I traveled through time and space to become an immortal, but I died at the beginning

Chapter 125 Survive

Leng Hunming turned around and took a look. Not far away, he saw a man dressed as a scholar and a cold and beautiful woman.

The voice transmission said, "Juexuan, protect Bing'er. Bing'er, take care of yourself too."

The two of them nodded after hearing this.

The man dressed as a scholar said in a voice transmission, "Haha, father-in-law, I can do it without you telling me, so you just have to be careful."

The cold and beautiful woman also conveyed the message, "Father, take care of yourself too."

After saying that, the two figures disappeared from the spot.

Upon seeing this, the Yuanying cultivators of Xuantian Kingdom teleported into the air one after another, staring at the Yuanying cultivators of Yin Yang Sect.

The people of Xuantian Kingdom were in a solemn mood. There were only thirty-two Nascent Soul cultivators among them, ten of whom were in the middle stage of Nascent Soul and twenty-two were in the early stage of Nascent Soul.

However, he discovered that the other side actually had fifty Nascent Soul cultivators, including sixteen in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul and thirty-four in the early stage of the Nascent Soul.

The gap between the two sides is huge, and the situation is basically one-sided.

The people of Yin Yang Sect sneered at the people of Xuantian Kingdom. They didn't understand the intention of Patriarch Lieyang. Wasn't sending them to attack just to surround and kill them?

Yu Chen, wearing a pink robe, stood among a group of Yin Yang Divine Sect monks in black and red robes. He felt a little out of place, after all, he was just a member of the lower sect.

He quickly moved to the side and stood with a few Nascent Soul cultivators who were also from the lower sect. Only then did he feel much better.

On the other side, Yu Ling and Ling Kuizi looked at each other, also at a loss. It felt like they were in a one-on-two situation.

Whether it is the early or middle stage of Nascent Soul, there is a huge difference.

The four Nascent Soul cultivators from different sects of Xuantian Kingdom looked at each other. Among the four of them, there was also a wandering Nascent Soul cultivator, so there were originally two.

Unfortunately, he had escaped before, but was killed by Lieyang's magical power. Originally, the four of them had also wanted to escape, but they all understood their fate and dared not escape again, otherwise they would be like that dead man.

The Nascent Soul cultivators present were all on edge, especially those from the Yin Yang Divine Sect. After all, they had the advantage in numbers.

Seeing that everyone was about to start a fight, Yu Ling was slowly retreating, not wanting to be the first to be besieged.

At this moment, a man dressed as a scholar in a purple robe quickly stood up.

He said loudly, "Fellow Daoists of the Yin-Yang Divine Sect, your family's God Transformation Ancestor said that he wanted to train you. Are you going to gang up on us? If so, how can we talk about training you?"

"How about we each send one person to compete, regardless of life or death, what do you think?"

After hearing this, the people on the opposite side looked at each other in confusion, some of them seemed to be thinking about something, as if they were wondering whether this person's words were the thoughts of their own ancestor.

Some of them kept looking around, as if they wanted to see if their ancestors were nearby.

After all, this newly promoted god has an unpredictable expression and difficult to guess his thoughts. If he fails to understand his intentions, it will be difficult for him to develop in the future.

Behind the scholar, a beautiful and cold woman in purple robe said in a voice transmission, "Husband, it's already this time, you must not arouse public anger and be besieged by them. I don't want to see you die before me."

After hearing this, Jue Xuan also said in a voice transmission, "Don't worry, I know my limits. If not, I'm afraid that eight out of ten of us here today will perish. You don't want to see the decline of my Jueming Valley, do you?"

Hearing this, Leng Bing'er's eyes flashed, not understanding what he meant. Wasn't today's decisive battle a fight to the death? Could he really rely on the one from the Tian family?

Leng Bing'er had heard from his father Leng Hunming that Tian Lin'er had the potential to become a god, but it would take at least a hundred years of enlightenment.

Although Tian Lin'er did not show up today, Leng Bing'er did not think that she was breaking through to the God Transformation stage.

But seeing Juexuan like this, and her father's instructions, Leng Bing'er seemed to understand something.

She is truly breaking through to the God Transformation stage...

Seeing this, Juexuan understood his wife's thoughts, nodded, and confirmed her guess.

Looking at the people opposite, several leaders of the Yin-Yang Divine Sect who were in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul discussed it and nodded.

Then a person at the peak of the middle Nascent Soul stage came out and said, "Yes, the ancestor may have this idea. You and I will each send out our men, and let's fight."

Seeing this, Juexuan nodded with an expressionless face, but he felt relieved in his heart.

Even Yu Ling and Ling Kuizi looked at Jue Xuan with something else in their eyes.

But then the person opposite said again, "One person is too slow, just send out ten people, five in the early Nascent Soul stage and five in the middle Nascent Soul stage, do you understand?"

Seeing this, Juexuan looked around at everyone on his side. Seeing their resolute expressions, he said bluntly, "I understand. Ten people is ten."

Soon both sides sent out ten people each, and the rest retreated to leave enough space for the battle.

Yu Ling, Ling Kuizi, and Jue Xuan are among them

Twenty people chose their opponents in the air one after another. Nascent Soul-level magic weapons appeared in the air, shining brightly and each one was incredibly powerful.

It is not like the one used by Xuan Kun. After all, Xuan Kun does not have the spiritual power of the Nascent Soul, and cannot exert the full power of the Nascent Soul magic weapon.

Among the nearly one hundred people present, the weakest one was only at the early stage of Nascent Soul.

Among them are several cultivators at the peak of the middle Nascent Soul stage, with extraordinary skills and naturally extremely powerful magic weapons.

The collision between the Nascent Soul magic weapons made the sky rumble continuously, and spiritual power of various colors continued to appear.

With a wave of their hands, there were endless stars, or countless flying swords. A huge vine appeared, constantly growing and turning towards the target person. Two huge puppets appeared, shooting and attacking each other.

A huge figure appeared, and his true body emerged. He punched the person who was attacking him and sent him flying. An endless sea of ​​fire appeared, but was blocked by a vast ocean. The confrontation between water and fire was surprisingly evenly matched.

The fighting between the Nascent Soul cultivators was so loud that the sounds were unprecedentedly loud, attracting the cultivators below who were repelling the enemy and looking up to watch.

Li Wendi, a scholar in the middle stage of the Jindan realm, held a flaming spear in his hand. With one spear, he killed a cultivator in the early stage of the Jindan realm who was trying to kill him. Then he shot back with another spear, knocking away the magic weapon of a cultivator in the middle stage of the Jindan realm behind him.

He took the opportunity to look up at the sky, take a look at the Nascent Soul battlefield in the air, and then kill his enemies there.

I prayed in my heart, "Master, Master's Wife, Little Junior Sister, you must survive this cannibalistic fight!"

Further down, on the foundation-building battlefield, Leng Lingxi was leading a battle formation with twenty foundation-building cultivators. Beside him were the three people from the Wang family.

The battle formation condensed into a blue ice giant, whose strength was comparable to that of an early Jindan cultivator. The ice giant killed a late Foundation Establishment cultivator with one punch.

Leng Lingxi in the formation also looked up at the sky. Through the Jindan battlefield, he saw the magnificent scene of boundless power, but he did not have any appreciation in his heart.

He prayed in his heart, "Father, Mother, Brothers, Uncles, you must... survive!"