Chapter 511: Calling Friends (1)
The Cangling Plain is extremely vast, but the Miro Cult has established many secret bases here and set up many void teleportation arrays.
He rushed back and forth among various secret strongholds, made twenty-seven consecutive void shifts, crossed the Cangling Plain, entered the direct territory of the Miro Religion, and rode on an ultra-long-distance void shift array. With just one shift, he arrived at Huayu City.
The total time taken was no more than seven hours.
Qiuxue River was originally three thousand miles away from Huayu City. When Lu Yi arrived, the river water had already approached the east gate of Huayu City. Countless water creatures wearing strange armor and carrying various weapons raised turbid waves and pushed the water, "clattering" and washing Huayu City, which had already set up a city defense formation.
In Huayu City, there was a fury of rage. Countless monks of the Miro Sect, members of the seven major families, and monks from vassal families who had come from various cities surrounding Huayu City in compliance with the Miro Sect's orders, lined up on the city walls and in the air, gritting their teeth as they stared at the clamorous and provocative water tribe in front of them.
In the boundless aquatic formation, hundreds of pillars made of cold iron stood in the white waves. Song Shibian, who was covered in blood, the heads of the seven major families, and a group of elders were tied to the pillars and unconscious, with their heads drooping and blood constantly flowing out of their seven orifices.
The worst-off was Jiang Baoyu from the Jiang family among the seven major families.
No one knew what grudge Li Baihe had against him. Jiang Baoyu was stuffed with several life-saving and spirit-boosting pills. His face was flushed and he was in high spirits. He was then hung on an iron pillar and tortured.
A few lashes of whip, a few hits of stick, a few scratches of knife, and then all kinds of spells that were not very lethal but could bring great pain were cast at the sensitive parts of the body.
Jiang Baoyu was also a spoiled dandy. How could he have ever been abused like this?
He yelled and cursed at the top of his lungs, cursing at Li Baihe's father and mother, and all the way to his ancestors more than thirty-six generations ago. God knows where Jiang Baoyu got the genealogy of Li Baihe's family from. Jiang Baoyu cursed every ancestor of Li Baihe, both male and female, clearly, without making any mistakes in their names.
An angry roar sounded from Huayu City, and several members of the Jiang clan rushed out of the city. Lightning flashed where they waved their hands, and bolts of lightning covered the sky and the earth and blasted towards the water creatures outside the city.
In the water outside the city, dragons rose into the sky, and white waves surged, swallowing up the lightning in an instant, and several Jiang clan members also screamed and were swept away by the white waves. Not long after, several cold iron pillars were erected in the depths of the formation, and several Jiang clan members who rushed out of the city were also tied to the pillars.
A thunder roared, and the sky was filled with wind and clouds. A layer of warm light illuminated the sky, and inspiration surged between heaven and earth, and the Dao rhythm flourished. Strands of green raindrops fell from the sky, instantly covering the sky within a radius of nearly ten thousand miles.
Raindrops fell, and Huayu City, as well as the vast mountains and rivers to the west of Huayu City, were washed clean by the raindrops, and the air was full of vitality and agility, refreshing the heart. Flowers bloomed in the mountains and forests, and the flowers, plants and trees suddenly grew a lot taller.
To the east of Huayu City, in the vast waves, countless aquatic creatures howled in unison when they encountered the green rain. The bodies of turtles, crabs, fish, shrimps, etc. instantly melted into pools of blood, dyeing the waves red for thousands of miles in radius.
"Song Wufa, you're too cruel." A sneer came from the water waves in the distance. A black dragon slowly raised its head from the water waves. An old man with a long beard stood on top of the black dragon and pointed in this direction.
“I have always been ruthless in my actions. Don’t you know that? ” Song Wufa, the supreme elder of the Miro Sect, descended from the sky sitting cross-legged on a ball of green cloud. He looked to be only in his early thirties, but his whole body was filled with magical powers that transformed into circles of majestic air waves visible to the naked eye, which continued to spread in all directions.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz." The void vibrated, making a dull roar.
Song Wufa did not bluff on purpose. It was just a natural leakage of his magic power that caused a terrifying void vision. Large waves outside Huayu City rolled and retreated to the east. The long-bearded old man on the black dragon's head, Li Guiliu, the supreme elder of the Water God Palace, swayed and almost fell down due to the fluctuation of Song Wufa's magic power.
In terms of sect background, the Water God Palace is still far inferior to the Miro Sect.
Song Wufa is a terrifying existence in the Miro Sect whose cultivation is enough to rank among the top three. Li Guiliu, as the ancestor of the Li family in Longxu City, is ranked outside the top ten in the Water God Palace.
The difference in strength between the two...the gap is quite big!
The water receded, and deep in the water tribe's formation, next to hundreds of cold iron pillars, black and blue mines the size of a human head slowly rose up, densely surrounding the unconscious Song Shibian and others.
Song Wufa's expression suddenly changed.
These mines in front of us were made by powerful monks of the Water God Palace, who dived into the deepest parts of the ocean tens of thousands of miles deep and used the terrifying water pressure to extract a trace of the essence of innate Guishui, and integrated it with some extremely precious acquired Xuanyin materials. It took them endless effort to refine the 'Innate Qi Xuanyin Dissolving Soul Thunder'.
Because it carried a trace of innate Guishui Qi, this Soul-Eroding Thunder corroded everything silently. In the vast Yuanling Heaven, except for a few extremely powerful innate spiritual treasures, there was actually no defensive magic weapon that could withstand the erosion of this Soul-Eroding Thunder.
A soul-eroding thunder exploded, but the affected area was not large, only covering an area of several dozen feet in radius.
