Chapter 818: Battle between Two Domains

Because it is located on the border of the Western Region, Fenglingque has a hot climate. The next morning, the blazing sun penetrated through the clouds, making the earth emit a hazy breath.

This border town is not big, but when the sun just rose, people gradually appeared, and soon it was dark, and then they seemed to have a tacit understanding and rushed out of the city, some stepped on flying swords, some rode spirit beasts, and the magic weapons flowed up into the sky, rushing to a certain place.

A solemn and solemn atmosphere spread.

Everyone knew that today's battle was a moment of life and death. Some had a pure heart to protect the sect, and some had the blood to protect their loved ones. All sects, whether foundation building, magic power, or Dan formation, all levels of cultivators came out.

In the past, there were more or less frictions and infighting between these sects, and the top leaders also had other thoughts, but at this moment they were unusually united and united against the outside world.

At the front, Gu Xuan, Huang Ying, Fentian Patriarch, Xuqiong Elder and other late Jindan cultivators flew in the air, with a fierce and majestic aura.

Ye Chunyang was hanging behind the crowd, following them slowly.

He looked around and found that there were also flashes of light a few miles away, and a strong aura was approaching quickly. It was obviously the cultivators of the Yan and Man tribes.

Soon, the cultivators of both sides stood on an open plain. The mighty figures stood opposite each other, holding various spiritual treasures and magic tools in their hands, looking at each other with cold eyes. The number of people was probably tens of thousands.

Most of the cultivators of the Yan and Man tribes wore animal skins, and both men and women had pigtails. They all had fierce auras and were neatly arranged there, obviously well-trained.

In contrast, the cultivators of Dongzhou were much more casual, and the teams formed temporarily by various sects seemed to be a little scattered and could not be as rigorous as the other side.

The monks from both sides arrived at the scene together, and there was a commotion, hostility towards each other, and the momentum continued to rise.

Ye Chunyang looked up and saw two familiar figures opposite him, who were the two great elders of the barbarian tribe, Mu Xuan and Wen Shu. As he was examining them, the other party seemed to be looking at him, with a cold look in their eyes.

However, the two seemed to be concerned about something, and they only glanced at him and then looked away, turning their eyes to Gu Xuan and others, revealing a bit of a grim smile.

"Hehe, you Dongzhou factions are really brave to fight, it seems that you are planning to fight to the death with our two tribes today, but looking at your temporary team, I am really worried about you. How about this, you take the initiative to give up the Dongzhou territory and hand over your respective mountain gates, and we can consider avoiding this battle, otherwise you may suffer heavy losses."

Mu Xuan and the blue-robed man with the surname Baili from the Yan tribe stood side by side, looking at the people from various factions with playful eyes.

At this time, Ye Chunyang noticed that there were some unfamiliar faces with obscure and powerful auras beside the two people. They were six old men who seemed lazy, but gave people a chill that penetrated the marrow.

"These people should be the elders of the previous generation of the Yan and Man tribes." Ye Chunyang looked at these old men and muttered to himself.

He also learned a lot about the strength of the Yan and Man tribes in the past few days. He knew that these hidden old monsters had practiced for hundreds of years in the late stage of Jindan, and their magical powers had already reached an unimaginable level. They were the main figures of the two tribes.

"The scoundrels of the foreign race dared to speak wildly and get involved in my Dongzhou continent. It's just wishful thinking. It's inevitable that they will be damaged in the war. But if you two tribes are defeated, don't say you will retreat to the Western Regions and Tianfeng Grassland. This is where you will be buried." Gu Xuan glanced at the other party and sneered faintly.

The faces of several elders of the Yan and Man tribes sank.

"You are asking for your own death, so don't blame us for not giving you a chance." Mu Xuan lowered his eyebrows and laughed softly.

The blue-robed man with the surname Baili gradually became gloomy, staring at the Dongzhou cultivators with cold eyes.

"I heard that Gu Xuan, the head of the sect, is very good at Taoism and is known as the number one cultivator in Dongzhou. I have long wanted to learn from him. I wonder if you are willing to teach me a thing or two?"

The two sides were silent for a while, and suddenly a white light flew out from the camp of the Yan and Man tribes. An old man with a withered face and wearing a python robe appeared in the air. He was the Mo elder, one of the three elders of the previous generation of the Barbarian tribe.

"Are you Mo Kui?" Gu Xuan raised his eyebrows, as if he recognized this person.

"Hey, fellow Taoist Gu Xuan actually remembered me, it's really rare." The withered old man laughed strangely and said with some surprise.

Gu Xuan sneered and did not answer.

He moved out without saying a word, a flash of light appeared in his sleeves, and several spells were cast quickly, marking a clearing around him.

"Gu has heard of Daoist Fellow Mo's magical powers for a long time. Since you are interested in this, I will accompany you to the end. Please!" As soon as the words fell, Gu Xuan took the lead and fell into the clearing.

The old man named Mo Kui grinned and also turned into a flash of light and shot away.

As soon as the two landed, the surroundings immediately flew up and turned into a yellow dust fog that enveloped them. Then, it strangely stopped moving, and outsiders could not see the scene.

The cultivators of various sects looked at this, and their expressions changed slightly, but no one said anything. Huang Ying and Old Man Xuqiong and other masters in the late Jindan stage looked back at the Yan and Man tribes after their eyes flashed a few times.

