There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

After Chunsong and Chi Lan reached a consensus, they did not stay any longer and turned into a stream of light and flew towards Dongfeng Island with the other four people.

Zi Chen on the flying boat would certainly not pursue under such circumstances. His body recovered quickly under the healing of a third-level wood cultivator. After Chunsong and Chi Lan left, he set his sights on the Nanlin Island below.

Only a few hundred people in the port survived on Nanlin Island. They were able to survive because there were two third-level monks protecting them near the teleportation array. Other areas were either swallowed up by the sea or turned into nothingness under Chunsong's final blow.

"Fellow Daoist, you were a little impulsive just now and took the life of one of their third-level cultivators. I'm afraid their counterattack will be even more fierce next time!" Gong Yi said in a serious tone.

His words were agreed by many people present. These people came only for profit, not to fight to the death.

Taoist Zi Chen smiled bitterly in his heart. The reason why he spared the life of the weapon cultivator just now was because of Le Xin's secret order, and it was an order that left no room for negotiation.

Although he knew what the order meant, he still carried it out without hesitation.

"Everyone, Dongfeng Island is ahead. Everything you want is there. Will the monks of Linshui Mansion give it to you for free? You should all know what Dongfeng Island means. To obtain the things on the island, you naturally have to pay something. Who will get what they want and who will be the unlucky one, let God decide."

Taoist Zi Chen spoke very directly to those around him.

After saying that, without waiting for others to think, he picked up the communication token and ordered: "Linshui Prefecture has abandoned Nanlin Island. Turn this place into our forward transit base as quickly as possible."

Upon hearing this, several third-level cultivators in charge of Nanlin Island clasped their fists silently and left.

Afterwards, the quiet Nanlin Island became lively again. Hundreds of disciples who survived in the port worked in groups of five to quickly repair the island.

However, within two hours, the area near the port returned to its original state. At the same time, a temporary defensive formation was built, and monks from the rear who provided support also arrived one after another.

Before they had time to catch their breath, Le Xin arrived at Nanlin Island on another flying boat. In just a quarter of an hour, the order to attack again was passed down.

The monks who had just arrived at the battlefield immediately took their respective orders and flew to the scattered islands around Dongfeng Island in the afterglow of the setting sun. They needed to remove the defenses on these islands tonight.

There were also ten Zhenyang cultivators and twenty side sect cultivators who came to the front line with Le Xin. Together with the seventeen third-realm cultivators brought by Zi Chen before, there were now forty-seven third-realm cultivators gathered here by the Zhenyang Sect.

"Does the Lord really want to completely destroy Dongfeng Island?"

Taoist Zi Chen waited until Le Xin had time to find a chance to talk to him. He was originally responsible for coordinating the forces of all parties in Nanlin Road, but was suddenly called to take charge of the front-line affairs of the war against Linshui Prefecture. So far, he has only been following orders and has not yet understood what this war, which he thinks is absurd, is all about.

Le Xin looked at Taoist Zi Chen and said, "Five more True Yang cultivators will arrive tomorrow morning."

Taoist Zichen's face changed slightly and said, "This can be said to be the majority of the core cultivators of my Zhenyang Sect. What exactly does the Lord of the Mansion want to do? Is he trying to disrupt the spirituality?"

He belongs to the lineage of Wu Dao Ren. Since Wu Dao Ren is stationed in the solar base in outer space all year round, their lineage has no sense of presence within the Zhenyang Sect. However, their power should not be underestimated, and it is common for them to doubt the decisions of Lord Rongyang.

"All we can do is follow orders."

Le Xin didn't want to explain more.

Taoist Master Zichen was slightly displeased and said, "According to the information I received, this matter should have been led by Qianmu Temple, and the Taoist friends from Qianmu Temple should have appeared here at this moment. Why are we here now, while the Taoist friends from Qianmu Temple are doing nothing in the south?"

Le Xin looked at Taoist Zi Chen in silence for a few breaths and said, "There is only one thing I can tell you. This matter was decided by Master after consulting with Zhenjun. If you have any questions, go ask Senior Yuwu. If you have no questions, think of a way to get those guys who only know how to lie on my Zhenyang Sect and suck my blood to help out."

The 'blood-sucking guys' he mentioned were those Third Realm cultivators who were attached to the Zhenyang Sect. At the beginning of the war with Linshui Prefecture, he wanted to deploy the Third Realm cultivators so as to advance to Dongfeng Island as soon as possible. However, these people were old foxes and would not move unless they had no choice. That was why he secretly asked Zi Chen to take heavier measures.

