The spiritual energy storm is pressing towards the front battlefield at an increasingly larger scale.
This is a process from weak to strong, and finally to sweeping across the entire western territory of Zhongling.
By then, no place affected by the spiritual sea tide will be safe.
The speed at which the spiritual energy storm swept was unimaginable, and the power at the peak was extremely terrifying. And wherever it passed, there were countless remnants of violent spiritual energy.
The remaining spiritual energy on these paths was so violent that it even caused cracks in space to appear.
It would be difficult to recover from the negative impact caused by the Spirit Sea Tide without decades of time.
But at this moment, there was a ray of light that went upstream on this violent spiritual path, moving freely in the remnants of the raging storm, and leaving at an unimaginable speed along with the fierce and mighty spiritual sea tide.
The spiritual storm was showing signs of a flood, becoming more and more ferocious, becoming an irresistible celestial phenomenon, and its speed far surpassed anything in the world.
Just like no matter how fast an athlete is, he cannot outrun the mighty flood.
Logically speaking, in the face of such a celestial phenomenon, any cultivator's escape technique would pale in comparison.
But that escaping light just violated this common sense.
It was closing the distance between itself and the peak of the spiritual energy storm .
Wrestling with Tianwei.
The only middle spirit in the world today is Xie Qingyun.
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Xie Qingyun used all his strength to control the sword, his face expressionless, but there were waves of emotion in his heart.
Because along the way, he had seen the horrific damage caused by the spiritual storm.
Under the sweeping spiritual energy storm, cities had already been reduced to ruins and appeared .
What I saw along the way.
Blood and stone, ruins and broken walls, wreckage and broken wood.
This made Xie Qingyun feel more and more depressed.
Fortunately, the spiritual storm was moving from east to west.
Due to the invasion of the demons, the human race has been carrying out a large-scale evacuation for some time.
The cities close to the western front were the first to be evacuated.
Therefore, most of these cities destroyed by the spiritual energy storm have become empty cities at this time.
There were losses, but they were certainly not particularly large. At least the casualties among mortals would not exceed tens of millions.
If this spiritual storm was released before the Soul-Seizing War, the casualties among the human race would be in the hundreds of millions, which would be a tragedy that the human race could hardly bear.
However, the demons don't care about these.
Their target has never been those mortals who have no cultivation. Their only thought is to kill all the cultivators of the human race.
Once all the human cultivators die, no matter how many mortals are left, won’t they just be fish on the chopping board?
Therefore, Ling Haichao's plan from beginning to end was aimed at the human cultivators.
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Ti Tian Valley, in the small world.
Thirty-three Huanling Demon Cultivators gathered in a circle and made final preparations.
"The spiritual energy storm launched from Jianlong Cave will arrive in half a quarter of an hour, and then the storm peak will be gone." The leading big-handed demon cultivator affirmed.
"We must activate the formation of our world right before the storm arrives and release the spiritual energy within the world to keep the storm moving forward." Another Huanling Demon Cultivator took over.
"In that case, let's take our positions immediately and get ready." said the leading demon cultivator.
Then, the thirty-three Huanling Demon Cultivators dispersed in an orderly manner and took up positions at the formation points that had been arranged earlier.
The leading demon cultivator's spiritual awareness expanded rapidly, observing the situation outside...
After a moment, a dull voice spread throughout the small world, "The spiritual energy storm is coming, activate the formation!"
The spiritual storm caused by Jianlong Cave ravaged the vast land and arrived here at a speed that only a sword immortal could achieve.
Along the way, the violent spiritual storm triggered more spiritual riots in the world, reaping all life on the path.
According to the propagation speed of the spiritual storm, the peak of the spiritual storm will only stay here for less than three breaths, and then move forward a short distance before it runs out of strength and dissipates.
However, the Huanling monks in the Titian Valley world had already made preparations.
Following the order from the leading demon cultivator , a shocking roar erupted from the Titian Valley.
Following the sound, a huge black hole appeared.
At the moment when this black hole was born, the entire sky seemed to turn black.
Immediately, incomparably rich and violent spiritual energy gushed out from this black hole.
The spiritual energy storm, whose momentum had been weakened to almost nothing due to the collision, suddenly grew stronger again with the addition of this spiritual energy, and even became more violent than before.
The water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, flows into the sea and never returns.
The spiritual energy storm regained its momentum, and the peak continued to move forward, rushing towards the next point.
