Invasion of the Heavens from Eternal Life

Chapter 102 The Battle of Tianwu City
"Ice Soul's cold light! Thousands of miles of ice!"

Since he had decided to take action, Fang Han would naturally not show mercy. In mid-air, he directly displayed the "Ice Soul Technique" which was comparable to the great magical powers in the world of immortality.

As soon as he finished speaking, the sky and the earth suddenly became gray and misty, and the next moment, snowflakes began to float.

The cold wind was howling within a radius of hundreds of miles, and even the waves gradually froze and finally froze directly to the bottom of the sea.

It was as if all the warmth between heaven and earth had been drained away.

To these masters, it seemed as if the world had suddenly changed its climate. Their blood, energy, spirit and thoughts were even frozen, and they could not help but feel horrified.

The masters of the Yunmeng Empire there, even those at the blood-transfusion grandmaster level, were directly frozen into ice sculptures by the strange icy air.

This is pure natural coldness, which cannot be blocked by the masculine power of qi and blood.

Fang Han used the "Ice Soul Dao" magic that he performed at the level of a Ghost Immortal. Even a Ghost Immortal who had survived a thunder tribulation would have difficulty competing with it. Even an intermediate Martial Saint at the same level would have found it difficult to resist, not to mention the masters of the Yunmeng Empire on the boat who were not even Martial Saints. They only felt that every snowflake contained enough coldness to freeze their blood, and they would not even know where the enemy was until they died.

The natives captured by the soldiers of the Yunmeng Empire just felt that the weather was abnormal, but they didn't feel anything else.

The snowflakes falling on them seemed no different from ordinary snowflakes.

Seeing such a strange scene, these natives knew that they were saved by some unknown god. They couldn't help but cry and kowtow repeatedly with excitement.

"Fang Han, your Taoist magic is really sharp!"

Chan Yinsha exclaimed in amazement, a hundred miles were frozen in an instant, this kind of terrifying Taoist magic was beyond the reach of even her.

"good."

Fang Han said that he was not complacent.

"There are no Martial Saints or even Ghost Immortals among these Yunmeng warships. I learned from the soul of a Yunmeng master that the Black Wolf King and his men have already set out for the residence of the monk Jingren in Tianjue Mountain~" Zen Yinsha's soul turned into Yin Qi and blew into the warship, immediately finding out the enemy situation.

Almost at the same time, hundreds of miles away, at Tianjue Mountain in the center of Tongtianyuan.

At this moment, a group of people were walking towards the mountain.

A tall, middle-aged man, hiding in a pitch-black wolfskin tent and wielding a massive double-edged axe, stood out. Three paper cranes danced around him, but for some unknown reason, they suddenly shattered into pieces, becoming nothing more than waste paper.

Seeing this, the man suddenly stopped and said hoarsely, "Two Hall Masters, Yuxian, there's been an accident on our ship. The three commanders of the Prison Camp have all perished, their bodies and souls annihilated!"

If you are familiar with him, you will know that this person is none other than the famous Black Wolf King who is unbeatable and can dominate the world.

Beside the Black Wolf King, Bi Shihua, stood three people: a middle-aged Taoist with a narrow face, a black staff in hand, and square eyes. This was Nalan Hai; a beautiful Taoist nun wielding a pitch-black longsword that exuded the aura of life and death, her eyes gleaming with a destructive light; and a young woman dressed in Confucian robes and the attire of a scholar. These three were the Black Demon Hall Master of Xuantian Pavilion; the Destruction Hall Master of Xuantian Pavilion, Nalan Yanluo, once a ghost immortal of the Yunmeng Imperial Family and now the "Shenyue Princess" of the Yunmeng Empire; and the young woman dressed as a scholar was Xing Yuxian, the chosen daughter of the Peacock King, one of the Eight Great Demon Immortals.

In front of these four stood a young man dressed in a bright yellow robe and a scarlet gold belt. Flanked by four warriors at the Grandmaster level of Blood Transfusion, he clearly held a distinguished position. This man was the Yunmeng Emperor's most favored son, Prince Kun, Nalan Yuanzhen, the most likely heir to the Yunmeng throne. Upon hearing the Black Wolf King's words, his expression remained unchanged. He simply said, "Grandma, please use your divine consciousness to investigate what has occurred, but come as quickly as possible. Our most urgent task is to obtain the Qiankun Bag. With that, even the destruction of the Yunmeng will be of little consequence."

His voice was majestic and unquestionable.

"it is good."

Nalan Yanluo said, and then he made a hand gesture, and a mighty dark wind condensed the wind and clouds, transforming into a giant dragon a hundred feet long that exuded an incomparable destructive and murderous aura, and flew towards the seaside port with its fangs and claws bared.

After about a cup of tea, his expression changed slightly and he said, "The port has been frozen, those three people have been killed, and all the slaves have escaped. This doesn't seem like the work of the Silver Shark King. It looks more like the magic of the Fragrant Fox King. However, the Fragrant Fox King can't possibly have such powerful magic. It's strange!"

"Never mind, if we delay, something bad will happen. Let's go up the mountain first~"

Nalan Yuanzhen said.

