Chapter 405 The decisive battle that explodes in advance (first update)
"Whether I can kill you or not doesn't matter if you say so."
Su Jie was speaking, looking behind Wei Ji.
Above the sky, three huge flying boats appeared, casting large shadows.
On the dharma boat, there are a large number of righteous monks, most of whom are formation masters. They will operate the dharma boat to attack the magic array. There are dozens of spirit beasts flying around the dharma boat, such as white jade spirit butterfly, dreamy deer, eight-winged ice phoenix, crimson rosy songbird, etc. As the guardians of the dharma boat, most of these spirit beasts are raised by the elders and have unique characteristics. Common fighting ability.
The three Dharma boats all belong to the Guanchao Pavilion. Only the wealthy Guanchao Pavilion can afford to support them.
In front of each Dharma boat, there are men and women standing with their hands on their backs, and their aura is as strong as the abyss. They are all elders of the secret realm. There are more than a hundred people in total. This is the entire core force sent by the five sects.
In addition to the enemies in the sky, on the ground, densely packed righteous monks appeared at the end of the horizon.
The disciples of the five righteous sects, Guanchao Pavilion, Golden Sword Sect, Zixia Sect, Longhu Sect, and Miaoyin Temple, formed five huge arrays. Most of the inner sect disciples acted alone, while most of the disciples below the sixth level of Yunling Realm were Act collectively and rely on numbers to ensure combat effectiveness.
A total of 50,000 to 60,000 enemies came in force. As far as the eye could see, there were human heads all over the mountains and plains.
Especially those who appear in the field of vision are monks who are practicing.
That momentum was so powerful that it was going to destroy mountains, trample across seas, and make people's scalp numb.
Behind Su Jie, there was also a huge team gathering.
roar! hiss! hold head high!
Accompanied by different roars, flying giant insects emerged from the clouds and mist.
The elders from Ghost Ridge Palace either stood on top of the giant insects in twos or threes, or flew in from the sky under the gathering cloud of insects.
On the ground, 30,000 Ghost Ridge Palace disciples climbed over the mountains and ridges, controlling a large number of Gu insects, forming a dense sea of insects that swarmed in like a wave.
Because of the confrontation between Su Jie and Wei Ji, news spread to the rear, and both sides sent people to support them.
When both sides became aware of the other's reinforcements, they continued to send more troops in an attempt to overwhelm the other.
The final result directly led to the planned decisive battle being detonated in advance.
Su Jie looked back, and Zhang Junwei, Qiu Laodao, Tang Peiqing and other high-level acquaintances appeared in his field of vision.
Su Jie also found the disciples of the Puppet Hall among the disciples of the Ghost Ridge Palace all over the mountains and plains.
Under the leadership of Zhu Changqi, they carried a group of combat puppets, released rocket launchers from their storage bags, and rushed to the volcanic plain.
As the distance between the two parties kept getting closer, the monks' breathing began to quicken, and the expressions on their faces became more solemn.
In the end, the two parties stopped ten kilometers apart. The chilling atmosphere of the battle filled the entire battlefield. Swarms of insects and spiritual beasts made heart-stopping sounds. A pair of nervous, panicked, angry, hateful, and excited eyes appeared in front of each one. Among the disciples, some are afraid of war, while others are happy to hear about war.
"Guiling Palace Demon Sect, are you ready to be destroyed today?"
The majestic voice came from a Dharma boat. Zhuang Liangru, the supreme elder of the Guanchao Pavilion, looked down coldly. The spiritual power fluctuations as vast as the vast sea swept across, and the white clouds turned blue, like a cloud floating in the sky. In the blue sea, the tsunami-like spiritual power transformed into the power of heaven, and the trembling air suppressed the void. It seemed that the next moment, this blue sea hanging upside down in the sky would collapse and destroy all directions.
"The inheritance of my Guiling Palace has lasted for thousands of years, and even a few of your sects dare to talk about destruction. Today, you will never come back."
Zhang Junwei stood above a flying Gu worm. His eyes were radiant and he stared at Zhuang Liangru with powerful eyes. The clouds around him automatically changed into cloud and mist Gu worms, like a spreading insect army, which was even more terrifying. Go up one level.
The momentum of the two Taoist realms clashed, forming various illusions of heavenly power. Such personal strength made many disciples who saw this scene for the first time look with fear and yearning.
“I am not ashamed to speak loudly.”
Zhuang Liangru's eyes flashed with mockery. He already knew that Ghost Ridge Palace's trump card was to unite with the Tianhun Sect to attack from a pincer attack.
Compared to the five righteous sects who all sent some of their manpower, Guiling Palace and Tianhun Sect all came out in full strength. The strength comparison was extremely close. If they were to be attacked suddenly, they would really be in disarray. Get into a dangerous situation.
But since Zhuang Liangru already knew the truth from Wei Ji, he naturally responded. Guiling Palace will definitely be defeated today.
