Zuo Mo lay on the ground, with three Golden Armor Guards standing beside him.

  His body was like a sponge, constantly absorbing the earth's energy from underground. The 14-week spiritual power circulation exceeded his physical limit, and the terrifying spiritual power almost destroyed his arms.

  The uncontrolled spiritual power flowed through his body, and the earth's energy was like a fire brigade, desperately repairing Zuo Mo's body.

  Shattered, repaired, shattered again, repaired again...

  Zuo Mo's body was like a battlefield, the intensity of the battle far exceeding imagination. His limbs twitched from time to time, looking very eerie. No one noticed that with each blow, the impurities contained in his flesh and blood would be refined in an instant.

  The earth's energy followed, like a life-giving adhesive that remolded the shattered flesh and blood.

  This is just the beginning.

  The golden crow's flames stirred restlessly, having completely lost their restraint. They spread quietly and merged with the spiritual energy, beginning a new destruction, with power surging violently.

  The Five-Colored Luminous Pearl sensed the crisis and slowly rotated on its own, absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy. At the same time, a strand of pure Five Elements essence was released, mixed with the earth's energy to repair Zuo Mo's body.

  Zuo Mo's entire body was covered in flickering magic tattoos. The three golden-armored guards standing beside him didn't move at all, like clay statues holding swords and standing still.

  Suddenly, Zuo Mo's stiff and wooden face was like a pot of boiling rice porridge, with bubbles churning and transforming, looking extremely terrifying.

  Golden Crow Fire and Spiritual Energy entered his face, wreaking havoc. Earth Qi and the Five Elements followed closely behind, and both sides began a new struggle on his face.

  In the sea of knowledge, Pu's expression was solemn.

  The complexity of the current situation has exceeded his expectations and also exceeded the category of his ability to cope. His narrow, knife-like lips can no longer see any of his usual sarcasm and ridicule, only deep bitterness and helplessness.

  Ever since he escaped from the Lian Yao Tower, his powers have been constantly draining away.

  Although he had expected it, he still hadn't thought that his power would drain so quickly. Compared to when he first met Zuo Mo, his current strength was less than a quarter of what it used to be.

  This bit of strength was already insufficient to support him in re-selecting a soul to bind with.

  His face was extremely ugly, and a flash of ferocity flickered in his eyes. Unfortunately, the resentment in his heart had nowhere to vent, and he could only rack his brains to think of any secret techniques that might be suitable for Zuo Mo's current situation.

  Pffft!

  Zuo Mo's face suddenly exploded, blood splashing everywhere. His face had been altered by someone, with many blood clots and tumors under the skin, which was the real reason for his stiff and wooden expression. The Golden Crow Fire and spiritual energy mixed together, like a raging storm, sweeping away these blood clots and tumors in an instant.

  The earth's energy, mixed with the five elements' origin, is like a loyal guardian, and wherever it passes, the exploded flesh and blood stop bleeding and grow new flesh at a visible speed.

  The same battle is happening in every corner of Mo's body.

  Constantly bursting with flesh and blood, constantly scabbing over, gradually, the scabs on Luo Mo's body grew thicker and thicker.

  The evil spirit in the sea of knowledge was also anxious, a flash of inspiration in his mind, he remembered a situation on Wu Kong Mountain, he suddenly turned his face and shouted loudly at the tombstone.

  "What are you waiting for?"

  A dark cloud-shrouded tombstone suddenly produced a suction force, and the surrounding dark clouds were all sucked into the tombstone.

  The black tombstone became even more profound and jet-black, its surface as shiny as a mirror.

  Suddenly, on the tombstone, there was a faint, shifting light and shadow.

  Gradually, the light and shadow on the tombstone became clearer and clearer, as if it were a human figure!

  The figure was very vague and its face was difficult to discern, but with the appearance of the figure, a majestic aura suddenly descended.

  Pu You stared blankly at the blurry yet familiar figure on the tombstone, as if she had been cast with a petrification spell, motionless.

  "The mountain valley twenty miles ahead is the old nest of Chi Zun Zhe." Xie Shan was familiar with the terrain, and he had been entangled in a fierce battle with Chi Zun Zhe for a long time, so he knew the roots and the bottom. In his heart, there was also a lingering fear that if something happened to the boss, he would die without even knowing what hit him.

  Gongsun Zhi did not hesitate and calmly said: "Kill!"

  As soon as the words fell, the team that was originally advancing in a conical formation suddenly changed, with both wings expanding outward, like two giant pincers, pressing forward with momentum.

  The other side will naturally be on guard with such a big fanfare.

  Seven cultivators rose into the air and approached them, one of whom opened his mouth to ask: "You..."

  "Kill!" Gong Sun Chi was uninterested in arguing with his opponent and directly interrupted him.

  Three small teams like three flashes of lightning, without a word of courtesy, rushed straight at the seven people.

  These seven cultivators apparently did not expect Gong Sun to make a move without even saying hello, and they were immediately flustered.

  "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

  One of the cultivators had practiced a technique like "Thunderous Sound", and as he opened his mouth to shout, the remaining sound reverberated through the mountains! The opponent came with a fierce and murderous aura, and after the seven people's initial shock, they quickly organized their resistance.

