Xianhong Road

Chapter 787

When Marquis Zhendong led the five princes and a million monks to surround the "Lingding Xianfeng", Yang Fan was also worried about the upcoming fate of the "Xiandaozong".

In the field of vision, the immortal cultivators emerging from among the clouds were densely packed, overwhelming and majestic.

An army of one million monks is by no means comparable to the Yuyang Kingdom or the Northern Qin Xiuxian World War.

This army of monks is composed of high-level powerhouses, Jindan monks are the most basic unit, Nascent Soul powerhouses are the backbone central force, and Huashen powerhouses are high-end powers. The cutting-edge force in the battle of cultivating immortals.

In contrast, Lingding Xianfeng also has millions of disciples, but more than [-]% are low-level monks, and most of the disciples have no combat experience.

Regardless of the number of low-level monks, it is compared with the number of god-defense powerhouses who have set foot on the Great Qin Yundian.

On the east side of the town, there are five princes, all of whom are powerful in spirits, including himself, there are five.

What's more, this Zhendonghou is a special prince who possesses the most treasured dragon weapon and the blood of the Xianqin royal family. His strength is far superior to that of ordinary gods, otherwise he would not be able to command many princes.

As for the entire Immortal Dao Sect, according to Yang Fan's knowledge, the only one who has reached the realm of emptiness is the Great Elder Bai Yu.

swoosh swoosh bang bang—

At this moment, the town's east side had sent tens of thousands of monks to attack Lingding Xianfeng from a distance. Thousands of brilliant lights bombarded Lingding Xianfeng from all directions.

Lingding Xianfeng has nine levels, and each level is guarded by law enforcement monks, who immediately either take defense or counterattack.

This round of attack lasted for a while, and tens of thousands of monks on the east side of the town quickly retreated.

Obviously, this is just a trial.

"Although most of the disciples of the Immortal Dao Sect have never been in actual combat, their overall quality is very high, which is better than imagined."

Among the princes of the Five Routes, the only female cultivator, a beautiful woman wearing a phoenix crown and luxurious clothes, said indifferently.

This woman is also the only woman among the [-] princes of the Great Qin Dynasty, named 'Feng Qinghou'. Although her cultivation base ranks second among the princes of the five routes, she is the military advisor for this battle.

She does not directly participate in the battle, but sits in the rear and mobilizes all forces at the same time.

"After all, it is the first sect of the Great Qin Dynasty. Even a disciple who has not experienced actual combat is still an elite of the same rank. But what I am most interested in is the legendary 'Tianlan Immortal Formation' in the 'Lingding Immortal Peak'."

Another white-browed old man in plain clothes stroked his beard and smiled, revealing his eyes.

"Haha, 'Tianlinhou', you are a well-known formation master in Daqin, this time 'Zhendonghou' asked you to come here to help break the legendary fairy formation. Otherwise, you will not let 'Qiyuanhou' 'Replace your position to attack the 'Wuhou Family'."

Another burly prince laughed.

Both Fengqinghou and Tianlinhou are princes with special attainments.

Under the command of Feng Qinghou, the army of monks launched attacks from different angles on the "Lingding Immortal Peak", sometimes attacking from a distance, and sometimes sending Huashen Daxiu to sneak into the sect with lightning.

However, the Immortal Dao Sect also has great cultivators who transform themselves into gods, who can deal with ordinary attacks, and at most show some panic.

The offensive became more and more fierce and ferocious, and the splendor of spells covering the sky, covering the Lingding Xianfeng for thousands of miles, never dissipated.

Under the wave after wave of attacks, Xiandaozong gradually fell into a disadvantage and was in an extremely passive state.

"The first sect of the Righteous Way, that's all. I haven't used a quarter of my troops yet, so they are in a hurry."

Feng Qinghou caressed her hair, her voice was sweet, but calm and steady.

"Hehe, when our lords launch an attack, it will be the day when the 'Xiandaozong' will be destroyed..."

