To comprehend all laws and attain immortality

Chapter 351 Blood Battle Against the Demon Sect

A hundred miles away from the Abyss of Fallen Souls, there is a barren mountain range called Thousand Jun Ridge.

Below Qianjun Ridge lies a branch of the Taihe Mountain spiritual vein, where the Hundred Refinements Sect established a base to guard against the invasion of demonic cultivators from the Yan Kingdom.

At this moment, Gu Fan stood in mid-air, his gaze sweeping across Qianjun Ridge.

Below, hundreds of Lingxiao Sect disciples were setting up an array as ordered.

For this great battle, the three sects of Wei Kingdom have drawn more than half of their elite disciples. Although the Lingxiao Sect has the fewest disciples among the three sects, each of them is experienced in combat and is no weaker than the Bailian Sect and Hualing Sect.

Half a day later.

The protective array outside Qianjun Ridge has been completely renewed, with streams of dark golden earth energy rising and swirling in the air.

This is a high-grade, third-tier formation, the Mountain-Severing Calamity Formation.

The formation outside Qianjun Ridge was originally a defensive formation, but after Gu Fan's modifications, it has been replaced with a pure killing formation.

With this formation in hand, Gu Fan was confident that he could easily deal with even ten Golden Core cultivators.

The other two outposts were also adjusted simultaneously, but unfortunately, the array formation mastery of the main array formation master was far inferior to his, and the power he displayed was also a notch below.

Even so, Gu Fan did not believe that he could completely block the demonic cultivators.

Two other reasons supported his ability to persuade the crowd.

One of them is another shimmering white magic array in the center of Qianjun Ridge.

In the Qionghua Realm, long-distance teleportation arrays have long been lost, but Gu Fan is able to set up short-distance teleportation arrays.

This magic array was improved from the teleportation array in the Liangyi Hall. It is enough to teleport cultivators to Taihe Mountain. Moreover, this array is hidden in the center of Qianjun Ridge and is covered by the aura of the killing array, making it difficult for demonic cultivators to detect.

With this teleportation array in place, even if the cultivators from the three sects are no match for them, they can retreat with ease.

As for the second reason... Gu Fan did not state it explicitly, but only transmitted it to the three Nascent Soul True Monarchs.

Less than a month after the formation outside Qianjun Ridge was completed, the figures of demonic cultivators appeared in the distance.

A thick cloud of blood appeared in the distance, and even from more than ten miles away, the crowd could smell a nauseating stench of blood.

Above the blood-red clouds stood more than ten Blood Spirit Sect cultivators, their expressions indifferent; all of them were Golden Core True Persons.

Hundreds of Foundation Establishment cultivators and thousands of Qi Refining cultivators around them each used their escape lights to gather around the Dharma Boat, as the blood-red clouds slowly pressed down on Thousand Jun Ridge.

On either side of the blood-red cloud, a flying boat lay horizontally.

One of them was entirely white, gleaming with a pale blue light, resembling a celestial palace on the moon.

The other one is completely the opposite, with a rugged and bold design, cast in black steel and sprayed with surging flames.

These two magic boats are the vehicles of the cultivators from the Dark Night Palace and the Silent Extinction Sect.

"clang"

A loud bell rang out.

Hundreds of beams of light rose from Qianjun Ridge, and the disciples of Lingxiao Sect took out their magical artifacts, their eyes filled with murderous intent as they looked at the demonic cultivators.

Gu Fan stood at the front of the crowd, holding a command flag and waving it gently.

The earth trembled, and dark golden earth energy surged wildly, condensing into sharp rock edges, like stone swords pointing at the demonic cultivators outside the formation.

"It's actually a killing formation?"

Above the blood-red clouds, Mo Tu Hu, an elder of the Blood Spirit Sect, gritted his teeth upon recognizing Gu Fan's face: "It's him!"

Back then, it was Gu Fan who infiltrated the Wu Kingdom to hunt down the Zhu family traitors, but was blocked by Mo Tu Hu.

Wu Chengdao had no choice but to use the backup plan given to him by the Half-Old Monster, which severely injured him. It took him decades to recover his strength. Furthermore, he was punished for wantonly slaughtering mortals and lost countless essence blood pills and stipends, which slowed down his cultivation progress.

Upon seeing each other again, they discovered that Gu Fan was already in the late stage of the Golden Core realm, while he was still in the middle stage. It was a situation where old and new grudges were intertwined.

However, seeing the imposing presence of the Broken Mountain Killing Formation, many demonic cultivators were unsure how to proceed.

Initially, the demonic cultivators were overjoyed when they realized that the three sects had divided their forces to defend their positions.

They thought that they could simply break the protective array of the mountain and slaughter all the cultivators inside, but what they saw at this moment was unexpected.

If it is a defensive formation, it can be broken by everyone working together.

With the battle imminent, a question arises—who should go first?

Those who charge into the formation first will inevitably suffer the strongest attacks.

It should be understood that battles among cultivators are not like wars in the mortal realm, where only the survivors reap rewards. Once someone perishes here, no one will care.

Just then, a Golden Core cultivator flew out from each of the magic boats of the Silent Extinction Sect and the Dark Night Palace.

The Golden Core cultivator from the Silent Annihilation Sect, dressed in a close-fitting outfit and possessing a robust physique, said in a deep voice, "I have heard that the fellow Daoists of the Blood Spirit Sect are always adept at preserving their lives. Why don't you fellow Daoists go first?"

