Monk Jian Qing, who had severely injured hundreds of top cultivators with his formless power, did not seem like a monk at all. His fiery temper was not any weaker than the irascible top cultivators of the Sand Demon Lair.
As he waved the staff in his hand, he could severely injure several top cultivators with every strike.
"Senior Brother, you must not kill too many people," the clean-faced monk reminded Jian Qing anxiously as he defeated several top cultivators who were charging at him with a wave of his palm.
"That's none of your business. Why should I fear the karma of killing? I won't be able to rest in peace as long as these animals are not destroyed!" Jian Qing spoke in a low voice while he waved the scepter in his hand with even greater vigor.
The clean-faced monk shook his head helplessly. His Senior Brother even dared to go against Eldest Senior Brother's words, why would he listen to him?
The battle was at its climax.
The ancestral level top cultivators' lives became the most worthless existence. Countless broken treasures and true swords fell into the cracked ground with their respective owners.
This place became their common burial ground.
A tragic battle could always trigger a resonance. Even though he was a Derived Immortal, in the battle of twenty to thirty thousand top cultivators, his effect was minimal.
Cui Jing, who was envious, tightened his belt and flew forward with his eight-foot staff.
Cui Jing, who was only an ancestral level top cultivator, could fight against ordinary Derived Immortals with the support of the blood qi in the Sand Demon Lair's territory.
"Don't you think that guy's brain is not working well? He's so dumb," Chen Qing commented as he watched Cui Jing's back.
Chun Qiu touched his chin and said, "He is not very smart. I guess he is used to running amok in this evil land and needs to be beaten up."
Jian Wushuang still did not speak. He was quietly observing the situation.
At the same time, he had a premonition that although the top cultivators of the Sand Demon Lair looked ferocious, they would definitely not be able to defend the Sand Demon Lair. It was only a matter of time before the city was breached.
At that time, he might be able to find an opportunity to get close to those monks.
Jian Wushuang would definitely try his best to pull out the Karma and the Great Killing Calamity that he carried on his back, even though it seemed fine and might never be triggered, it was like a thorn that Jian Wushuang would definitely try to pull out.
If these monks couldn't do anything about it, then he could only wait for his strength to recover, and then try his best to work with Di Qing to wipe out the entire Heaven Region.
Jian Wushuang had never been an excessively kind person. Ever since he started out as an insignificant being, ascended to the Eon God Realm, and then entered the Great Yan World by himself, he had always used principles as the yardstick.
One of the Celestial Regions wanted to harm him, that was the reason. Since there was a reason, there would be a result. It wasn't impossible for the Celestial Regions to be destroyed.
Monk Jian Qing continuously formed hand seals to force back the top cultivators that kept appearing in front of him.
The ten monks who were all Derived Immortals were already faintly showing signs of turning the tide of the battle.
However, among the ten monks, one of them did not make a move. Or to be more precise, he did not participate in the battle.
He was like an ascetic monk who had experienced the vicissitudes of life between his brows. He moved forward slowly, as if he was aloof from worldly affairs.
Occasionally, top cultivators would attack him, but they would be forced back by the clear radiance that enveloped his body.
The ten Derived Immortals were able to suppress the Sand Demon Cave, which had almost no Derived Immortals.
The originally insufferably arrogant and crazy top cultivators of the Sand Demon Cave were retreating step by step. Their numbers had also been reduced from more than twenty thousand to less than half.
If it wasn't for the murderous aura domain, the casualties would have been even more severe.
Jian Qing was like a raging bull. He had already locked onto Cui Jing the moment he joined the battle. Then, he wielded his Black Metal Meditation Staff and fought back.
After a short exchange of ten breaths, Cui Jing's strength had declined. He was secretly complaining in his heart, and the area between his thumb and index finger that was holding the eight-foot staff had started to crack.
"What an evil creature. Grandpa will send you to your death today!"
With a deep shout, Jian Qing changed his position and carried the Black Metal Meditation Staff on his shoulder. Then, he threw a Meteor Fall at Cui Jing's abdomen.
At this moment, he only felt his vision darken. The eight-foot staff was bent to a strange degree, and his entire body flew backward like a cannonball.
"Rumble!"
Jian Wushuang felt the city wall beneath him tremble violently. Then, there were faint sounds of collapsing.
Cui Jing's entire body was completely embedded several meters deep into the city wall. He almost blasted a huge hole in the city wall.
"Ah … Damn bald donkey, I'm not done with you." Cui Jing pulled himself out of the hole in the wall with difficulty. All his bones seemed to have fallen apart.
Just as the top cultivators of the sect, led by Jian Qing, were unstoppable, a unique aura descended on the battlefield again.
The sand rushed wildly, and the sky was chaotic.
From the shattered ground, a giant sand statue that was hundreds of thousands of feet tall quietly rose.
Then, facing the army of top cultivators led by Jian Qing, two huge palms covered the sky and came down fiercely.
Jian Qing suddenly raised his head. He was shocked and raised his staff to block it.
However, the huge force that was beyond his imagination directly sent over a hundred top cultivators, including him, flying away.
For a moment, the disadvantageous situation was suppressed.
Jian Qing, who flew hundreds of feet backward, stood still in the air. Then, he could not help but drip a stream of divine blood from the corner of his mouth.
That aura was so powerful that it was quite strenuous for him to resist it with all his strength.
At this moment, all the top cultivators' gazes were gathered on that giant sand statue that was hundreds of thousands of feet tall.
Every top cultivator of the Sand Demon Lair had a fanatical expression in their eyes.
On the forehead of that giant sand statue sat a tall and beautiful woman. Her figure was faintly discernible under the cloak.
Her expression was cold. With a wave of her hand, she controlled the giant sand statue below her to kill more than ten top cultivators.
Jian Wushuang, who was watching this scene from afar, could not help but focus his gaze.
This Goddess Sha, who had also not transcended the Derived Immortal level, gave him a sense of transcendence at this moment.
If the previous Goddess Sha was at most a peak Derived Immortal like Chen Qing, then the current her seemed to have taken that step.
However, the next scene was even more shocking.
The giant sand statue waved its huge palms that covered the sky and suppressed all the incoming enemies. However, in the next moment, a clear light wheel that was hundreds of thousands of feet large and could not be ignored appeared.
There was a pair of withered palms that emitted millions of wisps of clear light. They put their palms together and pressed down on the giant sand statue's palms.
The two collided, and endless gravel and ashes fell down.
Every fine crack on the withered palms that were put together could be easily seen. They emitted a kind of intimidating aura.
Jian Wushuang saw clearly that this magnificent move was released by the bearded old monk who had not made a move since the beginning of the chaotic battle.
The black ring bead on his neck began to emit a kind of strange light.
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