d in a jade box. Lu Xia Tian couldn't see anything special about it. If he had dropped it on the ground, Lu Xia Tian would have definitely ignored it as an ordinary stone. However, since this skeletal...Both sides clashed like two surging rivers, attacking each other's vital points. The battle was fierce and swift, with hundreds of Corpse Refiners dominating the battlefield. After annihilating the hundred or so monk soldiers, there were still over two hundred Corpse Refiners remaining, a terrifying force to behold.
“Let those people be. Things have come to this, there is no other way.” Changyun sighed.
“Doing one's best and accepting fate, I have faced three enemies in the world of cultivating immortals, battling for two hundred years, and still persisting to this day is no easy feat, alas.”
Chen He Nian's brothers also darkened their faces. These two hundred plus Corpse Cultivators were enough to break through the already shaky front lines of the望月 Cultivation World. Even using that trump card, they could only delay it slightly. Once the ground-based cultivator army collapsed, even if the Heaven ships won, the situation would be gone.
With these Nascent Soul cultivators around, the lineage of the Wangyue Cultivation Realm will certainly not be broken. However, the younger generation of cultivators has suffered such a heavy blow that it will inevitably lead to a shortage of talent in the future. When this group of old-timers eventually reach the end of their lives, the once mighty Wangyue, which held the title of the first cultivation realm on Qingyu Continent, will cease to exist. It might even become a small force inferior to even a star constellation, struggling for survival in the desolate borderlands.
"This is a small matter. After the event, we can go to search for the Southern Desolation or the gloom of the Starry Sky Immortal Cultivation World. It's impossible that they would truly drive us to a dead end." Kuan Feng Dao Xiao Tian Nan's face was grim.
All the nascent soul cultivators have finished making arrangements. At this time, the cultivators of the Moon Viewing Immortal Realm are still making their final efforts for the battle.
Thirty-two cultivators from later stages of the Jindan realm, comprising members of the Gujian Sect, Lingxiao Palace, Yuanshang Palace and other influential sects, chased after the wind and moon with their formation flags in hand. Four formed a team. Most of these cultivators were over five hundred years old, hopeless for ascension to the Nascent Soul stage. They had studied formations for decades, hoping to create some turning point for the cultivation world of Wangyue at this crucial moment. Looking at the over two hundred rampaging corpses below, each face wore a hint of desperation.
More than two hundred zombies could not be stopped, the fragile frontline of the cultivation world facing the moon was about to collapse!
"Charge!" At the forefront was Yuan Ganglie, the deputy sect master of the Gujian Sect.
He roared, his hand-held array flag suddenly expanding, piercing the void. Other cultivators from various sects each released their own array flags, the flags' sounds resonating one after another. The wind and thunder rumbled.
“Gathering storms from all directions, sweeping away demons! Fellow cultivators of the Dao, let us join forces to eradicate evil and protect righteousness!”
Yuan Gang roared, his voice like thunder. He moved swiftly, and a powerful force of pure energy shot into the array flag. The flags stood in a row.
A bolt of lightning struck from the sky.
"Eight Directions Wind and Thunder Array to Battle Demons!" The cultivators of Lingxiao Palace, such as Chi Chanzi, Huo Yueming, Feng Jingshan from Yuangingong, and numerous disciples from the Wan Shou Sect roared. A set of battle flags was unfurled, summoning the winds and thunder from all directions. Under a clear sky, it suddenly became dark as night, with the heavens changing color and thunderclouds pressing down like a city under siege.
The banners communicated with heaven and earth, and bolts of wind and thunder struck the group of zombies.
A horde of zombies, with their terrifying howls, were constantly being blown to ashes by the thunder and lightning.
There were also a large number of corpses spitting out Corpse Pills, countering the power of this great formation. However, thunder spells were naturally repellent to evil spirits, so these corpses were extremely miserable under this formation.
The Eight Directions Wind-Thunder Destroying Demon Array was imposing, but none of the cultivators from the Moon Viewing Immortal Cultivation Realm were happy. With every bolt of wind and thunder that descended, the thirty-two Golden Core late stage cultivators who orchestrated the formation grew paler, their rosy complexion fading with each strike. After wave after wave of wind and thunder, these individuals' faces had taken on a sickly pallor.
