Zhang Ling understood the meaning in Senior Brother Tianfeng's words.
His mind flickered with the thought of hiding in a deserted place to avoid the upcoming war.
However, he quickly dismissed this idea and changed direction, flying towards Baichuan City.
He could hide temporarily, but not forever.
If the Twelve Immortal Cities were to completely fall, their neutral country's cultivators would be in a dire situation, losing their spiritual veins, training grounds, territories, and spiritual mines in an instant.
When the nest is overturned, no egg remains unbroken.
The pros and cons were clear, not just to rogue cultivators and low-level cultivators, but certainly to those with sects.
Moreover, the human race's power was not limited to the Twelve Immortal Cities.
With the war reaching this point, resisting the alien demons was no longer solely the pressure of the Immortal Cities.
Both the righteous and demonic paths, as well as the Lin Hai Immortal Alliance, would never allow the alien demon race to grow stronger.
As he flew towards Baichuan City, he saw many cultivators hurrying along the way, mostly high-level cultivators heading in roughly the same direction as him.
While passing over a high mountain, Zhang Ling noticed two huge flying spirit boats shuttling through the clouds, heading towards Baichuan City.
These two flying spirit boats were pure black and not ordinary merchant ships, bearing a special symbol: a ball of dark blue flame, indicating they were warships.
Zhang Ling recognized it immediately as the symbol of the Demonic Path, the Demon Luo Sect.
The Demon Luo Sect was guarded by a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, the Red Demon Elder, and was the leading demonic sect alongside the Joyful Union Sect.
Subsequently, he saw more and more flying boats and warships bearing the symbols of various sects, confirming that the righteous and demonic forces knew of the situation here and were mobilizing cultivators to reinforce them.
However, this also confirmed that the war with the alien demon race was more brutal than ever before.
After a day and a night!
Zhang Ling flew past a rocky mountainous area and saw a long, silver river surging across the land.
It was just dawn, and the cold moonlight shone on the turbulent water, creating a spectacular sight. Only cultivators could see such a view; on the ground, one could only sense the surging water.
The Baichuan River was the largest river crossing the Lianyun Mountain Range, formed by the confluence of thousands of streams, spanning several Immortal Cities and hundreds of thousands of miles of water.
Baichuan City was named after it, and crossing the Baichuan River led to Baichuan City. The current section of the river was the widest, said to be eight hundred miles wide.
Zhang Ling continued forward, descending slightly to fly a hundred feet above the river, feeling the heavy moisture and the light mist drifting on the surface, making for a pleasant scene.
After flying over the water for a hundred miles, he suddenly narrowed his eyes, looking ahead.
The water ahead was shrouded in mist, and his divine sense detected several spiritual power fluctuations, indicating that cultivators were fighting.
Could it be alien demons?
Zhang Ling slowed down, continuing forward. He was not far from Baichuan City, and even if he encountered powerful alien demon cultivators, he would not need to worry.
Therefore, there was no need to deliberately hide.
A series of loud booms came from ahead, and a dazzling light burst open, forming a scorching gale that dispersed the water vapor. A blurry black light, wrapped around a figure, flew away quickly as if fleeing for its life.
Behind it, a firelight and a golden light closely pursued.
Zhang Ling sensed that the person in the black light was practicing demonic arts and had a Nascent Soul cultivation, though his aura was unstable, suggesting he was injured. He wasn't sure if it was an alien demon.
However, he quickly determined that the person in the black light must be an alien demon.
Because the golden light behind him enveloped a gray-haired middle-aged man, also with a Nascent Soul cultivation.
This person wore a dark blue robe with an ancient 'water' character embroidered on the chest, the uniform of the Baichuan City Law Enforcement Elder.
The firelight was a woman, also wearing the same blue robe. Their identities were obvious: the Law Enforcement Elders of Baichuan City.
At this time, the cultivator being pursued by them was very likely an alien demon.
"The fellow Daoist in front, we are the Elders of Baichuan City. This person is a spy of the alien demon race, please help us capture him!" The gray-haired middle-aged man in the golden light noticed Zhang Ling and quickly called out.
The blue-robed female cultivator also looked delighted and added, "Please help us, fellow Daoist. We will definitely reward you handsomely afterwards."
The two revealed their identities, and Zhang Ling stopped his flight. After a slight hesitation, he launched three flying swords, attacking the person in the black light.
The black light contained a bald-browed man who noticed him as well.