A young prince smiled proudly.

"If nothing is expected, and the 'Marquis of Zhendong' can restrain 'Old Immortal Bai Yu', then everything will go well."

Feng Qinghou's gaze was peaceful and calm, and her spiritual consciousness was always paying attention to the battle situation.

Yang Fan sat cross-legged on the eighth peak, closed his eyes to regain his vitality, and his senses also controlled the entire battle situation.

"Brother Yang, I finally found you."

A dense cloud of green clouds shot over, and a beautiful woman fell down, who was Yang Huixin.

"Sister, did you participate in the defensive battle?" Yang Fan asked.

"Master didn't assign me a task..." Yang Huixin pursed her lips, and said with firm eyes, "But I will definitely participate and protect my homeland."

Unlike Yang Fan, she has practiced in Xiandaozong for more than 200 years and has deep feelings for this place.

Yang Fan nodded slightly, and sighed softly: "It's a pity that it will take half a day for my mana and mind to return to its peak state."

Just as the two were talking, a powerful distraction came oppressively.

Boom boom boom! ! !
The power of distraction bombarded the monks within a few miles, and in a split second, dozens of monks who transformed themselves into gods lost their souls under the bombardment of distraction.

"Sneak attack by the great cultivator of Huashen!!!"

Yang Huixin let out a muffled snort, her complexion was slightly pale, a trace of bright red was wiped away, and she exclaimed.

And at this time, the "Lan Yu Fairy" who sits on the eighth peak, Nangong Han's ancestor, just reacted, and immediately used the power of distraction to restrain the great cultivator of Huashen.

"Huixin, are you injured?" Yang Fan hurriedly got up, and found that Yang Huixin's mind was slightly injured by the distraction attack of the great cultivator who transformed the spirit just now, but there was nothing serious about it.

Yang Fan held her hand, a gust of clear water gushed out, Yang Huixin only felt that the damage in his mind recovered immediately.

"You stand here and don't move, let the elder brother avenge you."

Holding the Wushuang Broken Sword in his hand, Yang Fan suddenly closed his eyes.

"Brother, this is..."

Just as Yang Huixin spoke, she found that Yang Fan's figure disappeared in an unpredictable way.

puff! ! !
The great cultivator who was fighting against Fairy Sapphire suddenly felt something was wrong, and before he could react, the half-cut sword penetrated from his back to his chest.

"how is this possible……"

The great cultivator who transformed himself into a god staggered, with a look of horror and doubt on his face.

thump!
His body fell to the ground, and before he died, his face was full of surprise and unwillingness.

"It's you..." Fairy Lanyu stared at Yang Fan who was holding a broken sword, feeling shuddering and shocked.

She couldn't believe how Yang Fan, a little cultivator of Huashen, killed the big monk of Huashen with a single sword.

After killing the great cultivator of Huashen, Yang Fan floated back to his original place as if no one was there, and closed his eyes to recuperate.

On the eighth peak, there were not a few people who saw such a situation, and their morale was immediately boosted.

"What a terrifying strength, how did he kill that big cultivator who transformed into a god?"

"I heard that he is the eldest brother of 'Hui Yu Fairy', the newly born 'Honorary Elder' of the Zongmen in recent hundreds of years."

……

"What!! There is such a master on the eighth peak!!"

Feng Qinghou, who was sitting behind the town, turned pale with an exclamation.

"what happened?"

Several other princes asked.

"The cultivator who was sent to sneak attack on the eighth peak just now was killed with a single sword."

Feng Qinghou said with a look of surprise, her consciousness was also observing Yang Fan who was sitting cross-legged.

"Eighth peak?"

Several princes all looked at the eighth peak of "Lingding Xianfeng", and their eyes quickly focused on Yang Fan.

"Hey, this person has the breath of a treasured dragon weapon!!!"

