Godly Immortality: Start with the Butcher and add some Immortality!

Chapter 1002: Nascent Soul Battle!

The tense atmosphere before the battle immediately spread throughout the entire battlefield.

Zhao Wugui, who was in the middle stage of Yuanying, had a determined look on his face. He put his hands behind his back, took a step forward in the air, and then said loudly to the ten Yuanying True Immortals dozens of feet away:

"My fellow Taoists, Zhao advises you to surrender now. As long as you surrender, Zhao can guarantee that you will leave some seeds of cultivation behind, so that the Taoist lineage will not be extinct from now on."

"If not, all the sects and forces of your Daye Dynasty may be seriously damaged or even extinct. I hope you will consider this carefully!"

This person was very arrogant and seemed to have already taken control of the Daye Dynasty.

When the ten Yuanying Zhenren on the opposite side heard this, sneers and murderous intent appeared on their faces.

"Surrender? What a big tone! I want to see how you guys are going to exterminate our sect!!"

"What a joke! How dare a mere demon cultivator speak so arrogantly? Zhao Wugui, you should think carefully about whether you will stay here today!"

“Even if we are seriously injured, we will never let you demon cultivators get the upper hand!”

"Haha, I want to see who can destroy our Guiyi Sect's lineage!"

The ten Yuanying Zhenren responded with either sneers or arrogance.

Moreover, as Nascent Soul cultivators who had lived for hundreds of years, although they were from enemy countries, they all knew each other, or at least had met each other.

Without the presence of the great cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage, they are already the top fighting force.

Facing the enemy's provocation, we naturally cannot retreat even a bit.

Zhao Wugui's face immediately turned cold upon hearing this, and then he burst into laughter: "Okay, okay, it seems that there is no point in talking any more. You have no room for negotiation at all, so we can only fight to the death."

"I am Zhao Wugui from the Blood Demon Sect. I wonder if any fellow Taoist would be willing to give me some advice?"

After saying this, he stared at the ten Nascent Soul Real People in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze.

The number of Nascent Soul cultivators on both sides tacitly appeared to be ten people. Of course, this was not to command the war, but to contain the other side's Nascent Soul cultivators, so as to prevent these top combat forces from arbitrarily slaughtering low-level cultivators on the battlefield and bringing huge impact to the war.

Zhao Wugui's words were naturally an invitation to fight.

Hearing this, the old man in the middle who looked like an immortal immediately said, "Then let me experience the magical powers of Brother Zhao!"

"Haha, good!" Zhao Wugui smiled grimly, and his whole body turned into a blood rainbow and fled into the sky.

The old man with a sage-like appearance also turned into a silver rainbow and followed.

Upon seeing this, the remaining Nascent Soul cultivators chose their opponents one after another, then transformed into rainbows and fled into the sky, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The attacks of these Nascent Soul cultivators are extremely powerful and have a wide range of impact, so they naturally have to fight in the sky so as not to affect the battlefield below.

Soon, the sky above the battlefield began to change color, sometimes red, sometimes black, and the sound of explosions like thunder also became louder. From time to time, dazzling silver rainbows and colorful clouds flashed by, and the momentum was extremely huge.

The Nascent Soul cultivators in the sky have already started fighting, and the armies of cultivators and demon cultivators in the low sky and on the ground have also started fighting.

However, this was not like a battle between a single or several immortal cultivators, where they would fly up into the air and approach each other to attack each other with magic weapons. Instead, at such a long distance, amid the sound of spells that rose and fell, the cultivators and the demon cultivators simultaneously activated various protective prohibitions, and huge light shields slowly rose from both camps, covering the main forces of both sides and protecting them firmly.

It was obvious that the army of monks was the first to complete the defense.

Although it was only a little faster, it was enough for the army of monks to take the initiative.

Upon seeing this, Master Zi Yang, who was presiding over the battle, naturally gave an order without hesitation, ordering the cultivators on his side to launch the attack first, preparing to fully maximize the initiative advantage.

The first to launch the attack were a dozen or so rare treasures with long-range group attacks, including the huge bronze gong that Wei Hong had seen earlier.

At this moment, the stand carrying the gong had not only arrived at the front of the monks' team, but also rose lightly into the air and stayed at a height of more than ten feet above the ground. There were only seven or eight yellow-shirted men guarding it on both sides.

The giant who had been sitting cross-legged beside the gong stood up at some point, holding a foot-long iron hammer in his hand, and stood silently beside the gong.

A little further away, two people held up a triangular black flag about five or six feet high. It was shining with black light and had a black dragon embroidered on it, lifelike.

Nine girls dressed in red, each holding a tray covered with red brocade. The tray was bulging with some treasure unknown. However, the nine girls formed a strange formation and floated lightly in the air.

Three old men in brocade clothes, each carrying a gourd half a person's height on their backs, walked to the front of the team with half-closed eyes.

These are all group attack treasures with super long attack range!

The order to attack instantly reached the ears of the monks responsible for the first wave of attacks.

The big man on the bronze frame immediately opened his eyes wide, and a yellow light about a foot long emerged from his body. He swung the hammer in both hands and hit the center of the gong hard.

A ball of dazzling golden light suddenly burst out, but the strange thing was that only the light flashed but there was no sound, as if nothing had happened.

However, the moment the golden light appeared, it exploded and turned into golden stars that shot towards the opposite side.

However, after these golden stars flew out more than ten feet away, a light "puff" sound was suddenly heard, and countless golden stars instantly turned into balls of golden mist, which looked extremely strange.

The big man kept hitting the gong with the hammer in his hand, and dense golden stars burst out from the gong, and then continuously turned into golden mist. The golden mist rushed towards the army of demons on the opposite side like waves.

As the two monks waved the triangular black banner wildly, a black dragon appeared from the banner.

As soon as the dragon monster opened its eyes, gusts of blue-black evil wind blew out of its mouth.

The whistling sound of the wind suddenly became louder, and hurricane-force winds turned into a vast black mass, with flying sand and rocks in an instant, making it impossible to see anything.

The red-dressed girl held up the red plate in her hands with her jade arms and uttered a pleasant spell.

There was a flash of red light, and nine bright red copper pieces suddenly flew out from the plate, then gathered in the air and spun around.

A fiery red ancient mirror several feet in size appeared there, with a bright light flickering on the mirror surface. In an instant, countless firebirds the size of fists spurted out of the mirror. Each of them was covered in flames and spewed flames from its mouth. Then, after a burst of clear chirping sounds, they flew out directly like arrows.

The three old men in brocade clothes now formed a triangle and simultaneously raised the huge gourds behind them. The icy white air mixed with countless snowflakes and hail instantly turned the large area in front of them into a world of ice and snow, and blew to the opposite side at an extremely fast speed.

More than ten kinds of group attack treasures were unleashing their power at the same time, making the atmosphere of the entire battlefield become turbulent for a moment.

(End of this chapter)