Chapter 1013 Cangyang Blood Drum, Great Wilderness Song
After Luo Qing and Yuan Hao were killed, the number of humans at the Nascent Soul level was almost equal to that of the ghosts.
Only in relative terms, the disadvantages of low-level monks are still obvious.
At this moment, in Wangyue City, a huge bloody drum rose up. The bloody drum appeared, and a desolate and hot-blooded aura spread like mercury across the battlefield thousands of miles around Wangyue City.
The big drums are more than ten feet each in a radius. An old man who has been blinded. Looking at his cultivation, he turns out to be a Nascent Soul monk. However, this man is already a withered manuscript, and his vitality is almost gone. Close to nothing, a person who has stepped into the gate of hell with one foot.
At a glance, it looks like a leaf in the wind, which may wither at any time. Following the blind old man, there were another fourteen or five Nascent Soul monks with almost identical auras.
"Cang Yang Blood Drum!"
The powerful men of the ghost clan looked at the rising bloody drum and suddenly screamed. In ancient times, there were hundreds of tribes in the wilderness. . The ancient monks conquered the south of the sky and the north of the earth, creating a world for the reproduction of their descendants. Countless ancient cultivators threw their heads and shed blood.
The sound of war drums shakes the night and awakens the dawn. The warriors, clad in the setting sun, stand tall and unyielding, dragging their feet on the journey.
The sun is lying on the road, blood is spilled in the wilderness, bones are buried in the green mountains, and the drums of war never stop.
"We, the human race, can stand among all races for countless years without declining, coexisting with the heaven and earth and being immortal. How can you, the dark race, insult you! Today, I will let you, the ghost race, see how our forefathers slayed demons and ghosts. ”
“Hao. The sky is dark and yellow, and the sword shakes the barbaric wilderness. The sun is lying on the road, and the sky is filled with blood."
The old man is blind, and the other fourteen have little life left, and they cannot bear it. The fighting Nascent Soul monks chanted the Great Desolation Song in unison.
The Great Desolation Song complements the Cangyang Blood Drum that exudes the aura of eternal desolation.
"The Cangyang Blood Drum has long since disappeared from this world with the ancient monks, and you only have an imitation in your hands. What do we, the ghost clan, have to fear!" Aodu Ghost King roared, Many ghost clans who were frightened were awakened. Although the low-level monks of the ghost clan accounted for the majority, once their morale fell into a disadvantage, the consequences would be disastrous.
"Haha, although the authentic Cangyang Blood Drum is no longer in this world, the pioneering and enterprising spirit of the ancient monks and their endless bloody battles will last forever. Even this imitation can allow us to understand the ancient cultivators of those days. The mind and courage to fight in the wilderness!" The blind old man and others looked up to the sky and smiled, and then continued to sing the song of the wilderness.
“Fellow Taoists, we don’t have much time left. The longest life span is only more than ten years. We are no longer able to withstand a battle. For the rest of our lives, we can understand the state of mind of the ancient monks together. A great blessing."
"Drums!"
"The vast black sky, the sword is towering, the sky is full of blood, and the sky is full of blood." A dozen Nascent Soul old men who had entered the twilight years of their lives and had little left in their lifespan joined forces and struck the bloody drum.
A song of great desolation, desolate and majestic, majestic with a sense of progress in desolation. The human race in the battle, including Lu Xiaotian, seemed to have seen the barbaric wilderness where trees were towering and demons were rampant. The human race only occupied a corner of the land. The ancient monks realized the power of heaven and earth and began to survive tenaciously in the battles of many races, using the swords in their hands. , open up living space. Countless people fell on the road of battle, stained with blood in the setting sun, but countless people continued to fight.
Passion, crisis, mixed with the sadness of unrealized ambitions.
"Weiweihuhu" , The sun is lying on the road. There is a vast ocean, and the sky is crying with blood."