In the small world, the thirty-three Huanling Demon Cultivators couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief when they saw this scene. Then, they seemed to lose all their strength and their bodies suddenly collapsed.
The force required to pry open such rich spiritual energy is too great.
Even though they had the help of a large formation, this prying attack still almost drained them dry.
"There is still some mixed spiritual energy remaining in this small world. Although I can still suppress it now, I can't do it for too long. Everyone, cheer up. Once the peak is far away, be ready to leave immediately." The leading demon cultivator shouted loudly.
This is the manifestation of his ability to manipulate spiritual energy.
If it were a human cultivator, after launching the spiritual energy storm, the remaining mixed spiritual energy in the small world would immediately explode, destroying the entire small world and taking their lives at the same time.
However, the Huanling Demon Cultivator was able to delay the eruption of these remaining violent spiritual energies for a period of time, allowing them to pass the top of the peak and leave this world after the remaining raging spiritual energy storm had stabilized a little.
After waiting for dozens of breaths, the leading Huanling Demon Cultivator shouted, "Let's go! I can't suppress the spiritual energy turmoil in this world anymore!"
The storm peak in the outside world had just passed not long ago. Although the remaining spiritual energy had stabilized a lot, it was still violent. There was still a considerable risk in leaving the small world at this time.
But they had no choice.
If they don't leave now, this small world that protects them when the spiritual energy storm breaks out will completely explode.
If they were still in the world at that time, there would be no hope of survival.
The Huanling demon cultivators gritted their teeth and left the area.
The moment they left the boundary, they all summoned their own pets.
For a moment, the entire sky was filled with ferocious and hideous monsters.
The moment these monsters appeared, they used their bodies to tightly protect their masters.
At the same time, many low-level monsters were controlled by the Huanling magic cultivators to explore the surroundings.
From time to time, monsters didn't even have time to roar, as if they were cut , and their bodies were suddenly split in two, staining the sky with blood.
This was caused by the unstable space crack caused by the spiritual energy storm, and it was also the most dangerous thing for them.
Few cultivators can withstand the cutting force of space cracks.
The choice of the Huanling Demon Cultivators was to use the lives of these low-grade monsters to find a safe path for themselves.
This is what they rely on at this time.
Otherwise, after prying open the spiritual energy storm, how could they, who were already in a depressed state, escape from the remnants of the chaotic spiritual energy storm?
In this way, they crossed the river by feeling the stones, and the thirty-three soul-purifying demon cultivators gradually moved further and further away from the main path of the spiritual energy storm.
All the Huanling Demon Cultivators breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.
Although all preparations were made, even the Demonic Cultivator Huan Ling was still wary of celestial phenomena such as the spiritual storm.
Now that they were able to escape safely, they couldn't help but feel a little relieved.
It was because of this that a ferocious look suddenly flashed in their eyes.
They have to be so cautious just because of the remnants of the spiritual storm.
How terrifying will the power at the peak of the spiritual energy storm be?
How can human cultivators withstand the impact of the spiritual sea tide?
Thinking of this, the murderous intent in the heart of the Huanling Demon Cultivator became more intense.
puff!
At this moment, the body of one of the Huanling Demon Cultivators was suddenly cut in half, and blood spurted into the sky.
"What's going on?!" Everyone was stunned for a moment before they suddenly reacted. They were horrified and immediately moved away from the place where the evil cultivator had died.
"We've clearly used monsters to explore the way there before, and there's no space crack there..." The leading Huanling Demon Cultivator grinned, not understanding what was going on.
There was no time for them to think about it.
Puff puff puff!
The next moment, continuous sounds rang out.
Behind every voice, there is a demon cultivator whose blood has stained the sky.
Everyone was in a panic, but when they looked around, they could not see anything, as if there was an invisible Yama taking their lives in the dark.
What is going on? !
The unknown brings deep fear.
They don't know when this invisible Yama will come to find them.
Such fear prompted them to finally ignore the possible space cracks around them and the chaotic and violent spiritual energy shocks and flee in all directions.
But the puffing sound still continued rapidly.
Balls of blood mist exploded in the turbulent spiritual energy, and were then quickly dispersed by the flow of spiritual energy, taking away even the smell of blood.
The leading Huanling Demon Cultivator was also in a panic. He chose a direction and controlled his pet to carry himself quickly, trying to escape from this terrifying area.
Wow!
