As the god-transformation monk led everyone closer, with a slight sweep of his spiritual consciousness, he discovered several hidden piles coming out of the surrounding area.
This made him sneer, pass the news to the army, and then send a message: "Who will help me to remove these hidden sentries?"
"I come!"
Just as the god-transformation monk was asking questions, several people immediately appeared. One of them was dressed in white clothes and was particularly eye-catching. But when everyone took a closer look, they turned out to be just a Qi Refining monk.
This made the god-transformation monk couldn't help but be stunned. He must know that the person who can go to the front line of the southern barbarian battlefield to fight must be a foundation-building monk at the very least.
This is not to say that there are no Qi Refining monks, but most of them are disciples from great sects or geniuses who come to practice. Either the means are superb, or there are many treasures. That's why you can have the ability to leapfrog and kill, so you can appear everywhere on the battlefield.
But these disciples are often not the treasures of various sects, so how can they be willing to live behind the enemy of the Southern Barbarians. Therefore, the god-transformation monk couldn't help but look at the qi-refining monk one more time, then nodded and said:
"According to what was discussed before the war, whether we can minimize losses this time depends on how well you fight this first battle!"
"yes!"
All the monks clasped their fists and moved very covertly towards the hidden stakes pointed out by the god-transforming monks.
Among them, the Qi Refining monk actually picked up a tough one, which made the God-Transformation monk also somewhat surprised and said: "Who is this? It seems that his subordinates are quite tough, why are they living in the Southern Barbarians?"
It was the Nascent Soul monk from Black Stone Mountain who had great communication. He glanced at him and said, "Young Master Yuan doesn't know. This person's name is Lu Changkong, and he is a monk from Qing Ning Valley. I heard that he is quite accomplished in the art of puppetry. I think Mr. Yuan must have a little knowledge." We’ll find out later.”
Sure enough, before the Yuanying monk from Black Rock Mountain finished speaking, he saw that the Qi Refining monk had secretly summoned three foundation-building puppets.
One of the puppets is lurking invisibly, and at first glance, it is extremely effective in sneak attacks. Another puppet was carrying a shield and following behind the monk in white. One look at this man revealed that he understood the essence of fighting in which victory is not expected and defeat is anticipated, so he protected his back early.
As for the third puppet, the bloody knife he is carrying is also very eye-catching. At first glance, it seems that he is good at powerful killing moves such as one-hit kills.
This made the god-transformation monk nodded slightly and said: "Qing Ninggu is quite capable. Could it be that they have many such powerful disciples? Otherwise, why would such disciples end up living in the Southern Barbarians?"
Unexpectedly, the monk in the form of gods had not stopped praising him, and the monk in white got in some more, and actually released another golden elixir puppet that looked like a mantis!
This made the god-transformation monk lose his indifferent expression for the first time and said in surprise: "Golden elixir puppet! Such a monk can also live in Nanman!!"
"If nothing else, let's just say that during this period of Qi refining and cultivation, he was able to have such spiritual consciousness to command a puppet with one golden elixir and three foundations. I'm afraid this person's future is not just about becoming a god!"
The Nascent Soul monk from the Black Stone Mountain next to him was also quite surprised and said: "I remember that the elder of his sect is only a golden elixir cultivator. He only became famous because of his two Nascent Soul puppets."
"Is it possible that Qing Ninggu is actually hiding his strength? Otherwise, why isn't such a powerful disciple properly protected within the sect?"
Just when the two great monks were astonished, the monk in white had already touched the hidden pile. His figure suddenly flashed, and his whole body merged into one, as if he had instantly put on a piece of armor.
I saw that his figure suddenly increased several times. Looking from a distance, it seemed as if there was an inexplicable twisted barrier around him.
This made him almost seem to be flashing in the air, and the pleasant feeling brought to him by the golden elixir puppet made him almost want to look up to the sky and scream.
However, he also knew that with his own strength, it was still too difficult to control this golden elixir puppet. If he hadn't affixed several magical armors to himself in advance, I'm afraid that just a few quick air dodges would have torn him into pieces.
