Although a gap was penetrated in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, the so-called "centipede insect" was dead but not stiff. Such a huge formation could not be destroyed in an instant, and thousands of golden lights still covered the four directions.
But with this gap, the Beiming army can take advantage of it and sneak in.
Taking advantage of the power of the Tongtian River, the navy of Tianhe City rushed into the formation first and chopped down the monks guarding the formation. Soon the formation could no longer be maintained, and the gap was torn open wider and wider until it lasted forever. Beiming monks from Ye City, Liangyi City, Tiangong City, Xuanyin Pavilion, Disha Pavilion, etc. all swarmed in. Together with the thousands of poisonous people, they launched a mighty charge towards the "Ten Thousand Immortals Formation".
Among the ten armies of Nanxuan, the "Kunwu Army" led by Kunwu City is the closest to the gap.
Fan Qingzhou took the lead, running the "Shan Hai Jing" skills, rushing into the formation, and his magical powers were greatly activated.
"Behead those who retreat! Everyone step forward, block the gap, don't let them rush in!"
In the confrontation between the two armies, it is no longer possible for one person to control the situation. A million-strong army surrounded them in a formation, and even the Yasheng would be filled with hatred. What's more, there are masters of catastrophes among the million-strong army. As long as anyone is not careful, anyone may die.
The Kunwu Army is also well-trained. Among them, the "Seven Killing Battalion" leading the battle are all people with profound Taoism. There are also five ancestors of the Huajie Ancestor who are trying to block the first wave of the Beiming Army. offensive.
But the Beiming Army's offensive was endless. In just a few moments of the confrontation, more than ten True Lord Tongxuan fell, and another Ancestor of Huajie was seriously injured.
“Nan Xuan Qi has been exhausted, all fellow Taoists will follow me to kill!”
The fighting spirit of the Bei Ming Army was at its peak, and monks from all sides came like a tide.
I saw a man from a distance, wearing golden armor and holding a flaming knife. There was no grass growing wherever he passed, but all living things, whether human, demon or spiritual beast, were rolled up by him with the flaming knife and turned into flying objects. Ash.
There was another group of people holding a black altar in both hands, walking in the air above the army. As long as Nanxuan generals were injured, even if they were slightly injured, the black altar would immediately emit a black light, killing Nanxuan generals. His soul was pulled out from the wound, sucked into the altar, and turned into blood in a matter of seconds. It was extremely weird!
There are all kinds of strange people in Beiming's army, and there are countless evil spells. Although Kunwu's army is brave, they can't stop Beiming's repeated attacks. Their flaws are soon exposed and they are torn apart. A gap was opened, and more and more Beiming masters poured in.
“Brother Qingzhou, let me help you!”
Suddenly I heard a loud shout, and looking from a distance, I saw a large army coming to help. The leader was young, handsome, and personable. He was the son of the lord of the city who forgot to return, and he had no time to return!
It turns out that the "Wuchen Army" came to support!
In fact, the commander-in-chief of the Wuchen Army is his uncle who is not to blame, just because there is the "World-Destroying Star Map" of Qixing City on the top of the sky, plus Feng Jiaojiao and Qiu Jiuren of Liangyi City To help out, the power of Luo Tianshan's sect is really hard to resist, so he has no choice but to stay in the sky and join forces with Lord Da Ku to fight against the "World-Destroying Star Map" and "Everything in the World".
In this way, the Wuchen Army has no one to command, and as the son of the city lord, Gui Wuqi naturally does his duty and takes over the important task in times of crisis.
When the two armies came together, there was no time to say thank you. The two coaches, Fan Qingzhou and Gui Wuqi, only made eye contact for a moment, and then went to their respective battlefields the next moment.
"Hurry up and set up the 'Four Spiritual Qimen'!"
As soon as Gui Wuqi waved his flag, the Wuchen Army immediately changed its formation.
I saw the vanguard troops spreading out to both sides, with banners waving in the rear and drums beating like thunder. After a while, thousands of unicycle chariots were pushed out from the crowd.