Thinking of this, Zhuang Liangru raised his right hand and was about to give the order to start the war when Wei Ji suddenly spoke up.
"Elder Zhuang, the outcome between me and this devil hasn't been decided yet. Can you please let me deal with him first?"
Wei Ji's voice came, and he looked at Zhuang Liangru with sincere and confident eyes.
Everyone in the audience looked at Wei Ji. For making such a request at this time, everyone could feel the confidence in the other person's bones.
"Go and take down that demon cultivator's head sacrifice flag."
Zhuang Liangru stared at Wei Ji for a few seconds. He knew the strength of his genius and did not think that Su Jie on the other side would be his opponent, even if the opponent was also a fairy.
And if Wei Ji can defeat Su Jie, it will undoubtedly give this war a good start, greatly dampen the morale of Guiling Palace, and make this war without any suspense.
"Su Jie, do you dare to fight?"
Wei Ji turned around, the sound was like a roaring bell, and the billowing spiritual energy exploded like a torrent.
He held a purple jade wind umbrella in his left hand. The handle of the umbrella was inlaid with purple jade. The umbrella cover was covered with fine thousand-year-old silk and was covered with patterns of nothingness.
Wei Ji's purple jade fan is a genuine low-grade magic weapon. The magic weapon is at a higher level than the magic weapon.
Each low-grade magic weapon has a starting price of more than one million spiritual stones. It crushes all magic weapons, just like the comparison between a flintlock gun and an assault rifle, and its power is monstrous.
The purple jade wind umbrella in Wei Ji's hand came from a Taoist monk named "Yu Qingzi" in Guanchao Pavilion. It was carefully crafted by the other party's own hands, and it had been nurtured by his mysterious Taoism and insights for many years.
After Yu Qingzi passed away, this low-grade magic weapon was placed in the library, waiting for a successor who could fit the path of Yu Qingzi. Hundreds of years passed until Wei Ji appeared and inherited this low-grade magic weapon.
"Why not!"
Su Jie's eyes flashed with coldness, Wei Ji's move was exactly what he wanted.
"Su Jie, there's no need to fight for your own morale."
Zhang Junwei looked at Su Jie. He was very pleased with Su Jie's return, so he would not force Su Jie to take risks.
After all, Wei Ji's reputation was known to every member of the Ghost Ridge Palace through the killings during this period, and more than one palm count of elders had died at his hands.
"Are you sure you can win?"
Qiu Laodao has stronger confidence in Su Jie, and he is not bound to lose. If he retreats at such an important moment, even if the war is won, Su Jie's reputation will be greatly affected.
"Master, sect leader, there is no doubt about victory for me. Watch me take off this beast's head and boost the prestige of our sect."
Su Jie's voice was as loud as thunder. He turned around and showed his strong white teeth to Wei Ji: "Wei Ji, come and die quickly."
Su Jie and Wei Ji were facing each other in the void, and everyone in the audience looked at them. Both Su Jie and Wei Ji are the leading figures in each other's camp. If anyone loses, it will have a huge impact on the morale of the battle.
Wei Ji laughed heartily, picked up the purple jade wind umbrella and pointed at Su Jie: "Hahaha, you still want to kill me? As long as you can hit me once..."
Bang!
Before he finished speaking, Wei Ji flew out upside down.
His body was like a broken kite, smashing directly into Gaoli Mountain, creating a huge crater 70 to 80 meters in diameter.
The mountain itself cracked open, and large chunks of rock rolled down.
The sudden scene shocked the entire audience, especially those from the Zhengdao Sect. Seeing that Wei Ji had just taken the initiative to provoke, and then was beaten to the ground in the blink of an eye, the contrast was too strong, and many people looked in disbelief.
A fist wrapped around countless pale corpse hands appeared in the sky. It was this fist that knocked Wei Ji to the ground with one blow.
The corpse's fists spread out, and Su Jie's figure was revealed.
The purple jade wind umbrella in Wei Ji's hand was a powerful defensive weapon, but in the attack just now, because Wei Ji pretended not to open the umbrella, he was directly attacked by Su Jie.
Five Elements Demon-Suppressing Mahamudra!
Su Jie pressed down with his palm, and the five elements rotated and changed. The palm print was like the suppression of the sun, with the characteristics of burning, armor-breaking and endless life, and was directly suppressed on Wei Ji who was lying in the huge pit.
The mountain of Gaoli Mountain seemed to be shaken. Large pieces of earth and stone were turned into powder under the fingerprints, and then were burned to high temperatures and turned into flowing magma. A magma lake was artificially created, and the overwhelming red light illuminated the surroundings. Even the approaching disciples were separated from each other. After seven or eight kilometers, I still felt the heat wave on the road, my cheeks were red, and I couldn't help but step back.
"It's so boring. Is this all you have?"
A calm word came from the magma lake.
The hot and boiling magma was pushed away, and Wei Ji revealed his true form.
His black hair was flying, he clapped his hands slightly, and a huge flame rose on the spot.
