There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

The Zhongzhou Continent has not experienced a battle between hundreds of third-level cultivators for nearly a thousand years. This time is too far away for mortals, and it is out of reach for most practitioners.

The violent spiritual energy generated by the battle caused many low-level monks to go astray even though they were thousands of kilometers apart. The resulting spiritual chaos even drove some incoming monks crazy.

What was even more terrifying was that the aftermath of their battle quickly spread to the coastal areas of Zhongzhou. Tsunamis several meters high ruthlessly destroyed towns along the coast. This was followed by howling typhoons and heavy rains. The falling rain was bone-chillingly cold, and ordinary people would be frozen to death if they were drenched for half a minute.

Fortunately, Haizhou Road, Mozhou Road, Nanlin Road and Houjiang Road were well prepared and evacuated the people to inland cities in advance. However, the chaotic spiritual energy also caused the spirits in the flesh and blood of many people to run wild.

In a resettlement site fifty kilometers south of Zhonghui City, Liu Shuang personally led several second-level earth vein cultivators to inspect the site. There were wooden houses built here that stretched for ten kilometers, accommodating more than half a million people in the coastal area.

It is now the hour of Wei, and the resettlement area is extremely dark, with continuous heavy rain. The raging winds prevent ordinary people from going out, and the chill brought by the winds is too cold for even the Qigong practitioners to resist. Fortunately, stoves are prepared in advance in every house.

The people in the house gathered around the stove. Some of them were numb, some were in fear, and some were praying devoutly in the direction of Qianmu Temple.

Liu Shuang walked slowly through the passage between two rows of wooden houses in the dim sky, braving the strong wind and heavy rain. He felt the negative emotions of the people here, looked at the excited spiritual creatures in the world of inspiration, and let out a long breath.

"It's just a battle between a hundred people, but the world has become so bad. I really can't imagine what the mortal world was like during the several wars between Xuanmen and Tianmen in human history."

Yang Rong, who was accompanying Liu Shuang, looked back in the direction of Qianmu Temple. Her sight was blocked by the rain, but her soul could clearly see that the weather around Zhonghui City was sunny and windy at the moment, which formed a sharp contrast with the environment here.

Liu Shuang's gaze rested on a sentry tower between the wooden houses. There were several Qigong practitioners stationed there. When they saw Liu Shuang, they immediately saluted her with their fists.

"Boom~"

A muffled sound was heard in the distant sky, and a dark starlight flashed across the sky, as if something had fallen from outer space. Then the strong wind in the rainstorm seemed to be even more violent than before.

Liu Shuang felt the pulsation of the spiritual veins in her body, as if something was corroding the spirituality in her body. The whispers of those spiritual creatures in the world of inspiration became clearer. If she had not practiced Taoism since childhood, she would have been driven crazy by those whispers in an instant.

As the dark stars streaked across the sky, Liu Shuang rose into the air and landed on a nearby high ground. He looked toward the typhoon howling in the darkness in the distance, then used his spiritual power to check the defensive formation of the resettlement area. After confirming that there was no problem, he raised his head and gazed at the distant sky.

At this moment, in the gray sky, there was a clearly visible light of fire trying to break through the darkness. It should be the sunflower summoned by the monks of the Zhenyang Sect. The rainstorms and typhoons here were caused by the collision of cold and heat. They not only brought bad weather, but also destroyed the balance of the world of inspiration.

Liu Shuang only took a glance, then looked at a cultivator accompanying him and said, "Let's go to the next resettlement point."

The cultivator who was asked first saluted with his fists, then took off into the clouds and flew to the north, followed closely by Liu Shuang and Yang Rong.

As they flew into the air, the flames gathered in the distant sky exploded directly. The powerful impact force gathered in the sky to form a faint vacuum zone. From a distance, it seemed as if the space was collapsing.

front.

On the western and southern fronts of Dongfeng Island, the chaotic spiritual energy caused turbulence, forming countless illusory vortices between heaven and earth that could be observed with the naked eye. The energy fluctuations caused by the collision of various spells covered the sky and earth with a layer of thick gray fog that blocked the view.

The fight in the thick fog continued, with loud noises that shook the heaven and earth from time to time.

The cultivators of Linshui Prefecture have been forced to the outer defense line of Dongfeng Island. After all, they only have the cultivators under the command of the Third Prince. Although Qianmu Temple, Zhenyang Sect and Diku Gate have not sent out all their cultivators, the cultivators they can gather are definitely more than those of Linshui Prefecture.

Moreover, most of the weapon cultivators have withdrawn from the battlefield due to their obstructed vision, which has greatly reduced the combat effectiveness of Linshui Prefecture.

Southern Front.

Hu Qianqian is still fighting with Li Chuan. Since the weapon cultivators have withdrawn from the battlefield, the demon team she leads has gained an absolute advantage. The two side door cultivators are retreating step by step. If they don't retreat to Dongfeng Island, there is a high probability that they will die.

Li Chuan was also in an awkward situation. He could only retreat while fighting against Hu Qianqian and Hu Yin. The azure light he summoned behind him had become slightly dim. The left side of his abdomen was pierced, and azure spots of light appeared in his body's spiritual veins.

