At this time, there was another change in the direction of Wangyue Cultivation World.
"Holy soil fighting monk talisman soldiers!" There are seven more who are not in the early stage of the golden elixir. They are wearing three-color bodhi clothes, holding Buddha's secrets in their hands, and forming a magic circle of their own. An earthy yellow aura emerged from each person's body and merged together. They gathered together to form a huge fighting monk statue. The fighting monk statue was about ten feet tall, like a furious-eyed Vajra, standing tall against the sky and the ground.
"Spread talismans to form an army!" the elder monk at the head shouted, and waved hundreds of khaki strange talismans in his hand, each talisman outlines the image of a monk soldier with spiritual patterns.
The war monk Faxiang, who was formed by the seven people, held his left palm flat, slowly stretched forward, and a beam of spiritual light penetrated into the strange talisman. In an instant, a strong wind and sand blew up, and the ordinary foundation-building monks could not control themselves, and were blown around by the wind and sand.
The foundation-building monk who originally hoped to reach the immortal world was besieged. Just when his magic power was exhausted and he closed his eyes and waited for death, the enemy cultivator who was besieging him was swept away by the wind and sand, and his body was swept away like a withered leaf in the air. And he himself felt dizzy for a while, but this turbulence did not distinguish between friend and foe.
The warrior monks gathered together by the seven people emitted spiritual light, and hundreds of strange talismans gathered together to form soldiers, becoming warrior monks wearing robes. Each held a Zen staff and the monks' robes stirred up, and rushed towards the monks of the War Moon Alliance. .
"It seems that the Moon Watching Alliance is planning to put all their money on the line, so let's have a showdown with them today." A group of Nascent Soul Ancestors from the Zhan Yue Alliance saw this huge change in the battle formation with their spiritual consciousness, and each of them felt a little worried and worried. Some expectations.
What they are looking forward to is fighting against the Moon Alliance for two hundred years. Although the Moon Alliance has always had the advantage, it has been unable to turn this advantage into victory. Wangyue Cultivation World has been defending against danger, causing huge losses to the low-level monks of Zhanyue Alliance.
At present, the cards of the Mochizuki Immortal Realm are being revealed one by one. This sudden decisive battle seems very hasty, but this rush is not necessarily a bad thing for both sides. If the Zhanyue Alliance had prepared early, the Mochizuki Alliance would not have had any chance. No, the Moon Alliance would win in the end, but the price would be extremely heavy.
As for worries, naturally the five warships led by Lu Xiaotian became a new force on the battlefield. At this time, the fleets of both sides were engaged in a battle. Because the war broke out too quickly, the Mochizuki Immortal Realm was always prepared. They have to be earlier and gain the upper hand. The warships on both sides are currently suffering considerable losses. Even in the midline airspace, several warships of each have been injured, and the consumption of spiritual stones is also astronomical.
In fact, at this time, the Zhanyue Alliance had already suffered some losses in the battle between warships. Lu Xiaotian was from the Moon Cultivation World, Wen Changyun and other ancestors launched their attack in advance, and the Zhanyue Alliance had captured four ships. The flying warship, plus the downed flying warship and the flying kite warship, originally had no advantage compared to the Mochizuki Xiuxian Realm. In addition, the warships rushed to the battlefield in a hurry, and each warship rushed to the battlefield. There is also a time difference in the middle.
At this time, several more warships fell from high altitudes. The situation in the air was not optimistic, but there were solutions on the ground. As long as the monks on the ground gain the upper hand and take strict precautions, the opponent's flying warships will not dare to rush down directly. This battle will still have to be fought.
Sure enough, on the Zhanyue Alliance side, ten golden elixir monks wearing Bagua robes came with the pedal machine flying beasts, each holding a black sun flag in their hands. As the black sun flag was waved, the ground shook for a while, and suddenly there was a tight A large hole appeared on the closed mountainside. Inside, huge poisonous fire centipede machine beasts swayed their thick bodies. These centipedes were all black and had a pair of huge flying wings on their backs.
