Soon, half an hour passed.
Ling Tian's eyes flickered, and he suddenly raised the holy pattern pen in his hand.
Several sixth-order holy patterns appeared in succession, and the surrounding holy pattern array disappeared.
"A lot of time wasted!"
Ling Tian murmured something in his mouth and stepped away from this place in the air.
Listening to what Ding Ping said, if everyone enters the underworld battlefield, they can kill all the ghost warriors in three days.
Calculating the time, it has been more than an hour since the Underworld Battlefield was opened.
Ling Tian now has one thousand nine hundred and four points, and his efficiency is quite fast.
In the next few hours, Ling Tian focused on hunting the ghost warriors.
In the underworld battlefield, everyone else was also searching for traces of the Onimusha.
After a period of fighting, Ling Tian made some adjustments and broke into a mountain range.
At this time, he had been in the underworld battlefield for a day.
The number of points on his body has exceeded 5,000, which is enough to ensure promotion.
But just being promoted is far from satisfying him.
His goal is to get as high a ranking as possible in this round.
"Murderous!"
Not long after entering the mountains, a murderous aura struck from the distance.
Ling Tian's eyes flashed, following the murderous intent.
Not long after, we arrived at the place filled with murderous intent.
Ling Tian hid in the dark and found that more than two hundred ghost warriors were surrounding and killing one person.
On the ground below the space where the battle was taking place, there were still seven corpses of warriors lying on the ground.
"Xiao Yan?"
Ling Tian looked at the figure surrounded by ghost warriors and his expression changed slightly.
This person is none other than Xiao Yan, who is now wearing a black robe to hide his identity.
If I guessed correctly, Xiao Yan should have formed a team with seven other people.
But in the process of fighting against the Onimusha army, seven people died one after another.
Now, Xiao Yan is the only one left, still fighting alone.
Because once an Onimusha is killed, his figure turns into black smoke and disappears.
At this moment, it is impossible to judge how many people this army of Onimusha originally had.
"Something's wrong!"
When Ling Tian saw Xiao Yan was in trouble, he couldn't just sit back and watch.
But when he just stood up and prepared to take action, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
Today's Xiao Yan, like him, is also in the middle realm of the Heavenly Emperor.
But to be able to strike the Ninghuang Bell for eighteen times, the combat power will never be simple.
Facing more than two hundred ghost warriors, how could he be in trouble?
Unless, these two hundred or so Onimusha all have cultivation levels above the Heavenly Emperor Middle Realm, or at least they are all from the Ghost School among Onimusha.
But obviously, this is impossible!
There are only a thousand ghost schools in the entire underworld battlefield.
How could these ghost schools all appear here?
"That is……"
Ling Tian looked towards the back of the group of ghost warriors and found a figure standing there.
This man was wearing black armor and looked like an Onimusha, commanding an army of Onimusha.
Judging from the aura, this ghost warrior has an aura that is comparable to that of a demigod warrior.
"Ghost handsome!"
Ling Tian's eyes darkened and he confirmed the identity of the ghost warrior.
An onimustra who possesses the cultivation of the semi-god realm must undoubtedly be an oni-shuai.
In the entire underworld battlefield, there is only one ghost commander.
What a coincidence, it appears here.
Although this ghost commander has no intention of taking action.
But just commanding a group of Onimusha also increased the combat power of this group of Onimusha.
It was a bit difficult for Xiao Yan to deal with more than two hundred people by himself!
call out! call out! call out……
Seeing that Xiao Yan's situation was not very optimistic, Ling Tian rushed out decisively.
Continuously swinging the sword, the Holy Light Prisoner Dragon Sword bloomed with bursts of sword light.
Because they were attacking from the outside, this group of ghost warriors had no time to defend themselves.
On the spot, more than ten ghost warriors died under Ling Tian's sword.
However, this group of ghost warriors reacted quickly and gathered around.
