. Those were the demonic powers emanating from their bodies, intertwined together like a terrifying magic web.

As the demon army approached, a suffocating aura came over them.

The air was filled with a strong evil aura that seemed to materialize, making it difficult for people to breathe. It seemed that even the sea water was surging restlessly.

Tianyi Zhenjun held the Seven Star Sword in his hand, the sword blade flashing with dazzling light, and his eyes were fixed on the Nanyuan Demon King opposite him.
Stroking the sword, he said, "Seven Stars, Seven Stars, you have never been unsheathed since I was promoted to the late Nascent Soul stage. Today, I will let you drink your fill of demon blood!"

"Finally, it's here!"

Zhou Xun looked across with burning eyes.

A middle-aged man in a blue robe with a pair of lightning wings on his back instantly came into view.

This person is his target in this battle - Thunder Feather Demon King.

The real body is Lei Peng.

Next to him was a middle-aged man wearing a Confucian robe and with two short golden horns on his head. He had a very peaceful demeanor.
He seems like a great scholar who is well-read in poetry and books.

And this person is none other than the Golden Dragon Demon King.

Zhou Xun's eyes swept back and forth between Thunder Feather Demon King and Golden Dragon Demon King, and he was secretly alert. The powerful aura emanating from these two demon kings made him feel a huge pressure.

The Golden Dragon Demon King raised his eyes slightly, and his gaze shot towards the army of human monks like lightning.

There was a hint of indifference in his eyes, as if humans were nothing more than ants in his eyes. He waved his sleeves lightly, and a powerful wave of demonic power instantly spread out, causing the surrounding air to tremble.

Lord Yan Mo looked solemnly at the middle-aged man in Confucian robes opposite him and said slowly, "It is indeed him, the Golden Dragon Demon King!"

Then his aura gradually rose, he glanced around, summoned his spiritual power, and shouted softly:
"Attack!"

(End of this chapter)