It was actually based on the silver-winged centipede monster. Sixty or seventy golden elixir-level centipede machine beasts flew from the air, opened their mouths, and spit out balls of blue-black demonic fire from the mouth, overwhelming the sky and covering the earth. The Ming Ke Leopard demon attack swept across. The large group of Ming Ke leopard monsters were so angry that they flew towards each other and fought in a melee with these centipede machine beasts.
On the other side, several huge wooden boats came briskly. Standing on the bow of the boat were tall monks covered in raincoats and covered with a putrid smell of death. Their feet were bare, each holding a huge soul bell magic weapon, and a white soul bell in the other. In the fearful eyes of the Zhanyue Alliance monks, these barefooted monks in coir raincoats shook the huge copper bells in their hands, and the soul poles danced in their hands.
On the ship, sarcophagi slowly floated up one after another. When the sarcophagi were opened, there were a series of grinding sounds that made people's teeth hurt.
Instantly, there was a strong wind all around, and the rotten air was billowing.
The sarcophagi floated from the ship to the ground, and there was a sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling.
An army of hundreds of monster corpses composed of human corpses, wolf corpses, and tiger corpses made this area like a purgatory on earth. The shadow flags are fluttering, and the ghosts are afraid.
"Southern Wasteland Corpse Exorcism Technique!" Wen Changyun, Xiao Tiannan and other Nascent Soul cultivators pressed their hands on the armrests of the chairs, and they stood up directly. Several Nascent Soul Ancestors were emotionally flustered. The cave almost collapsed.
"Okay, okay, even the Ghost Corpse Sect from Nanhuang Bushi came out to join in the fun. It seems that this decisive battle must be fought."
Wen Changyun and others had no way out at this time. Wangyue Cultivation Realm lured hundreds of monsters from the depths of the ground, including dozens of golden elixir-level Ming Ke leopard monsters, plus hundreds of spirit talisman monk soldiers. They were fearless. Death is equivalent to having more than a hundred or dozens of golden elixir monks for nothing. With the warships in the sky, the advantage of the Moon Cultivation World is beginning to expand.
But the Zhanyue Alliance's trump card suddenly opened up, and it quickly opened up the already dominant ground advantage. The final decision between the two sides relied on the ground and low-altitude monks. Not to mention the dozens of golden elixir-level centipede puppets that spit out poisonous fire have already blocked the Ming Ke Leopard Demon.
The corpse exorcists who mobilized hundreds of corpses alone were enough to wipe out the two major backup forces in the Wangyue Cultivation World.
There are hundreds of refining corpses, each of which has a golden elixir level strength. Moreover, this kind of refining corpse is powerful and not afraid of ordinary elixir magic weapons. It is also tough and unsanitary. Ordinary monks will suffer great losses in fighting with them.
Luo Qing, the woman in silver armor, Di Yao, Yuan Hao, Lei Wantian, the white-haired woman, and hundreds of golden elixir monks are fighting fiercely. The manpower of the Wangyue Cultivation World is still at a disadvantage, and there is simply not enough manpower available. Luo Qing glanced at the battlefield with a worried expression. The gap between the two sides had widened again. The balance of the war had begun to tilt towards the Zhan Yue Alliance.
At this time, the monks from the Ancient Sword Sect, Yuan Xing Palace, Xuan Bing Sect, Lingxiao Palace, Ten Thousand Beast Sect and other major sects who were fighting fiercely with the Zhan Yue Alliance could not help but feel their hearts fall to the bottom.
Hundreds of corpses with astonishing evil spirits and stern screams joined together, and in the blink of an eye they rushed into the monk soldiers transformed by the hundreds of strange talismans. If it were a monk fighting, each using their own means, the victory would not be determined in a short time. It will be possible. But this monk soldier was transformed by a strange talisman, and the corpse refining also had blurred spiritual consciousness and was born to devour blood.
