There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

Time flies.

In the blink of an eye, another five years have passed. After several years of tug-of-war, the situation in Zhongzhou is currently in a stalemate. The Northwestern Datong Court occupies a small part of Shanwu Road, Shangning Road and Zhushan Road, and is fighting with the Xin Dynasty and the Southern Court on Xishi Road and Shanwu Road respectively.

The Xin Dynasty had to face the army of the three powerful forces of Zhenyang Mountain in the south, and the army of the Third Prince in the east and southeast. The Third Prince occupied most of Pingzhou Road and Qingpu Road, and confronted the troops of the Zhenyang Mountain warlords in the south and the Datong court in the south.

The war situation seemed to have suddenly entered a delicate state of balance. This might be because the various regimes had become familiar with each other's combat methods after years of fighting each other, resulting in no one being able to do anything to the other.

However, such a balance is very fragile. If there is a problem on one side, the whole body will be affected. Moreover, various regimes can take this opportunity to recover their vitality. Once the balance is broken, the bloody battle will be even more intense.

Compared to the calm in Central Continent, the fighting in Northern Continent is still fierce. Five years of bloody battles have made all parties really angry. Several encounters are staged every day in the strait between the Iceberg Islands and the northern continent.

Originally, this strait was called the Strait of Tomorrow, a name given by the monks who were searching for rare treasures in Ice City. The name implies their eager anticipation for tomorrow. But now it has a new name, called the Thunder Strait, because ever since the monks from the Vajra Temple and the Taiyin Sect invaded here, thunder would be heard over the strait every day because of the fighting between the monks.

The two sides of the canyon are more than 300 miles apart. Standing on the high mountains on both sides of the canyon, you can even see the shadows of the opposite bank. Due to the cold weather in Beizhou, most of the sea surface between the two banks is frozen, with only a narrow sea channel in the middle. The narrowest part of this channel is only two miles apart.

"Boom~"

A roar sounded from the middle of the canyon, followed by dull echoes and a harsh low hum.

In the narrowest area of ​​the sea passage in the middle of the canyon, dozens of cultivators were fighting. The Beizhou side was led by an incoming earth cultivator, while the opposing side was led by an incoming weapon cultivator.

The roar just now was the sound caused by the earth vein monks using a special "power pill". At this moment, a layer of white smoke covered the sky and the earth, and the remaining power of the "power pill" was rapidly devouring the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

The weapon cultivator who was attacked was well prepared. He cast a golden spirit magic array, and countless energies rolled in the area covered by the golden light, neutralizing the energy storm generated by the "power pill".

"Attack them, entangle them and beat them!"

After the weapon cultivator blocked the attack, he immediately issued orders to the Qigong practitioners behind him. This was the best way for them to defend against the "power pill".

But within a few breaths, the Qigong practitioners on both sides were fighting each other, while the Earth Vein cultivator and the weapon cultivator who had entered the country were confronting each other coldly, and it seemed that they had no intention of taking action.

A moment later, casualties had already occurred in the fight below, with more than a dozen Qigong practitioners from both sides injured and withdrawing from the fight, and being treated by the Wood and Water cultivators in the rear.

In the past, both sides would tacitly withdraw their troops and rest at this time, but today, dozens of golden and gentle beams of light suddenly descended from under the white clouds.

That is the light of the divine magic array!
All this happened very suddenly. These divine light beams fell on the Qigong practitioners from Beizhou, causing their originally exhausted Qi sea to recover quickly and their fatigue to be swept away.

The next moment, various flying swords and low-level spells swept across the sea.

At the same time, an extremely dazzling divine light fell towards the location where the weapon cultivator was. When this light fell, it was not as gentle as when it healed the Beizhou cultivator just now, but it came with a fierce momentum, and sparks were created in the space wherever it passed.

The weapon cultivator had already noticed the divine light the moment it appeared, but when he had the idea of ​​dodging, the divine light had already traveled hundreds of feet to reach him, causing him to suddenly feel powerless and desperate, and his hands subconsciously drove the magic weapon formation around him.

When the protective shield formed by the magic weapon formation was deployed, the divine light completely covered the body of the weapon cultivator. He lost his sight due to the dazzling light, and his soul subconsciously sensed the surrounding situation. Then he used his left hand to maintain the protective shield of the magic weapon formation, and his right hand habitually stretched out to grasp a long sword in the magic weapon formation that was shining with a scarlet sharp edge. "Shua~"

"Shu~"

The fear in his heart made the weapon cultivator continuously swing the long sword in his hand.

The light of the divine magic was like ordinary sunlight. Although it looked extremely sharp, it did not cause much damage to the weapon cultivator.

But the calm only lasted for two breaths. When the weapon cultivator saw that he was not hurt and was about to abandon the Qigong practitioner below and evacuate the battlefield, the six demon souls in the magic weapon formation beside him suddenly went crazy and greedily absorbed the spirituality carried by the divine light.

"Pfft~"

The weapon cultivator's chest was cut open by a long knife in his own magic weapon formation. The demon souls immediately rushed to the cut wound and madly devoured the spirituality in the weapon cultivator's blood, causing the magic weapon formation to be out of control. The demonic wind that was stirred up disintegrated the weapon cultivator in the blink of an eye.

Then the weapon cultivator's bloody body dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye in the light of divine magic.

"Blasphemy should not exist in this world."

A cold and rational voice sounded beside the incoming monk from North Continent. A man in a pure white wide-sleeved robe appeared beside the incoming earth vein monk. This man had nothing else on him except a pure white wide-sleeved robe. He was bald like the monk, but there were magic arrays carved on his bald head and face.

No, it should be said that his entire body is carved with magical arrays!

The magic array on his body attracted the faith of the people of the Northern Continent and built a brilliant golden mysterious light behind him, making him look as sacred and inviolable as the legendary gods.

This was the divine messenger from the Northern Kingdom. His eyes were completely obscured by the golden light, and looked like a pair of eyes made of gold. After getting rid of the weapon cultivator, he immediately turned into a ray of golden light and attacked the headquarters of the Taiyin Sect and the Vajra Temple in the direction of the Iceberg Islands.

For the Northern Kingdom's vast divine magic system, divine magic messengers are not independent ideas, but consumables for the Northern Kingdom to perform divine magic, and they can be mass-produced at any time.

"Boom~"

A muffled sound echoed through the sky and earth above the Iceberg Islands.

Then countless golden lines fell from the sky. It was beautiful but full of sacred majesty, making people dare not look up.

When the golden lines fall, the spirituality generated will cause the spiritual veins of many Xuanmen monks to throb, and the people of the Iceberg Islands will kneel on the ground and pray devoutly, and invisibly generate a large amount of spiritual faith.

"Humph~"

With a light hum, a green magic circle appeared, and a rich water spirit energy crossed the sky. A command flag appeared in the center of the magic circle, absorbing all the spirituality overflowing from the heaven and earth.

PS: I have something to do today, sorry. (End of this chapter)