Reborn as a Snake: Many Children, Many Blessings, Only I, the Green Snake Immortal

As soon as he finished speaking, the Green Corpse Taoist pressed his five fingers onto the coffin lid.

The cold, corpse-like patterns on the surface of the coffin suddenly lit up, and a surge of corpse energy flowed into the tall corpse puppet's body along an invisible connection, forcibly suppressing the Ten Thousand Evils Record's pull on the corpse seal.

The tall corpse puppet that had just stopped raised its head again.

The stone beneath its feet collapsed with a deafening roar, and its massive body surged forth once more.

At the same time, Song Qingwu's sword light and the Great Qian formation pressed towards Xu Qing from both sides.

Xu Qing did not continue to activate the Myriad Evils Record. He put away the book and raised his hand to meet the tall corpse puppet.

With a clash of fists and palms, the corpse puppet was once again forced back.

Sang Qianhua then unleashed her Heavenly Silkworm Silk to intercept several fourth-rank cultivators on the side, while Su Qingqian activated her White Lotus Dharma Form to bombard the base of the Great Qian formation.

Just now.

Three intense auras suddenly surged from the passage that ran through the mountain.

Crimson flames pierced through the passage, and three figures stepped into the depths of the earth's veins one after another.

As soon as Feng Qingli, Feng Xuanzhen, and Feng Chixiao landed, they looked up and saw a dazzling azure phoenix light flashing.

Feng Xuanzhen raised her hand to block the scattered magical power. The three of them did not immediately join the battle, but instead scanned the situation to get a clear picture of it.

The Great Qian Dynasty, the powerful clans of the Cave Heavens, the human sects, and a strange man who controls corpse puppets...

These powerful cultivators are all making their moves.

It's not even a chaotic battle yet, and their opponents are all pointing at the same person!

Feng Chixiao's gaze swept quickly over the various powerful figures surrounding Xu Qing and his companions, and the fiery intent in his eyes noticeably paused for a moment.

Feng Qingli first glanced at the still unopened Immortal Furnace to confirm that the true opportunity had not yet emerged, and then noticed Mei Zhihan, who was not making a move not far away.

A divine thought was transmitted.

Mei Zhihan looked back at the three of them, not daring to be negligent, and sent a telepathic message back to tell them the reason.

After hearing Xu Qing arrogantly demand to clear the area and even kill Peng Jingxiao in public.

The three of them simultaneously turned their gazes toward the edge of the array.

There lay a gruesome corpse, its chest caved in, its life force and spirit utterly extinguished.

The blood and energy within the corpse had been drained by the immortal furnace, leaving only a dull, lifeless skeleton.

For the first time, the fighting spirit on Feng Chixiao's face noticeably subsided.

He had no connection with Peng Jingxiao, so there was no reason for him to feel sentimental.

What truly shocked him was that... the most valued prodigy of this generation of the Golden-Winged Roc Clan had actually died at Xu Qing's hands.

Xu Qing really dared to kill!

How come this guy is even bolder than me?!

Feng Xuanzhen's gaze grew increasingly solemn.

Feng Qingli remained silent.

The three of them suddenly realized how incredibly audacious Xu Qing was.

No wonder he dared to cause such a huge mess that even the Grand Elder had to personally intervene to resolve it!

Deep underground, a fierce battle raged.

The roar continued to reverberate towards the ground.

On the other side of this roar, the Divine Court's last line of defense had come to an end.

Mountains crumbled and palaces collapsed.

The shrine was littered with corpses.

Among the dead were both celestial beings from the cave, as well as cultivators from other sects, independent cultivators, and demons.

The broken magical artifacts were buried among the blood and rubble, and the remaining light of the array still flickered in parts of the valley.

The cultivators paid a heavy price, but they also gained an overwhelming advantage thanks to the continuous influx of powerful individuals.

The Divine Court's direct forces were no longer able to maintain their full formation.

Almost all the tribesmen who were brought here died. The remaining creatures of the cave retreated to the broken palace, with nowhere else to go.

The Dragon God General stood on the ruins, his armor mostly shattered, his chest covered in blood.

The other two divine generals stood not far away, their auras also waning.

There were very few living beings left in the cave around the three of them who could still fight, and the aura of evil spirits in the distance was still closing in.

Their eyes were filled with despair.

The Divine Court is on the verge of destruction, yet the Divine Lord has yet to appear.

No matter how they sent messages, there was no response from the direction of the main hall.

Chenlong looked back at the already collapsed main hall, and for the first time, a look of bewilderment appeared in his eyes.

next moment.

Countless corpses on the battlefield simultaneously began to change.

The residual blood and medicinal properties from the corpse of the spirit in the cave rose into the sky.

Blood-red mist also continuously dissipated from the bodies of the deceased foreign cultivators.

On the ruins of a tribe where some members perished in battle, the immense tribal destiny lost its last support, peeling away from the broken totems and settlements, forming a vast stream of light covering the sky above the divine court.

All forces are drawn in the same direction.

Blood, medicinal power, and fortune lingered briefly above the Divine Court, then, like a burst dam, surged and sank wildly down along the broken mountain and earth veins.

Chenlong didn't know why all this was happening, nor did he understand why the Lord of the Divine Court remained silent.

Deep underground, the Immortal Furnace awaited this final burst of power.

The moment the mighty torrent poured into the core, the entire altar suddenly sank.

The fighters simultaneously felt a violent tremor beneath their feet.

The ancient patterns on the altar lit up layer by layer, and the light quickly converged from the edges to the center.

The Danxia landforms hanging above surged violently, and the five-colored divine light and the voice of the Great Dao also became violent at the same moment.

boom!!!

The Immortal Furnace emitted a thunderous roar that shook the entire Woyun Lodge!

The stove lid moved.

A very fine gap slowly appeared between the tightly sealed furnace openings.

Just a frontline.

An indescribable fragrance of medicine was already wafting out from the cracks!

The fragrance of medicine swept across the altar, and the blood and soul of all the cultivators trembled at that moment!

It felt as if countless shackles had been removed from the body, and the soul seemed to want to leave the physical body and fly to a higher place.

It was just a fleeting feeling; for a moment, it felt like ascending to heaven in broad daylight.