txolops Chapter 562
Chapter 562
Chapter 562
"Counterattack the world of cultivating immortals..."
Sima Changkong narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was recalling something.
After a while, he said slowly: "Nowadays, monks often call this a farce when they mention it. But in fact, the scale of the small world coalition forces is not just a mere farce."
"Otherwise, why would the Ten Thousand Immortals League and the Five Elders' Association, which have always been hostile, unite?"
An imperceptible light flashed in Li Fan's eyes. He leaned forward and asked in a vague tone, "Unite? Is it to deal with the Small World coalition forces?"
"Fellow Daoist Sima must have remembered wrongly, right? Didn't you say that the people in these small worlds are all exiled mortals?"
"Dealing with this group of ants, how can my generation of monks be so hard? Besides, we still have the Immortal God to dominate the world. Can they really win against us?"
Sima Changkong was not angry when he saw Li Fan's disbelief.
Instead, he smiled slightly, flicked his fingers, and a drop of blood flew between the two of them.
The blood drop was like a living thing, stagnant in the air, and then wriggled and stretched up and down.
It became a canvas made of blood mist.
On the canvas, thrilling scenes appear one after another.
The one fighting should be the monks from the Xuanhuang Realm.
But the other party, who can also fly into the sky and escape from the ground, is obviously not a mortal.
Although their combat methods are different, they can also fight back and forth with the monks.
Some rely entirely on their physical bodies to resist the attacks of monks flying swordsmanship.Bullying approached, he tore the monks to pieces with his bare hands.
There is also one located at the rear, remotely controlling streaks of strange energy, descending from the sky, locking monks, and striking at fixed points.
What's more, it's not human-shaped, just transparent white human skin.Floating and wandering in the center of the battlefield.Those who were seriously injured were pasted up entirely.
The group of people who were still on the verge of death and unable to move suddenly became alive again in an instant.
Even if there are missing arms and legs, after being attached by white human skin, the severed limbs can be reborn and the combat power can be restored.
Li Fan stared at the ever-changing scene in the blood curtain, and his expression gradually became serious.
"Where are our high-ranking monks in the Xuanhuang Realm? Those who are in harmony with the Dao and the immortals, just watch us fight with others like this, and they are indifferent?" Li Fan's tone was a little annoyed.
Sima Changkong shook his head slightly: "No, no. Of course they also have their opponents."
"Although the ancestors were unable to witness the scenes of the strongmen fighting because of their limited realm at that time. But it is said that our Xuanhuang Realm also suffered heavy losses."
Sima Changkong sighed: "So that for nearly 500 years, neither side wants to start a dispute again. The main thing is to recuperate."
Li Fan couldn't help being surprised: "Are they so strong? Are these people really from the small world?"
"Yes, and no." Sima Changkong called for the Mermaid Beast, and filled it up for the two of them.
Then he continued: "They are nothing more than pawns controlled by others."
"The real mastermind behind the scenes is someone else."
Li Fan was slightly shocked, and regained his energy: "How do you say that?"
"Their origin seems to be traced back to the time when the ancient catastrophe just came. The ancestors did not record the specifics."
"However, according to the fragmentary interviews after the war, we can know that they seem to be a group of [going and returning] people."
Sima Changkong showed some doubts, and said slowly.
"It's not just the cultivators from the Xuanhuang Realm who fought with them called them traitors, even the cultivators who don't know their identities will naturally feel extremely resentful when they see them."
"Even during the battle, thunder fell from the sky and struck these people."
"They seem to be hated by the entire Xuanhuang Realm."
"Go and come back, traitor..." Li Fan couldn't help but fell into deep thought when he heard this.
From the scene described by Sima Changkong, combined with what he had seen and heard in Senior Sister Zhao's fantasy, Li Fan couldn't help making some guesses.
At the beginning, many calamities such as Dharma not being able to practice together and immortal miasma came together. The ten sects of immortality originally planned to unite and overcome difficulties together.
But then the situation collapsed too quickly, and the sects couldn't take care of themselves, let alone help each other.
Difficulties are approaching, and fates are different.
Some completely disappeared in the long river of history because of the killing of each other.
Others closed their sects, escaped from the world, and lingered on their last days.
But there are also some, like Nanming Monster Beast Mountain and Tianjianzong, who choose to escape from the Xuanhuang Realm altogether.
"As Di Yi said, individuals in a group have their own choices. Without an absolute leader, it is impossible to act with the same will."
"The monks have their own choices, and it is reasonable."
"When these people fled, they might have taken something with them. So much so that even Xuanhuang Realm itself felt resentment towards them."
"I just don't know why they went and returned. But they can return safely from the strong suction of [Xianxuan]. Their strength is definitely not weak."
Li Fan's thoughts slowly calmed down, and he turned his head to look at Sima Changkong with even more intense eyes.
He is worthy of being a historian in the world of cultivating immortals.
In the past thousand years, Sima Changkong can find the answers to many things that have been sealed up and forgotten in the history of Xuanhuang Realm.
Since Li Fan returned from Tianling State, in order to avoid the spread of the war, he came to Sima Changkong's underwater crystal cave mansion.
Relying on the previous avatar's familiarity with him, coupled with Li Fan's profound knowledge and many secrets at his fingertips.
So he quickly won his favor.
The two chatted happily every day, talking freely about the past in the Xuanhuang world, so happy.
In order not to be disturbed by outsiders and to get more information from Sima Changkong, Li Fan also offered to help him arrange a concealment and protection formation in this crystal cave.
Seeing that the other party is so warm-hearted, Sima Changkong feels that this person has a deep friendship.
The relationship between the two became more and more harmonious.
"Peace is temporary, but war is the eternal topic of history." Sima Changkong, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly sighed, put down the wine glass he had already raised, and lost his interest.
"Fellow Daoist, why did you say that..." Li Fan suddenly came to his senses.
"The war between the Ten Thousand Immortals League and the Five Elders' Association has officially started?"
Sima Changkong nodded rather heavily: "I don't know how many monks will die on the battlefield."
"This is common sense, and we are not immortals, how can we resist? Drink, drink!" Li Fan took the initiative to pour another glass for Sima Changkong, and comforted him.
"Fellow Daoist said it too." Sima Changkong drank it all in one gulp, swallowing the fine wine and emotions together.
Li Fan changed the topic to another place.
……
Time flies by, and a year has passed in a blink of an eye.
The war between the Ten Thousand Immortals League and the Wulaohui has reached a fever pitch, but Li Fan stayed in Sima Changkong's mansion completely, and has never left for half a year.
One more chapter to be late
(End of this chapter)