Not long after the eight people left, the air flow here fluctuated and a group of figures squeezed out from the void.

Among them were martial arts masters and Taoist masters, including Xiao Anran, leader of the Fangxian Dao, and Zhang Boheng, chief steward of the Zhengyi Daoist sect. Furthermore, there was a young man with a hooked nose and a bird-feather cloak. This young man was none other than the "Divine Eagle King," one of the eight great demon immortals. All three were masters of the Daoist ghost immortal realm.

Before the three stood a dignified young man, approximately seventeen years old, dressed in a magnificent robe adorned with purple and gold fragments, a purple and gold crown on his head, and a bright yellow sash tied around his waist. He had distinct features, a handsome face, a full forehead, and a pale golden aura circling his temples. Furthermore, he possessed a unique aura, one of immense majesty, resembling that of an ancient sage emperor.

"My Lord, I didn't expect you to possess the Good Fortune Gourd. No wonder you led your army to attack Yunmeng and were so successful!"

Xiao Anran, the leader of the Fangxian Dao, said this with an expression of disbelief on his face.

"Haha! This Good Fortune Gourd was also gifted by the Emperor. It contains a five or six li of heaven and earth, and can carry a hundred people a hundred li away, breaking through the void and appearing. However, it consumes a lot of mana. Even a ghost immortal would be exhausted after activating it three times. In terms of mystical power, it is far inferior to the Qiankun Bag."

The young man said.

"My Lord, I will only activate it twice, so that I can save the remaining mana for the next battle." The Eagle King said.

Afterwards, these people disappeared into the void again. At the same time, a fist-sized gourd drilled into the void and disappeared, leaving behind a faint pure yang force in the void, which was very weak.

These people left not long ago.

"The Good Fortune Gourd? Interesting!"

A faint voice said.

Chaotic energy began to surge in the void of Tianjue Mountain, and then Fang Han and Chan Yinsha appeared.

The chaotic mist was transformed from the rosy glow in the chaotic sea of ​​suffering of Fang Han's sky-covering method. If someone tried to hide it intentionally, even someone two realms higher than him would find it difficult to see through it. Guanjun Hou and others could not see where Fang Han and Chan Yinsha were.

"The Good Fortune Gourd is a spatial artifact of the Good Fortune Dao, just like the Qiankun Bag. The young man just now was Yang An, the young Marquis of Daqian. I didn't expect that even the 'Divine Eagle King' would follow him! Han, if you want to compete for the Qiankun Bag, you must deal with them."

Zen Yinsha said in surprise.

With her strength, she was no match for these people. Her only hope now lay in this mysterious companion.

"It doesn't matter."

Fang Han said, thinking secretly in his heart.

There is a cave world inside the gourd of good fortune, and its level may have reached the level of a mid-grade Taoist artifact in the world of immortality. The quality of the artifact Qiankun Cloth Bag is even higher. It was forged by the ancient Yang God, and it may have reached the level of a top-grade Taoist artifact. Don't miss it.

The Panhuang Life-Spirit Sword wielded by the Champion Marquis was legendary as the most powerful artifact of antiquity, embodying wisdom, courage, benevolence, and integrity. Rumor had it possessed 30% of the power of the ancient Panhuang, and its quality had likely reached the level of a supreme Taoist artifact. If he could obtain the Panhuang Life-Spirit Sword from the Champion Marquis, he would have another trump card.

"Fang Han, that gourd contains a strong pure Yang power. If you can let me swallow it, my cultivation level might be able to leap into the secret realm of immortality!"

Looking at the departing figure of the Fortune Gourd, Yan was extremely excited and his saliva was almost flowing.

"Huh! Interesting! Maybe the Yellow Springs Map can be completely repaired in this world!" After hearing Yan's words, Fang Han's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and his mind suddenly became clear.

Although the Yangshen World cannot compare with other worlds, it can make its own foundation stronger.

Tianjue Mountain is a vast and continuous mountain range that stretches for thousands of miles, with countless cliffs, forests and lakes.

Fang Han flew for a full hour with the Zen Silver Gauze following the pure yang power left over from the activation of the Creation Gourd, and came to a mountain that looked like a pillar of heaven. Behind the mountain emanated a strong masculine aura, as if a sun was hidden inside.

"The Good Fortune Gourd disappeared here. Could this be the lair of the witches and ghosts? Why is it so deserted?" Chan Yinsha was curious.

"This mountain is a mirage, and there are worlds within it."

Fang Han said.

In his eyes, the mountain seemed real but not real, floating uncertainly, and another world was vaguely revealed inside the mountain.

"It's really a trick! The person who created the illusion is really powerful!" Zen Yinsha thought carefully and said.

It is incredible that she can be deceived by such a ghost fairy.

Afterwards, the two of them rushed straight towards the mountain, and the view in front of them suddenly became clear.

The plain stretched as far as the eye could see, with countless houses and altars rising above it. Beyond that, there were fields, roads, rivers, and indigenous people cultivating the land, along with armored soldiers. It looked like a small nation. Clearly, this was the headquarters of the Wugui Dao.

