On both sides, the dark cavalry began to move forward under the leadership of their respective generals.
This series of changes was somewhat unexpected, but the barbarians and demons behind the northern tribes seemed to have been prepared. With a dull sound of horns, two groups of cavalry began to move to both sides, preparing to meet Dagan's cavalry.
But it is only limited to this action.
Behind the northern alien army, a handsome man with a charming appearance listened to the report outside the tent, which did not affect his enjoyment in the big tent. After a while, after the person outside the tent reported the incident, a shrill howl was heard. The screams spread through the tent, and several naked and beautiful women were seen running out of it in horror.
After a while, a lazy voice came from inside.
"Come in1"
The general entered the tent and saw a charming young man who did not look like a mortal, leaning on the bed. A beautiful girl inside had her eyes wide open, with a look of horror on her face. , a huge hole with a trace of blood lying outside.
Seeing this situation, the general quickly lowered his head and recounted the changes on the battlefield.
After hearing this, the man rubbed his chin with interest.
"Interesting, there are still people in the Linghuan world who know the art of the Yin Weapon. However, this person has already taken advantage. Whatever he does now will be of no use. We can only end this battle quickly."
After saying this, he called softly.
"Bull Demon."
After a few breaths, a gloomy demonic energy appeared in the big tent. After dissipating, a man with horns on his head appeared in the big tent.
"Little Lord."
"You lead three thousand demon slaves and crush these ants. Don't be greedy for credit. The war has not yet come."
After saying that, he waved his hand and motioned for the two of them to go out.
After doing this, I saw a surge of black energy above the bed, and the charming young man just now disappeared.
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At this time, with the addition of new forces on the battlefield, the battlefield began to tilt to one side.
The same is true in the sky. Under the leadership of the thirteen ghosts, they are invincible like chopping melons and vegetables. Countless soul powers are scattered in the blood evil and are swallowed up by the ghosts on the whole side.
Emperor Qian Li Jianyuan was sitting in the center of the army, looking at the shape of the battlefield in the distance, and slowly felt relieved.
Just when everyone thought the victory was about to be decided, a huge passage opened up in the northern army formation, and countless horned monsters riding various beasts appeared, like a black sword rushing towards the battlefield where the army was fighting fiercely.
Emperor Qian Li Jianyuan frowned when he saw this, but he had no intention of letting the army retreat.
I saw this black torrent like a knife cutting tofu, instantly cutting a hole in the fierce battlefield. This group of tauren riding beasts filled with black energy of various colors entered the battlefield. No matter which side the soldiers were, they could see them. Killing, and even biting the corpses of soldiers in their hands, waving weapons in their hands, taking away every living life.
There is no shortage of courageous people in the world. Among the generals, I saw some people using their swords and fighting with them. The swords were thickened but they could not hurt them at all, but their big heads were chopped off by these monsters.
Li Jianyuan, who was behind the formation, finally realized that something was wrong, and quickly ordered Ming Jin to withdraw his troops. Dozens of strong men with their ears plugged saw the order flags greeting them, and waved huge gongs as thick as bowls in their hands, and beat the gongs in front of them fiercely.
A rapid sound of gongs quickly spread throughout the battlefield. When the soldiers heard the sound of gongs, they began to stop focusing on killing the enemy and retreated back in an orderly manner.
At this time, the various tribes in the north still had no desire to fight again, so they also blew the horns of various tribes and summoned the tribal warriors to return.
It only took several hours for both sides to retreat completely, leaving a pile of corpses scattered across the field.
Taking advantage of the two sides' retreat, the group of demons once again pursued Sergeant Daqian for a while, but were attacked by ghosts in the sky and blocked their way, and then retreated.
It was night, and the lights were brightly lit in the big tent.
Zuo Du, who was sitting at the top, was the first to speak.
"I didn't expect that the demons even produced demon slaves. It seems that they plan to devour the creatures in this world to train demon soldiers."
Ning Tao looked a little strange when he heard this.
"I went to the north to inquire about information some time ago, but I didn't notice any information about these demon slaves. I don't know how they hide their methods."
"It's normal that you don't notice it. The demons are inherently cunning and brutal, but these northern tribes don't know it. Now I'm afraid they are riding a tiger and it's hard to get off."
"It seems that we have to seize the time for the final battle, otherwise it will be difficult to solve it after these demon slaves have devoured enough flesh and blood and souls."
"Calling all the immortal cultivators to gather together, set up a large formation, and use the thunder formation to destroy the demons. But during this period, you, Ning Tao, are needed to take care of the battlefield."
Ning Tao nodded seriously when he heard this.
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A few days later, in the monster man's big tent, a blood pool with a radius of ten feet was like boiling water. Barbarian monks and evil cultivators were escorted into the big tent, thrown into the blood pool, and left to their own devices. No matter how you resist, in just a moment, it will melt away like snow in water.
