the peak to the foot of the mountain, they were everywhere, rushing towards the sky in a frenzied scramble.These winds began to reverse, becoming a suction force coming from above.As soon as they ent...“Old Cow Nose, the time has come, the victor remains undecided. It seems we have to follow the old rules again.”

Several figures flitted in the air, appearing and disappearing, dividing themselves into two sides.

In the north, there were two people.

One was a burly red-haired old man.

A red-haired old man stood in the clouds, his bearing extraordinary. His face was flushed with a crimson glow, his tiger eyes radiating strength and vigor. There was an aura of overwhelming power within his gaze, radiating an undeniable sense of dominance.

His spiritual energy was extremely introverted, with no trace of fluctuation in his body.

Little did they know, the old man with red hair's true identity was the headmaster of the Pure Yang Sect. Not only was he the leader of the righteous path, but also the acknowledged number one expert in the Little Cold Region!

Not only the red-haired old man, but also the other people were like this.

Beside the red-haired old man stood a mysterious figure shrouded in rolling demonic energy. Only his silhouette could be seen, and his features were unclear.

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On the opposite side of the red-haired old man and the mysterious man, three people stood suspended in mid-air.

In the center stood an eminent old Daoist priest, clad in a blue Daoist robe and holding a whisk. His bearing was that of a celestial being, his demeanor resolute as he faced the red-haired elder, not yielding an inch. However, his expression at this moment was extremely solemn as he silently observed the two battlefields below.

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Behind the old Taoist priest stood two warriors, not only were they similar in appearance, but their weapons and armor were also identical, like a pair of twin brothers.

These five people are all Yuan Ying masters.

The usually elusive primordial ancestor Yuan Ying, who is never seen, actually appeared five times at once!

The red-haired elder spoke.

The old Taoist withdrew his gaze and looked at the red-haired elder, pointing to the battlefield of the golden elixir with his whisk and said coldly: "It's only been five hours, and you were driven back this far! In a few more hours, our side will surely be able to wipe you all out!"

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The red-haired old man laughed loudly, his voice booming and loud. He faced the Taoist priest, saying, "Old Ox-Nose, you're becoming more brazen every day! Do you really think Xiaohan Domain has so few people If you aren't afraid of Ziyuan seizing the opportunity to break our lineage and sever the Dao, then come at me! This old man will stand his ground until the very end! Then we'll see, Old Ox-Nose, with no one left but yourself, will you still have the leisure to enter Ziwei Palace for treasure"

"You!"

"Presumptuous!"

The two generals roared in unison, taking a step forward with their spears pointed at the red-haired elder, their fighting spirit soaring to the heavens.

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The next moment.

With a long, piercing howl, the crimson-haired elder's aura surged. A dense, crimson qi erupted from his body, radiating an intensely yang and masculine energy. His crimson hair danced wildly, like a god descending upon the world.

The mysterious person seems to be watching a play.

Without the help of a mysterious figure, the red-haired old man single-handedly resisted two Nascent Soul cultivators. His crimson energy surged and collided wildly, but he did not fall behind. Instead, the two warriors gripped their halberds tightly, their expressions unusually solemn, as if they were under immense pressure.

The red-haired old man stood tall, looking down at the two warriors with disdain in his voice. "Where did you brats come from, daring to shout at this old man! What Want to have a fight with me first and decide the outcome"

"Red-haired old ghost, I didn't expect that after decades, your strength has improved again! Come back!"

The old Daoist sighed softly, waving his dust whisk. Star-like motes fell onto the two generals' bodies. He cast a deep glance at the red-haired elder, “Still the same rules as last time, three rounds: Qi Refining, Golden Core, Nascent Soul. Two out of three wins.”

The oppressive aura of battle vanished from the two warriors' bodies, they breathed a sigh of relief, looked at each other in astonishment, and silently retreated behind the old Taoist.