In the blink of an eye, a circle of encirclement formed again, surrounding Ling Tian as well.
"Brother Xiao Yan, are you okay?"
Since there was no one around, Ling Tian directly revealed Xiao Yan's identity.
"Under the leadership of the Ghost Commander, the combat power of this group of Ghost Warriors has increased by at least 30%. We must be careful."
Xiao Yan had no time to respond to Ling Tian's greetings and just reminded him in a low voice.
Judging from his condition, he was a little tired, but he still had the strength to fight.
"Ghost handsome?"
Ling Tian's eyes darkened slightly, staring at Gui Shuai in the distance.
At this time, Gui Shuai pointed his spear forward.
A group of Onimusha pressed on the figure again.
boom! boom! boom……
After a brief confrontation, Ling Tian quickly discovered something unusual.
Among this group of ghost warriors, there are actually only ten ghost schools and more than fifty ghost captains.
The rest are just ghost warriors and ghost soldiers.
But these ghost soldiers will not take the initiative to charge forward, but will only stick to the ghost school and ghost captain.
The Ghost School and the Ghost Lieutenant already possess the cultivation levels of the Heavenly Emperor's Middle Realm and the Heavenly Emperor's First Realm.
Under the leadership of the ghost commander, his combat power has increased, and he is also assisted by ghost warriors and ghost soldiers, making him extremely difficult to deal with.
"We must fight quickly, otherwise we will be killed by them!"
After Ling Tian saw the situation clearly, he spoke in a deep voice and his eyes gradually became sharper.
In front of Xiao Yan and this group of ghost warriors, he had no need to reserve his strength.
He used powerful sword moves one after another, each move was a sub-god level martial skill, killing a lot of people.
"Brother Lingtian, it seems that you are in a good situation this year!"
Xiao Yan sighed with a smile when he saw that Ling Tian was using a powerful sub-god level sword skill.
"It's just a sub-god level martial skill."
Ling Tian didn't think it was anything and responded casually.
All the major forces in the southern region of Dongzhou have many divine-level martial arts.
What is truly precious are god-level exercises and martial arts.
The major forces have strict control over god-level exercises and martial arts.
Unless they are the most core characters, they have no chance to practice.
"hehe……"
Xiao Yan is also a person who does not want to be inferior to others.
As he spoke, his expression gradually became serious.
The power of violent flames spurted out from his body.
That scorching power seemed to be able to burn and destroy the world.
"Um?"
Ling Tian was fighting in the crowd of ghost warriors. He noticed something strange on Xiao Yan's side and couldn't help but turn his head to look. He was immediately shocked, "The eleventh kind of strange fire?"
Xiao Yan enhances his own cultivation and strength by refining strange fire.
In fact, when he was in the Cambrian Realm, he had integrated at most eleven kinds of strange fires.
Only later, he returned the Sky Forging Hammer to the lineage of Divine Forging Masters.
The Heaven-casting Flame hidden in the Heaven-casting Hammer was also returned.
When he left the Cambrian Realm, Xiao Yan actually only had ten kinds of strange fires.
But now, he has eleven types of strange fires!
call……
Xiao Yan, wrapped in flames, stepped out.
Like a flame war god, coming from purgatory.
boom! boom! boom……
Between consecutive waves of palms, the flame palm prints burst out with destructive power.
The seemingly simple and casual moves are actually not weaker than demi-god level martial arts.
"Fighting like this must be very exhausting, right?"
Ling Tian saw such a scene and secretly guessed in his heart.
The eleventh type of strange fire that Xiao Yan fused was too violent.
It seems that it is not well controlled.
This resulted in the power of the flames overflowing during the attack.
boom! boom! boom……
The two joined forces and fought fiercely, killing more than half of the more than 200 Onimusha.
At this time, the ghost commander who had been just directing the battle took a step forward.
The remaining hundred Onimusha, as if they had received some order, all withdrew.
