It didn't take long for the cultivators of the major forces in Kyushu to complete their ascension, and the remaining masters led by the elders were wholeheartedly guarding the area of the ascension. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Under such circumstances, the cultivators of various small forces were like moths to a fire, and when they pounced on a group, they were killed.

In the melee, only a few lucky people were able to get close to that area, feel the fluctuations of the Divine Relic Land, and then break away from Kyushu and "soar" to the space where the Divine Relic Land is located.

Most of the cultivators were killed.

And some of the more profound Dao practitioners can feel the fluctuations of the Divine Relic Land from a distance, and they can soar without getting close, and for this kind of cultivator, the elders can only let them leave.

After the chaos, the cultivators suffered heavy casualties, and they calmed down one after another, retreated to the shore, and stared coldly at the major forces.

The frenzy in their eyes still did not subside, and when their eyes fell on the Heavenly Pillar Phantom behind the major forces, the color of fanaticism became heavier and heavier.

"You scattered sand wanderers, hum!

In the battle just now, the performance of the Sword Sect was the most eye-catching, as an elder, the Wind Blade had the strongest lethality, estimated to be no less than tens of thousands of cultivators, and the rich blood light wrapped around him, reflecting him like a demon path cultivator.

As soon as the wind blade sounded, the cold cold air swept through the audience, as if returning to the harsh winter in an instant.

"Click, click......"

The cold air blew across the sea, and as far as the eye could see, everything froze.

The waves on the surface of the sea are still churning, and the waves of the mountains and mountains freeze instantly, like a forest of ice cubes.

There were mutilated corpses floating in the sea, and some sea beasts who were not afraid of death ventured to devour the corpses, and when the sea froze, the sea beasts did not have time to escape, and turned into ice sculptures.

The corpse turned blue at low temperatures, and it looked extremely terrifying.

Against the backdrop of such a scene, the cold words of the wind blade spread throughout the battlefield.

Tens of thousands of cultivators of small forces suddenly froze in mid-air, and most of the cultivators slowly retreated under the gaze of the wind blade, not daring to sweep the edge of the wind blade head-on.

The bustling battlefield suddenly cooled down.

The disciples of the Sword Sect looked at the back of the Wind Blade, their eyes were full of reverence, and their morale increased greatly.

On the other hand, the group of scattered sand wanderers can't be beaten, even if they have several masters, but the number of people is not enough, they can't be beaten at all!

The only thing that can be done is to wait for more forces to discover the vision of the sky and gather here.

Seeing that no one dared to step forward anymore, Feng Blade nodded with satisfaction, turned to look at the phantom of the Heavenly Pillar, and said secretly: "We will help you guard here and buy you more time, you must hurry!"

The white mist rose, and it seemed that the pillar of heaven was ethereal and illusory, standing in the time and space of Kyushu, and he couldn't see the scene in the land of the gods, and he didn't know that Jin Yang was now in a bitter battle.

The native's body is really hard, even if it is split, with their amazing recovery ability, they absorb the free white mist in the air and immediately repair the body!

Jin Yang's sword is in his hand, and the powerful tricks in the "Nine Purple Huan Imperial Sword Technique" are at his fingertips, if a sword sees Jin Yang's battle, he may not realize something.

During the battle, Jin Yang heard several screams in the distance, and the screams were so familiar, it was clearly the Sword Sect cultivator who came with him.

"It's not good! they must have met the natives, with their cultivation, it's hard to resist!"

Jin Yang was anxious.

The "tie-in" did not fail, Jin Yang heard the argument and knew that hundreds of Sword Sect disciples were not far away, but their screams came and went, and the situation was very critical.

"Ahh

The long hair danced wildly, Jin Yang burst out with a cloud of sword qi, forcing the four natives to retreat, and the long sword burst out with fiery sword qi, and the sword qi flew into the air and exploded.

"Boom ......"

The roar was accompanied by the explosion of sword qi, and a circle of visible ripples appeared in the air, layer upon layer, spreading out in all directions.

The vegetation was shattered into powder, with Jinyang as the center, and the vegetation and rocks within a radius of 100 zhang were shattered and blown away in the wind.

Under this roar, the vegetation within hundreds of thousands of zhang all bent down, and most of the vegetation was broken off and smashed heavily on the ground......

In the midst of the smoke and dust, hundreds of roars rang out, rushing towards Jinyang.

Jin Yang looked up to the sky and shouted: "You natives, how bold, take your life!"

Within 100,000 zhang, the voices of the disciples of the Sword Sect sounded, and they also rushed towards this side with their edges.

"Senior Brother Jin Yang, is that you?"

"Senior brother, let's work together to let these natives see how powerful we are!"

......

With a roar, Jin Yang gathered the disciples of the Sword Sect and confronted more than three hundred natives.

"Kill!"

The sword light lit up, and hundreds of Sword Sect disciples and more than three hundred natives collided together......

......

"Senior brother, senior brother......"

Long Ji shook a sword, and a sword opened his eyes in a daze, feeling his head heavy.

"What's wrong? Where are we?"

A sword touched the white mist in front of him, the mist was soft and very tough.

The two were enveloped in a spherical mist, which was opaque and could not see clearly.

"There is some strange prohibition in the land of the gods, we are being teleported, I don't know where you want to send us...... Hey, let's ...... Falling down?"

As soon as his body was light, although Long Ji couldn't see the outside, he also knew that this was a precursor to a rapid landing.

"Hurry! Protect your body with mana, it's so fast!"

Long Ji's face changed, and the speed of descent was so fast that his body was so light that he was almost about to get up.

A sword also knows that it is not good, and the mana is running, all over the body, ready to resist.