"Master Huo, Master Chi." The cultivators from Lingxiao Palace, Zhu Ling and Leng Qiao Yu, each cleaved through their enemies with a sword. Watching the receding life force of Chi Zenzi, his white hair flying and his form growing thinner, Huo Yuming and the others watched with tears in their eyes.
These nascent soul cultivators, even when they were still at the Qi Refining stage, were already pillars of the sect. Now, they have to risk their lives to activate the formation.
Faced with the overwhelming assault of the valiant War Moon Alliance, knowing it was a lost cause yet fighting bravely to the end, what a tragic and heroic sight.
Yo yo... The ghost ship of the corpse, with rising death qi, giant Corpse Vulture figures soar into the sky, blotting out the moon. A dark and menacing mass, terrifyingly potent Corpse Pills smash towards the battle flag.
The cultivators of the Zhan Yue League cheered, while the cultivators of the Wangyue Cultivation World's morale plummeted to its lowest point.
“The tide has turned!” Seeing these over two hundred demonic birds suddenly charging out, even Changyun and the other nascent soul cultivators slumped back in defeat. Although the various sects still had some reserves, throwing another two hundred golden core zombies into the battlefield was like pouring water on a fire.
In the Xianxia realm beneath the moonlit sky, morale was at an all-time low. Even the formidable Eight Directions Tempest and Thunder Array, capable of dispelling demons, was on the verge of collapse under the relentless onslaught of tenfold refined corpses and monstrous avian creatures. The thirty-two Jindan Stage cultivators, renowned for their mastery of magic, were rapidly losing their vitality before our very eyes.
Just then, the sound of flapping sails came rolling in, and dozens of beams of light struck the carrion birds, causing them to shriek incessantly.
Four intact skyfaring warships were visible, led by a Feiyan warship, cutting through the wind and clouds like a majestic dragon. With their massive hulls lined up in a single file, they glided across the battlefield.
The beams of light shot out by the Spirit Cannon were dazzling.
Lu Xia Tian stood with his hands behind his back at the bow of the ship, his robes fluttering in the wind. His expression was cold and aloof. Perhaps because Chen He Yu and the others had already given up hope, they hadn't urged him any further. It wasn't until he arrived that he realized just how dire the situation had become.
Lu Xia Tian stood still at the bow of the ship, overlooking the battlefield. Seeing the cultivators from various sects who were orchestrating the Eight Directions Wind and Thunder Array to subdue demons, even someone as calm as him couldn't help but be moved. Although there had been instances of unscrupulous behavior, rivalry, and mutual slaughter among cultivators from different schools in the past, at this moment of crisis, these senior Jindan cultivators demonstrated such unity and willingness to sacrifice themselves.
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To sacrifice oneself for the way, is nothing else but this.
More than two hundred carrion vultures, looking quite a lot, but five warships lined up in a row, fifty-two spirit cannons firing at once, could kill off quite a few. If those scattered corpses were harder to deal with, after all, some were scattered, but these carrion vultures had just come out and hadn't fully spread their wings yet. They were suddenly attacked by Lu Xia Tian leading five warships.
After a volley of spirit cannons was fired, a second volley followed swiftly. Even though these carrion birds included powerful ninth-level corpse monsters, in their haste, not only were many not directly blasted apart by the cannons, but they also suffered wing damage and plummeted from the sky while circling chaotically. The thirty-two cultivators who had formed the battle array instantly felt the pressure lessen.
"It was a warship from my Lingxiao Palace that arrived." Many cultivators of the Lingxiao Palace, seeing the flag displayed by the warship, suddenly let out a wave of cheers.
Five warships all flew the flag of Lingxiao Palace. Although in everyone's eyes, this was impossible. Neither the major sects of the Zhan Yue Alliance nor the most powerful forces in the望月 Cultivation World, such as the ancient Jianzong, Qingdan Palace, possessed such a formation. Even Qingdan Palace, renowned for its wealth and known for its mastery of alchemy, after several battles and replenishments, only had two flying warships and two Feiyan warships.
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