Hu Qian watched all directions, and together with Hu Yin, they surrounded Li Chuan. Now Li Chuan had only one way to go, which was to retreat back to Dongfeng Island. She saw that the two gold cultivators fighting against Wang Nan were already at the end of their strength, so she sent a message to Hu Yin, "We can't take down Li Chuan, you go help Wang Nan and get rid of those two gold cultivators."

Hu Yin did not object.

Her figure flashed, and suddenly many illusory and graceful figures appeared in the gray fog. This was the bloodline ability that the fox demon clan obtained when they formed the elixir. It could create illusions out of thin air that made it impossible to distinguish the real from the fake.

Li Chuan's soul sensed Hu Yin's means and did not dare to be negligent in the slightest. He directly suppressed all his desires and humanity. At this time, Hu Qianqian quickly made a gesture with her empty right hand, and her figure suddenly became as illusory as the starry sky. Her illusory figure passed through the gray fog that filled the sky and earth, leaving a purple halo.

A heavy metal collision sound was heard in the gray fog, followed by a "sizzling" sound of space tearing. Li Chuan immediately understood what was going on. He was about to go over to rescue, but the purple halo constructed by Hu Qianqian gathered into a purple barrier. The surface of the barrier was covered with dense demon runes, and the spiritual energy in the area covered by the barrier was rapidly dissipating.

This is a sealing spell.

"Retreat!"

Li Chuan did not give up. The dragon spirit behind him suddenly shone brightly and turned into a dragon body dozens of feet long, as real as a dragon.

The next moment, countless substantial water spirit magic arrays were constructed around the dragon's body, and then the dragon's body passed through the purple light curtain barrier, which was instantly frozen and shattered into debris under the powerful impact.

Then the cold air rushed towards Hu Qianqian, freezing the spiritual particles in the space around Hu Qianqian.

Seeing this, Hu Qianqian's furry ears flipped back, and a river of stars appeared around her body hidden under the starry sky. When the starry sky appeared, the ice crystals that had condensed in the space around her melted at an extremely fast speed.

"roar~"

A deafening tiger roar resounded through the heaven and earth, followed by a "sizzling" sound, and it was approaching here quickly. In a blink of an eye, a giant tiger with a body of five meters tall was seen waving its sharp claws to grab the dragon's soul.

It’s Wang Nan!
"Zi~"

There was another teeth-grinding sound, and Wang Nan's tiger claws grabbed an ice wall that appeared out of thin air. As the ice wall was torn into pieces, Li Chuan's dragon spirit retreated back to the side of his physical body.

Wang Nan was in her true form at the moment. After she tore the ice wall apart, she opened her bloody mouth and spit out a head with a little flesh and blood. This was one of the two gold cultivators. With the cultivation level of the third realm, his head was still in a bloody state. If his head was crushed, there would be almost no possibility of saving his body under normal circumstances.

In the current state of the battlefield, the soul without a physical body would be contaminated within ten breaths by the energy brought by the gray fog between heaven and earth.

"roar~"

Wang Nan roared again, and blood-colored runes appeared on her soft armor. The hair on her body stood up like steel needles, and then she turned into a stream of light and pounced towards the area where Li Chuan was.

Hu Qianqian was about to help suppress Li Chuan, but found that Li Chuan and the huge dragon spirit beside him merged into the water spirit energy, and then turned into a stream of light and retreated to Dongfeng Island.

Wang Nan would certainly not let Li Chuan go. Seeing Li Chuan running away, she became extremely excited. Her huge body burst out with demonic energy, and she turned into a stream of light and chased in the direction of Dongfeng Island. "Don't chase!"

Hu Qianqian quickly sent a message and used her soul to observe the battle situation around her.

In the distance, the opponents of Shan Wei, Hou Jun and Niu Tian were also evacuating. They were about to give chase but were stopped in time by Hu Yin who was nearby. The remaining Jin Xiu opposite Hu Yin had his body mostly torn apart and even part of his head collapsed. At this moment, he was also trying his best to drive the remaining spiritual vein energy in his body to escape from the battlefield.

Hu Yin did not pursue him because the life or death of Jin Xiu would not affect the overall situation. She returned to Hu Qianqian as soon as possible.

Hu Qianqian collected her thoughts at this moment and was observing the battle situation around her. It was almost as she expected. Qianmu Temple had a great advantage in this battle. The various combat teams lost only three cultivators in total, one of whom was a weapon cultivator who was unable to adapt to the change in the battlefield.

To her surprise, Li Miaolin was seriously injured, with the flesh on his left leg and waist destroyed. And judging from the residual energy on the surface of the wound, he should have been besieged by Jin Xiu. However, he was extremely excited and let out a low laugh from time to time.

"They are probably going to activate their final defense formation!" Zi Luan's voice reached everyone's ears through the communication array they had built: "As long as we defeat their final defense formation, we can attack Dongfeng Island."

He said this seriously, and then he joked in a joking tone: "I didn't expect this place to be more difficult to fight than the previous Zhenyang Sect."

