Traveling through time to cultivate immortality: a life and death test

"Strange, why is there such a thick fog ahead? Our spiritual senses are blocked." The two leaders of the Hehuan Sect who were in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul stage communicated with each other hesitantly.

"Let's get closer and take a look." So the army slowed down and moved forward cautiously.

The fog spread forward, gradually dispelling the army. The two leaders frowned, not sensing any murderous aura from the formation.

"What should we do? For safety reasons, let's exit the fog and take a detour." A cautious leader suggested.

"Elder Sheng, don't panic. I think this is just ordinary fog. Our spiritual sense can still penetrate dozens of miles, and we can still sense any danger in advance. Besides, the three elders have probably trapped all the masters of Qianji Sect in their lair, so how can they have the energy to take care of us? Let's hurry up and get on the road. Taking a detour will delay us for three days. You know the temper of the elder. If we can't arrive on time, we will probably be scolded." A team leader immediately objected.

"Okay then." Elder Sheng seemed to remember the reputation of Master Chu. If he forcibly changed the marching route, he would be held responsible.

"In order to deal with emergencies, you stay in the front army and I will go to the rear army, so that we can take care of both ends." Elder Sheng said again. He vaguely felt that something was wrong in his heart and wanted to stay in the rear army so that he could escape early when encountering danger.

"Hmph! Coward, go ahead." The other team leader looked down on him and agreed.

Captain Sheng ignored the other party's ridicule, clasped his fists, and led several Yuanying elders to fly towards the rear army.

In the deepest depths of the fog, Nangong Yan set up a hidden formation to conceal her army, allowing for a surprise attack. This was a Wind-Rising Fog Formation crafted by Liu Xing. Once deployed, it created a thick fog that obscured vision and blew up a hurricane that dispersed consciousness, making it impossible to discern the true nature of the formation.

In order to make the formation more effective, Nangong Yan personally presided over the center of the formation. The huge output of mana gradually expanded the coverage of the formation, inadvertently shrouding the army of the Hehuan Sect in fog.

"The fog is so thick that you can't even see your hand in front of you."

"This wind came so suddenly that I couldn't stand steadily and my consciousness was greatly restricted."

"I've been to this forest before, and although it often fogs there, I've never heard of it being this severe."

"Don't worry. The Yuanying elders are extremely powerful. If anything goes wrong, they will sense it in advance. We just need to follow their orders and hurry on."

The Hehuan Sect's army was discussing the matter. Faced with the strange fog, they were confused and worried. But when they thought about the current weakness of the Qianji Sect, they didn't think it was the other party's doing.

The thick fog covered an area of ​​hundreds of kilometers, and only a late Nascent Soul cultivator could preside over the formation to achieve such an effect.

"Disperse!" Nangong Yan shouted, and the elite troops hidden in the formation dispersed according to the established strategy. Every Jindan and Yuanying cultivator on the other side would be countered by at least two of the same level. As for the Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining troops, they would be locked in a thick fog, preventing them from escaping in a short period of time.

With Nangong Yan's powerful spiritual sense, he had already seen clearly the strength of the Hehuan Sect's army. Therefore, he distributed them according to needs and quickly issued orders to every elite soldier.

"Everyone, arrive at the designated location within half an hour." After the captain issued his order, they also had their own targets, and they were even more powerful Nascent Soul monsters, so they couldn't afford to be careless. Although they were sure of victory in a two-on-one situation, capturing the enemy alive was still not a simple task.

"One group, get in position!"

"Group Two, take your positions!"

"Three groups, take your positions!"

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Time passed minute by minute, and after a quarter of an hour, messages of people taking their positions came one after another. This lasted for half an hour, and more than a hundred groups were all in place. Everyone was ready to go, just waiting for the order.

Elder Sheng stared vigilantly around him. The fog grew thicker, and his awareness was once again confined to a ten-kilometer radius. He could no longer sense the leaders of the vanguard, and his feelings were growing increasingly ominous. But now that the army had entered the fog, unless he could break away and leave on his own, he had no choice but to forge ahead.

"Let's get started!" Seeing that all the groups were ready, Nangong Yan gave the order decisively.

Just as Elder Sheng was getting anxious, suddenly a giant ape over two hundred feet tall raised a huge black iron rod and smashed it down on the top of his head.

"A ninth-level demon beast!" Elder Sheng was horrified and dodged to the side without thinking.

"Here!" Before he could stand firm, a flying sword suddenly stabbed at him. The power was so great that it was obvious that it was from another powerful person in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

Elder Sheng broke out in a cold sweat and had to bite his tongue, using the secret technique of teleportation to dodge once more. But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a bronze bell fell from the sky.

"It's over! It's Shangguan Nan's famous ancient treasure, the Mitian Bell!" Elder Sheng felt hopeless. Two mid-Nascent Soul cultivators plus a ninth-level ape demon, such a lineup really thinks highly of him.

"Sheng Kang, surrender and you won't be killed!" Immediately afterwards, Shangguan Nan's voice of persuasion for surrender came through the restriction of the Mitian Bell, lingering in his ears like a devil's voice, making him extremely annoyed.

"Spiritual attack!" Elder Sheng immediately focused his mind, closed his ears, sat cross-legged, and practiced his supreme skills to resist the evil sound.

Yuan Biao and Qing Yuan also gathered around, positioning themselves according to the Three Talents Formation, placing their palms on the bronze bell. Shangguan Nan passed the secret technique to them. The three of them simultaneously unleashed the magic sound secret technique of the Mi Tian Bell, instantly tripling the power of the Mi Tian Bell's illusion.

"Sheng Kang, why don't you surrender?"

"Sheng Kang, the Hehuan Sect is finished!"

Elder Sheng's forehead was covered in cold sweat. Not only was his mind disturbed, but his body was also under immense pressure, unable to move. He was forced to expend a significant amount of mana to cope. If Shangguan Nan were alone, he could use his magical skills, even at the cost of some lifespan, to barely break free from the Mitian Bell. However, there were three opponents of the same level outside. Even if he escaped Shangguan Nan's grasp, he would still face a thundering attack from the other two, which was unavoidable. His only option now was to hold on to his spiritual platform and wait for help.

"I hope the Great Elder and others can see through the other party's feint to the east and attack in the west, and come to rescue us in time." Elder Sheng prayed silently while struggling.

At the same time that Sheng Kang was trapped, another mid-Nascent Soul Elder from the Hehuan Sect, who was in the vanguard, was also besieged by Meng Wei, She Jiu, and Zhang Yi. The four engaged in a fierce aerial battle, and the aftermath sent the Hehuan Sect's army into a state of chaos, resulting in the deaths of many Hehuan Sect disciples.

At this point, all the high-ranking disciples above the Jindan stage were being targeted one by one. The remaining low-level disciples finally sensed something was amiss, but unable to find their leader, they fled in panic, crying for help. The wind and fog were strong, leaving them without shelter or direction. They were forced to scatter and collide with one another. The cries of killing continued from the sky, and like frightened birds, they could no longer distinguish friend from foe, so they resorted to sword-wielding and killing each other.