The scalding flames turned into the form of a true dragon, lighting up half of the sky. The magma lake created by Su Jie and even the magma inside Gaoli Mountain were completely cooled. All the spiritual power of the flames was automatically absorbed by the true dragon of flames and became nutrients for the opponent's growth. It was Wei. Ji Fentian's magical power to purify fire.
On the other side, the purple jade wind umbrella was spinning. Wei Ji took the initiative to open it this time and put up a purple light screen for protection, so that he could concentrate on casting spells.
"When it comes to playing with fire, you are way too far behind."
Wei Ji pinched the spell with both hands, and afterimages danced out of his ten fingers. The flaming dragon opened its mouth towards Su Jie.
The air around Su Jie was instantly ignited, burning with clusters of golden flames.
"Playing with Yuanshen, you are weaker than me, idiot."
Su Jie pressed one hand, and lightning flashed and thundered in the sky. Thousands of thunder and lightning gathered into a huge thunder lion. The roar shook the heaven and earth. It rushed towards the flaming real dragon and rode directly on the real dragon, biting it with big mouthfuls. stand up.
The True Flame Dragon fought back with its talons and mouth. Countless plasma and magma dripped and scattered, and the earth was either ignited or blasted out of a deep pit, like a doomsday scene.
The external form constructed by the two magical powers competes with the strength of the divine soul.
In this regard, Wei Jizi cannot be Su Jie's opponent.
The giant thunder lion suppressed the True Flame Dragon. Even with the blessing of the magma terrain of Mount Gaoli, he could not defeat Su Jie's soul.
Fierce Sun Tyrant Sword!
The dazzling golden light like the sun rose, and Wei Ji suddenly pierced Su Jie with his sword.
The corpse hands blocking Su Jie broke off one after another, unable to stop Wei Ji's killing move using himself as a sword.
On the insect bag, a large number of human-faced moths flew out, covering the surrounding areas and completely hiding Su Jie's body.
"Want to escape."
Wei Ji's eyes flashed, and while Thousand-Handed Centipede and Han Ruyan were not approaching him, he immediately locked onto Su Jie's position and ducked to a hill.
Su Jie's true body is here, and when Wei Ji is surprised, Su Jie suddenly shows a terrifying smile, his body disintegrates, and turns into countless flying insects that fly away.
This is just a fake body that contains part of Su Jie's flesh and blood and soul. Su Jie fed his own flesh and blood to human-faced moths, and attached the soul to each insect. In addition, the soul was stronger and could block Wei Ji's attack. Yuan Shen sensed accurately and finally deceived Wei Ji.
Bah! Bah!
At the same time, the ground where Wei Ji was standing stirred, and two rays of light, one white and one red, came out, startling Wei Ji.
"When."
Wei Ji's heartbeat slowed down by half a beat. The two white-bone Tiansha swords and red-faced flying swords that appeared from the ground actually avoided his spiritual perception.
Two high-grade magic weapon-level flying swords slashed at Wei Ji's neck at supersonic speed, but this sudden attack was still protected by the purple jade wind umbrella, a low-grade magic weapon.
The purple halo burst out instantly. Facing the attack of the flying sword, the purple jade wind umbrella shone like a gem, and the strands of fairy mist disappeared, just like a fairy treasure, and the fairy spirit was compelling.
Under its influence, the two flying swords were deflected away by the purple jade wind umbrella. The sharp sword energy could not damage the umbrella surface, let alone Wei Ji who was protected by it.
"As expected, it's really difficult."
Seeing that his attempt failed, Su Jie already had a premonition in his heart.
The protective power of low-grade magic weapons cannot be underestimated. No wonder Wei Ji is so confident.
"You can't kill me at this level. You are just doing useless work. The protective power of low-grade magic weapons is far beyond your imagination."
Wei Ji regained his composure on his face. He stood with a smile, his eyes were deep, and he looked at Han Ruyan who did not take action. He reached out and waved at him. It seemed that everything was under his control, and any evil would disappear in front of him.
Han Ruyan's dead eyes showed emotions, and she said coldly: "Husband, take the flag."
When Su Jie heard this, he raised his eyebrows and took out the Ten Thousand Souls Banner from his arms: "It's useless, then you try this, my baby will be fine too."
Densely packed runes appeared on the Ten Thousand Soul Flags, each of which seemed to contain infinite soul power.
The surface of the flag seems to be black cloth, but upon closer inspection, it seems that there is faint light flowing, like a dark abyss.
"I want to see today whether your umbrella is stronger or my soul flag is stronger."
Su Jie waved the Ten Thousand Souls Flag, and the next moment, the flag began to expand rapidly, reaching a height of several feet and a width of tens of meters, as if it could cover the entire sky.
When the Ten Thousand Souls Flag was waved, the desperate wails and painful groans of thousands of souls spread in all directions.
Above the banners, many people with different faces appeared. The only thing they had in common was the hatred and hatred in their eyes. They were like a collection of all the negative emotions in the world, making people shudder.
(End of chapter)