(I never thought it would be so long, and each chapter is a break from previous records, thanks to the book friends who have supported me along the way.) ）

In the past few days, the frequency of actions of the two major immortal cultivation realms of Mochizuki and the Southern Wilderness, or the ghost clan, has been much lower than in the past, but everyone knows that this is just the calm before the storm, and both sides are licking their wounds, trying to give each other a fatal blow.

Lu Xiaotian was about to refine the Nirvana Sword Youlan in his hand into the sword bead and turn it into a sword embryo. It's just that before Lu Xiaotian started, a huge battle word command broke into the house.

Lu Xiaotian stretched out his fingers and flicked a wisp of mana into the battle word talisman, and the talisman turned into a raging fire and burned.

When the battle order comes, whether it is Mochizuki or the monks of the Southern Wilderness, they will participate in the great battle between the human race and the ghost race.

"A thousand years of calamity is a thousand years, and it is rare to meet this great calamity. Lu Xiaotian muttered, thinking of the thousand-year-old tribulation of the Boulder clan, if he felt something, the silver hair behind him moved without wind, and a fighting spirit rushed to the sky.

The two armies were fighting, and the morale was especially high. Although Lu Xiaotian has always been low-key, every time he fights, the momentum on his body will be undisguised, and only a strong momentum can make the monks under his command muster greater courage. There is a saying in the world, which can also be used among immortal cultivators, one soldier is a bear, and one will be a nest.

The flying warship, which had not been used for a long time, slowly took off into the air, waving its flag. As soon as Lu Xiaotian's body moved, he shot out of the courtyard, stepped into the void, and flew towards the flying warship led by him.

In addition, several figures also went to the residence to vacate one after another.

"A few years ago, I took you to fight in Heavenly Sword Mountain. Now the army of the ghost clan is pressing, and it is only a battle. Lu Xiaotian's voice swept away, sweeping the entire White Crane City.

"Fight!" "Fight!"

The morale of the entire Lingxiao Palace was like a macro, as usual, and it didn't need too many words to stir it up. Just a glance from the silver-haired young man on the warship could make the morale of Lingxiao Palace reach its peak.

Thousands of female cultivators looked at the tall figure above their heads, their eyes lit up, although the monk in front of them was the ancestor of the Yuanying, but he was also the god of war who grew up from the bottom of the Lingxiao Palace, and since his debut, he had not tasted defeat in the same rank. From the Qi refining period all the way to the Yuan Infant Period.

It was also this person who pulled the Lingxiao Palace back from the lowest morale trough, and in the war, revitalized a Immortal Palace that was about to decay, and turned it into a palace gate second only to a few sects of the Ancient Sword Sect.

Lingxiao Palace originally already had four Yuanying cultivators, plus the two brought back by Lu Xiaotian, a demon cultivator. As many as seven Yuanying-level powerhouses, it was also the highest level in the history of Lingxiao Palace.

With such a lineup, even if they are about to face the ghost clan, they are fearless, compared to most other sects, as disciples of Lingxiao Palace, they are in a much better situation!

"Let's go and fight Mochizuki!"

At this time, Lingxiao Palace only retained a flying warship and a flying kite warship. Even farther on the ground, there are millions of mortal armies, and after this battle, it is not known how many will survive.

Although there are definitely not many mortals who can survive the battle between the Immortal Cultivation Realm and the Ghost Clan, this is already a battle of races, and in the case of the withering of immortal cultivators, it is these mortals who can deal with some ordinary low-level skeletons, and can also relieve the pressure of some Qi refining cultivators.

At this time, although Mochizuki's high-end combat power was not damaged, the losses of the low-level monks were really heavy. The armies composed of these secular mortals were all distributed in the outermost periphery, and each mortal army was mixed with immortal cultivators of varying strength.

Many mortal armies are experienced in a hundred battles of iron-blooded divisions, a hundred battles of soldiers, all have a bloody power and part of the evil qi on their bodies, people who are proficient in this way, can gather a small number of many, operate the law, tens of thousands of soldiers condensed blood power, enough to form a bloody force, and even threaten the foundation building monks.

Of course, these secular soldiers do not understand this, and it needs to be operated by monks who are proficient in this way.

There are also some huge bows and crossbows, although they are bulky, but they also have a certain amount of damage to ghost birds. In short, although these are cannon fodder-like existences, they are not useless.

Once the army of immortal cultivators is defeated, they can still escape into the secret realm, and they can still survive. And these mortals have nowhere to go at all. The sun overhead will be obscured by ghost clouds, and the once prosperous towns will be turned into gloomy ghost domains, and hundreds of millions of living beings will be slaughtered!

"Such a strong ghost aura has been condensed into substance, how many ghost clans must be there to form such a terrifying atmosphere!" Approaching Mochizuki City, seeing the ghost clouds that covered the sky and the sun in the Mochizuki Mountain Range, Wu Ziyuan and Qiao Lan, who had been staying in White Crane City, couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

"I don't know, I'm afraid that none of the other monks at war know how many ghosts there are. Lu Xiaotian shook his head and said, "If a few people change their minds, they can leave, and if the big battle starts later, I may not be able to take care of a few." ”

"Brother Lu's words can be said to be obvious, if there is no Brother Lu, a few of us would not be alive now, it is great to die here, and we have lived for a long time, without losing money. Qiao Lan and the two didn't speak, but the eight-legged demon bull beast turned into a human form, and one of the opponents was stuck on his waist, and he was very bold. At this time, the eight-legged demonic bull beast was under the healing spirit grass provided by Lu Xiaotian, and its injuries were completely recovered. I was full of pride.

Lu Xiaotian was a little surprised in his heart, at first when he saw it, he felt that this eight-legged demon cow beast was very ferocious, after all, Lu Xiaotian was not very acceptable to eat human flesh, and brought this guy to Mochizuki, Lu Xiaotian also had a good time with the eight-legged demon cow, and this guy could keep his promise.

Now it seems that the eight-legged demon bull beast is quite righteous.

"Brother Niu is right, if it weren't for Lu Daoyou, we would have died at the hands of those mirages, how could we still stand here and talk to Brother Lu. ”

Qiao Lan had no choice but to respond at this time, from the bottom of her heart, if she had known that the Moon City in front of her was such a battle, she would not be willing to get involved. It's just that the matter has come to this point, and it is already difficult to ride a tiger. After all, the latter is to enter the secret forbidden, and most of the Daoists who traveled with him before have already died, leaving only her and Wu Ziyuan, and the two of them will not be able to return to the Chiyuan Continent safely.

If you can't rely on Lu Xiaotian's strength, will it be possible to stay in the secret realm for the rest of your life? The two of them are here to seek opportunities, and the Yuanying Monk is also a human being, they don't want to really live a lifetime in an isolated place.

"Okay, so thank you Brother Niu and the two Taoist friends. The masters of the late stage of the Ghost King naturally have those great cultivators to deal with, and most of our opponents should also be in the middle or early stage of the Ghost King. Lu Xiaotian smiled and comforted a few people.