"Ah..."
The eight-hundred-mile stretch inside and outside the east city of Nangui Ruins was attacked by countless magic weapons, magical weapons, and spiritual treasures from the Mohists, warriors, and monsters from both sides. The warriors fell in pieces like wheat, and screams continued one after another. The blood energy and Wuzhu Qi were as thick as a heavy fog rising from the ground.
Just as the first wave of attacks stopped, the second wave of attacks began again.
"Kill..."
The sharp voices of more than eighty little commanders on the city walls near and far filled the world.
"Young men, open the God's Thunder Robe and blast him!"
Mixed with Bai Tu's broken gong voice, not only is there no humor at this moment, it is even full of murder and cruelty.
"Swish, swish, swish..."
"Boom, boom, boom..."
The heaven and earth are surrounded by terrifying spiritual treasure light, thunder and lightning, corrosive liquids, boulders, etc. Covering, like a stormy sea, overwhelming the sky and the earth, one wave higher than the other.
There is no light from the sun and the moon, the earth is dark, the sand and rocks are flying, it is like the end of the world.
There were many cracks in the city wall, which were quickly repaired by martial arts disciples in the blink of an eye.
A group of warriors died, and the following group took over again.
The flags are flying and the weapons are dazzling.
The trumpets outside the city and the drums inside the city beat each other loudly, shaking the vast land.
A fight of this scale is like a battle of divine punishment, words cannot describe it.
In the dark room, you can also smell the pungent smell of blood and the strange smell after being bombarded by various magical weapons.
Xiao Huang and Xiong Batian swallowed subconsciously. The former said: "I have never seen such a scene before. It has only been so long and tens of thousands of people have been killed and injured. These are at least Hunyuanxu and above." Master, the ground outside the city has sunk dozens of feet!"
Xiong Batian also said: "Thankfully we didn't rush out, otherwise we would be in trouble, master is wise, master?"
< br>Xin Zhuo didn't make a sound. He was looking at the Moon-watching Well. Under his control, the water from the well flew out on its own, clinging to the bodies of every warrior who died in battle, and then started to "devour" them crazily. At this moment, not only the city wall, but also Outside the city, there are also a large number of corpses that have been absorbed by the chance of a lifetime.
This kind of absorption only absorbs the true energy, and then transforms it into the purest Daoyuan power that can mature the body.
[Distance to Wuya Middle Realm: 1/100. 】
Then there was no more. The corpses of tens of thousands of low-level warriors, after being transformed, were extremely weak in front of his current cultivation level.
This hardly satisfied him.
However, if you kill it yourself, the effect should be different.
The owner of the well fights and refines the people he kills, learns from each other's strong points and practices through battle, so that he can reach the maximum.
At this moment, he suddenly found the next way to practice. This war is definitely his biggest opportunity at the moment. After all, where were there so many people to kill for him in the past?
How can the old monsters spare you for your wanton killing?
It doesn’t seem to matter which side you are on now. Killing is both a just battle and a practice!
He looked outside, his eyes flashing with unprecedented sharpness. He could move forward in cultivation, regardless of life or death!
Xiao Huang and Xiong Batian were frightened by his gaze. They shrank their necks and lay aside without daring to make a sound.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
The mutual attack of spirit treasures, magic weapons, and chariots lasted for an hour and finally ended.
The corpses piled up on the city wall. The violent ownerless true energy, origin, original self power and other things were violent like a hurricane. The dark brown, golden and yellow blood became a stream and slowly flowed along the city wall. shed.
The dust, smoke and blood outside the city covered the sky and the earth, making it impossible to see even one's fingers.
Then a more bloody and terrifying attack was approaching.
“The commanders have integrated their subordinates to prepare for the war!”
The roar of Commander Wu Yunhai came from high in the sky.
“Here!”
“Here…”
From the south to the north of the city wall, a dense crowd of small commanders came to respond, and then a large number of warriors jumped up from the corpses, their armors clanging, and their flags fluttering; countless unicorns, dragons, heroes, phoenixes, blue birds, and monsters came from Climbing out of the city wall, covering the sky and the sun, roaring loudly, the sound shaking the sky. "Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The dull drum sound sounded again.
"Woo——"
The paused horn sound also sounded.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
Amidst the smoke and blood outside the city, there was the sound of heart-stopping footsteps, and soon an endless army of hostile warriors with an endless length and dozens of miles wide revealed their true appearance.