His face darkened, and he roared angrily, "Get out of my way!" A large amount of black gas surged from his body, impacting like sound waves.
The three flying swords seemed to hit hard earth and stone, pausing in the air and failing to strike the enemy. Zhang Ling was surprised, wondering if this person practiced sonic techniques.
Taking this opportunity, the bald-browed man plunged towards the water below, his figure turning into a wave of water upon contact, becoming blurred.
"Not good, this person is proficient in water escape technique!" The gray-haired middle-aged man's face darkened, and he quickly threw out a blue, glittering water net, which also plunged into the water.
But he was still a step too late, afraid he couldn't trap the enemy.
"Water escape, huh?"
Zhang Ling raised an eyebrow, and a dark object fell from his sleeve, plunging into the water even faster.
Two or three breaths later, the water surface churned, and the originally greenish water instantly turned pitch black, with huge ice thorns bursting out.
A terrifying force of extreme cold spread around, and the water surface within hundreds of feet had turned into a black ice surface.
With a loud boom, the two largest ice thorns collided, piercing a transparent figure. It was the bald-browed man who had escaped into the water earlier.
Black gas emerged from his body, and he broke free from the ice. His face turned extremely pale, and a patch of crimson appeared on his chest, indicating he was injured.
The bald-browed man stared at the water in disbelief, as if there was something terrifying beneath the surface.
But he had no time to react. The black ice surface cracked inch by inch in a burst of black light, turning back into black water, forming a giant snake thirty to forty feet long that wrapped around him.
At the same time, Zhang Ling's three flying swords slashed over with a sizzling sound.
The gray-haired middle-aged man's water net magic weapon, emitting blue flames, came over. There was also a series of fireballs, the blue-robed woman's attack.
All were unceremoniously thrown at him.
The bald-browed man dared not delay, and blue water shields floated around him, resisting the numerous attacks.
He summoned a black water flag. The top of the water flag was wrapped with a circle of blue beads, like a string of prayer beads, emitting a glittering blue light.
As the water flag fluttered, the water flow of the Baichuan River was drawn, and the water flowed backward, setting off several layers of hundred-foot-high waves.
With constant popping sounds, hundreds of strange water vortices rotated in the waves, and countless high-speed rotating blue water arrows spread in all directions.
"High-level water magic, Ten Thousand Water Arrows."
This scene made the gray-haired middle-aged man and the blue-robed woman's faces change. One summoned a blue shield, and the other had several layers of flame shields in front of her to resist the attack.
As for Zhang Ling, he was expressionless, only yellow light flashing on his body, and three Xuan Guang shields had condensed outside his body. His figure moved quickly, dodging the water arrow attacks.
At the same time, his mind moved, and the Xuan Turtle hidden in the water once again used its means.
With a dragon's roar, a behemoth emerged from the water. It turned out to be a giant turtle nearly a hundred feet in size.
The Xuan Turtle raised its dragon-like head, and blue-black lightning flashed in its mouth, spraying out a dazzling blue-black electric light. It was the cultivated Water Astral Divine Thunder.
With a loud boom, it broke through several layers of water shields and hit the bald-browed man.
At this moment, the ancient gemstone mirror that could release Water Astral Divine Thunder was also in the Xuan Turtle's mouth. This Water Astral Divine Thunder impact was not just the power of the stone mirror. It was even more powerful than using the stone mirror alone.
This was because the Xuan Turtle had also condensed a lot of Water Astral Divine Thunder in its body.
The Xuan Turtle originally did not master this supernatural power, but Zhang Ling had the Weak Thunder Technique he had obtained before, which recorded the cultivation method of Water Astral Divine Thunder.
He had also cultivated it himself, but his spiritual power was pure earth spiritual power, and the attributes were somewhat mutually exclusive, making cultivation difficult.
However, with the Xuan Turtle, it was naturally blessed to cultivate Water Astral Divine Thunder.
The Xuan Turtle was originally an ice-attribute demon turtle, proficient in ice and water spiritual power. Water Astral Divine Thunder was a supernatural power with yin thunder attributes. With the help of the stone mirror ancient treasure, cultivation was naturally not slow.
After the Water Astral Divine Thunder impact, a large area of blue-black electric light spread in the air, as if the air had been corroded, and a sizzling sound came.
A black light flashed, and a mass of black gas rushed out, only about ten feet in size. But it rushed towards the distance extremely quickly, disappearing in a flash, and appearing twenty or thirty feet away in another flash.
"Another teleportation?"