At this moment, there was a huge city hundreds of miles away from the two of them. At this moment, dark clouds covered the sky above the city. In the center, a stream of energy and blood like a wolf smoke broke through the clouds and rose into the sky.

That is the qi and blood of the Martial Saint.

At the same time, hundreds of monsters that looked like celestial corpses flew into the sky, seemingly fighting with an unknown existence.

"It seems that Champion Hou and the others have already started fighting~"

Fang Han said.

"There are at least ten or more ghost immortals fighting here. What a fierce battle!"

Zen silver yarn is also the way.

Afterwards, the two of them gradually led to this big city built by the Witch and Ghost Sect.

Tianwu City was magnificent, constructed entirely of massive stone blocks, their cores cast with glutinous rice flour and iron. Its sheer size rivaled any other provincial capital in Daqian, save for Yujing City. At this very moment, a fierce battle was raging within the city, resulting in the deaths of many indigenous warriors and Taoists. A variety of Taoist magic intertwined and shifted in the sky, appearing breathtakingly beautiful, yet also imbued with immense murderous intent. Countless dark winds blew, harboring the thoughts of countless ghostly immortals. Most striking were two streams of masculine energy, piercing heaven and earth like a flaming warp. Under these two streams, not even the thoughts of ghostly immortals could approach.

At this moment, bursts of extremely thick smoke suddenly rose from the city walls on all sides, and soon enveloped the city with a radius of dozens of miles. There were countless zombies, ghosts, and evil spirits in the city, and the sound of thousands of ghosts wailing could be heard faintly.

"This is the Ten Thousand Ghosts Paying Homage to the Sect Formation, which is also the sect-protecting formation of the Wugui Dao. It seems that the Wugui Dao has reached a critical moment! Should we take action?"

Zen Silver Yarn Road.

"Don't make a move for now. Wait until they decide the winner."

Fang Han said.

In addition to him, Fang Han also sensed the thoughts of other ghost immortals circling in the void. It was obvious that the ghost immortal masters from other countries were all like him, wanting to reap the benefits.

Rumble~
This was the sound of the collision of ghost and immortal magic. After a full stick of incense had passed, the black fog covering Tianwu City suddenly shrank and headed towards the center of the city, condensing into a semicircular sky curtain with a radius of several miles.

Fang Han focused his mind and eyes, and finally saw the scene inside clearly.

At that moment, the Champion Marquis was locked in combat with a sturdy monk, his face flushed with ruddy bruises, his hands and feet swaggering, and his figure draped in a black gold robe. Their energy was intense, their fists and kicks clashing with each other in a frenzy of force. Each blow was like a thunderclap, shaking the ground and sending the air churning for hundreds of feet. However, both seemed hesitant to unleash their full might.

Elsewhere, there was also a battlefield. A dark-faced Taoist priest was seen holding a palm-sized triangular banner. He was surrounded by five Corpse Kings, each with golden wings and a golden fleshy crown on its head, spewing radiant golden pills from its mouth. Clearly, this Taoist priest was Yu Wutong, the leader of the Wugui Dao Sect from the original novel, and the five Corpse Kings he nurtured.

Yu Wutong carried a large bag on his back, held by a rope. A vast, pure Yang energy emanated from it, revealing it to be the Qiankun Bag. Opposite Yu Wutong stood a man draped in bird feathers, with a hooked nose and a hand in the Zen seal. It was none other than the Divine Eagle King. The two were locked in a fierce battle.

To the west of the square, nine Taoists sat cross-legged on the ground. The two leading them were Xiao Anran, leader of the Fangxian Dao, and Zhang Boheng, chief steward of the Zhengyi Daoist altar. The remaining seven Taoists were all masters who had reached the stage of spiritual concentration, one step away from reaching the ghostly immortal realm. Their bodies were enveloped in a turquoise aura, and above their heads, their spirits manifested into various Daoist figures. Three of them manifested as Daoists, holding jade ruyi, wearing tall crowns and unusual clothing, with lightning flashing in all directions, possessing the vast artistic conception of the creation of heaven and earth. These were the Yuanyang Daoists of the Fangxian Dao. The other four manifested as Daoists, clad in ancient hexagram robes, with eyes like stars and wielding extraordinary brushes, as if they mastered the laws of heaven and earth. These were the Daoists of the Zhengyi Dao.

These seven people, under the leadership of Xiao Anran and Zhang Boheng, were fighting a desperate battle with three elders of the Witch and Ghost Dao who looked like mummies. Dark clouds appeared above the heads of these three elders, and in the dark clouds there were three Corpse Kings with majestic faces, covered with golden scales all over their bodies, with golden crowns on their heads and golden wings on their backs. They were fighting with these Taoist ministers, and the scene was extremely chaotic for a while.

Bi Shihua, the Black Wolf King of the Yunmeng Empire, and others were watching covetously from the shadows. In addition, there were still powerful ghost immortals hiding in other locations, secretly coveting them.

Obviously, the competition for the Qiankun Bag will be fierce this time.

(End of this chapter)