Before Lord Xiaoshan was promoted, Wang Ping was ordered to attack Zhenyang Mountain. There were less than ten third-level cultivators around him, and there were also less than ten third-level cultivators in Zhenyang Mountain. Now it seems that the battle was just a show.

But who was the show for? Everyone has a different answer. Some think it was for the people of the world, because since then, Lord Xiaoshan has almost taken in most of the faith in Zhongzhou; some think it was for the lower-level cultivators, because at that time, the Zhenyang Sect had already been corrupted in the hearts of the lower-level cultivators, and that fight won Lord Xiaoshan the hearts of the world's Qigong practitioners.

Li Miaolin said in a slightly sharp voice: "Do you know the purpose of this war? Maybe it's another show, just for a different target."

His words silenced everyone, diluting the joy of defeating the opponent.

Que Cai then cast a spirit gathering magic circle, constructed a colorful mysterious light behind her, and stretched out her hand to light hundreds of blessing talismans in front of her.

The next moment, the gray fog in the sky dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye under the neutralization of the wood spirit energy. Soon, the sunlight from the sky fell on the earth again, illuminating the clear Dongfeng Island dozens of kilometers ahead.

The green barrier around the island was clearly visible, with some monks flying inside the barrier from time to time. There was a brilliant green light flashing on the sea five or six kilometers away from the island. It was obvious that a large formation was being activated on the opposite side.

Forty or fifty kilometers to the northwest, the monks of the Zhenyang Sect were already clearly visible. They looked a little more miserable than those here. Many Zhenyang monks were injured and were recovering under the healing spells of some wood cultivators or water cultivators.

"Do you want to continue?"

Liu Shuibin looked at Ziluan and asked.

Zi Luan glanced at Hu Qianqian and said, "Now that we have come to this, of course we have to continue."

He looked at the rich Dongfeng Island with a flash of greed in his eyes, and then he stretched out his left hand and pointed forward, and suddenly hundreds of puppets appeared.

These puppets all have the cultivation level of Qigong practitioners. After they appeared, they rushed towards the activated magic arrays outside the island in groups of five, trying to destroy those activated magic arrays. Many cultivators of the Zhenyang Sect in the distance used the simplest "Water Dividing Technique" to try to separate the sea water around the island and check what kind of magic array Linshui Mansion had constructed.

"Click~"

"Click~"

After a slight sound, the puppets that were in the front were directly shattered into pieces, looking like they were caused by a huge force.

Zi Luan and others immediately understood what was going on. There was a strangling formation constructed by water spirit energy on the outskirts of the island. The seemingly peaceful world actually had a rich water spirit energy moving at several times the speed of sound, physically destroying any objects that approached.

The 'Water Dividing Technique' of the Zhen Yang Sect did not work either, as their spell was cut off halfway through.

While recovering, Li Miaolin was calculating quickly, and said to Zi Luan, "I suddenly have a bad feeling, so let's make a quick decision. Let the Taoist friends from the Cave Gate use the 'Meteoric Spell' to break the barrier of this island."

This is a good suggestion. Zi Luan also thought so. He looked at Liu Shuibin and was about to give instructions when he felt a palpitation and subconsciously looked up at the sky.

"Ang~"

The clear roar of a dragon echoed between heaven and earth. Above the barrier of Dongfeng Island, under the azure blue sky, the soul of a dragon over a hundred feet long was gathering.

"Quecai!"

Zi Luan shouted loudly.

The dragon body is the power of the four realms, and this power must be avoided.

Que Cai was about to activate the "transfer talisman" in her hand, but found that her soul consciousness was empty. It was the dragon soul that suppressed her consciousness, which made her unable to cast ordinary spells.

Not only her, but others had the same experience. They fell towards the sea like kites with broken strings.

However, they stabilized their bodies in a flash, and at the critical moment they used the spiritual veins and qi sea in their bodies to cast basic spells.

At this moment, the dragon's soul constructed a dense array of magic circles, and the rolling waves were instantly frozen. The coldness enveloped everyone in a moment.

Wang Nan and Niu Tian immediately protected Hu Qianqian in the middle.

The green light emitted by the mysterious light of the magic circle behind Chunsong and Chi Lan on Dongfeng Island illuminated the entire island. All the cultivators on the island were connected to the magic circle behind them. At the core of the magic circle was a green dragon ball.

Hu Qianqian turned the oil-paper umbrella in her hand, resisting the freezing while subconsciously wanting to evacuate, but her suppressed soul forced her to fly like a Qigong practitioner.

She looked up at the dragon's soul under the clouds. She could feel that with her cultivation level, she could forcibly exert her soul. So did Zi Luan and the others. The consequence of doing so would be to compete with the cultivators of Linshui Mansion in soul strength, and in the end, both sides would most likely suffer losses.

"Let this farce end here!"

An illusory voice sounded, and then an illusory shadow appeared around Hu Qianqian and others, pulling them out of the oppression of the dragon body and soul.

It’s Bu Qiong.

She stood ten feet in front of the dragon's soul, looked toward the deep sea and whispered, "What do you think, Fellow Daoist Ao Bing?" (End of this chapter)