Without staying for too long, Jiang Chen turned into a stream of light and left. No one in the city noticed that the moment Jiang Chen left, the essence of the devils left in the void by Jiang Chen were all collected. For the Zulong Tower, these were all nourishment. Although the level of these devils was too low compared to Jiang Chen, there were too many devils on this battlefield. This time, Jiang Chen wanted to let the Zulong Tower absorb as much as it could.
The cultivators who were saved in the city bowed in the direction where Jiang Chen left. They would never forget such a life-saving grace. In their hearts, the status of the Ancient people instantly soared. People in the Western Region originally believed in Buddhism and worshiped the Great Leiyin Temple.
But today, when they were in trouble, the one who saved them was not the Great Leiyin Temple, but the genius of the Ancient people.
"Waging war with the Devil Race is a matter of the world. Ancient people are the ones who really think for the common people."
The City Lord sighed.
"City Lord, what should we do now? Should we run for our lives? "
Someone asked.
"If you want to run, you can run by yourself. I will not run. My home is gone, and my family is dead. If I can't kill devils in my lifetime, even if I live, I will be a walking corpse."
"That's right. I will not run either. Let's go to other battlefields to kill devils. Now, the whole Western Region is full of devils. There are battlefields everywhere. If we survive, we have to do our part."
… …
The crowd was stirred up. Everyone's eyes were red. Looking at the destroyed homes and the broken corpses of their loved ones, even if they survived, their hearts were bleeding. The war was too cruel. Devils were originally a race that had no humanity. Now that Jiang Chen had saved them, did they really have to run away?
"Alright, let's leave now. We will go to other battlefields to kill devils and protect our homes."
The City Lord's aura shook as he led the remaining people in a certain direction.
Jiang Chen was not in a hurry to enter the main battlefield. He first wanted to establish his prestige for the Ancient people, because he was very clear that the war with the Devil Race, although only in the Western Region, would affect the entire Human Race. This was a great opportunity for the Ancient people to make a name for themselves, so he must not miss it.
Among the eight regions, the Western Region was the smallest, but it still spanned tens of millions of kilometers. There were countless cities of various sizes. Just the outlying cities like the one he had saved earlier numbered in the thousands.
These outer cities weren't the main battlefield, but at this moment, it was truly doomsday. Some cultivators had fled the moment the fiend-devils had started attacking, but there were still many who hadn't fled and were fighting fiercely with the fiend-devils.
They couldn't get help from the Great Thunderclap Temple, and they couldn't even get help from the eight races of the Pure Land. They could only fend for themselves. At this time, a white-robed young man turned into the savior of the world. He stepped through the blue dome of heaven and walked on the outskirts of the Western Domain. He flew above one city after another. Wherever he went, the evil demons would wail and die miserably.
The level of the devils in the outlying region was too low. To Jiang Chen, he could kill all of them effortlessly. Jiang Chen's gust of wind had also made the Ancient people famous. The name 'Gu Chen' began to spread rapidly in the Western Region. Indistinctly, the reputation of the Ancient people had far surpassed the Great Lightning Tune Temple.
While Jiang Chen began his frenzied massacre, many Minor Saint geniuses of the eight families of the Pure Land had also appeared. They had entered the battlefield in the outlying region, which could be considered as relieving the pressure of these cities.
After all, the attack of the devils was too fierce at the beginning. Not only were there a lot of them, there were also many tyrannical Great Devil Saints among them. The battle with the Great Lightning Tune Temple had been intense. Six of the eight families of the Pure Land were disheartened because Jiang Chen had killed their patriarch and Sixth Grade Great Saint elders. They didn't have much enthusiasm to fight against the devil race. Plus, the true experts of Saint Origin Palace hadn't arrived yet, so they didn't dare to let their geniuses enter the battlefield of the Western Region.
Now, with the arrival of the experts of Saint Origin Palace, the geniuses of the eight families of the Pure Land had also arrived. This was the beginning of the great war between humans and devils.
This was a tragic battle in the human world, but this kind of battle was not without benefits for human cultivators. The path of cultivation was originally going against the heavens, like rowing a boat against the current. All of the famous figures in history had stepped on piles of bones and experienced many life and death situations before they could achieve their achievements.
Therefore, the war with the devil race was also a process of human growth. It was also a stepping stone for the geniuses to mature. The path of cultivation had always been cruel. Some people would rise and some would fall.
Without a doubt, Jiang Chen was the biggest beneficiary of this battle. He was now, and he would be in the future. He had been in the Western Region for an hour, and the number of devils that had died in his hands was at least ten thousand.
With such a huge number of devils, Jiang Chen didn't let go of all the essence of the devils. All of them were absorbed by the Zulong Tower. The fourth level of the Zulong Tower had begun to condense gradually.