  This is their lair, as long as they can entangle the opponent for a moment, their support will arrive. The cultivators who are still alive in Xiaoshan are all old birds with very rich combat experience. What to do and what not to do, everyone's heart is clear.

  "Form up!" someone at the front shouted.

  The other six people stood up in their positions, and all the flying swords and treasures were released from their hands.

  But immediately afterwards, the faces of the seven people changed greatly!

  The other party's small team came rushing over, and surprisingly, there was no sign of slowing down at all, and they charged straight towards them!

  Three people, like small awls, with flying swords in their hands, operating to the extreme, swallowing and spitting out long sword tips! Three sword tips merged and combined, forming a terrifying sword tip over two zhang wide and ten zhang long!

  Waaah!

  The giant sword ripped through the air with a deafening explosion, stunning the hearts of men!

  The seven people never thought that the other party's attack would be so resolute, so merciless! It was too crazy! Such a merciless attack, although fierce, is equivalent to abandoning all changes. As long as the enemy resists or dodges, these three people will become lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

  Seven people subconsciously chose to scatter and hide.

  It is unwise to confront such a fierce attack head-on.

  The seven people who had scattered like birds suddenly found that their newly formed formation had vanished into thin air.

  The three men with the giant sword-like aura were like a sharp giant sword, easily cutting through the seven people. The other two teams that followed closely behind were like cheetahs that had smelled blood, approaching stealthily. The seven people who had just been scattered were quickly divided into several parts.

  And at this time, there were constantly practitioners flying up into the sky from the mountain valley.

  No need for Gongsun Zan's order, the two wings' troops started attacking spontaneously.

  Triple Wave Crash!

  In squadrons, wave after wave of charging, as if there was no end. Each squadron, each charge, absolutely did not entangle in the slightest, but left space for other squadrons behind them.

  The three-section wave killing technique is the first tactic that Gong Sun Diao learned, and it is also the most skilled tactical movement he has used so far. Now, his three-section wave killing technique is completely different from before, and its style is vastly different from Pu Yao's three-section wave killing technique.

  The three-section wave-style thrust of the Pú Yāo is even more powerful, like a heavy hammer, with momentum like a thousand jun, using force to break cleverness.

  Gongsun Zhi's three-section wave-style charge is even more varied and changeable, especially skilled at cutting down and disintegrating the enemy.

  If Pu Songling's three-segment wave killing technique is like a big hammer, then Gongsun Zhi's three-segment wave killing technique is like a small hammer paired with a small knife. It uses the small knife to dismember the opponent and then uses the small hammer to crush them. In terms of pure power, his three-segment wave killing technique is far inferior to Pu Songling's, and in many places it still appears immature and needs improvement. However, in terms of efficiency, it has already reached a certain level.

  There are several small teams, constantly charging and killing in the enemy formation, like sharp daggers!

  Dismemberment is the butcher's specialty.

  The former butcher gazed coldly at the chaotic battlefield, as if staring at a corpse of a spiritual beast, every route of his knife was so clear in his eyes.

  He continuously issued micro-adjustment commands through the telepathic necklace. The Golden Armor Guards were left in the camp to protect his senior brother, and the targets controlled by the telepathic necklace were also changed to several small teams. Under Gong Sun's continuous adjustments, the entire team was like a precise machine, operating faster and more harmoniously.

  Unlike a chaotic charge and dispersal, the cultivators under him maintained a three-person combat unit, thus always forming a local advantage of many against few.

  After a while, Gong Sun Zhi stopped adjusting and stared at the battlefield without saying a word.

  They have a firm grip on the battle!

  Whether in terms of tactics or personal strength, the cultivators under his command have a comprehensive advantage. This period is the time when the individual strength of the camp's cultivators has made rapid progress. With a large supply of crystal stones and the addition of Black Refining Potions and Engraved Symbol Arrays, everyone's strength has been improved to varying degrees.

  With a rage that almost took his life, the cold gaze of the young woman behind him was like a thorn in his back. Every small team went crazy. No one dared to hold back, nor would anyone hold back.

  Xie Shanshou stood beside Gong Sunchi, and as the strongest cultivator in the camp, he was promoted to be Xiaoniang's personal guard.

  If he had been told in the past that he would one day become a guard for someone else, let alone a young cultivator who was only at the foundation building stage.

  But now, he didn't have the slightest regret in his heart. Looking at the battlefield where their cultivators firmly held the initiative, those dazzling tactical combinations made him admire them endlessly.

  This is the level! The level you absolutely can't have yourself!

  In this chaotic era, an individual's strength is insignificant, and it is only at such a level that true power lies!

  He gazed sympathetically at the cultivators in the sky who were still desperately resisting. From time to time, a cultivator would suddenly fall from the sky like a kite with a broken string. Falling from such a high place, unless they were skilled in body refinement meditation, other cultivators wouldn't have even half a chance of survival.

  The Red Venerable raised his head and glanced at the sky, his face ashen.

  It's just a matter of days...

  He didn't expect the other party to attack at such a critical moment, nor did he expect the other party's strength to be so formidable, and his own cultivators were no match for them.

  He knew Xie Shan from afar, but his gaze fell more on the young man beside Xie Shan.

  He knew he had no chance of turning things around.

  "Surrender!"

  The Red Venerable muttered three words that even he himself did not dare believe.