When no one else entered, the strange man flew into it and saw a pool full of blood. The blood disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only the strange man in a bloody robe.
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A month later, it was still the same battlefield, with millions of soldiers fighting, rivers of blood flowing, corpses strewn across the fields, and the sun and moon dimming.
In the sky, the ghosts in armor were like generals on the battlefield, leading the dead souls under their men, rushing left and right, tearing the souls of various races into pieces, turning them into pure soul power and scattering them into the blood evil. .
The battle lasted for two days and two nights. The northern tribes, who had gathered in the millions, finally could no longer hold on and began to rout. However, this rout did not matter. There were countless demons lingering in the rear led by a man named Niu Mo. Next, he began to charge from behind and kill countless soldiers of various northern tribes.
A thick bloody mist began to fill the air, mixed with soaring demonic energy and swallowing up these mortal soldiers.
Seeing this, the monks headed by Zuo Du on the Daqian side quickly called to Li Jianyuan to retreat. The rapid sound of gongs soon rang across the entire battlefield. The soldiers who heard the sound of golden gongs retreated in an orderly manner.
Night came soon, but the miserable sounds in the distant demonic energy were still coming, which made the monks headed by Zuo Du and Ning Tao couldn't help but frown.
It was just dawn the next day, and the demonic energy of blood in the distance slowly dissipated.
Ning Tao and others looked around and saw thousands of Zhangxu demons lingering in black energy gathered in front of the original camp, their scarlet eyes staring at where Ning Tao and others were.
During this night, the large army of soldiers had already begun to move to the rear, leaving the battlefield to the group of monks.
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A blood-red monster man was sitting on a pedestal and was carried to the battlefield by four tall demons.
Looking at the nearly a thousand monks of different cultivation levels waiting in the distance, he smiled evilly and waved his hand gently.
He saw the tall bull demon behind him raising his weapon and roaring back.
This group of demons turned into a black iron curtain and came towards the monks.
When Zuo Du and others came to this situation, they immediately shouted loudly and formed a formation.
I saw the monks who were not in formation immediately dispersed, sitting on the altars one by one, forming seals in their hands.
In the middle position, Zuo Du sat high on it, taking out a command flag and waving it in his hand. After a moment, the sky was filled with dark clouds, thunder and lightning flashed, and thunder and lightning moved among them, creating a scene of world destruction.
After a while, this group of demons riding various monster beasts arrived in front of the formation.
Ning Tao, who was behind the formation, saw the command flag in Zuodu's hand waved, and hundreds of bowl-sized thunderbolts fell straight down, hitting the group of demons.
Countless demons waved their weapons and shot out streaks of black energy, trying to resist, but the effect was not obvious.
In the blink of an eye, the black energy was shattered by thunder, and all kinds of bombardments hit the dark body.
Every time Zuodu in the formation waved his flag, hundreds of thunderbolts fell, reflecting the bright earth like daylight.
In this way, after the tea time, countless monks staggered around, and all their magic power was drained away.
However, they did not dare to relax at this time. They took pills one after another and held spiritual stones to restore their mana.
Under Zhancha's thunder attack, countless demons lost their vitality, leaving only a charred body.
The number of demons outside the formation is getting smaller and smaller, and the number of thunder falling from the sky is also decreasing, but at this time they cannot break through this thunder sky.
After another tea time, the monks in the formation were finally unable to provide mana for the formation, and they all sat cross-legged to recover.
At this time, Zuo Du also looked pale. After all, these thousands of demon slaves who had devoured enough flesh and blood souls were equivalent to foundation-building cultivation. As a golden elixir monk, he could not resist them.
Ning Tao, who was behind the formation, saw this and threw thirteen blood soul flags. Countless Yin soldiers, led by the ghosts, rushed forward to meet the remaining demons and buy time for the monks in the formation to recover their mana.
It's just that the hundreds of thousands of Yin soldiers didn't seem to have any effect. The Yin soldiers transformed from the ghosts of ordinary mortals were killed by this group of monsters like chopping melons and vegetables, and their souls were absorbed by them, becoming the material to strengthen them.
Seeing this, Ning Tao frowned and opened his lips slightly, as if he was telling something. After a moment, he transformed into a four-armed black ape several feet tall and rushed forward.
After Ning Tao said something, hundreds of thousands of ghosts were seen kneeling on the ground among the blood demons, letting their generals devour them.
The four-armed black ape transformed by Ning Tao entered the demons. Although the strength of the two was very different, the demons were numerous. After showing off their power for a while, they were quickly surrounded.
The young man in blood robe who was standing above him sneered when he saw this.
After restraining Ning Tao, the remaining demons wanted to continue rushing towards the monks in the formation.
An old monk from the sect who saw this situation sighed slightly.
He flew forward, and in the blink of an eye he was close to these demons, with several magic weapons around him glowing with brilliance.
A huge roar suddenly came, and the figure of the monk just now was nowhere to be seen.
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