These chariots are divided into four different types:
Part of them is made of flint. There is a sacred fire pillar on the chariot, which is a hundred feet high. There are countless flame patterns painted on it, exuding blazing heat. of rays of light.
There is also a part made of water jade, with water spirit beads suspended on the body. Every time the spirit beads spin around, water waves will ripple out, causing ripples in the surrounding space, which is strange and unpredictable.
There is also a part made of Feng Jing. A large flag is erected on the car, which floats in the wind, causing countless storms and clouds, and even the yellow sand is blown up to the sky.
The last part is made of back soil. The chariot is very heavy. The monks pushing the cart are all physical practitioners. Looking at it, it looks like small mountains. A high wall is erected on the cart, like the gate of a cave. Simple and desolate.
There are more than 1,800 four types of chariots, arranged in a strange way. There are four elements of "earth, fire, water, and wind". They suddenly rushed into the Beiming Army and saw only four Color and glow alternate. In some places, there were fierce fires and strong winds, and the fire took advantage of the wind, and the wind helped the fire; in other places, the water and earth covered each other, and the earth dragons and water dragons alternated, drawing thousands of troops into it. Suddenly there were ghosts crying, wolves howling, and countless casualties.
“What a strange skill!”
Beiming's army was originally powerful and mighty, but it was unexpectedly blocked by the Wuchen Army's "Four Spiritual Qi Sect". For a time, they were overturned and their horses were turned upside down, resulting in heavy losses. Even the monks flying high in the sky were defeated by the magic of Qimen, and then covered up by the earth, and thus turned into the dust of history.
Seeing that the offensive was blocked, a Taoist suddenly jumped out from the Beiming Army. He had a horse-like face with a long beard and narrow eyes. He held a mahogany sword in his left hand and a yellow talisman in his right hand. He opened an altar in mid-air to practice magic.
He penetrated the yellow talisman with his peach wood sword, muttered something in his mouth, and pointed the sword fiercely.
An army of 100,000 people behind Beiming suddenly stopped, and then a puff of green smoke came out from the Tianling Cap, and the green smoke condensed into human shapes, which looked exactly like each of them.
This army of monks composed of green smoke all had dull eyes, as if they had lost the ability to think. Then they flew up lightly, leaped over the vanguard troops in front, and rushed into the "Four Spiritual Gate" first. among.
Gui Wuqi hurriedly ordered his soldiers to use their supernatural powers to attack, only to find that this strange army was not afraid of earth, fire, water, and wind. No matter whether it was howling in the wind, being soaked in water, roasting in the fire, or being buried in the soil, the monks composed of these green smoke would all be affected. It passed through the body and was less than half injured!
“The soul left the body!”
Rao Shigui had never expected to be well-informed, and he couldn’t help but be surprised at this moment.
You must know that ordinary monks can only cultivate their soul after reaching the Golden Core realm, but their soul still cannot leave the body. Only after breaking through the mysterious door and becoming the True Lord Tongxuan can their soul leave the body.
The strange army of 100,000 people in front of me, most of which only have the cultivation level of the Foundation Establishment Stage and Juyuan Realm, actually have their souls leaving their bodies, crossing thousands of rivers and mountains to break into their own "Four Spiritual Sect" Among them, it is simply incredible!
"Hahaha! The magic of Qimen is no more than a small way. Let me use the 'Yin Soldier' to break your Qimen!"
In mid-air, the horse-faced Taoist was extremely proud.
He held the peach wood sword and stepped on the Tiangang. He burned the yellow talismans into green smoke, and the peach wood sword danced like the wind.
One hundred thousand "yin soldiers" got his order, divided into several groups in mid-air, and attacked the "Four Spiritual Gates" from different directions. Because they were not afraid of "earth, fire, water, and wind", all the way was smooth No obstruction.
Those pushing wheelbarrows. Nanxuan monks are mostly in the foundation building stage and Juyuan realm. They have never seen such a battle before. They hurriedly used their magical powers to attack, but they couldn't hurt the Yin soldiers. Instead, the Yin soldiers fell beside them and broke their necks one by one. , rolled down from the chariot
The situation suddenly changed again.
