An island in the sea. If you look closely, you can see that the island is floating on the sea.
In the deep sea, there would have been many water demon tribes, but at this moment there was no trace at all.
Around the island, there are many immortal cultivators wearing cloaks, patrolling back and forth to guard.
This is the base camp built by the Western Natural Sect.
Although the war between immortal cultivators is based on individualism, they also need the assistance of the formation team.
In particular, there are many powerful magical powers that require extra spiritual energy and immortality to be used.
This is just like the human war, they need supplies.
The consumption ratio of using the teleportation array was not appropriate, so they built this island as a place for supply and reorganization after the war.
Bishop MacLeese followed a young man.
This young man is Zhuang Zimu, who has just "come to the mortal world" from the Yunshang Realm. He is also the senior brother of Chi Mobei, the prime minister of Daqian. He has a high status in the Mo League of the Yunshang Realm.
This time, he came with instructions from Yunshangjie to promote victory.
He believed that if a person like Xu Mochen continued to hesitate and let it go, he would end up with a big problem.
As for whether Xu Mochen was the chess piece or smoke of Tu Dao Xiaoyao Immortal, it was not within his scope to consider.
More importantly, he vaguely felt that there had been subtle changes in the treatment of Xu Mochen and even the entire Upper Cloud Realm in the Shifang World of Middle-earth.
This change must be suppressed.
"Sir," MacLeese always wanted to test the boss, "Sir, he should have been a member of the Zhongtu Grammar Sect before. Now that his identity has changed, please don't miss the old relationship."
Zhuang Zimu comforted him: "Don't worry, I understand my mission, otherwise I wouldn't come here in person this time."
When the world above the clouds comes to the mortal world, there is a price to pay.
“There are currently three hundred masters from the Boraclea Sect assembled,” MacLeese was reassured, “and our Holy See has dispatched 1,800 saints.
The lowest realm is also the peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm. The main team is all strong in the Golden Core Realm. "
"I guess the emperor doesn't have so many masters around him," Zhuang Zimu was very satisfied. "We have an advantage in terms of total combat power."
"Yes," MacLeese nodded, "So the battle plan we discussed is to attack the twenty-four defensive formations in Middle-Earth at the same time once it starts, catching them off guard."
Zhuang Zimu frowned slightly: "Spread the troops? The formation in Zhongtu is not that easy to break."
"Yes," MacLeese agreed, "it was just a feint.
Our real main force is still targeting the capital. "
Zhuang Zimu was silent for a while: "In the capital, there are more defensive formations, and although the national fortunes in Daqian have weakened recently, the emperor is still here, so we must act with caution."
MacLeese smiled: "The capture of the capital city means that the losses in the Middle Earth are minimal. The upper world of the clouds must also explain the ten directions of the mortal world."
This is true. Zhuang Zimu did not continue the topic: "So, what if they attack?"
"The emperor doesn't have enough combat power around him," MacLeese was stunned. He had never thought about the development of the emperor coming to kill him. "But even if he comes by force, we are fully prepared.
We also have a defensive formation around the island, with Monroe in charge. "
"Mun Luo?" Zhuang Zimu took a breath of air, "One of the ten heroes of the Boraclea Sect.
Speaking of which, where is their suzerain? "
"That big boss usually doesn't care about these things," MacLeese didn't care at all. "Otherwise, if she is willing to take action, not to mention becoming the emperor, I am afraid that more than half of the Middle-earth will be reduced to ashes."
Zhuang Zimu was relatively satisfied: "Your Holy Lord is also paying close attention to this matter in the Upper Cloud Realm, and must not make any mistakes."
MacLeese took the order.
Both sides are preparing and waiting for the time to start the war.
Xu Mochen took out all the third-grade Immortal Fate Pills that had recently been condensed in his Qizang Divine Mansion and gave them to Chi Mobei for arrangement.
In addition, he originally killed several courtiers and obtained some resources, but now he invested them all as resources.
As for Chi Mobei, after choosing his position, there is no way out.
It is rare for courtiers to work together to deal with the outside world.
As for other sects in China, they have expressed their opinions more or less.
Of course, what is more important is to give some symbolic resources and send out a few immortal cultivators to make soy sauce.
This is a war that the world of immortality is paying attention to.
Xu Mochen was still thinking about when the other party would take action, but when Chinese Valentine's Day was approaching, he received the news.
The Natural Sect cultivators attacked at the same time, launching a strong attack on the twenty-four defensive formations in the Middle Earth.
On the other side, Chi Mobei also led the experts to prepare the Dutian Tuyuan Formation.
"The news from the Prime Minister," the atmosphere was very solemn. Tang Derun's mouth was dry and he felt extremely nervous. "It will take half an hour to activate the formation.
However, according to the news coming back so far, it is not a problem for the defensive formations in various places to resist for half an hour. "
"The Natural Sect's goal is the capital city," Xu Mochen stood in front of the map, and the concubine beside him followed, "Their main force will definitely attack here.
I estimate that they most likely think that we will adopt a comprehensive defensive posture. "
"There are several layers of formations in the capital, and it would take too much time to crack them one by one," Shen Zhining reminded, "Maybe they are also launching a large-scale attack formation."
"Have you found the location of the opponent's base camp?" Xu Mochen asked.
"The exact location is not clear yet," Tang Derun handed over a jade piece, which contained the latest news. "However, spiritual energy fluctuations were detected in the sea area, and our scouts thought that there was the biggest problem."
"I will take the first step," Xu Mochen decided. "The other party will definitely find a way to break through the capital's defensive formation. They need to open the shield, and that is the best time for us to rush in."
After the plan was finalized, Xu Mochen did not stop. Everyone stepped on the flying sword and rushed to the sea outside the capital at night.
At this moment, the situation in the world was changing, but the people just thought that the typhoon was coming. No one thought that this was a battle that could destroy the capital. , The news of the emperor's victory over the foreign country had just spread throughout the capital, and most of the people were still immersed in the cheers of victory.
Xu Mochen and others came to the beach. Someone from the Dragon Clan had already come forward to pay homage to their own princess Mi Luo before telling Xu Mochen the target location.
The Dragon Clan didn't dare to make any big announcements, but they had an alliance with each other, so they still had to show some attitude.
As for the rest, Xu Mochen didn't ask much.
Flying towards the deep sea, when looking back, you can see huge formation patterns rising along the coast.
Of course, these are difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
From time to time, there is light passing by, which is the Middle-earth cultivator flying at high speed.
The war has finally begun!
(End of chapter)
