Fengshen: I, Nezha, don’t need a system

Chapter 1213

Chapter 1213 Killing the Aliens

Chaos area.

The demon clan’s base camp.

At this time, almost all the powerful monsters of the demon clan gathered here. At a glance, it was a sea of ​​people and the atmosphere was magnificent.

These strong men came from all directions. Some of them were wearing heavy armor, while others were holding magical weapons. Each of them exuded a heart-pounding aura.

In the core area of ​​this group of strong men, there were six huge thrones with exquisite golden crow patterns carved on them. These six golden crow thrones shone with brilliant light, as if echoing the blazing sun in the sky.

The five revived Golden Crow princes, as well as the youngest but equally gifted Golden Crow prince Lu Ya, sat on these thrones in turn.

However, what is striking is that the two thrones in the center were taken by Lu Ya and Da Jinwu respectively.

Below, the seats are arranged in a very particular way. According to the strength and status of the people, the seats are neatly arranged in vertical rows.

Sitting in the first seat on the left was the renowned Bai Ze Demon Saint. He was dressed in white clothes as white as snow, had a stern face, and his eyes sparkled with wisdom.

The first person on the right is the peerless fairy Chang Xi, the Moon God. She is wearing a light blue dress and has a graceful figure, like a fairy from the Moon Palace who has descended to earth.

Such a densely packed and well-defined seating arrangement is enough to demonstrate that the overall strength of the demon race is booming at an astonishing speed under the backdrop of the revival of primitive spiritual power.

At this time, Taiyin Star Lord Chang Xi slightly turned his body, looked past the Golden Crow Princes, and asked the Bai Ze Demon Saint directly: "Military Advisor Bai Ze, I wonder if you can find out where the mysterious boy is now?"

Her voice is clear and pleasant, like the sound of nature, but the majesty contained in it cannot be underestimated.

Although there were a large number of Prince Jinwu and other powerful monsters gathered here at this time, and each of them possessed various magical powers and skills and had extraordinary strength.

But when Fairy Chang Xi's cold and majestic voice sounded, the scene fell into a strange silence, and no one dared to stand up and question her question.

You must know that at this very moment, in this area, apart from Fairy Chang Xi herself, there is no one else who can compete with her and is as powerful as her.

Because in the demon tribe, the iron rule that has always been followed is "the strong are respected". Whoever is stronger has absolute right to speak and make decisions.

What's more, the wise man Bai Ze possesses many mysterious magical powers such as deducing the weather and terrain, and avoiding misfortune and seeking good fortune.

Logically speaking, as long as there is no external interference, it shouldn't be too difficult to find Li Ziting with these abilities.

As a result, everyone's eyes were focused on Bai Ze. He solemnly took out an ancient and mysterious tortoise shell from his arms, and then began to deduce it with full concentration.

However, what was surprising was that as time passed, Bai Ze's brows became more and more furrowed, and a look of dissatisfaction gradually appeared on his face.

Obviously, he was not satisfied with the results of his deductions again and again.

But even so, he still did not give up and continued to try...

"It's really strange." Bai Ze looked confused, "I can't even find any trace."

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"Even the Demon Saint Bai Ze can't detect it?"

The big golden crow opened his eyes wide and asked in disbelief.

Deep in his memory, Bai Ze has always been that mysterious existence who knows everything and can do everything.

Thinking back to the time when the wizards and liches fought each other, the situation was extremely dangerous. However, even so, Bai Ze was still able to anticipate the enemy's moves with his extraordinary wisdom and insight, thus creating rare opportunities for the demon clan time and time again, and successfully avoiding many major losses.

You know, the ancestors of the witch clan were all so powerful that they were terrifying!

Pick any one of them, and they are all terrifyingly powerful people in the late quasi-saint stage or even the great perfection stage!

Especially the Ancestral Witch Emperor Jiang, the power of space he controlled was simply incredible. He could travel between heaven and earth in a flash, appearing and disappearing like a ghost, making it impossible to guard against him.

