Chapter 189 Bombing Yuanhe Mountain

At this time, on Yuanhe Mountain, a large number of warriors and disciples all ran out, pointing at the huge sphere that was constantly moving in the air in the distance.

"Look! What is that?"

"What a big ball!"

"There seems to be someone up there?"

"Many...at least a thousand of them!"

"Drifting towards our Yuanhe Mountain?"

"Could it be the imperial army..."

Many Yuanheshan disciples were talking about it, and Wang Feiyu and others also ran out of the house at this time.

Looking at the huge balls floating in the sky, his eyes were full of shock.

"Can it float in the air? Monk shuttle? So many..."

"No! It's not a shuttle..."

"There's someone up there...damn it! It's the imperial army!"

Wang Feiyu's eyesight was very good, and he quickly discovered something, and immediately said: "Yuan Sanli, quickly select six first-level warriors, and stick to the five directions of Yuanhe Mountain with the five-direction soul-gathering flag."

"Five directions? What is that?"

"Zi Feng, Zi Tong, take them there!"

"Yes! Ancestor!"

"Yuan Dazong, let your archers shoot down these flying balls."

"Yes!"

Under Wang Feiyu's order, the entire Yuanhe Mountain began to take action.

Yuan Sanli immediately selected six first-level warrior disciples. At the same time, he, Wang Pu and Xie Jiuque, under the leadership of Wang Zitong and Wang Zifeng, held the five-square sentence wedding chamber and stood at the five directions of Yuanhe Mountain. .

Many disciples were arranged according to wartime training, and a large group of archers were stationed high on Yuanhe Mountain.

"Cum!"

After the hot air balloon approached the height of Yuanhe Mountain, Yuan Dazong gave an order, and dense arrows immediately shot out into the air.

The disciples of Yuanhe Mountain who can be classified as archers by Yuan Dazong are all elites, and their strength is at least above that of third-level warriors.

Although the arrow's accuracy is not very accurate, it is powerful enough to shoot a distance of three to five hundred meters.

You can shoot those hot air balloons that are coming.

It is a pity that people from the Ministry of Industry have already made countermeasures.

They covered the surface of the hot air balloon with thick cowhide. Unless shot with a bed crossbow, it would be difficult for ordinary arrows to penetrate the hot air balloon protected by cowhide.

"Poof!"

"Puff!"

Arrows shot out like a torrential rain, and the dozen or so huge hot air balloons that were about to be headed were shot into hedgehogs.

It's a pity that these ordinary arrows can't hinder the approach of the hot air balloon at all.

Just like this, huge hot air balloons slowly approached the top of Yuanhe Mountain, covering most of the Yuanhe Mountain Sect.

The 30,000 yuan Heshan disciples on the mountain and the more than 100,000 rebels everywhere subconsciously looked up at the dense and huge black shadow, their eyes full of shock.

"Cum!"

"Shoot them down!"

For some reason, looking at the densely packed hot air balloons on the top of the mountain, Yuan Dazong suddenly felt a sense of despair in his heart, as if a disaster was imminent in the next second.

Under his roar, arrows shot out again. Several of the hot air balloons actually moved downward slowly because there were too many arrows stuck in their bodies.

At this time, Xie Jiuque had already arrived at Wang Feiyu's specific location, holding the Five Directions Soul Gathering Flag.

Wang Zitong left in a hurry and took the other six disciples to other five directions.

Xie Jiuque rolled his eyes and subconsciously looked up at the densely packed hot air balloons.

"Is this thing... really a fairy treasure? Can it make mortals fly in the air?"

He looked down at the Five Directions Soul-Gathering Flag in his hand again, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

There is definitely something fishy about this Five Directions Soul Gathering Flag.

Thinking of this, he glanced around again. A large number of disciples were extremely panicked and looked at the hot air balloons moving in the sky in shock.

"Who is that, come here!"

Xie Jiuque waved to a big man to come over.

"Thank you, senior!"

Although this Yuanheshan disciple looked panicked, he still said respectfully.

"What's your name, and what level of martial arts are you in?"

"Thank you senior, junior Wu Dashan, a second-level warrior, I don't know how to thank senior..."

"It's like this. I will work with Comrade Qin Zongyuan Sanli to surround and kill the imperial masters later. This flag is the key, and it is under your control."

Saying that, Xie Jiuque thrust the Five Directions Soul Gathering Flag into Wu Dashan's hand and ordered: "Without Yuan Sanli's order, you must never abandon this flag, do you understand!"

"Ancestor's order?"

Wu Dashan immediately said excitedly: "Yes! Thank you, senior! I will never let go, junior!"

"Okay! Let me go first..."

Before he finished speaking, Xie Jiuque left quickly, leaving only Wu Dashan holding the Five Directions Soul Gathering Flag in both hands.

Xie Jiuque did not stay away, but hid in a big tree in the distance.

He wanted to see what Wang Feiyu was up to.

At the same time, above the hot air balloon, Huang Weizheng and Xu Mujun stood on the same hot air balloon, looking down.

"General Xu, is it okay?"

Xu Mujun said: "I don't understand this kind of fighting method. General Huang takes the lead in everything."

"Yes, General!"

Huang Wei waved, and the ordering soldier beside him nodded immediately.

He immediately pulled out two triangular flags, one red and one green, and started waving flags.

After more than ten breaths, the semaphore spread throughout the hot air balloon.

In an instant, the entire Flying Eagle Army began to take action.

They took out the thunderbolts weighing a kilogram each from the bamboo basket at their feet, stretched out half of their bodies, and threw them fiercely towards Yuanhe Mountain below them.

"Whoops..."

