Chapter 320 Linghu finally becomes a discarded pawn, is Tiannan going to lose? Mulan Sacred Bird? Equivalent to the human race’s empress? In the Tiannan formation, the commander Long Han from the Luanming Sect frowned and his face turned gloomy. The only thing we can do now is to try our best. He sent a voice message to a certain void, "Fellow Daoist from Taizhen Sect, please take action. This holy bird is controlled by humans and has no intelligence. It may not be able to perform at the level of a queen." The other end of the voice transmission was a hundred miles in the sky, which was the edge of the Nascent Soul battlefield. At this time, seven old men with white hair and youthful faces were hiding in the void. When they heard the voice transmission, the gray-haired old man in the lead immediately swooped down towards the blue bird. Afterwards, six old men followed. The figures of the seven people flashed in the air at the same time, their speed far exceeding that of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. It was obvious that this was some kind of secret technique. When the seven people were less than ten miles away from the blue bird, a flash of light emerged from each of their bodies and they rushed towards the blue bird. Streams of light appeared in the air, which were an ancient mirror, a red ruler, a yellow spear, a token, a small tripod, a jade fan, and a ruyi.

The seven ancient treasures shot in all directions around the blue bird, forming a formation with the ancient mirror as the center, forming a net-like spiritual light shield to seal the blue bird. The bluebird let out a long cry, spread its wings and struggled, and a crack appeared on the cover. The next moment, seven old men landed beside the ancient treasure, chanting spells. The shield glowed even brighter, and then the glow dissipated. Seeing the Blue Bird being sealed, Long Han couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but bad news followed. "Please make preparations, fellow Taoist. The seven of us can only hold this monster back for a while." Hearing this, Long Han's heart was lifted again. He looked towards the center of the battlefield, and saw seven people taking mysterious steps, moving around, releasing a large amount of spiritual power from their bodies, even the colors were revealed, it was obvious that they were using all their strength. In the formation, the blue bird was ferocious, and the blue flames were spilled out without regard for their life. Whenever its breath dropped, it would open its mouth and inhale, and the surrounding spiritual energy would obediently take in, and its breath would be restored. Seeing this scene, he exclaimed, "A pseudo-god! Able to absorb the energy of heaven and earth to restore itself!" What’s worse is that with this recovery ability, as long as the Seven Taizhen Cultivators are unable to kill the Blue Bird instantly, defeat is only a matter of time. But once the blue bird escapes, no one will be able to control it, and the war will be lost. He looked across the air at the other end of the battlefield, as if he saw the woman on the back of the beast, and thought that if he could kill her, he might be able to turn the tide of the battle. But when he saw the skinny old man guarding beside him, his heart sank. How can we break through the blockade with a Queen Yuan guarding us? On the other side, a sneer flashed across the skinny old man's lips. "With the help of Yinluo Sect, what can you Tiannan use to fight me?" The advantage is mine. This victory and half of the land in Tiannan belong to me, Mulan. His heart moved, and he transmitted the message, "Let's do it, Junior Brother Tian."