At this time, Lu Ya slowly said: "It seems that the young man is really a man favored by heaven. Perhaps we can even call him the son of heaven."

There was a hint of amazement in his tone that was hard to conceal.

Taiyin Xingjun on the side immediately echoed, "That's right, that child is the son of Heaven, there is no doubt about that. Looking at the whole world, who else can have such a strong and profound Heavenly Power like him? What's more, he is able to make Heaven yield to him. This kind of magical power is really incredible!"

Speaking of this, Taiyin Star Lord couldn't help but shake his head slightly, with an expression of envy and awe on his face.

"So what should I do now?"

Lu Ya questioned the Moon Lord.

"Um?!"

Fairy Chang Xi, who was thinking about answering, suddenly stood up straight with a slight smile on her face.

"I know where he is."

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"Kill them all! Don't let any one go!"

An angry roar resounded through the sky, as if it was going to shatter the entire world.

"Don't let any of them escape! We must annihilate them all here today!"

Another voice sounded immediately afterwards, carrying endless murderous intent and determination.

As the words fell, a group of ancient monks dressed in colorful costumes and holding all kinds of magical weapons poured out from all directions like a tide, rushing towards the team of angels and demons that had just landed in the clouds and had not yet completely landed.

These ancient monks were all aggressive, with cold light flashing in their eyes. They moved quickly and agilely, and in the blink of an eye they had surrounded the angel and demon teams.

Faced with this sudden attack, the angels and demons had no time to react, and they were unable to even utter a scream before they were drowned in the sea of ​​people by this group of ferocious and ferocious monks.

For a moment, the flashes of swords and the shadows of sabers were intertwined, and shouts of killing were heard one after another.

The ancient monks attacked without mercy. Every move and every style contained powerful force and went straight to the enemy's vital points.

Not only that, when they were taking action to kill, many cultivators did not forget to cast spells and activate secret formations to conceal the battlefield.

These formations either conceal the aura or distort space, making it difficult for the outside world to detect the fierce battle taking place here, thereby effectively preventing possible reinforcements or tracking by the enemy.

However, just as everyone was killing with great enthusiasm, with the shouts and light of magic weapons interweaving into a splendid scene, a monk in a green robe suddenly stopped his torrential attack like a reef in a rapids.

He raised his right hand and shouted, "Fellow Daoists, wait a minute! Listen to me! Every time we encounter an enemy, we rush forward like a swarm. Although it is aggressive and brave, it also wastes so many concealing magic weapons in vain! Think about it, isn't this a bit too wasteful?"

His words were like a thunderclap, instantly breaking through the noisy atmosphere above the battlefield and attracting the attention of some monks around him.

But soon, a burly, bearded man retorted disdainfully: "Humph! You are such a coward that you are actually worrying about the magic weapon here! With our disciples of Jiejiao here, don't you think you are short of these mere magic weapons to cover up? Don't encourage others to be more ambitious and destroy your own prestige!"

Before he finished speaking, another thin-faced cultivator next to him echoed, "That's right! Brother, why do you have to be so cautious? They are just some ordinary concealing magic weapons refined after birth, and they are not rare innate magic weapons. With the strength and foundation of our Jie Sect, as long as there is a demand, we can refine as many as you want!"

Fierce debates like this are by no means confined to this smoke-filled battlefield.

In that vast and mysterious ancient continent, the same thrilling scene is often played out in every corner and every area.

Whenever the figures of alien races quietly emerge, whether they are angels with snow-white wings behind them, they seem to bring the holy light of heaven when they flap their wings.

Or it is the group of demons that exude a creepy evil aura all the time, their hideous faces and terrifying power make people shudder.

Or they could be those mysterious aliens who are clad in dazzling, indestructible golden armor and possess combat power beyond ordinary people's imagination.

As long as they accidentally step into this ancient land, they will be caught unprepared and face the elaborate ambushes set up by ancient monks who number several times their number.

