"Hmph, you think too highly of yourself. You all only need to hold out for a hundred breaths!"
As soon as the First Sir spoke, Gu Jiuqi's figure had already vanished. At the same time, he also gave an order to Mo Qing's group below.
In an instant, a series of muffled explosions came from the highest heavens. The two Spirit Transformation cultivators had soared up to the ninth heaven.
They did not dare to fight below. With a raise of their hands and a stamp of their feet, not even a single Nascent Soul cultivator below could survive.
But Gu Jiuqi was still a little worried about the battle below. The strength of the Golden Core cultivators on both sides was currently about the same, so there was not too much to worry about.
But the number of Nascent Soul-level cultivators on his side was not as good as the other side's. Under the other side's meticulous design, the number of Nascent Soul cultivators who would have appeared here was sharply reduced.
This time, Gu Jiuqi also planned to go all out and not let the First Sir escape again. He would hunt this villain to the ends of the earth, otherwise, it would be even harder to find such an opportunity again.
The great battle between the two sides erupted again in an instant. And Li Yan had also taken advantage of the few breaths of interval just now to hastily send a voice transmission to Bai Rou, who was in a corner of the crowd on the other side.
"Senior Sister, focus on self-preservation!"
When Li Yan's voice came through her mind, Bai Rou glanced at Li Yan's position from the corner of her eye, bit her lip, and nodded slightly.
She knew what Li Yan meant. Li Yan was worried that she had not formed her core for too long and her strength was limited.
But at this time, Bai Rou absolutely could not leave this place. Otherwise, the Wood Flow Sect would not be able to establish a foothold here in the future. More seriously, the entire sect would be held accountable. So she could only pay more attention to her own safety.
In a battle of this level, the enemy was all of Golden Core cultivation or above. Foundation Establishment cultivators simply couldn't get involved. Tang Yuniang had long been put into her spirit-storing pouch.
Li Yan had also simultaneously sent a voice transmission to Li Wuyi, Zi Kun, and the others, telling them to pay more attention to their defensive coordination.
As for those in seclusion like Zhao Min, Mo Qing and the others had no time to inform them. A cultivator who was forced out of seclusion might not be in a very good state.
But just from the First Sir's own words, it could be seen that it would be good enough if he himself could hold back Gu Jiuqi and not launch a surprise attack on the Nascent Soul cultivators.
So, the key to the decisive battle between the two sides now lay with the Nascent Soul cultivators. As long as one person was freed up to charge into the crowd of Golden Core cultivators, it would be like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.
The two sides clashed in an instant. Mo Qing's group of five were still thinking about how to block the other side's seven people and prevent the enemy from entering the group of Golden Core cultivators.
However, the target of the other side's few people was not those Golden Core cultivators at all. The seven of them directly surrounded their group of five.
In an instant, Mo Qing and the others also understood the reason. The First Sir's goal was to kill as many high-end combatants as possible, not the mid and low-end cultivators.
In this way, the two sides could quickly level the future landscape in the shortest possible time.
In fact, the best thing to do was to kill the continent's Spirit Transformation cultivators. But the First Sir was alone. Even if he knew the location of a certain initial or mid-stage Spirit Transformation cultivator, he might not dare to go.
If the other party fought to the death and no longer suppressed their Spirit Transformation cultivation, then he would not even have a chance to regret it.
The greatest possibility was that he and the enemy would be squeezed out of the Desolate Moon Continent together, and he would not know where he would end up. This was the last thing he wanted to see.
In an instant, the demon side, as if they had long discussed it, each chose their targets and blocked Mo Qing and the others.
The red-shirted scholar, Qi Jinghong, with a flicker, directly blocked Li Yan's path. He held a crimson long brush and, without another word, thrust it towards Li Yan's chest.
His previous surprise attack had failed because of Li Yan. Otherwise, even if Mo Qing hadn't died, he would have been seriously injured at this time. This battle would have had at least one less Nascent Soul combatant.
This made Qi Jinghong extremely hateful towards Li Yan. Just now, when they were secretly assigning opponents, he had immediately chosen Li Yan without hesitation. He wanted to personally slay this newly advanced Nascent Soul cultivator.