“It’s a ‘Tianyin person’!”
Someone in the Nanxuan Army recognized the origin of Ma Lian Lao Dao. The origin of this person is unknown, and the teacher has no way to verify it. He is specialized in evil arts. Controlling Yin souls, he was hunted by seven mountains and twelve cities for killing mortals in his early years. He traveled to many places, and he was really a street rat.
Unexpectedly, after the War between the North and the South broke out, this horse-faced old man was pardoned by Tiangong City, and found a position in the army because of his strange methods, so he became even more proud. In this war, he really used his methods Use it to the extreme to tear a gap in Nanxuan's military formation. The two sides fought fiercely, and one hundred thousand "Yin soldiers" were invulnerable to fire and water, floating like ghosts on the battlefield.
The low-level monks had no experience in dealing with Yuanshen, so they suffered a big loss. Countless monks who were driving chariots were killed, and the four chariots of earth, fire, water and wind fell to the ground.
Seeing that the "Four Spiritual Qimen" was about to be broken, the Beiming army was so powerful that they suddenly heard a loud shout from behind:
"Send thunder!"
Many people Attracted by the sound, he looked up and saw more than 3,000 elite disciples from Shenxiao Mountain flying into the air. Some of them were chanting incantations, and some were activating talismans. A moment later, thunder exploded, and more than 3,000 rays of lightning flashed from the sky at the same time. The sky is falling!
This scene is spectacular!
You must know that Shenxiao Mountain is not a piece of iron. Just because Nangong Xiao passed down three thunder methods, but did not pass down the Shenxiao Thunder Seal, so the three thunder methods cannot be practiced together. This also caused later generations of disciples to be divided into three factions, because If the cultivation concepts are not in harmony, there will often be conflicts and quarrels, and sometimes even fights.
But at this moment, no matter which group of disciples they were, they all gave up their own prejudices.
More than three thousand people gathered in the sky and activated the thunder method at the same time. Those with low cultivation level relied on talismans to activate it, while those with high cultivation level directly fired thunder from their palms.
I saw only three thousand thunders! It's like the wrath of heaven, thundering down to destroy the world, unstoppable!
Boom!
Three thousand thunderbolts fell, specializing in attacking Yin soldiers and ghosts. The one hundred thousand "Yin soldiers" borrowed by the "Tianyin people" disappeared in this thunder punishment. They were originally Yin soldiers condensed in blue smoke, and in the thunder light It dispersed into green smoke, floated into the air, and disappeared without a trace.
"Quick, step forward and drive!"
Gui Wuqi saw the opportunity and waved the command flag in his hand one after another.
Countless soldiers of the Wuchen Army marched forward bravely and came to the fallen tanks. Some of the tanks were still sitting on the vanguard soldiers who had just died tragically. The latecomers had no time to grieve and used magic to kill the dead. The corpse dragged off the chariot and sat on it, becoming the new soldier in charge of the chariot.
More than 1,800 chariots were put into operation again, and the "Four Spiritual Qimen" reappeared. Countless soldiers from Wuchen Army, Kunwu Army, and Shenxiao Army stepped forward to stop the Beiming Army. If you are in the gap, you will not be able to attack for a while.
"Stabilized?"
Gui Wuqi and Fan Qingzhou looked at each other, with this thought in their minds.
But before they were sure, they suddenly heard loud noises coming from all directions. Looking around, they saw ninety-nine red orbs appearing behind the Beiming Army. Each one was as big as an mu. They flew in different directions, and finally they all hit the golden light barrier of the "Ten Thousand Immortals Formation".
Boom!
The golden light shook violently, as if it was the last straw that broke the camel's back. Tens of thousands of monks who were still presiding over the "Ten Thousand Immortals Array" in the city vomited blood at the same time. Among them, those with low cultivation levels died on the spot. Those with high cultivation levels were also seriously injured, vomited blood, and felt depressed.
Thousands of miles of golden light was torn apart by dozens of gaps. Beiming monks from all over the place rushed in. They could no longer stop it, it could only be a melee!