These ancient monks, with their firm belief in protecting the ancient world, do not care at all about the heavy price they will have to pay for it.

He only wanted to use the sharp blade and magic in his hand to completely wipe out these alien races who dared to wantonly invade the primitive land, so that they would never be able to stand up again.

Usually, they were ruthlessly killed under the impact of this violent force, without any ability to fight back.

Fortunately, it was precisely because of the adoption of this powerful tactical strategy that the relatively weak prehistoric monks were able to keep the number of casualties to a minimum.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is definitely an extremely brilliant and feasible strategy that can effectively reduce casualties.

Its core method is to use a variety of magical treasures and weapons with amazing power on a large scale at all costs.

With the help of these powerful tools, we can maximize the protection of our own manpower, ensure that it is properly protected and preserved.

In addition, the reason why those alien races decided to break up and reorganize their huge armies into many small-scale combat teams actually has deep strategic considerations behind it.

They hoped that in this way, the troops could be dispersed as widely as possible.

In this way, we can collect all kinds of important intelligence information about this mysterious and primitive world in a more comprehensive and in-depth manner, ensuring that even any subtle but crucial links will not be missed.

However, what they did not expect was that the opponent they faced this time would be so difficult to deal with.

So much so that they had to send out golden-armored soldiers whose strength had reached the quasi-saint level to fight.

But even so, the final result still could not be changed. These golden-armored soldiers, like other alien races, died one after another on this vast and boundless land. There was no exception at all, and no so-called miracles ever occurred.

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Lingxi Sect.

At this moment, Lingxi Sect has become the base camp where many prehistoric cultivators gather.

There are also numerous barrier spells here, which have the effect of concealing the secrets of heaven in all directions.

It can be said that everything is hidden to the fullest.

"By sniping the enemy in this way, our casualties have indeed been significantly reduced, but at the same time, the number of magic weapons we have consumed is also quite astonishing!"

Li Ziting sat upright on the first seat and spoke with a serious expression.

At this time, Zhao Gongming stepped forward and said confidently: "It's just a few magic weapons. With the strength and background of disciples like us, it is not difficult to refine them again."

His words were full of heroism.

However, Bi Xiao on the side mercilessly refuted: "Brother, aren't you afraid that you will get hurt if you say too much? Don't forget that many of your magic weapons were made by your sister with great effort!"

She put her hands on her hips, glared at Zhao Gongming, a hint of anger on her face.

Not only Zhao Gongming's magic weapon, but also her and Qiong Xiao's magic weapons were refined by Fairy Yunxiao.

At this time, Qiong Xiao expressed his opinion relatively calmly: "In terms of formations, our Jie Sect is indeed more proficient, but when it comes to magic weapons, I'm afraid the Chen Sect is better."

Although her tone sounded objective, it was still mixed with some disdain and dissatisfaction towards the Chan sect.

"Humph, when I think of those people from the Chan Sect, I feel unhappy!"

Bixiao muttered angrily.

Fairy Bixiao has always remembered the revenge that the Xianjiao had for the Jiejiao.

"However, some disciples of the Chan Sect have come to assist us this time. Perhaps we can ask them to help us with some magic weapons."

After some careful consideration, Li Ziting finally spoke slowly.

"You are now the Son of Heaven and the leader of the righteous path. You can do whatever you say."

Qiong Xiao was quite impressed with Li Ziting. Almost all the quasi-saint-level warriors from the other alien race were instantly killed by Li Ziting as soon as they appeared.

And its power is even stronger than that of Senior Brother Duobao.

Moreover, her sister Fairy Yunxiao also said that Li Ziting is currently the strongest among them.

However, Qiong Xiao felt that Li Chunyang's strength was likely to be stronger than Li Ziting's. Li Ziting came from behind, but Li Chunyang was the reincarnation of the God of Death, so there was no way he could be so weak.

This kid Li Chunyang must have some hidden card.