Just after escaping a distance of several dozen feet, this Huanling demon cultivator, who had reached the eighth level of cultivation, was turned into pulp along with his monster.
However, he did not die at the hands of the invisible Yama.
At the place where he died, a space crack several dozen feet long flashed by.
The spiritual storm that he started with his own hands ended up being the thing that ended his life. This shows how unpredictable the laws of nature are.
All thirty-three Huanling Demon Cultivators returned to the west in less than a breath of time.
Then, a green figure appeared in the raging spiritual storm, with a cold look in his eyes.
It was Xie Qingyun who had followed the spiritual energy storm all the way to the peak.
When he chased to this place, he happened to run into the Huanling Demon Cultivator who was trying to escape.
Xie Qingyun didn't hesitate at all. He made a move in an instant, wielding the Fuyao sword, and carried the demon to heaven.
For the Sword Immortal, slaughtering several soul-purifying demon cultivators who had not even reached the ninth realm was a piece of cake, so it would not delay him at all.
Just like killing a few ants, after dealing with dozens of Huanling Demon Cultivators, Xie Qingyun continued to move forward.
Although his escape speed was faster than the spiritual storm, it was not by much.
Therefore, this will be a very long chase.
But as long as he could reach the top of Jinxiu Peak before the spiritual energy storm arrived, he would be able to prevent the final formation of the spiritual sea tide.
The only pity is that due to the raging spiritual storm, large cracks appeared in the space, causing the space to become disordered.
This makes the teleportation array temporarily ineffective, and it can only be used again after the space cracks heal themselves.
Therefore, Xie Qingyun could only choose to fly his sword to catch up with the tide of the spiritual sea.
This is also the reason why the Huanling Demon Cultivator Society feels that once they successfully launch the Spirit Sea Tide, the human race will be doomed to fail.
Under the spiritual storm, the teleportation array is ineffective, and the storm is coming again. The human race will have no way to retreat.
And there are demons ahead, lurking covetously, ready to reap the lives of human monks at any time, which forces the Zhongling Guards into a dilemma.
There are natural disasters behind and demonic disasters in front.
A sure kill.
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A vast wilderness.
Lu Qingshan's sword turned into a meteor, flying through this vast desolate land at an astonishing speed.
Wow~wow~
A wonderful wave came, becoming more and more obvious, and even had an ups and downs of tone, like a magnificent piece of music, making the green snake creatures in Lu Qingshan's sea of ​​consciousness more active, as if they rose to action at the sound of a cock-crow.
"It's almost there, I'm about to see it..." Lu Qingshan's heart moved slightly, and he felt that the source of the fluctuation was close at hand.
As we continued to go deeper into the wilderness, in addition to the continuous barren mountains, many irregular pits gradually appeared on the ground.
These pits are connected to each other, like scars on an ugly face.
The pits were interconnected in all directions, some of which went directly through the mountains. A cold wind blew by, and a humming sound was heard, like the sobbing sound of a woman.
"There!" Lu Qingshan's eyes suddenly lit up. A huge ancient temple suddenly appeared in a muddy swamp in the distance.
Deep in the desolate wilderness, an ancient temple stands.
The ancient temple is dark blue in color, and a sense of time emanates from the temple.
"How could there be a temple like this in a place like this?" Mo Yan seemed very alert.
The existence of the temple seems extremely strange.
whoosh!
"Let's go and take a look!" A cold light flashed in Lu Qingshan's eyes, and he flew over on his sword and landed in front of the temple.
He and Mo Yan immediately released their spiritual senses and scanned the surroundings to make sure there were no other people or living creatures around.
Then, the two of them turned their attention to the temple in front of them.
"This place seems to have been abandoned for a long time." Mo Yan murmured.
"Indeed." There was a huge and broken black basalt in front of the temple. Lu Qingshan gently brushed away the dust on the basalt, clapped his hands, and replied: "The dust has accumulated so thickly that no one has been here for at least a thousand years."
"What... does this mean?" Mo Yan frowned.
After brushing off the dust, one can clearly see some strange strokes of text on the basalt, which look like secret patterns with some special meaning.
These words neither belong to the human race nor to the demon race, so Mo Yan cannot understand them.
"This..." Lu Qingshan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked at the words on the basalt in front of him with horror.
He was sure that he had never seen such writing before.
However, the moment he looked at these unfamiliar words, Lu Qingshan could clearly feel what they meant.
"Command the Heaven..."