It was led by three thousand weird warriors with golden armor, ghost fang masks, carrying three-foot-long horse spears, and all with the cultivation of the Bottleneck of the Sea of Bitterness. These people were indescribably cold and ruthless, as if they were dead.
The moment he saw these gold-armored and masked warriors, Xin Zhuo had a feeling that these were the real warriors in the world. Their bodies were extremely powerful, they respected their strength, their bodies became holy and respected, and they were immune to all kinds of magic. Fighting for heaven and earth.
On both sides of these golden-armored masked warriors are countless mythical beasts, monsters and hundreds of thousands of warriors.
Behind are thousands of rebel masters from various major sects!
In the sky above, three hundred ferocious and huge beasts, calling for immortal beasts like the legendary giant spirits and gods, slowly pressed down, giving people a great sense of oppression.
The momentum in that moment was as if countless wild beasts were rushing towards him, making people feel numb.
“Twenty-eight God Throne Palace warriors and three hundred Crying Immortal Beasts from the Divine Throne Clan are all coming together. What a great move!”
The girl Xuanyuan in the sky looked solemn and waved her clothes heavily. Sleeve: "Kill!"
"Get up..."
Eighteen small commanders of the Wuya Middle Realm jumped into the sky, and the swordsmanship of the heavens evolved in the vast area behind them.
Sword cultivators from all directions flew away quickly amidst the sound of "whooshing" wind, forming a huge "magic sword" hundreds of miles long in mid-air in the blink of an eye!
"Royal!"
The other sixty or so minor commanders shouted in unison, and then the incarnations of the Great Dao came out.
Hundreds of thousands of warriors on the city wall were manipulating the divine weapons one after another. Their original power, runes, and Tao souls came out to form thirty-six Tiangang formations to defend against the enemy.
Juling, Juyuan, and Juli are formed instantly.
The chilling aura soared into the sky.
At this moment, there is nothing but killing in this world.
“Boom——”
The next moment, the two sides collided.
At first sight, the killings were like machines, the scene was as vast and violent as a sea of smoke, the magic and magical powers that shattered the earth, the magical weapons that fought against the heaven and the earth, and the mysterious and unprovoked magic weapons came and went whizzing.
At this moment, personal bravery is indeed useless. Facing the overwhelming battle, a single person's magical power is like a candle in the wind, unable to withstand the strong wind.
"Ah..."
In a short period of time, countless warriors, mythical beasts, and demonic beasts died tragically, and their limbs and arms fell one after another. Flying together, the Dao Soul just flew out and was quickly crushed.
"Hell on earth" can no longer describe the situation at this moment.
But if you look closely, it is obvious that your side has fallen behind.
Above, the sword array used ten thousand swords to resist three hundred summoning immortal beasts. However, although these summoning immortal beasts are not as scary as the black lady Xin Zhuo met, they are naturally capable of defiling the body of warriors and devouring warriors. Essence, a fairy hammer, can hit the sun, moon, mountains and seas. Often if a crying fairy beast dies, more than a dozen sword cultivators will vomit blood and fall. They will be cut off in mid-air, and the sea of pills will be damaged and lose their breath.
Below, the thousands of warriors from the Palace of Gods are not high in cultivation, but extremely difficult to kill. They are all extremely powerful and can defeat all kinds of magic with one force. They are like killing machines, pushing all the way, plus countless With the cooperation of the divine beasts, low-level warriors and rebel masters from various major sects, they quickly approached the city wall and broke through the enemy formations everywhere.
In mid-air in the city, Miss Xuanyuan, Wu Yunhai and others frowned. It seemed that they did not expect that the other party would fully press on them today. At this moment, they looked at each other and thought of the boundless road, and headed straight for the three hundred sky. Call the fairy beasts to cry.
They are all boundless!
Especially, a fly whisk transformed into three thousand dust threads by the Fortune Pusher, acting like the sky and the earth, fighting against the heaven and the earth, pushing straight into the sky, I am afraid that it has reached the bottleneck of the divine power, the body is incorruptible, and all laws are invulnerable!
However, just as everyone reached the high altitude, more than a dozen masters with comparable momentum came over in a flash, led by a young man with golden face and golden crown hair, who said coldly: "I've been waiting for you for a long time!"
Miss Xuanyuan's expression changed and she said: "Shenzuo Yang, your entire clan should be killed!"
The young man flicked his fingers, and a dark ancient sword appeared, flashing with bloody and unruly blood. Killing Sword Intention: "No need to talk nonsense, this battle is life or death!" (End of Chapter)