"This battle is unavoidable."
Wu Ci sighed softly and waved the flag in his hand. The Wushuang army listened to his order, formed a formation, and rushed into the enemy's formation. In the middle, fight head-on!
Ji Sheng Demon Lord, Liu Changshou and others also had pale faces. They did not expect that the "Ten Thousand Immortals Formation" was really broken and this battle turned into a decisive battle.
“Nanxuan is in danger!”
Liu Changshou sighed, but he had no choice but to command the beast army to rush into the battlefield without any reservations.
Wars rage and blood flows!
The battlefield of tens of millions of monks stretches for hundreds of millions of miles. Those with great supernatural powers can only see one-tenth of the battlefield if they use their Dharma eyes. They don’t know what is happening in the distance, they can only see the various places. They are all fighting, and the sounds of wailing and screaming are endless!
"Hahaha! So happy! So happy!"
On a battlefield somewhere, a middle-aged man with disheveled hair and a distorted face looked up to the sky and roared.
"This is the real world of cultivation. The weak eat the strong. It's natural! What were the days like in the past? We had to pretend to talk about benevolence, righteousness and morality. From now on, there will no longer be seven mountains and twelve cities. This is the real happy world!"
Amidst the laughter, the man's hands glowed with green light, flashing like will-o'-the-wisps. He grabbed several Nanxuan soldiers in his hands, all of whom were at the Juyuan Realm. They were sucked into him in the blink of an eye. Someone did it.
"Hahaha, starting from today, I will be able to show off my talents!"
He was proud in his heart and laughed wildly in the sky, but just in the middle of his laughter, a bomb suddenly flew from behind. The ring, shaped like a full moon and as sharp as a knife, swiped through his waist in just an instant.
This man was cut in half in the middle, his laughter was still stuck in his throat, but his soul had been wiped out, and he died happily
There was another battlefield where several female cultivators from Nanxuan were besieged. They were all disciples of a small sect called "Baihua Tower" and their cultivation level was not high, only in the middle stage of Juyuan Realm.
The Beiming monks who surrounded and killed them were also in the Juyuan realm, but they were more numerous and stronger.
Seeing that they were outmatched, there were also lewd and evil people among their opponents who uttered obscene words during the fight. The female cultivators could not help but turn pale when they thought of what would happen if they were defeated.
At this moment, a white rainbow passed by, and I saw a young Taoist, Xianfeng Taoist, holding a fly whisk in his hand, and with a slight wave of his sleeves, he displayed the authentic Xuanmen Taoism, instantly surrounding the enemy The Beiming monk killed him.
The female cultivators were all in danger just now, but they didn't expect to be saved by this man. Seeing his immortal demeanor and gentle face, they couldn't help but feel good about him.
"Thank you, senior, for saving your life. I wonder if you can tell me the origin, so that we can remember your great kindness." One of the female cultivators said with a shy expression.
But the young Taoist had no expression on his face and sighed: "I am the elder of Jiuxiao Guan. In troubled times, I can do my best, so there is no need to say thank you."
The word "thank you" has just been spoken. The young Taoist was stunned for a moment, and a red line appeared on his neck. Then the big head fell down without any warning, fell to the ground, and rolled in front of the girls like a rubber ball.
“Ah”
The female cultivators in Baihua Tower had not yet reacted. After waiting for a moment, they each let out a scream.
Only then did he see clearly that there was a big red-haired hand behind the young Taoist. He heard Jie Jie's strange laughter coming from a distance, and then the big hand grabbed the young Taoist's soul and spirit away.
"Senior, he is dead"
All the girls in Baihua Tower were stunned.
Unexpectedly, the senior who they regarded as having great supernatural powers was just a leaf of duckweed on this battlefield. One moment he was casting spells to save others, and the next moment he couldn't even save his own life.
This is the battle of monks, this is the catastrophe of life!
Heaven is ruthless, and killings and calamities are everywhere. No matter right or wrong, no matter the camp, there is no distinction between right and wrong, and no distinction between good and evil. With just a little carelessness or bad luck, anyone may be wiped out
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