Immortal Fate: Create thousands of secret treasures at your fingertips

In the Upper Star Territory, west of Jiulong Mountain, there is a land called Xiandang Mountain. The mountains here are dangerous, with strange peaks and rocks, and towering ancient trees. The valley is shrouded in clouds and mist, just like a fairyland. Standing on the top of the valley, you can overlook the beautiful scenery of the entire Upper Star Territory, which is refreshing and refreshing.

This place is very mysterious. It is said that this place was once an ancient battlefield, and it is also a special relic that cannot be verified because of its age.

There are countless treasures and precious cultivation resources hidden here, attracting countless adventurers and practitioners to explore. However, it is also a dangerous place, full of dangerous environments and beasts. Many people disappeared here and never came back.

In the depths of Suokong Valley, this feature is particularly obvious. It is similar to the Ten Thousand Evils Territory, but more of it is a kind of tranquility that is exposed to the outside.

Beneath the tranquility lies crisis. It can be said that opportunities and dangers coexist. It is a good place.

However, in recent days, there have been changes here. From time to time, there are shadows appearing and disappearing, which are very mysterious, driving away people who enter here, and they seem to be planning something secretly.

At the same time, in just a few days, there were already several battles, and the movements were huge. They were all movements that only occurred during the Jindan Overhaul War, and the ripples were not shallow.

For no other reason than this place was chosen as the battlefield!

Compared with other places outside, it seems that only the Xiandang Mountain area can withstand powerful battles. After all, this is a special place and is a place left over from ancient times. Both the space and the earth here are tougher than the outside world.

Both the Shangxing Sect and the Jianyun Sect unanimously chose this place for the war. Even though there was no communication between the two sides, they both understood that the war was inevitable.

The changes here have attracted the attention of many people. It can be said that this battle is related to the future situation of the entire Upper Star Territory, no matter who wins or loses.

And this day came soon.

That day, on the east side of Xiandang Mountain, thick clouds appeared that covered the sky and the sun. They were waves composed of countless monks and immortal boats.

In the vast sky on that side, countless monks came in a mighty manner, wielding various magic weapons. Their figures were as dense as ants, occupying the entire sky. These monks came to Jianyun Sect, dressed in gorgeous robes, offering magic weapons, shining with dazzling light.

There are countless fairy boats, and they are of different sizes and shapes. Some fairy boats are as majestic and majestic as palaces, some are like small pavilions, and some are made of strange materials and have strange shapes.

Each fairy boat exudes a powerful aura, and is surrounded by various mysterious runes and patterns, indicating the identity and strength of their owners.

In this sky, the breath of the magic weapon is thick and powerful. Some magic weapons exude golden light, as dazzling as the sun; some exude cold air, making people shudder. These magic weapons have different shapes, some are like swords, some are like knives, some are like beads, and some are like wings.

Of course, among them, sword-shaped magic weapons have the largest number and are the most unified. There are almost none below the level of low-grade spiritual weapons. The light of all kinds of treasures fills the air, making the dark clouds shine with all kinds of colors, making them look particularly gorgeous.

The breaths of the magic weapons intertwined with each other, forming a powerful wave of energy, which made people feel an unparalleled shock.

The entire sky was enveloped by this powerful momentum, and people couldn't help but sigh at the number and strength of the monks and immortal boats. This is an unprecedented grand occasion. It is obvious that the Sword Cloud Sect has come out in full force to establish victory.

To the west of Xiandang Mountain, the same scene appeared, with the same shadows, the same density, countless monks, immortal boats and various magic weapons, the light shining in all directions.

Countless breaths intertwined together, and the space vibrated with ripples from time to time, which was eye-catching.

Just looking at it from this point of view, the two sides were evenly matched at this moment.

At the front of the teams on both sides, there are nearly a hundred fairy boats flying across the sky, blooming with brilliance, and their aura is astonishingly strong. There is a hint of competition, and it seems that the battle has begun for several miles.

On the west side are the teams of Shangxing Sect and Tianyi Sect. Among the huge immortal boats headed by them, figures come out one after another, leap into the air, stand in the air, and look forward quietly.

There were more than forty people in the group, all of whom were powerful Nascent Souls. The leader's aura was extremely powerful and astonishing.

Beside him, another person's aura was not bad at all. Both of them frowned slightly and looked at the scene in front of them.

"Hmph, the mantis' arms are like a chariot."

One man was fierce, looking at the countless disciples belonging to the Sword Cloud Sect in front of him, his face full of murderous intent.

"This battle is unavoidable. Brother Tianxiong, you and I will work together to kill the opponent's leader first."

These two people were none other than Taoist Mo Yangziyu Tianxiong.

"Oh, I haven't seen that old guy from Jianhe for some years. Let me take his head today." Taoist Tianxiong said.

"It's up to you, just don't make any mistakes."

Mo Yangzi didn't care about this, but for some reason, looking at the postures of the other party's countless disciples, he felt worried in his heart, inexplicably feeling that today's move might not have a good outcome.

The monk's whim is no joke, and it is exactly the same. Although Mo Yangzi doesn't show it on the outside, he is secretly more vigilant.

At this moment, more than twenty figures flew out of the fairy boat of the Sword Cloud Sect. The leader was a gray-haired old man. He was holding a long sword and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle.

It was Taoist Jianhe. At this moment, he no longer had the peace he had in the sect in the past. Instead, he was filled with evil aura, and the sword in his hand was clanking, as if he was responding to his master's emotions.

"Old Jianhe, long time no see!" Taoist Tianxiong shouted loudly.

"Mo Yangzi, let's put an end to the grudges between your two sects and mine today!"

Old Jianhe responded, but completely ignored Taoist Tianxiong.

Seeing this, Taoist Tianxiong just snorted and did not get angry.

In his opinion, this Sword Cloud Sect is also a trapped beast, its death has been decided, and it is impossible for it to stir up any more troubles.

"it is good!"

Mo Yangzi's response was very concise, but both sides looked at each other from a distance, but they could both see the awe-inspiring killing intent in each other.

At this moment, the atmosphere in Xiandang Mountain has become extremely solemn. Even the many ferocious beasts in this realm are trembling with fear at this moment. Even the existences at the level of beast kings are terrified.

The people of the two sects were silent, only the magic weapons and divine light were stirring.

"kill!"

Suddenly, someone shouted, and then countless spells of light were seen falling towards the opponent's battle formation.

At the same time, countless people rushed towards each other, with ferocious faces and murderous intent.

In an instant, the sky was filled with rays of light, sword auras were flying, and spells were flying.

This war is destined to shake the world and weep ghosts and gods.

Countless monks were fighting together, and the scene was extremely chaotic. Various spells roared in the air, shining with dazzling light. The power of the magic weapon is astonishing, and it can cause huge damage every time it strikes. The sword energy soared into the sky, stirring the energy between heaven and earth, making people tremble with fear.

In this chaotic battle, there were countless casualties immediately. Some monks were directly hit by spells, and their bodies instantly turned into ashes. Some monks were seriously injured by the magic weapon's attacks and fell from the air groaning in pain. Some monks were cut in half by the sword energy, and blood spurted out. The scene was too horrific to watch.

But despite this, the monks still did not flinch and continued to fight bravely. They have only one goal, and that is to defeat their opponents and win the final victory. In this cruel battle, only the strong can survive, while the weak can only become a stepping stone for others.