My equipment is designed for cultivation; I started by slaughtering my way through a small world.

Chapter 242 This palm strike descended from the sky.

Inside Zhenhai City.

With the return of Chen Ang and Jia Meiqian, news about the Undersea Reincarnation Cult was also brought back to the city.

A Divine Realm cultivator from the Reincarnation Cult, leading twelve Golden Body Realm cultivators riding giant dragons, is about to attack Zhenhai City.

Zhenhai City had enjoyed peace for many years, and this news came from the mercenary base.

The various factions within the city were immediately thrown into an uproar.

Inside the mercenary base.

The atmosphere was heavy.

Ten centurions, led by Chen Ang and Jia Meiqian, gathered together. In addition, there was Vera, the chieftain of the Kaima tribe, and Valen, the representative of the human mixed-race rogue cultivators, among others.

Whether they are native cultivators, mixed-race cultivators, or family cultivators.

Everyone understands.

Once the Divine Realm cultivators of the Reincarnation Cult breach Zhenhai City, no one will fare well. At best, they will become divine puppets; at worst, they will become cultivation materials for others.

This is the principle of "if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold".

To say that the Xianmu Group's rule was particularly good wouldn't be accurate, but compared to the deities of the Holy Covenant Divine Court, the Xianmu Group at least openly exploited them.

Instead of turning everyone into puppets of faith.

"The Divine Realm level cultivators of the Samsara Cult are equivalent to the Purple Mansion level cultivators of our Immortal Path. This is a force of a centurion, and they are not easy to deal with."

A local Tu ethnic cultivator at the Golden Core stage slowly spoke.

Upon hearing this, the other Tu tribe cultivators all echoed his sentiments.

There are more than twenty Golden Core cultivators in their Tu tribe.

Their numbers are more than twice that of the Golden Body Realm cultivators of the Reincarnation Cult.

However, the actual combat strength of the native cultivators is far inferior to that of the cultivators trained by the Void-level civilization.

Even if two native Golden Core cultivators joined forces and risked their lives, they might not be able to kill a Golden Body cultivator.

"Gentlemen."

"Your mission is to hold off those twelve Golden Body Realm Divine Dao cultivators."

"As for that Divine Realm level cultivator, we will take care of him."

Chen Ang glanced at the native cultivators and assigned them combat missions.

He did not expect these natives to defeat the Reincarnation Cult.

only.

There are no other options at the moment. If we can increase our chances of winning by having all these people fight together, then we can do so.

Zhenhai City spans thousands of kilometers of sea.

As they drew ever closer to land, the guardian elder, wielding a bone staff, looked grim.

The twelve dragon riders following closely behind him looked at the blood-stained figure in front of them, and an unconscious fear arose in their eyes.

"Elder."

"That kid's a bit strange; even with a ruptured heart, he's still jumping around. Now, we're almost at land. Could he be feigning defeat to lure us in—"

To the right of the guardian elder, a dragon rider spoke nervously.

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During the chase on the sea, Gu Qing broke through their encirclement three times in a row. In the process, Gu Qing's left hand was first severed, and then his heart was shattered.

But it was such a terrifying injury.

Gu Qing, however, maintained his fighting strength, using a life-or-death approach to break through their encirclement time and time again.

"You bunch of useless trash."

"If you guys hadn't kept dropping the ball, would that kid have been able to break through so many times?"

The garrison elder's gaze turned cold, and he couldn't help but snort.

Looking at these twelve people, the guardian elder's aura grew even colder. If these twelve people weren't experimental subjects cultivated by the Reincarnation Envoy, he would have already eliminated these troublesome burdens.

A chilling aura swept over them, and the twelve dragon riders were immediately terrified, their spines tingling with fear.

but.

They really couldn't stop Gu Qing.

Gu Qing possessed an inexplicable aura that could cause their dragon puppets to go out of control, leaving them helpless.

"Just follow along."

The elder guarding the town suddenly calmed down, revealing no trace of anger.

"I have already figured out the details of that kid's dual-attribute fusion domain power. If that kid's breakthrough stops here—I will personally take action later and I will definitely be able to capture this kid."

Countless black skulls were reflected in the eyes of the guardian elder, their jaws opening and closing as they gathered power.

Several streaks of light flashed across the sea.

As Gu Qing transformed into a dark brown beam of light, he continued to approach Zhenhai City. When he was about a hundred miles away from Zhenhai City, a phantom image of a celestial tree several thousand meters tall suddenly appeared in front of him.

"It's Old Chen and Old Jia."

I looked up.

All of Mo's mercenaries were assembled into a thousand-strong version of the Myriad Formations of the Underworld.

That phantom of the spirit tree was the spirit of the immortal tree condensed by the array.

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"Old Chen, Old Jia."

"Buy me some time. Once my dual-elemental profound divine abilities have fully evolved, perhaps I can reverse the crisis."

As soon as Gu Qing finished speaking, the voice of the elder of the Samsara Cult, who couldn't help but laugh, came from behind him: "Hahahaha."

"Boy, you don't actually think a mere thousand-man version of the Myriad Manifestations Formation can stop this old man, do you?"

Reaching the center of the formation, Gu Qing breathed a sigh of relief. He turned to the guarding elder and said calmly, "Old fool, you don't actually think you're that strong, do you?"

"If you were truly capable, how could I have broken through your encirclement time and again?"

"How can they be the same?"

"You can run away from the monk, but you can't run away from the temple."

"This is your stronghold. Where else can you run to?"

"Hand over this kid, or you'll all die."

The elder of the Samsara Cult's voice turned cold, and an overwhelming killing intent instantly pressed down, causing the immortal wood spirit condensed by the Myriad Manifestations Array to tremble.