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The red-haired old man retracted his aura and nodded, "Not bad! As usual, best of three, the wager is formation materials. The first match will be at Zitian Peak. Old Bull Nose, you better prepare well in advance, lest your spiritual materials run short and your formations are incomplete, missing the best opportunity to open the Purple Micro Palace."

"No need to trouble yourself, the Heavenly Alliance can still afford a small formation like the Beichen Star Formation! Let's go!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the old Taoist priest and the two generals vanished from the spot.

Meanwhile, the Tiangong Alliance's foundation-building and golden elixir battlefields also received orders. After a commotion, they withdrew in an orderly manner.

Qin Sang discovered the Tianxing Alliance's retreat, and only then did he completely relax his mind. He only felt extremely fatigued all over.

He sat cross-legged on the water, ignoring his appearance, as did everyone else.

At the same time Qin Sang was adjusting his breath, his gaze drifted upwards to the few figures in the sky. Although no one had introduced them to him, he could guess that they must be the Nascent Soul experts from both sides.

"Have you ever met the two Yuan Infants in Wuyaya Valley"

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After the three Yuan Ying from the Heavenly Alliance left, Qin Sang stared at the two remaining figures, muttering to himself.

He didn't even recognize a Yuan Ying expert, and he had been in the sect for so long. Even his own master ancestor, Dongyang Bo, had never seen him.

I wonder what these two people's identities are

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After three years of stalemate, neither party's Yuanying had ever appeared. This sudden gathering here, what is the reason

Could it be because of the beam of light

Qin Sang's gaze shifted to the beam of light, noticing that it seemed slightly stronger than last night. However, the mirror at its end remained unchanged.

I hope there won't be any major upheavals.

...until at least after they have broken through to the false dan level.

Qin Sang prayed in her heart.

The more powerful beings he encountered, the more powerless he felt, and his desire to improve his cultivation became increasingly urgent.

At this time, he was like a rootless duckweed, able only to drift with the current under the surging tide, struggling desperately. One unfortunate event, and he would be shattered into pieces.

Only when one possesses sufficient strength can they rise above the mundane and control their own destiny!

After the old Taoist priest and his companions left, the mysterious person suddenly sneered: "It seems that Old Bull Nose is still not convinced! According to my plan, we should have mobilized our forces early on, sealed off Yuncang Great Marsh, and found Zhentian Peak to monopolize the Xingyuan Stone. I want to see how they can enter the Purple Micro Palace without the Xingyuan Stone!"

The red-haired old man slowly shook his head. "Fellow Daoist Tongyu, you may not know this. It is said that the actions of the Zuiyuan faction are becoming more frequent and increasingly aggressive. Don't push the old bull's nose too hard, lest they be driven to desperation and invite wolves into the house. Otherwise, we will also have a difficult time."

The mysterious person turned out to be the Saint Lord of Demon Gate and the Tongyu Demon King.

One was a righteous leader, the other a demon lord. Listening to their conversation, the two not only didn't seem opposed to each other, but also had a deep friendship.

"Abyss..."

The enigmatic Demon Lord muttered a word, his figure vanishing in a flash.

The red-haired old man glanced down, his lips moving.

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After a while, it too disappeared.

The fresh blood had long been swallowed up by the vast lake, leaving not a trace.

After the all-night battle, besides the scars on these people, it seemed that nothing else was left.

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Qin Sang had yet to fully recover, and finally heard the command to retreat. Dragging his weary body, he returned to the Zhen Shui Qian Huan Array.

After entering the Luan Island waters, Qin Sang disbanded his team and was about to return to his cave dwelling to rest, when he suddenly noticed that those cultivators at the Dan-Forming stage had not dispersed, but had instead entered Guānxīng Island together.

"Is there anything else"

Thinking about that strange beam of light, Qin Sang felt that things definitely wouldn't end so easily.

It's a pity that no one answered him.

With doubts and anxieties, Chengyun returned to his cave dwelling, sealing the restrictions and entering secluded meditation, awaiting the next battle.venomous insects and stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the mountain peak with a chilling tone.They waited before the Jade Gate.Those who have no way are still busy.Four people join force...