ebookland Chapter 124 Crickets Fighting in the Bowl
Chapter 124 Crickets Fighting in the Bowl
What scares me the most is that this person is a cultivator who has just broken through to the Divine Transformation realm more than ten years ago, yet he is so terrifying.
The three late Nascent Soul cultivators of Xuantian Kingdom looked at each other and found their previous thoughts ridiculous.
The three of them thought that as long as they joined forces, they could still resist and restrain the Divine Transformation cultivator. The strange thing was that none of them had ever come into contact with a Divine Transformation cultivator.
I had only read in ancient records that a cultivator who had reached the state of Divine Transformation could mobilize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but I had never imagined it would be so terrifying.
Xuan Lingyin took a look at the situation, shook her head, and said in a voice transmission, "Brother Tianmu, it seems that we are doomed today. The plan has been scrapped before it even started. It seems that we can only pray for Lin'er."
Leng Hunming also transmitted his voice, "Only after coming into contact with the Divine Transformation did I understand the truth behind the saying that those below the Divine Transformation are like dust. I thought she would be very strong, but I didn't expect her to be this strong. Although Fairy Lin'er is very talented, is the Divine Transformation really that easy?"
Master Tianmu just looked up at the sky above and did not join in the speech.
Above the sky, a black and red figure was holding a woman with a devilish figure in his arms. His right hand was constantly moving, but his eyes were always fixed on a golden bowl in his left hand.
There was a picture flashing in the golden bowl, and the picture was the battlefield below.
This man and woman were Lieyang and his female slave in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul stage.
Lieyang was looking at the picture in the bowl at this moment, laughing strangely from time to time, which made the woman in his arms giggle.
The woman looked at the scene in the bowl and couldn't help thinking, "It's just a battle between ants at the Jindan stage and those below the Jindan stage. What's so funny about that?"
There was a constant smile on her face, and she kept smiling coquettishly at all times, and her hands never stopped moving.
Lieyang glanced at the woman and guessed what she was thinking as if he had the ability to read her mind.
Explained, "I find it boring, haha, don't you think the countless monks below are just like the crickets in my bowl?"
As he spoke, he became more and more excited, and laughed, "Hehehe, you can order me around as you please. I... am like the owner of the crickets. I can send out crickets of different strengths at will."
After hearing this, the charming woman in his arms was stunned and thought to herself, "Isn't this referring to me? I am just a plaything of his. When he doesn't need me or gets tired of me, he can just throw me away at will."
But what can I do? The weak must rely on the strong, otherwise this cannibalistic world can eliminate you at any time.
She was taken aback, but Lieyang asked, "Huh? What's wrong with you? Why did you stop moving? Move!"
After hearing Lieyang's questions and orders, he hurriedly moved again.
She complimented with a charming smile, "Master, don't blame me. I am just feeling your power."
His words caused Lieyang to laugh out loud.
He glanced at the situation in the golden bowl and laughed, "Please wait a moment, beauty. I'll add some fuel to the fire first. When it's over, I'll come back to see what's going on."
As he spoke, he moved his mouth a few times, then put down the golden bowl and began his own actions.
The Qingchi Plain has now become a battlefield where countless monks fight. The battlefield is unprecedentedly huge and stretches endlessly. Countless monks have been killed, defeated, and fallen from the sky.
If they fell and were not killed, they would be killed by the Qi-refining monks on the ground. Countless battle formations were formed in the front.
On the ground, countless Qi-refining monks were fighting to the death, with magical weapons and talismans flying around. Anyone who encountered an attacker would be cut into pieces or beheaded.
No matter how strong one is, if he doesn't have time to retreat, he will be killed by the enemy monks. Monks die every moment.
In the air, the foundation-building monks stepped on flying magic tools and continuously cast spells to attack the opponents. Those who were close would directly engage in close combat with swords and sabers, and various magic tools and spells appeared one after another.
Small magic arrays kept flashing in the air, and countless colorful magic weapons flew around in the air, harvesting monks anytime and anywhere.
Giant beasts crashed into each other in the air, continuously unleashing various spells. Those who were hit would die instantly if they were weak, but if they had life-saving treasures, they could still survive.
If the giant beast is killed, its body will fall and hit the ground, and it can kill several Qi-refining monks regardless of friend or foe.
The huge ships in the sky were constantly bombarding. If a cultivator was hit by them, he would die on the spot, and even the cultivators around him would suffer.
The giant boat was huge and became the main target of the opponent's high-level monks. The opponent's high-level monks cast a powerful spell, directly igniting the giant boat, which eventually fell to the ground and slid on the ground.
The giant boat in the sky would be bombarded from time to time by the casual attacks of the Jindan cultivators. If it hit the vital points, it would be shattered, or even worse, it would be directly broken.
At the top, Jindan cultivators were fighting non-stop, releasing their own magic weapons.
There were constant rumbling sounds and spiritual explosions. No other cultivators would appear around the battlefield of the Jindan cultivators. After all, when the cultivators reached this level, everyone would just hide to avoid being affected by their magic power.
They avoided it, but the battle between Jindan cultivators would not be so simple. The aftermath of spiritual power that erupted from time to time would affect low-level cultivators in the distance.
Moreover, each Jindan cultivator is extremely fast. If they are defeated and have to escape, they will suddenly fly into the battlefield of low-level cultivators.
Facing a casual attack from a Jindan cultivator, a foundation-building Qi-refining cultivator would die on the spot.
Not long after the battle began, over a thousand monks had died, but the number of those killed in the battle was still less than the number killed by Lie Yang at the beginning.
Moreover, for all the people present in Qingchi Plain, the deaths were only a small number. After all, the monks on both sides added up to hundreds of thousands.
The war will never stop, and people will die at every moment. The world of cultivating immortals is so cruel.
On the side of the Yin-Yang Divine Sect, Chen Wenren's expression suddenly changed. After thinking for a while, he issued an order.
He shouted, "The ancestor has ordered that, in addition to the great cultivators, the rest of the Nascent Soul cultivators must also enter!"
Upon hearing this order, the cultivators in the early Nascent Soul stage were all stunned. They didn't expect that they would enter the battlefield so quickly after the war had just begun.
But the order of the ancestor must not be disobeyed. Everyone was glad that the great cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage did not perish. After all, the great cultivator could easily kill them, the early Nascent Soul cultivators.
Although I have my own great monk, accidents are inevitable, and I don't want to die in an accident.
The cultivators in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul didn't have so many concerns. They teleported away from the spot one by one. Seeing this, the cultivators in the early stage of the Nascent Soul followed suit.
When he appeared again, he was already shouting and cursing at each other from high in the sky.
"A mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator from Xuantian Country came out to practice with you. Let's try out your grandfather's skills."
The shouting and cursing has begun.
When Tianmu Zhenren saw this scene, he looked at his own people helplessly.
He shouted, "Fight!"