Fortunately, this thousand-person version of the Myriad Manifestations Formation did not disappoint Gu Qing and the others, blocking the opponent's killing intent.

"Today, I will show you ants what my true strength is."

The elder of the Reincarnation Cult laughed wildly and, with a wave of his hand, gently pushed forward.

The black light surged like a tide.

A terrifying aura swept over us from all directions.

The entire forest array was covered in black light, within which countless images of Buddhas emerged. These Buddhas were incomplete; some were missing hands or feet, others were missing ears or noses.

"Dark Evil Buddha Realm Palm!!"

An extremely sinister voice rang out from within the black light.

"attack."

Seeing the incredibly malevolent remnant image of Buddha emerging from the black light, Chen Ang immediately organized a counterattack.

The Thousand-Man Version of the Myriad Formations involves a thousand people attacking simultaneously.

In the blink of an eye.

The power of a thousand people was assimilated by the formation and transformed into the power of the formation.

Splash!

The spirit of the immortal tree that enveloped everyone lit up with countless green lights from its canopy, instantly transforming into a thousand emerald green arms that attacked the evil Buddha in the black light.

"A modified version of the Myriad Manifestations Array?"

"With your level of strength, it's not bad that you can perfectly mobilize the power of a thousand people using the power of the formation."

The elders of the Samsara Cult were somewhat surprised to see the formation set up by Chen Ang.

"What a pity!"

"Even with an improved formation, even if you can unleash your strongest attack, how many times can you activate it?"

The elder of the Reincarnation Cult sneered, his gaze suddenly turning cold.

In fact.

Gu Qing, Chen Ang, and Jia Meiqian's small group has repeatedly surprised the elders of the Reincarnation Cult.

"Die, all of you!"

The elder of the Samsara Cult waved his hand again, and black light enveloped the crowd. Countless black lights surged, and a giant hand inlaid with countless Buddha heads descended from the sky. These Buddha heads did not chant Buddhist scriptures, but were all reciting divine prayers.

"not good."

Upon seeing this, Chen Ang's expression changed drastically.

"Boom!"

The spirit of the immortal tree, summoned by the power of a thousand people, is like a towering tree supporting the sky.

However, when faced with the insanely evil palm strike from the elder of the Reincarnation Cult, the spirit of the immortal tree, several thousand meters tall, disintegrated in mid-air, turning into countless broken branches that fell towards the sea.

With each broken branch, a mercenary within the Myriad Manifestations Formation coughed up blood and became weak and feeble.

Many with weaker cultivation levels even had their arms explode into a bloody mist.

Chen Ang looked up at the dark sky above him.

Is this the strongest attack from a cultivator in the Divine Realm?

Indeed, very strong.

There was no other way but to make sacrifices.

"Old Jia, protect me."

"I must do everything in my power to control the formation and buy time for Boss Gu."

Chen Ang turned his head and instructed Jia Meiqian beside him.

"rest assured."

"As long as I'm alive, I won't let anyone near me."

Chen Ang nodded.

Immediately.

He formed a series of Dao seals with both hands, and the Senluo Wanxiang Array under his control suddenly emitted a bright green light, extending beams of green light that pierced into the bodies of the wounded mercenaries.

Subsequently, the mercenaries' flesh and blood withered rapidly, and the remaining spiritual energy in their bodies was forcibly taken over and extracted by the great formation.

The illusory image of the immortal tree spirit that enveloped everyone seemed to be rejuvenated.

New branches struggled to grow from the treetop, continuing to maintain the power level of the great formation.

Even so, the phantom of the Immortal Tree Spirit continued to crumble, starting from the top of the canopy and extending downwards along the trunk.

Three-quarters of an hour later, the entire phantom of the Immortal Tree Spirit was reduced to a solitary trunk, struggling to withstand the giant hand falling from the sky.

Rumble—

There are probably three or four hundred people still alive inside the formation.

The group was slammed into the sea by a giant hand that descended from the sky, and tsunami-like waves spread out in all directions.

"Boss Gu."

"I tried my best, that old bastard is too strong—"

The Myriad Manifestations Array shattered, and Chen Ang opened his eyes, his face ashen, and murmured softly.

The giant hand was about to take everyone's lives.

suddenly.

Suddenly, a hand appeared behind Chen Ang, supporting him as he swayed precariously.

"I know."

"Leave the rest to me."

Chen Ang, Jia Meiqian, and the others suddenly heard a familiar voice.

next moment.

They looked down suddenly and saw that the people who should have fallen into the sea were inexplicably on land.

far away.

The elder of the Samsara Cult seemed to sense something, his expression suddenly changed, and he retreated abruptly.

Suddenly, four dark brown giant peaks rose from the seabed in the surrounding area.

These towering peaks exude an inexplicable aura of deathly stillness.

Each giant peak possesses a rich Daoist essence; the moment it appears, it blots out the sky, standing majestically like a pillar of heaven.

Divine inscriptions are carved on the summit of Jufeng Mountain.

"The Grand Tomb of Mountains and Rivers!"

Looking up at the surrounding towering peaks, the elder of the Samsara Cult had a solemn expression.

Just now.

Gu Qing suddenly stepped forward, traversing ten miles of sea in a single stride. Wherever Gu Qing landed, towering mountains automatically rose from the seabed, supporting him as he moved forward step by step.

Where Gu Qing walked, the sea turned into mountains.

Chen Ang, Jia Meiqian, and the other surviving mercenaries stared blankly at the strange phenomenon before them.

"Look at those four sacred mountains!!"