Zhang Ling narrowed his eyes, sensing that the black gas was wrapped around a black baby, fleeing in a panic. It was the bald-browed man's Nascent Soul spirit body.
He snorted coldly and quickly pointed at his own brow. A cyan silk thread lit up at the brow. A small, exquisite ink-cyan lotus flew out and disappeared with a gentle shake.
At this time, the black Nascent Soul, which had used teleportation, had already escaped two or three hundred feet away.
Suddenly, the bald-browed man felt a special chill sweeping through his body, and he couldn't help but shudder. Then, he seemed to have suffered some kind of heavy blow, letting out a miserable scream, and the Nascent Soul spirit body became unstable, falling from the air.
It fell seven or eight feet before stabilizing the Nascent Soul. But there was no chance to use teleportation to escape again. A gray hand directly grabbed it.
Zhang Ling also appeared not far away, waving the Four Directions Flag in his hand. The gray hand was transformed by the gray mist of the Four Directions Flag. Inside, black light was flashing, and the black Nascent Soul was constantly impacting, trying to escape.
His hands moved quickly, and he shot out more than a dozen yellow spiritual powers, condensing into a series of yellow auras, covering the black Nascent Soul, wanting to completely restrain the black Nascent Soul.
However, before these auras could land on the black Nascent Soul, the black Nascent Soul also knew that there was no possibility of survival. It stared angrily at Zhang Ling's direction and let out a roar. "Let's die together."
Blue cracks appeared on the black Nascent Soul, and it shattered like porcelain with a bang. A terrifying black light wave spread around.
It instantly shattered the imprisonment of the Four Directions Flag.
The corner of Zhang Ling's mouth twitched. While quickly retreating, he sacrificed the Yellow Luo Umbrella to protect his whole body. The Xuan Turtle in the water also rushed up at once, turning into a black-silver light and blocking in front of him.
The cultivation of a Nascent Soul cultivator is all above the Nascent Soul. The power of the Nascent Soul's self-destruction is extraordinary.
Although this was the water surface, the power of the black Nascent Soul's self-destruction instantly radiated to fifty or sixty miles away.
The water surface was turbulent, and a huge water hole was blasted out. Wave after wave of water waves spread outwards.
Fortunately, the terrifying power dissipated after a few breaths.
Zhang Ling was knocked back a hundred feet and was not harmed in any way. The Xuan Turtle blocked most of the impact. Even without the Xuan Turtle, he could withstand this power with his own defense.
The Xuan Turtle shook its huge body, and the black-silver light blooming on its body was put away, and there was no problem.
The Xuan Turtle's defense was originally top-notch, and the black-silver light on its body was a special solid spiritual light formed by swallowing Tiangang Silver through the cultivation of the Gluttonous Devouring Spirit Art. It was definitely a top defense.
The gray-haired middle-aged man and the blue-robed woman were also impacted by the power of the Nascent Soul's self-destruction. But they were some distance away just now, and they easily resisted it.
At this moment, they flew over, both looking at Zhang Ling and the Xuan Turtle in surprise. "Fellow Daoist is so powerful, and this spirit beast is really incredible. Thank you Fellow Daoist for helping to kill this thief. May I ask for Fellow Daoist's honorable name?"
"You two are too polite, I am Zhang Ling from the Hao Yuan Sect."
Zhang Ling glanced at the two of them, then gently patted the Xuan Turtle's head, and the Xuan Turtle quickly shrank, turning into a miniature turtle, hiding in his sleeve.
The Xuan Turtle contributed greatly to this battle.
But in fact, he did not let the Xuan Turtle expose its eighth-order demon beast cultivation. The spiritual power on its body only showed the extent of a seventh-order demon beast.
He only used two attacks. He stopped the enemy who used the water escape technique to escape in the water, and the Water Astral Divine Thunder just now. But they were all decisive. And he also took a little advantage of the sneak attack. Otherwise, it would not be so easy to stop a Nascent Soul cultivator.
Of course, he himself used the Green Lotus in his sea of consciousness to perform a soul-shocking stab attack, which was also decisive.
Seeing the two people in front of him, still staring at him up and down in surprise. "Two fellow Daoists, how could alien demons appear here?" Zhang Ling clapped his hands and asked.
Hearing the question, the gray-haired middle-aged man came back to his senses and laughed dryly. "Let Zhang Daoist laugh, is Daoist also here to reinforce Baichuan City? As for this person, alas, let's talk as we walk."
Zhang Ling responded and followed the two towards Baichuan City.