"Okay, hehehe." As soon as he finished speaking, a Jindan cultivator from the Mulan Fashi army suddenly jumped out at an extremely fast speed, covering hundreds of feet in an instant, aiming directly at Long Han. Long Han looked around and when he saw this figure, he couldn't help but frown, confused. Another empress? Not counting Bluebird, there are already five great masters in Mulan! Could it be Dajin? He didn't have time to think more, he sighed leisurely and said to the air around him, "Then I'll trouble you fellow Taoists." At the right time, four people appeared from the void. They were the four Nascent Soul cultivators from Yuanwu, Yue, Cheqi and Jiang. His cultivation level is at the middle of the two Yuanying stages, at the peak of the early two Yuanying stages. The four men said nothing, with gloomy faces, and rushed towards the invading Empress Yuan. For a moment, there was a feeling of whistling wind and cold Yishui River. Long Han knew that this lineup was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, and it would be good if they could hold out for a while. but, He shook his head helplessly and murmured softly, "In the world of immortal cultivation, strength is everything. Who made you chosen by the old demon He Huan and Wei Wu Ya?" The result was just as he expected. As soon as they started fighting, the four men's full-strength attacks were easily repelled by those who took their life essence. Afterwards, the four of them took turns charging into the battle formation as usual, ensuring that they could deal with Queen Yuan's random attacks with all their strength. If you are not careful, you will be seriously injured by Queen Yuan in an instant. And this Empress, that is, Master Tian, ​​while dealing with the attacks of the four people, he slowly moved towards the Tiannan camp with a sneer on his face. It was just to delay death. . . . There is a saying in the world of immortal cultivation that the outcome of a sect war is determined by the outcome of the battle between the upper levels. To some extent, this is not accurate, such as at present. At this time, hundreds of miles in the sky, three pairs of queens were fighting each other. It cannot be said to be a performance, it can only be said that neither side showed their true ability. When they saw the scene below, they had different thoughts. Lost? Then you lose. The question is what to do next? Wouldn't it be a loss for them to cede land in exchange for their own interests? Or fight back and consume the excess population of immortal cultivators? Among the six people, only the man in black was a little different. He was becoming more and more fierce in his attacks and would give Hehuan a ruthless blow whenever he got the chance. He laughed wildly in his heart. The end? No, no, no, the war is only halfway through. You don't think Fang is really here to be a thug, do you?

. . . At this moment, outside the ring, the audience who saw this scene had a thought flashing through their minds. The outcome was decided, Tiannan was going to lose. Ling Xiaofeng thought so, but for some reason a trace of regret flashed across his mind. He forced himself to smile at his wife and said, "Ma'am, you lose this bet." But Wen Qing seemed not to hear it, and just fixed his eyes on a picture outside the main battlefield, muttering, "It's finally here. Are you going to turn the tide?" . . . In the Red Leaf Valley of Yue State, Dong Xuan'er saw Li Xunhuan appear and suddenly jumped up from the stool. After kicking eighteen times in the air, she could not suppress her emotions and celebrated in advance. "Wuhu takes off." Suddenly noticing Hongfu's look at her as if she were a fool, she chuckled and sat down again. He held up his little head with both hands and looked at the screen, his bright eyes flickered, and he said excitedly, "Brother, come on, let Xuan'er see your limits!" Hongfu glanced at him with her beautiful eyes, then looked at the figure. For some reason, my heart started pounding and I suddenly felt the anticipation that Dong Xuaner had mentioned. Junior brother, you can do it, right? . . . In the main screen, above the center of the battlefield, the seven Taizhen cultivators looked pale, and the spirit stones in their hands that restored their spiritual energy turned into ashes. However, the cry of the blue firebird in the cage was still loud and the flame was dazzling, and it seemed that the formation could no longer stop it. In the sky, the cultivators in the Nascent Soul Battle reduced the frequency of their attacks and silently stared at the center of the battlefield. Even a Yuanying took the opportunity to escape from the battlefield and landed in the central army of Tiannan, and Jinghong transformed into a dignified lady. After seeing this, Long Han nodded to him, and his heart calmed down. The two of them looked towards the center of the battlefield together. On the other side of the battlefield, the woman on the wild beast had a victorious smile on her face. Next to the wild beast, the skinny old man looked at the saint with admiration, then looked towards the center of the battlefield, waiting for the blue bird to escape. At this moment, inside and outside the battlefield, all the cultivators in the human world, regardless of gender, age or status, or even the flying old demon, seemed to feel something. They all stopped what they were doing, found a large screen and started watching. Under the influence of the Star Palace, the eyes of the entire nation were focused on the center of the battlefield. Two battles were taking place there, a duel between the Seven Taizhen Cultivators and the Blue Bird, and a one-on-one duel between Master Tian and four others. No matter which battle ends, it will represent the defeat of Tiannan.

Just as the blue bird escaped and Master Tian succeeded in counterattacking, a majestic voice resounded through the world, "Certainly!" The world became quiet. (End of this chapter)