The ninety-nine levels of the Ancestral Dragon Pagoda was the same as Jiang Chen's dragon marks. The higher the level, the harder it would be to condense. Therefore, condensing the fourth level of the pagoda would be much more difficult than condensing the third level.
The best way to condense the Zulong Tower was to absorb energy. The grade of the devils that Jiang Chen had killed before was too low. It wouldn't have much effect on the condensation of the Zulong Tower.
While Jiang Chen was wandering around the periphery of the battlefield, the battle in the Great Lightning Tune Temple had already begun. Countless devils besieged the Great Lightning Tune Temple. Apart from the eminent monks of the Great Lightning Tune Temple, there were also many experts of Saint Origin Palace.
At this moment, the few Eighth Grade Great Saints of the Ancient people had joined the battle. Some of them had joined the battle and were locked in a fierce battle with the Eighth Grade Great Saints of the Devil Race.
The current Great Lightning Tune Temple was no longer the Great Lightning Tune Temple of the past. The Buddha Sect had declined too fast. In the past thousand years, there was only one Ancestor Greenlotus. Compared to such a huge battlefield, the current Great Lightning Tune Temple was even more vulnerable. There wasn't even an Eighth Grade Great Saint in the entire Great Lightning Tune Temple.
Greenlotus Mountain!
This place was not far from the Great Leiyin Monastery, and it was also one of the main battlefields. All the mountain peaks outside of Mount Greenlotus had been destroyed, and there were huge pits everywhere. Tens of thousands of demons were charging towards Mount Greenlotus.
At this moment, outside Greenlotus Mountain, a white-haired youth was standing majestically. The devil waves emitted from his body were much scarier than those devils. Both of his hands were covered with devil blood. It was the blood of the enemies, the blood of the devils. The corpses of the devils could be piled up into a mountain under his feet.
The youth was none other than Han Yan. To Han Yan, such a battlefield was simply a dream. As the mighty Gu Tianmo Physique, he could absorb the essence and devil soul of all devils to enhance his cultivation base.
In other words, his means were almost the same as Jiang Chen's in such a battlefield. They were both the biggest nemesis of the devils.
"Little friend, be careful. That's a powerful Fifth Grade Great Saint. It won't be easy to deal with him."
Below, in front of the gate of Greenlotus Mountain, an old monk covered in blood was sitting cross-legged. He couldn't help but say worriedly while looking at the huge Devil Saint opposite of Han Yan. The old monk was Great Master Ran Feng. He was only a Second Grade Great Saint now. He had been seriously injured in the previous battle. If it wasn't for Han Yan's timely arrival, he was afraid that he would have been killed by the frenzied attacks of the devils.
The devil race hated the people of Buddha Sect to the core. That was why their attacks were incomparably fierce. Currently, the leader of the devils standing opposite of Han Yan was a powerful Fifth Grade Great Saint.
"Don't worry, Great Master. I won't let these devils disturb Tyrant's peaceful cultivation."
Han Yan said. He already knew that Tyrant was at the most critical moment of his seclusion. He must not be disturbed.
After Jiang Chen left, Tyrant only used a dozen minutes to break through to the Great Saint realm and successfully attracted the Nine Major Tribulation. However, after the tribulation, Tyrant still hadn't come out of seclusion. To him, the power of the relic left behind by Ancestor Greenlotus was too great. The extent of his growth wouldn't be as simple as a First Grade Great Saint.
Looking at Tyrant's progress, Great Master Ran Feng was incomparably excited. On the day of the Devil Race's attack, Tyrant had already broken through to the Third Grade Great Saint. Even now, he was still going strong. According to Great Master Ran Feng's estimation, Tyrant would at least be at the peak of the Fifth Grade Great Saint when he came out of seclusion, or even the Sixth Grade Great Saint.
After all, the relic that was fused with the Immortal Soul was too terrifying. Tyrant had inherited the inheritance of Ancestor Greenlotus. It could be said that he was part of the lineage of inheritance. Naturally, refining the relic would be a piece of cake for him.
Currently, there was a faintly discernible aura emanating from the Greenlotus Mountain. This aura was sometimes strong, sometimes weak. This was the aura of Tyrant, indicating that he had reached the most critical juncture, the final step of his closed-door cultivation. Once he succeeded, he would definitely shock the world.
This was the most critical step that couldn't be disturbed. Otherwise, the loss that Tyrant would suffer would be immeasurable.
In the face of the powerful devil's attack, Great Master Ran Feng was already in despair, but Han Yan's timely appearance gave him hope again.
"A pure Ancient Divine Devil's physique. I really didn't expect that there would be such an existence among humans. Unfortunately, your strength is still too weak. If I kill you, I will directly devour your Ancient Divine Devil bloodline. At that time, my cultivation will advance and I will be invincible. Kaka …"
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