"A treasured dragon artifact? It must be [Yellow Dragon Crown] without a doubt, it turned out to be this person."

Soon these princes confirmed Yang Fan's identity.

"Send a few strong men over there to try."

Among them, the young prince said coldly.

shhhhh! ! !

Not long after, two more great cultivators of Huashen rushed to the eighth peak.

This is the first time that two great cultivators have been used to attack at the same time.

In an instant, the eighth peak was under tremendous pressure.

Soon, the powerful power of distraction spread to Yang Fan's side.

"court death!!!"

Holding the Broken Sword in his hand, Yang Fan waved it across the air, and in the name of Wushuang Broken Sword, launched "Heaven and Man Strike".

Two cold light red lightning flashed in the void.

puff puff! ! !

Two great cultivators who transformed themselves into gods were pierced through their bodies by the supreme sword intent, and their souls perished.

At this moment, several princes and princes saw the whole process clearly, with shocked expressions on their faces.

"Why don't I go meet him."

The young prince said calmly.

"No, except for me and 'Tianlinhou', you three princes are the final force to carry out a decisive attack. At this moment, the strength of 'Xiandaozong' has not been damaged much, so it is not suitable to attack."

Feng Qinghou stopped the young prince.

Then she ordered: "The eighth peak is temporarily listed as a forbidden area and will not be attacked."

"This person is initially listed as a hidden 'spiritual powerhouse' in the Immortal Dao Sect. We will make a decision when the time is right."

There was an irresistible command tone in Feng Qinghou's tone.

Thousands of miles above the sky, there was a whistling wind.

"...Old Immortal Bai Yu, the past and the present are different from the past. Friendship belongs to friendship. Since you refuse to cooperate with Benhou, then the only way to die is."

Zhendonghou, who was dressed in an ancient robe, hovered around his body with a divine dragon of luck. The majestic luck communicated with the world, and amidst the roar of the dragon's aura, the momentum was greatly increased.

"The poor Taoist wants to experience it. I haven't seen you in 500 years. How much has your strength increased?"

The old fairy Bai Yu waved the whisk in his hand, and said in a calm manner.

"I heard that Bai Yu, old fairy, half of your foot has stepped into the third level of Tongtian. Today, I, 'Qin Guangyao', want to learn about it."

After Zhendong Hou finished speaking, the majestic and vast spiritual power intertwined with the shocking dragon energy, splitting a long purple-blue dragon-shaped river.

The old fairy Bai Yu's figure drifted back slowly, and he lightly swiped the whisk in his hand to neutralize Zhendonghou's attack.

The princes below were all attracted by such momentum.

"As expected of the Marquis of Zhendong, his strength is the strongest among all the 'princes'."

The young prince exclaimed.

"Actually, there is another 'Marquis of Zhenyuan', but he has been hiding in the extreme north..."

Tianlinhou laughed softly.

Zhendonghou's attack was so powerful that it shocked the ghosts and gods. In contrast, Bai Yu, the old fairy, was elegant and natural, as gentle as flowing water.

"This 'Old Immortal Bai Yu' is really not simple. With just an ordinary dust whisk, he can compete with the 'Marquis of the East' who possesses the most treasured dragon weapon."

Feng Qinghou's eyes were calm, with some surprise.

"It seems that Bai Yu is No. 1 in the realm of Daqin Shenxu in terms of cultivation level. It is not groundless to say that he has half-stepped into the 'combination period'."

Another prince said in a deep voice.

On the eighth peak, Yang Fan, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, was of course also watching the battle. He was secretly surprised: "Old Immortal Bai Yu's cultivation is unfathomable, especially the power of the soul, which is as broad as the sea, and it is hard to tell the depth."

Suddenly, he thought of a sentence that the old fairy Bai Yu once said: "If I didn't let go of the 'Xiandaozong', how could I stay in Daqin? At least 500 years ago, I should have gone to the wider 'Outer Sea Territory'." land."

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