When Taoist Zi Chen heard this, a gleam of fire flashed in his eyes. When he was about to say something, he sensed a powerful energy coming from the south. The two of them looked at each other immediately, and their soul consciousness instinctively expanded outward.

At this moment, all the monks on Nanlin Island looked up at the southern horizon. It seemed that stars were falling under the starry sky on the horizon. It looked particularly beautiful, but this beauty contained endless dangers.

...

Thousands of kilometers to the south, the waves on an unknown sea were surging.

Hundreds of warships from Linshui Prefecture and southern Zhongzhou were fighting bloody battles on the choppy sea. Dozens of warships in the front had already started the most brutal boarding battle. The navy from southern Zhongzhou currently had an absolute advantage.

The two navies in the south of Zhongzhou have regarded the navy in the southeastern waters as their imaginary enemy since their inception. Each ship is equipped with light-armored spearmen, light crossbowmen, shieldmen, short sword soldiers, and huge iron hooks specifically targeting the southeastern navy, allowing them to attack and defend in boarding battles.

Three hours ago.

At the beginning of the war, the Southeast Navy, fearing the "power pill" of the Central Plains Southern Navy, closed the distance to engage in boarding combat. However, as soon as their men used iron hooks to pull the opposing warships closer, they were greeted by dense spears. Some experienced sailors dodged the spear attacks, but were also hit by sharp attacks from light crossbows.

Even if they dodged these two attacks, the well-trained sword soldiers and shieldmen were able to beat the sailors of the Southeast Navy without any chance of fighting back.

In the end, the Southeast Navy had to use the water soldiers, but the Central Plains Southern Navy was well prepared. With the assistance of the Qigong practitioners on the warships, they quickly repelled the water soldiers and staged a chase scene on the sea.

Just when the navy in the south of Zhongzhou was celebrating their victory, two second-level cultivators from Linshui Prefecture suddenly appeared and decisively attacked them, resulting in the instant destruction of dozens of warships, instantly turning the tide of the battle.

But the actions of these two second-level cultivators were like lighting a powder keg. The cultivators who had been waiting for a long time in Qianmu Temple instantly crossed the sky and blasted the two second-level cultivators into ashes.

Then they attacked towards Jinshan Island with great force, leaving hundreds of warships to continue the fierce battle. Three hours later, the two sides are still fighting. At this moment, the navy in the south of Zhongzhou, relying on the advantages of warships and equipment, has gradually seized the initiative in the battle.

But just when the battle was about to be won, a meteorite suddenly fell in the distance, raising waves several feet high and tearing the battlefield apart. Then the sky was like a star falling, which was particularly dazzling under the reflection of the setting sun. However, the commanders of the naval forces on both sides were in no mood to appreciate this rare beauty and ordered a retreat. However, the swaying waves prevented them from leaving the battlefield in a short time, and they continued the most brutal boarding battle.

More than two hundred miles northeast of this sea, a brutal battle was taking place. It was called brutal, but it was only one-sided for Linshui Prefecture.

The Qianmu Temple side was led by Ziluan, assisted by Li Miaolin and Quecai, leading more than thirty side sect third-level cultivators, as well as three great Jindan-level monsters from the monster clan, led by Hu Qianqian. Further away, there were twelve third-level cultivators from the Diku Sect, led by Zhigong Taoist's junior brother Liu Shuibin.

They were not as restrained as the Zhenyang Sect when they started fighting. The spell they cast was the meteorites gathered in the atmosphere by the monks of the Diku Gate. They used gravity to pull them to an unnamed island in front and smashed the island to pieces.

At this moment, Zi Luan took action personally and sacrificed an ancient bronze sword. The sword suddenly expanded as it passed through the sky with a sonic boom. Dense golden runes appeared on the surface of the expanded sword. When it passed over the island, the powerful force it brought split the entire island into two. At the same time, the flesh and blood and spirituality of the creatures on the island were absorbed by the golden runes on the surface of the sword.

Those golden runes are divine sacrificial arrays!

All the creatures on the island, including the common people, were turned into dust before being submerged by the sea water under the effect of the sacrificial magic circle on the bronze sword in Zi Luan's hand.

The monks stationed here from Linshui Mansion had to flee, but halfway through they started killing each other. This was Li Miaolin's method. He excitedly mocked the fate of those monks and kept making sneering sounds.

Liu Shuibin and other earth vein cultivators, without any call from Zi Luan and others, landed over the destroyed island immediately after the battle and repaired the island in just a moment.