Boom, boom, boom. A dozen Nascent Soul monks fought with their remaining strength to beat the blood drum together. Bringing countless people into this sad and generous artistic conception, their hearts are filled with desolation and their blood is filled with vitality. As the drum beats penetrated people's hearts one after another, countless monks sang the Great Desolation Song in unison.
Lu Xiaotian felt his blood surge in his heart when he heard this, and even his magic power was running a little faster than usual. He couldn't help but be shocked. He glanced at the dozen or so frail old men who were beating drums and singing in unison in mid-air. Lu Xiaotian resonated in his heart and at the same time, he also had a sudden realization. It took such a long time. It seems that the formation of battles and spending such a price is not as simple as making them resonate.
This Cangyang Blood Drum is based on the method of ancient cultivation equipment. Although it is an imitation, it can also stimulate the monk's energy and blood and stimulate the potential of the immortal cultivator. But this Cangyang Blood Drum is just an imitation after all. The impact on Yuanying monks is minimal.
But looking at those golden elixirs, foundation building, and qi refining monks, the excited expressions and energy on their faces are not the same as before. The battlefield with a radius of thousands of miles is completely shrouded in this Cang Yang Blood Drum. The entire human race is in great momentum. Although the number is much lower than that of the ghost clan.
But Cangyang Blood Drum not only improves their strength, but also brings all the monks into the tragic spirit of the sages who opened up their living space. With the same hatred and common progress, the strength they exerted has reached great heights, and even further, they actually suppressed the momentum of the ghost clan.
The sound of tom tom drums came one after another, and the blood of countless human races was spilled on the battlefield, but more of them were the deaths of ghost races. Peng, an old Nascent Soul man who was in his dying years, had exhausted his life span and his mana. Turned into a wisp of flying ash and disappeared into the sky, "The Cangyang Blood Drum appeared in the world, reappearing the atmosphere of ancient cultivators' battles. If you can see this scene, you will have no regrets in this life, you can It’s a pity that I was unable to witness the great victory of our human race. Fellow Taoists, please don’t forget to receive the good news when you pay tribute tomorrow. I will take the lead.”
In the void, the old man’s voice gradually floated and became faint. , then disappeared, but the heroism and desolation of willingly dying were deeply imprinted in everyone's mind.
"Fellow Daoist Canghong, don't rush, I'm here." The blind old man followed closely behind and disappeared invisible.
"The sky is lofty, Cangyang is lying on the road. There is a sea of blood, and the sky is weeping with blood. Fight against the ghost tribe in the star field, and attack all the monsters in Mo Yuan . Sweeping away the roar of the Four Harmonies, pacifying the barbarian enemies of the Eight Wastelands. The phoenix roared for nine days, and the dragons fought in the wild, their blood was black and yellow."
Some people died in the battle, but tens of thousands of them died. The monks chanted the Great Desolate Song in unison, but the sound got louder and louder. Faintly gathering together into a great force of human race, vast in the sky, the ghostly energy that soared into the sky and wreaked havoc, actually had a faint feeling of being suppressed.
Yuan Hao took action, and the Fierce Sun double-armed sword, which was once again refined by the ancient sword sect with a special method, was like two scorching suns flying in the sky, fighting a fierce battle with a skeleton ghost king.
Luo Qing's side was still like a cold and noble lone moon. As soon as the sword came out, there was a mysterious, yet sharp moonlight revealed from the clouds.
Fifty or sixty Nascent Soul monks fought fiercely with the Ghost King, killing each other until the heaven and earth were shaken. Encouraged by the Cangyang Blood Drum, the low-level human race has swept away the previous decline. In the battlefield thousands of miles away, there are shouts of killing and miserable screams. In the sky and on the earth, the blood is all over the world, killing until the sun and the moon lose their light. Lu Xiaotian and the Wolf Scorpion Ghost King in front of him also rolled to Wangyue City, and then fought from inside the city to outside the city.
(End of this chapter)