On the other side, the two Demonic Generals charged towards Wei Zhongran. The killing intent in their eyes was even stronger. It was clear that they recognized this person as the Golden Core cultivator who had blown up the Devil's Cliff Crevice back then.
The entire Demon Clan's subsequent large batch of reinforcements had been cut off because of this, which had led to the complete failure of that invasion.
This made all the demon cultivators who had witnessed that scene back then hate Gu Jiuqi and Wei Zhongran to the bone, wishing they could eat their flesh and drink their blood.
Now, after only a hundred years, this Wei Zhongran had not only successfully formed his Nascent Soul, but the power of his attack on the spatial teleportation formation earlier was also the strongest among these few cultivators.
His growth was astonishingly fast. Immediately, the two demon cultivators set their sights on Wei Zhongran, wanting to personally slay this person.
Faced with the encirclement of one mid-stage and one initial-stage Nascent Soul Demonic General, Wei Zhongran only frowned slightly.
Then he took a long breath, and with a flick of his sleeve, a black light flashed, and a pair of ebony gold great hammers appeared in his hands. Each hammerhead looked extremely terrifying, as large as three or four adult heads.
At the top of the ebony gold hammerheads, a long spike protruded from each, constantly emitting a dark gold light, looking extremely sharp.
Wei Zhongran casually stepped on the void. With a "rumble," he turned into a streak of dark green light and charged up to meet them.
Li Yuyin, who was closest to Wei Zhongran, upon seeing this, her beautiful eyes immediately filled with killing intent. The other side was ganging up on him, and one of them was even a mid-stage Demonic General.
She snorted coldly from her delicate nose and was about to go forward to help, but before she could, a figure blocked her path.
"Amitabha! Almsgiver Li, how about this old monk accompanies you for a few rounds?"
Chan Master Dajing of Mingtuo Temple, in a bright red kasaya, stood in the middle, blocking her path.
"Old bald donkey, you're courting death!" Li Yuyin's fine brows immediately shot up.
Not far away, Arhat Yiye, who had also instantly engaged the enemy, couldn't help but glance over here after hearing the sharp shout. He then also looked forward with a solemn expression. His pressure was no less than Wei Zhongran's. He was also surrounded by two people, namely the Sixth Sir shrouded in a black robe and Hang Lin of the Supreme Mystery Teachings.
And the last remaining Ye-surnamed cultivator from the Twelve Dens was facing Mo Qing, who was holding dual hooks.
This immediately showed the other side's level of importance. Here, besides the surprising strength Wei Zhongran had just displayed, the demons' hatred for him was the greatest.
And the remaining two mid-stage Nascent Souls faced Arhat Yiye and Mo Qing respectively. It was clear that Arhat Yiye of the Buddhist sect was considered more difficult to deal with, so Hang Lin also joined the siege, wanting to kill this troublesome "tank" monk as soon as possible.
Even though Hang Lin's side had the advantage in numbers of Nascent Souls, they did not dare to delay here, lest they attract other strong experts from the Desolate Moon Continent.
Therefore, they adopted the most advantageous idea of first concentrating their superior forces to kill the other side's strongest, and then freeing up more effective forces to kill others.
However, they still adopted a relatively stable method, for fear of accidents.
Previously, they had also discussed whether to use two mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators to quickly slay Arhat Yiye or Wei Zhongran, but in the end, they rejected the idea.
Although Mo Qing was previously the weakest Nascent Soul cultivator in the Malevolent Spirit Sect, this person cultivated the way of assassination. His methods were strange and unpredictable. If an initial-stage Nascent Soul cultivator were to deal with him, it was really possible that he would be controlled by him instead.
At that time, it would be the other side that would close the distance.
In the end, the seven of them still decided to have a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator deal with Mo Qing, which was more stable.
At this point, the two sides had nothing more to say. As soon as they met, they each launched their strongest attacks.
Both sides wanted to make the other lose one or two more combatants in the shortest possible time. Then the overall situation would basically be settled.
Seeing the other party's attack was like a rainbow, Li Yan's body blurred, and Qi Jinghong's crimson long brush plunged into a phantom.
Qi Jinghong's face did not change. He had expected this. Even if Li Yan had not been in the Nascent Soul realm for long, a Nascent Soul cultivator was still a Nascent Soul cultivator. How could he be so easily killed?