However, the benefits of this were also huge, and his whole body suddenly became dark. Then, as if he suddenly jumped out of the lurking bottom of the water, with a "swish", the two huge mantis swords in his hands were like dark sickles.
With a flash of "poof", he penetrated directly into the opponent's body that suddenly tightened.
"Hiss!" However, although the blow hit him, Lu Changkong did not hold back.
Because he knew that most spiritual monks were transformed from various spiritual objects, so their bodies were all made extremely hard. Many of them also have weird properties such as being extremely flexible, sticky, and liquid-like, causing many human monks to suffer great losses.
So after he inserted it, the cross mantis knife instantly crossed and slashed through the opponent's body like a low sob.
In an instant, the spirit clan hidden pile fell down very cleanly, as fast as if a breeze swept over it, and then fell into deathly silence again.
"Okay!" With Lu Changkong taking the lead, the remaining hidden stakes were wiped out like melons and vegetables.
Except for one monk who met an extremely weird spiritual monk who was able to temporarily escape his body into the void. So it took a little effort to kill it.
However, this somewhat alarmed the Spirit Clan team. Therefore, when the cultivator saw this situation, he immediately waved his hand and said without hesitation:
"Don't hold back! Act now!"
"yes!"
In an instant, all the human monks showed their bodies, like tigers descending from the mountain. Under the leadership of the leading god-transformation monk, they rushed towards the team of the spirit race.
However, the moment the Spirit Transformation cultivator flew out, he caught a glimpse of the Qing Ninggu cultivator he had noticed before out of the corner of his eye. I don't know if it was because the golden elixir puppet was too heavy, but the monk suddenly stopped at the edge of the battlefield and did not rush in with him.
However, this thought only passed through his mind for a brief moment, and he immediately raised his hand and cast a spell that enveloped the entire audience, and shouted:
"The power of heaven descends, and all the cultivators shout in unison!"
In an instant, all the monks seemed to have risen to a small level, and the fighting spirit in their chests was raging.
But just when everyone was about to massacre the spiritual monks again, a rough voice suddenly sounded, laughing loudly: "It is indeed a group of buzzing flies! Let's see where you run away this time!"
After saying this, a huge palm covering the sky, like a giant spirit god descending to earth, moved towards the group of spiritual monks below.
"No! We fell into a trap!"
When the cultivator saw this scene, he didn't realize that he had been ambushed by the enemy. His eyes were about to burst, and he shouted: "Get back!" After saying that, he suddenly shook his hand and pulled out a talisman from his sleeve.
It turned out that this was the life-saving talisman left by the three sects before he left, and he could borrow the body of the leader of the three sects to strike.
But originally the intention of the three factions was to save their lives. Unexpectedly, only ten days later, he would use one on the spot.
Although this temporarily blocked the supporting guards, everyone hurriedly evacuated. But they didn't expect that there was a clicking sound outside, like bones rubbing together, and they smiled coldly:
"Now that you're here, why not just stay!" After saying that, a huge skeleton-like hand, like a ghost's claw, also grabbed it with green fire of phosphorus.
"Bitter!"
Unexpectedly, the monk who transformed the spirit came out of the tiger's mouth and entered the wolf's den again. He had no choice but to bite the bullet and punch out another life-saving talisman, and finally managed to break out.
But what made his heart bleed was that he could only hear a few "Ahhh" sounds behind him. It was obvious that some of the monks who had no time to evacuate had been poisoned by the opponent.
"Let's go! Let's go quickly!" But the god-transformation monk was probably scared out of his wits by Fuwei and Hei Ashi, and he took most of the remaining monks with him without even daring to look back, like a bereaved dog, heading farther away Escape everywhere.
"snort!"
Although he didn't completely catch all the righteous monks in one fell swoop, he did destroy the opponent's two trump cards. Still making Fuwei stare at the opponent's retreating figure, he laughed heartily and said:
"Hahaha! A bunch of ants. Do you think you can escape if you fall into your uncle's eyes?"