Ye Chunyang looked at the battle circle for a few times, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

However, after thinking for a few times, he no longer paid attention to it. Although he did not like Gu Xuan, it was true that this man's cultivation was at the top of Dongzhou, so it would be just right to let him deal with the previous generation of elders of the barbarians.

At this time, several rays of rainbow light escaped, and a round of dazzling sword light and bursts of green rainbows like spiritual snakes emitted in the sky. Ancestor Fentian and Old Man Xuqiong stepped out together.

"This ancestor has heard that the Yan tribe has many magic weapons and spiritual weapons, and is somewhat interested in this. I wonder who among the nobles will give me advice?" Ancestor Fentian looked past the barbarians with an expressionless face, and the target was actually among the Yan tribe.

"It turns out that I am fellow Taoist Burning Tian from the Burning Sky Sword Sect. I have long heard that your sect Yu Xianjian is an excellent martial art. It happens that my subordinate Yu Feijian is also involved in it. This time I asked fellow Taoist for advice. I hope that fellow Taoist can give me some advice. yes!"

A sinister chuckle rang out among the Yan clan. A square-faced old man opened and closed his hands, spitting out a two-foot-long snake-shaped monster sword. He flashed and came to the opposite side of the Fentian Patriarch.

Ancestor Fentian looked at this person and without saying a word, he immediately flicked his fingers and drew a battle circle like Gu Xuan and Mo Kui, and the two of them disappeared together.

Not long after, there was a faint roar from the two battle circles, but it seemed to be the effect of the barrier, and any aftermath did not spread out.

At the same time, a loud laugh sounded in the air, and another elder from the barbarian tribe used the escape light to flash in front of the old man Xuxiong. It was the elder named Ling.

The two looked at each other, their eyes piercing, but they also made a circle and exchanged hands without any nonsense.

Immediately, monks from both sides moved out one after another, and the Lingyin couple and the beautiful woman from Fuling Island also escaped one after another. As soon as the two came onto the stage, corresponding monks in the late stage of forming pills came out to fight on the opposite side.

Ye Chunyang stood still and was not in a hurry to come forward.

He glanced to the side with his peripheral vision and found that Huang Ying of Lingyun Sect and Ao Qingyun were also standing on the same spot without any movement. The expressions of the two of them were a little strange, and he didn't know if they had other plans.

At this moment, the great elder of the Yan tribe, whose surname was Baili, flashed with aura, and he flashed to the sky above the plain. He looked directly at the emperor's figure and said with a chuckle: "Lingyun Sect is a thousand-year-old sect in Dongzhou. I want to know the background. It’s extraordinary. Why don’t you, Emperor Ying Sect Master, let me open your eyes to see what’s so extraordinary about your sect’s technique?”

Huang Ying raised his eyebrows, glanced at the blue-robed man with a sneer, and flew out without a word, saying: "This sect is also somewhat interested in the secret arts of Tianfeng Prairie, and this time I will learn about your magical powers. !”

With the appearance of the two men, more than half of the top leaders of both sides have been mobilized, and the remaining people have also chosen targets. In addition to the late-stage pill-forming monks who are engaged in a life-and-death battle, other disciples also fight with the two Yanman tribes. For a time, this huge plain Dust and smoke were everywhere, and the sky was full of light, causing a bloody storm.

The battle was extremely fierce.

Ye Chunyang looked around the battle circles with his eyebrows deeply furrowed.

At this time, apart from him, only Ao Qingyun and two decent elders were left on the Dongzhou side, while there were also four people from the Yanman tribe who had not yet gone to battle, including Mu Xuan and Wen Shu.

But at this time, Ye Chunyang saw that the other party seemed to be whispering something, and then Mu Xuan and Wen Shu's eyes were faintly locked on him.

Ye Chunyang raised his eyebrows slightly. Because the other party had used a secret sound-proofing technique, he didn't detect anything. He only felt that there was an old man holding a wooden stick next to them looking at him a little unkindly.

"Is that boy the one who killed Yiyue and Old Man Taotie?" The old man holding the wooden stick was the elder named Gui. His eyes glanced at Ye Chunyang from time to time, with a cold look on his face.

"It is this person who has the Holy Pattern Cauldron in his hands." Mu Xuan nodded gloomily.

"Hehe, I thought he was some powerful person, but it turned out that he was really just a boy in the middle stage of pill formation. But that's good, it will be easier to clean up." The old man surnamed Gui chuckled, with a lot of disdain in his heart.

"Elder Gui must not underestimate the enemy. This person was able to escape from the Western Region safely in the early stages of pill formation. Later, even Yi Yue died in his hands. This shows that his methods are amazing. Elder Gui is better to be more cautious." Mu Xuan He frowned and said quietly.

"Hmph! No matter how many tricks that kid has, I haven't noticed it yet. I will make him taste life worse than death when he ends up. In addition, I will also take back the Holy Cauldron of my clan. You Could it be that I suspect that I can’t even deal with a mid-stage pill-forming monk?”

The old man surnamed Gui curled his lips and laughed sarcastically.

Mu Xuan's face darkened slightly, but after hearing what the old man surnamed Gui said, he nodded and remained silent.

Although Ye Chunyang's background was difficult for him to see through, Elder Gui was a person who had practiced for hundreds of years in the late stage of pill formation, so he would naturally have no problem dealing with a mere mid-stage monk.

After speaking, the old man surnamed Gui flashed and turned into a gray light and rushed into the air. He rushed towards Ye Chunyang with a fierce momentum.

"Young man named Ye, get out of here, I'm going to take your life today!"