With a ripple in space, Li Yan's figure had already appeared five hundred zhang to Qi Jinghong's left. He quickly formed hand seals, and a black talisman formed between his fingertips in an instant.
He then pointed at Qi Jinghong, and the black talisman instantly turned into specks of black smoke and disappeared into the void.
And in the next moment, Qi Jinghong felt a slight stinging pain in his Sea of Consciousness. The pure yang magical power he had cultivated in his body suddenly surged into his Sea of Consciousness on its own.
The magical power turned into a patch of blood-red, dancing flames, which suddenly rose in his Sea of Consciousness. In a patch of red light, the stinging pain immediately disappeared. A look of mockery appeared on Qi Jinghong's face.
"Hmph, a soul art attack. As expected of an evil and unorthodox path!"
He had chosen Li Yan, not just because Li Yan had ruined his good deed earlier.
The cultivation methods of the Malevolent Spirit Sect cultivators were basically all on the path of yin and evil, while the "Fire Cloud Sect's" cultivation methods were of the pure yang and rigid system, which was the greatest counter to sects of the yin and evil type.
Qi Jinghong's brush attack just now was actually to test Li Yan's cultivation method attribute.
He had some understanding of Mo Qing's and Wei Zhongran's cultivation methods. Li Yuyin, needless to say, was most skilled in Gu arts. He was just not very familiar with the obscure Li Yan.
The news he had gotten before said that this person might be extremely skilled in using poison, but this was not surprising for a Malevolent Spirit Sect cultivator.
So, Qi Jinghong did not have much hope for that brush attack. He just wanted to see how Li Yan would counterattack.
The result was that Li Yan actually used a soul-type attack, which was a method that soul cultivators were most skilled at.
However, some evil cultivators could also cultivate similar methods through other means, but the cultivation process was more vicious, often requiring the blood sacrifice of others' three huns and seven pos, violating the way of reincarnation.
In Qi Jinghong's view, Li Yan belonged to the latter.
As Qi Jinghong circulated his pure yang qi, several wisps of black smoke rose from the top of his head and dissipated. Li Yan's expression in the distance froze. He had not expected his attack to be so easily neutralized by the other party.
Although Qi Jinghong's expression was disdainful, as a Nascent Soul cultivator, he would not be careless because of this. He felt that although Li Yan's soul attack had been broken, its power was quite great.
However, since he had not been in the Nascent Soul realm for long, his immortal art had not yet been completely cultivated, which gave him a feeling of being somewhat unfamiliar.
This was indeed the case. In the past nine years, Li Yan's natal magical treasure had been damaged, but he had still studied the "Soul-Tugging Execution" and gained some insights into soul attacks.
In addition, he had once stayed in the underground secret grotto of the "Hellsoul Clan" for more than ten years, and had been struck by lightning for so long. He had a good understanding of the attack methods of soul cultivators, but he just didn't know the specific spell-casting manual.
Combining the two, without his natal magical treasure, he had actually figured out some of the attack methods of soul cultivators. This was much more brilliant than his crude forced use of soul attacks in the past.
Li Yan's hands once again formed a series of hand seals. One after another, ripples invisible to the naked eye spread out from in front of him. Qi Jinghong's crimson long brush in the distance suddenly hung in the air. He pointed at it with his finger like a sword.
The crimson long brush suddenly stood upright with its tip pointing upwards. Then, the tip of the brush bloomed like a lotus flower.
At the same time, the entire body of the brush also expanded rapidly, instantly growing into a crimson great cauldron seven zhang wide and fifteen zhang high.
Waves of dense heat from the great cauldron swept through the heavens and the earth, causing the space between Li Yan and Qi Jinghong to instantly become distorted. Even though the two were more than five hundred zhang apart, Li Yan could feel his skin sting from the scorching heat.
And in this high temperature, in a place that was originally empty, one after another, threads of black or gray suddenly appeared, like one after another, madly dancing demonic ghosts, pouncing and wrapping around Qi Jinghong's body.
These black and gray lines were instantly swept up by the heat wave from the crimson great cauldron. The snake-like heads of the lines, which were originally silently winding towards Qi Jinghong, immediately slowed down.
Then, the threads began to curl from both ends towards the middle, and in a flash, they shrank into balls like burnt hairs, and then rose in wisps of green smoke in the high temperature!