"Boom ......"

A white meteor fell from the sky, slamming into the ground, leaving a long trail of vegetation and smoke flying in its path.

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

A sword crawled out of the pit and raised his hand to unleash a spell that blew away the smoke and dust.

"Senior Brother Long Ji, we are too...... What's so big about the Relic Land...... Senior Brother Longji?"

Long Ji crawled out of the pit, looked around with a solemn face, and didn't say a word.

"What's wrong?"

Yijian glanced around, his face was bitter, his hands and feet were cold, and he said secretly: "It's over, my mana hasn't recovered yet, and when I encounter this situation, I'm going to die......"

At a cursory glance, there were probably hundreds of mist spirits surrounding, and even if a sword was in a state of total victory, it was impossible for him to leave unharmed in this situation.

Long Ji's expression was also extremely nervous, the golden mana between his ten fingers surged, and the golden light in his pupils shone brightly, like a hideous beast in the form of a human.

Yijian noticed that the atmosphere on the field was different, and was stunned to find that there were dozens of cultivators lying scattered on the ground, and when he looked closely, they were all cultivators of the Sword Sect, and he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

The ground was rocky, and it had been struck out by spells, and those cultivators were lying in it.

"Senior brother, what's wrong with you?"

Yijian saw that these were all cultivators of the Sword Sect, and he was extremely shocked in his heart.

"......"

A sword aura shot down from the sky, knocking out a deep crater on the ground in front of the sword.

Yijian hurriedly raised his head, only to find that the attention of the spirit of mist was not on his body, but around a figure with sword qi shining.

"Senior Brother Jin Yang?"

A sword's eyes widened, and he was in the air with a figure of one enemy and a hundred, wasn't it Jin Yang?

The number of mist spirits is about two hundred, but there are only about one hundred or so around Jinyang, and the rest of the mist spirits are surrounded outside violently, and as soon as the mist spirits turn into white mist and dissipate, they will immediately replenish them.

One hundred and ten mist spirits formed a combined formation, and instead of rushing up with the rest of the mist spirits, they advanced and retreated in a measured manner, cooperating with each other.

Jin Yang's body was slashed by the spirit of mist, blood fell from the sky from time to time, a sword saw that his hands and feet were cold, the battle was too tragic, Jin Yang didn't care about his injuries at all, and sent it away with his life.

"Don't be stunned, take out the pill and give it to the senior brothers!"

Long Ji sighed lightly and beckoned a sword to help.

"Hmm...... Oh......"

Yijian hurriedly took out the pill, ran to the nearest senior brother, and lightly gave him the pill.

The senior brother swallowed the pill, his pale face had a trace of blood, and his eyes also had a hint of brilliance.

"Senior brother, senior brother, how are you?"

From time to time, Yijian looked up at the sky, his face full of worry.

"Ahem...... It's okay, put away your elixir, my injury, your elixir won't do much......"

Senior Brother's injuries were quite serious, and with his Dao cultivation, the elixir applied to a sword could not heal his injuries.

"Your pill has mobilized my breath, I can already heal my injuries by myself, you hurry up and help other junior brothers, I'm fine!

The senior brother coughed up a mouthful of blood, commanded Yijian, took out a jade bottle from his arms and handed it to Yijian.

"......"

Yijian hurriedly jumped up, ran to the other senior brothers with the jade bottle, and gave them pills one by one.

There were seventy-eight senior brothers who were seriously injured and fell to the ground, and although the jade bottle of the senior brother was small, the space was huge, enough for all the senior brothers who fell to the ground.

With Long Ji's help, the two quickly separated the pills in the bottle.

The effect of the senior brother's elixir is so strong that after swallowing it, they all have the strength to get up, but their combat effectiveness cannot be recovered for the time being.

Their injuries are actually fatal, and they have not hurt their vitality and meridians, to put it bluntly, they are all flesh wounds, plus they have lost their strength, and after taking the pill, they will be fine for a period of breathing.

However, they had no intention of striking again, and they all stood on the ground and watched the battle in the sky.

In the sky, under the leadership of Jin Yang, twenty-two senior brothers formed a sword formation and fought together with more than a hundred mist spirits, fighting in the dark.

The mana of the twenty-two senior brothers was about to be exhausted, but Jin Yang seemed to have inexhaustible mana, and under his leadership, the spirit of the mist was wiped out again.

"Senior brother, why did you fight with the spirit of mist? they are monsters turned into mist, and fighting with them really outweighs the loss!"

Although the battle in the sky was fierce, Yijian was very distressed, grabbed the senior brother just now, and nagged.

Senior Brother said curiously: "Mist spirits, you mean these natives?"

When the other senior brothers heard Yijian's words, they also cast curious glances.

Yi Jian also said strangely: "When the senior brothers came in, didn't they enter the illusion realm? No wonder you don't know the spirit of the mist! They are the elves of these mist, and they are almost the natives of the land of the gods!"

"What are their characteristics?"

Senior Brother suffered a loss from the Spirit of Mist, and his expression was a little unsightly.

"Dare to ask my brother's name?"

"Jin Cheng!"

"Senior Brother Jin Cheng...... And fellow brothers, this spirit of mist ......"

With a sword and a few words, he said what he knew.

"I see, this native...... This spirit of mist is actually ...... Do you know where they came from?"

“...... I don't know...... I guess it may be that after the spiritual power turned into fog, he was stuffed in the land of the gods for a long time...... Generated a psychic ......"

A sword slashed, and he didn't even believe what he said.

“......”

The senior brothers were silent, and they also felt that this statement was too reluctant. (To be continued.) )