However, once a cultivator is hit by this soul-corroding thunder, his bones will melt, his essence and blood will dissipate, and his soul will disintegrate and shatter, resulting in a miserable death.
Even a powerful being who has reached the half-step heavenly realm, if he does not have the right innate spiritual treasure to resist, can only withstand the destructive power of the soul-corroding thunder... If his bones are strong enough, his blood essence is abundant enough, and his soul is powerful enough, he will be hit by the thunder and suffer some injuries, but he can still survive!
If any one of the three aspects, namely, root bones, essence and blood, and soul, is weak, a single strike of thunder will kill even a powerful being who has reached the half-step heavenly realm on the spot!
This is the Water God Palace's most advanced method of defeating the enemy, which is even more disgusting than the countless aquatic creatures they raise.
Fortunately, there are only a few powerful people in the Water God Palace who can dive into the deep water of tens of thousands of miles, and there are only two or three powerful people who can condense this vicious divine thunder. Their efficiency in condensing divine thunder is not high. Therefore, although this soul-eroding thunder is vicious, the Water God Palace rarely uses it to fight the enemy!
If the Water God Palace's efficiency in refining the Soul-Eroding Thunder was a little higher, and each disciple was equipped with one Soul-Eroding Thunder as standard, the Water God Palace's overall ranking in Yuanlingtian would at least be able to break into the top ten!
Song Wufa's cultivation was extremely strong, and he could be called "boundless magic power". Seeing the thunder that could corrode his soul, he was a little scared... This thunder naturally could not kill Song Wufa, but if he was hit by a few of them, it would at least cause great damage to his vitality.
And these soul-eroding thunders now densely surrounded Song Shibian and other captured disciples of the Miro Sect... Song Wu was unable to purse his lips, staring at Li Guiliu with a gloomy face.
"Just for a secret house, is it that necessary?" Song Wufa was very curious about what kind of tricks his 'master' had arranged in Qiuxue River to cause these old guys in the Water God Palace to adopt such a tough attitude?
You know, the Miro Sect and the Water God Palace are located at the border, and there have been many frictions among the disciples in the past, especially some disciples of the Miro Sect who are arrogant and would inevitably break into the territory of the Water God Palace when they were walking outside. If they were not careful, they would "subdue demons" and kill a large number of aquatic creatures raised by the Water God Palace.
In the past, when encountering such frictions, the Miro Cult would be a little more protective, and the Water God Palace would keep quiet and not pursue the matter.
After all, the overall strength of the Water God Palace cannot be compared with that of the Miro Sect. If the two sides really fight, the Water God Palace will definitely suffer a great loss and be in bad luck.
But this time, what exactly was arranged in the secret palace?
Song Wufa was very curious, so curious that his heart was itching.
After hearing what Song Wufa said, Li Guiliu sneered, "Of course it's worth it... This secret house belongs to my Water God Palace. There is no room for negotiation on this matter. Song Wufa, if you, the Miro Sect, retreat 10,000 miles and promise not to compete with my Water God Palace for this secret house, your people can go back alive."
Shaking his head, Li Guiliu said softly, "If not, the moon will be waning and it will be hard to be full. Don't blame me, the Water God Palace... for not giving you the Miro Sect this favor."
On the cold iron pillar, Song Shibian slowly raised his head and said in a hoarse voice: "Old Ancestor, the Water God Palace is too shameless, using their numbers to bully the few... They, they... killed countless of our disciples! More than ten thousand members of the seven great families in Huayu City were killed... With such a blood feud, we must never give in!"
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Song Shibian said sternly: "That secret house is the ancient water..."
With a muffled sound, Li Guiliu waved his left hand, and a stream of water flew up from the waves, turning into a water whip, which hit Song Shibian's head hard. Song Shibian's cervical vertebrae made a terrifying twisting sound, and his head tilted, and he was beaten unconscious. The skin and flesh on his head cracked, and blood continued to flow out.
Song Wufa's expression became more and more gloomy.
"Ancient water? What water?" Song Wubu narrowed his eyes, and the green light in his eyes shot out dozens of miles away. Green clouds rolled in the void, and clear air flowed. The terrifying pressure of magic power forced Li Guiliu and the black dragon under his feet to retreat continuously.
"Ancient...Ancient...Hmm, my Yuanlingtian Ancient has something...related to water?"
"The Holy Mother of Ancient Water Spirit and Golden Treasure?"
"Ancient Water God Bai Yi Zhenjun?"
"The Great Sage of the Four Seas, the Ancient Water Demon?"
Song couldn't help but talk about the famous figures recorded in the scriptures of his Miro religion, one after another, who had become myths and legends in Yuanlingtian.
Li Guiliu looked at Song Wufa coldly without saying a word.
Behind him, mist surged, and seven supreme elders of the Water God Palace, whose auras were more powerful than his, quietly walked out of the thick mist.
There was a loud 'splash' sound of water.
The Qiuxue River was surging with turbid waves. The waves, which had been forced to retreat three thousand miles by Song Wufa's immense magical power, were now rushing towards Huayu City one zhang at a time.
Song Wufa's robe suddenly fluttered, his body swayed, and Qingyun under his seat was forced to retreat hundreds of miles.
"No one will stop you from bullying my Miro Sect?" Song Wufa had just been forced back by the eight people from Li Guiliu. Strange lights lingered in the void, and terrifying fluctuations of magic power swept across the sky and earth. Eighteen supreme elders of the Miro Sect fell rapidly from the sky in an extremely arrogant and unreasonable manner. The mighty fluctuations of magic power turned into huge rivers, and crashed head-on into Li Guiliu and his group.