But Cai scattered some seeds, and the island returned to its original appearance. Then, under the gaze of everyone, she activated dozens of "transfer talismans". In the blink of an eye, hundreds of cultivators who had just entered the realm and the second realm were teleported over by her.

"Those fools from the Zhenyang Sect wasted ten days on a problem that could have been solved in a moment!" Li Miaolin said sarcastically as he faced the sunset and looked at the busy island below.

Zi Luan's soul was rapidly absorbing the spiritual energy, and when Li Miaolin finished speaking, he sent out a part of the spiritual energy that he could not absorb quickly.

Que Cai, who was standing next to him, took over this part of the spiritual power and absorbed it with his soul. Zi Luan said, "They always do things this way. They are always full of vigor at the beginning, but that's all they have. They let the disciples below do everything, and when it's really their turn, they become particularly long-winded."

After Liu Shuibin finished his work, he came over and saluted Hu Qianqian who was flying over here, then continued: "When the Xia Dynasty was first established, they won the final decisive battle in this way."

Zi Luan smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist, are you pointing out that I am too eager for quick success?"

Hu Yin, who was beside Hu Qianqian, said, "It's right to be cautious. We will face Dongfeng Island next. You all should know what that means. According to the information given to us by Daoist Fellow Hongze, there is a very terrifying killing formation in that sea area, and it is specifically aimed at the third level of Yuanshen."

Li Miaolin said with a smile: "Aren't those monks gathered on the island below here to explore those magic arrays for us?"

Que Cai looked at the busy cultivators below and said in a nostalgic tone: "When I see them, I can't help but think of the great war between the northern and southern cultivation worlds. At that time, I was just one step away from reaching the third realm. I accepted the invitation of a fellow Taoist in the south to go and help, hoping to collect materials for advancement in the war."

She looked at Ziluan and said, "That war was a life-and-death struggle, right?"

Li Miaolin didn't wait for Zi Luan to answer before continuing, "I know about that war. Haha, my master asked me to cause trouble in the north and practice the puppetry he taught me. I have to say, that fight was the most dangerous fight I have ever seen."

Zi Luan said indifferently: "The situation in Zhongzhou is like this. After a long period of unity, there will be division, and after a long period of division, there will be a major turmoil every few hundred years. Which one of us didn't seize the opportunities in these turmoils to cultivate to the current level? Which one of us is not like those cultivators below, who survived every turmoil to have everything we have now?"

As soon as he said this, Wang Ping appeared involuntarily in his mind. Not only him, but everyone present except Hu Qianqian, had Wang Ping's figure appearing in their minds. Wang Ping was an exception because it took him only more than 600 years to be promoted to the fourth level and become the chess player.

After everyone was silent for a few breaths, Liu Shuibin reminded them, "After all, this is the formation outside the Third Prince's dojo. We should be careful to avoid being laughed at."

Zi Luan then controlled his soul to return to his body, looked at the busy monks on the island below, and said towards the sunset: "As long as the magic array in the world does not have the power of the five elements spirit body, it will not be able to harm us at all. What's more, there are so many monks paving the way for us. If things go wrong, we can retreat in time."

He looked at Quecai as he spoke.

Que Cai looked around and said, "I have already controlled the puppets to set up the transfer array to the sea areas along the way. When things get out of hand, you all need to remember to use the 'Transfer Talisman' in time."

Li Miaolin smiled and added, "Why don't I turn those cultivators below into puppets, so that we can better investigate the Linshui Mansion's strengths and weaknesses."

Liu Shuibin frowned slightly when he heard this.

There was also some disgust in the eyes of Hu Yin and the several demons who followed her, but more of it was fear.

At this time, Hu Qianqian took out her communication token, looked at Ziluan and said, "Master Ziluan, the senior sister sent another message urging us to move faster."

Zi Luan nodded when he heard this. Liu Shuang would send messages to urge him every day before dark. In the past, he would send disciples here specifically. But since Hu Qianqian arrived at the front line, it was Hu Qianqian who said this.

"It should take half an hour to build this transfer station, right?"

Zi Luan looked at Liu Shuibin.

Liu Shuibin answered affirmatively: "Yes!"

Zi Luan looked at Hu Qianqian and said as if promising: "Then we will act in half an hour while it is dark."

Hu Qianqian made herself appear solemn and serious, and in response to Ziluan's promise, she suppressed her habitual little movements and nodded.

Li Miaolin stretched out his left hand, a dark green light appeared between his palms, and he said: "Then I will use this half hour to build a team of internal support for you!" (End of this chapter)