Above the blood-red clouds, an old man with white hair said coldly, "What, could it be that fellow Daoists from the Yan Kingdom want to reap the benefits without lifting a finger?"

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"Fellow Daoist, please calm down."

The cultivator from the Dark Night Palace was a refined young man dressed in a light blue robe, toying with a piece of cold jade. He said softly, "Our two sects have divided our forces into three locations, and our manpower is far inferior to that of your sect. Naturally, your sect should go first."

"That's utterly unreasonable!" the white-haired elder retorted. "If that's the case, you two might as well go back and, like the Five Poisons Sect, hand over the Mysterious Female Ancestral Qi to our sect in the future."

The three of them immediately started arguing back and forth.

In the Qianjun Ridge, Meng Wei stood beside Gu Fan with his arms crossed, and asked curiously, "What do you think... they're discussing up there?"

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Chen Suzhen chimed in, "They're probably thinking, who's going to be the first to die?"

Meng Wei scoffed, stepped forward, and shouted, "Listen up, you little devils over there! If you don't dare attack, you might as well go back to suckling! And when you see me again, remember to kneel by the roadside!"

Upon hearing this, the disciples of the Lingxiao Sect burst into laughter.

The three Golden Core cultivators of the Demonic Path above the clouds were furious. After discussing the matter, they decided that each of the three sects would occupy a side and launch a simultaneous attack.

Thus, the Blood Spirit Sect was in the center, the Silent Annihilation Sect was on the left wing, and the Dark Night Palace was on the right wing.

At a command, thousands of streaks of light surged down, led by three Golden Core cultivators.

Seeing this, the Lingxiao Sect disciples split into three groups and, led by the Golden Core Elders, took up their positions and defended the formation.

In an instant, colorful lights flew up.

As the demonic cultivators approached the killing formation, Gu Fan suddenly waved his command flag. The rocky ridges suspended in mid-air began to spin rapidly, transforming into several turbulent currents that swarmed towards the three Blood Spirit Sect Golden Core cultivators.

Faced with the power of the formation, the three Golden Core cultivators of the Blood Spirit Sect summoned their magic treasures to resist, but in the face of the formation that mobilized the power of heaven and earth, they only resisted for a moment before exploding and turning into blood everywhere.

Strangely, the three did not die as a result; instead, they unleashed a burst of intense blood-red light, shattering the rock ridge into pieces.

Then, the blood that filled the sky quickly congealed and slowly formed a human shape.

The Blood Spirit Sect truly lives up to its reputation as the most skilled demonic sect at preserving life; as long as one's essence and blood remain intact, one can retain their life.

Before the three could fully coalesce, another storm of rocky ridges struck.

On the other side, Meng Wei suddenly unleashed a bolt of lightning, striking a Golden Core cultivator from the Netherworld Palace within the magic array.

The Golden Core cultivator from the Underworld Palace raised his hand and summoned a smooth ice mirror, which reflected the lightning back and took the opportunity to release streaks of cold light that enveloped Meng Wei.

But just then, a storm of rocky ridges crashed into the ice mirror, shattering it into pieces.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Li Fengyi brandished her flaming spear, her inner energy transforming into a fire dragon that pierced through the chest of the Golden Core cultivator in the Underworld Palace.

In the blink of an eye, a Golden Core cultivator who had practiced for hundreds of years perished.

Similar scenes unfolded throughout Qianjun Ridge, with Hulu and Changyuan joining the battle, either spewing fireballs or harnessing divine lightning to confront the demonic cultivators.

The demonic path mobilized more than twenty Golden Core cultivators, while the Lingxiao Sect, including two spirit beasts, had less than ten. If Gu Fan hadn't provided constant support with formations, they would have been unable to withstand the attack long ago.

The Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Lingxiao Sect also led their Qi Refining disciples to form an array and engage in a battle of magic with the demonic cultivators from afar.

Spells occasionally pierced through the killing formation, taking a life.

The fighting lasted for a quarter of an hour, and sweat beaded on Gu Fan's forehead.

The deployment of the formation to deal with the numerous demonic golden core cultivators had greatly depleted their spiritual energy. More importantly, the demonic golden core cultivators had exhausted the formation's power at the cost of several deaths and were about to break through the formation.

Seeing this, Gu Fan raised his hand and released a ball of fire, saying in a deep voice, "Disciples, listen to my command! Do not linger in battle!"

Seeing the flames rising, the group immediately abandoned their opponents and slowly retreated.

Gu Fan's gaze turned solemn as he waved the array flag. The array's light shone brightly, stirring up sand and stones, which not only obscured the vision of the demonic cultivators within the array but also forced them to defend themselves with all their might.

A moment later, Mo Tu Hu passed through the formation, saw the scene before him, and was furious.

The Thousand Jun Ridge was empty except for Gu Fan, who stepped into the teleportation array and disappeared as a streak of light.

Just then, the unmanned killing formation finally stopped, but before everyone could react, the ground beneath their feet trembled violently, and a faint red light moved beneath the soil.

"Oh no, this place is a trap!"

As soon as Mo Tu Hu finished speaking, the ground beneath his feet suddenly exploded, and the intense light blurred his vision.

Those demonic golden core cultivators who were a little further away immediately fled frantically.

A violent roar reverberated, and a thousand-foot-high gray cloud rose from Qianjun Ridge.