"咻咻~"

Countless people who were still on Yuanhe Mountain subconsciously looked up at the sky, wondering what they were thinking at the thunderbolts that were falling like melons.

What are the imperial troops doing?

Do you want to use these iron lumps to smash them to death?

In just a few breaths, the fastest thunderbolt immediately landed on the boulder in the back mountain. "Boom!"

A violent explosion startled countless people on Yuanhe Mountain, and they all looked towards the back mountain subconsciously.

What is that?

Why did it explode?

Among the countless people, only Wang Feiyu's expression suddenly changed.

He flipped his hand suddenly, and a golden talisman appeared in his hand. The magic power in his body instantly activated the talisman.

A pale golden light enveloped his entire body in an instant.

Then...

"Boom!"

"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom...!!!"

Countless violent and continuous explosions suddenly sounded up and down Yuanhe Mountain.

Infinite flames rolled, accompanied by violent shock waves and gravel scattered in all directions, tearing all Yuanheshan disciples and other rebels into pieces.

"Boom!"

"Rumble...!"

In mid-air, one thunderbolt after another was thrown down by the people of the Flying Eagle Army, just like hard-working farmers.

Looking down from a high place, the entire Yuanhe Mountain was almost enveloped in violent explosions and rolling flames.

Countless people were screaming and running wildly, and then they were blown to pieces again!

The entire Yuanhe Mountain, including the main hall, trees, and wing rooms, as well as disciples, warriors, pigs, dogs, cattle, sheep and other domestic animals, could not escape and could only be passively bombed.

Countless Yuanheshan disciples and rebels were running away in all directions, panicking, getting angry, crying loudly, or kneeling down to beg for mercy, but none of them could stop the Thunderbolt's attack.

What greeted them were thunderbolts falling from the sky one after another, blasting them into ashes!

In particular, the main halls and wing rooms on Yuanhe Mountain were the targets of the Flying Eagle Military Gate's bombardment.

A large number of houses were blown down, and countless people either ran out crying and were killed by the bombing, or were crushed to death by the collapsed houses.

This attack caused countless Yuanheshan disciples to suffer.

At that time, when many rebels in Haizhou gathered in Yuanhe Mountain, Yuanhe Mountain deliberately placed them at the foot of the mountain, on the mountainside, or in places they must pass up the mountain.

The purpose is to treat them as cannon fodder and fight against the imperial army.

But now...

The Flying Eagle Army came out and bombed the core area of Yuanhe Mountain. Countless Yuanhe Mountain disciples were regarded as cannon fodder at this moment and were bombarded mercilessly.

"Damn...Tianleizi!"

Outside the ruins of the main hall, looking at the thunderbolts that were continuously falling, Wang Feiyu, who was protected by the diamond shield, had shock and fear in his eyes.

He didn't expect that the imperial army would actually have possession of this fairy treasure, and they would bomb it like crazy for free.

"Something's wrong...it seems different from Tianleizi. What is this thing?"

"Boom!"

Another thunderbolt exploded in front of him, and the broken rocks and flames swept in, but they were all blocked by the diamond talisman.

"Ancestor!"

"Ancestor...ah!"

A quick voice sounded, and Wang Zifeng was seen approaching quickly with a magic weapon like a turtle shell on his body, his face extremely ugly.

"Ancestor! Yuanhe Mountain is over! Let's retreat quickly!"

"Evacuate? Where can we evacuate?"

Wang Feiyu said coldly: "If I guess correctly, the entire Yuanhe Mountain has now been surrounded by the imperial army."

"A bunch of trash...!"

"Senior Wang!, Senior Wang!"

Another panicked voice rang out, and Yuan Dazong was seen approaching very quickly. His body was in a mess, and there were many wounds torn by gravel on his body.

"Senior Wang! Please activate the Five Directions Soul Gathering Flag quickly to save the lives of our thirty thousand disciples on Yuanhe Mountain!"

Wang Feiyu frowned and said: "Five Directions Soul Gathering Flag?"

"That flag is used to deal with Xu Mujun, to protect these mortals...how is it possible!"

"But...but..."

At this moment, the eyes of several people suddenly changed.

"The explosion has stopped!"

"The weird weapons of the imperial army have been exhausted!"

"Quick, check how many people are left, the imperial army is definitely going to launch a general attack!"

Several orders sounded, and Yuan Dazong's figure even ran towards the disciple gathering place, wanting to appease many disciples.

At this time, Wang Feiyu subconsciously raised his head.

"Ancestor?"

"He's coming down!"

"Coming down...who?"

"The imperial army!"

Wang Zifeng also subconsciously looked up, and was shocked to find that the countless hot air balloons that were floating hundreds of meters above their heads were actually slowly descending.

The huge figure and the weird spherical monster made countless people tremble in fear under their oppression.

"Hmph...!"

Wang Feiyu snorted coldly: "A mere mortal dares to use these cowhide things to deceive me. You deserve to die!"

"There are also those things that are suspected of being Tianleizi. I want to see what the secret is!"

"Zi Feng, kill them, it's best to capture a few alive!"

"Yes! Ancestor!"

At this moment, the huge hot air balloons slowly descended, which also caused countless Yuanhe Mountain disciples who had survived to raise their heads.

"What kind of monster is that?"

"Immortal, Immortal treasure!"

"Spare your life, spare your life..."

"Quick, look! There's someone on that ball!"

"They're coming down! They're coming down!"

Amidst the disbelieving looks of countless surviving rebels, a figure appeared from the bamboo basket under the hot air balloon, jumped up without hesitation, and killed them!

kill!

Begging for a monthly ticket! ! !

(End of chapter)