The two sides are like two torrents colliding together, attacking their vital points with each move, and the winner can be determined quickly. Hundreds of corpses are the majority. After destroying these hundred monk soldiers, there are still more than 200 corpses left. It is still a battle. A formidable and terrifying army.
"Let those people go up, the matter is over, there is no other way." Wen Changyun sighed.
"Do your best to do your best and obey fate. I, Wangyue Cultivation Realm, have fought one against three for two hundred years. It is really not easy for me to persist until today. Alas---"
Chen Henian and his brothers also looked dim. These two hundred or so refined corpses were enough to break through the already weak front line of Wangyue Cultivation World. Even with the backhand, it can only be delayed slightly. Once the army of monks on the ground is defeated, even if the warship in the sky wins, the situation is already over.
With Nascent Soul monks like them here, the Taoism of Wangyue Cultivation World will never be interrupted. However, the new generation of monks will be hit so hard, which will definitely lead to a shortage of people in the future. When they are old bones, they will die one after another. Wangyue, who sits on the largest immortal cultivation world in Qingyu Continent, will also cease to exist. It even became a small cultivating force that was inferior to the stars, struggling in the wilderness.
"It's all over here. At worst, we can go find Nanhuang afterwards, or the bad luck in the Xingxiu Immortal Realm won't really push us to a dead end." The fierce wind knife roared to Tiannan with a ruthless look on his face.
A group of Nascent Soul monks have already made arrangements for the aftermath. At this time, the monks in the Wangyue Cultivation World are still making their final efforts for the battle.
Thirty-two late-stage Jindan monks from the Ancient Sword Sect, Lingxiao Palace, Yuanxing Palace and other sects formed a formation and came chasing the wind and the moon, each holding a formation flag. Every four people form a small team. Most of these monks are very old, over 500 years old, and have no hope of having a baby. They have been studying formations together for more than ten years, just to bring some improvement to the world of Wangyue Cultivation at the critical moment. After seeing the more than two hundred refining corpses raging below, everyone had a look of determination on their faces.
If these two hundred or so corpses were not blocked, the fragile battle front of Wangyue Cultivation Realm collapsed at the drop of a hat!
"Array up!" The leader was the deputy sect leader of the Ancient Sword Sect, Yuan Ganglie.
The man roared loudly, and the formation flag in his hand suddenly enlarged and thrust into the void. The monks from other sects released their formation flags, and the flags sounded loudly. The wind and thunder rolled.
"Gather the wind and thunder from all directions to wipe out the demons! Kill fellow Taoist, follow me to eliminate demons and defend the Tao!"
Yuan Gang's loud voice was like thunder, his whiskers were flying, and an extremely pure magic power penetrated into the formation flags, and the formation flags were lined up.
A pillar of thunder fell from the sky.
"The demonic formation is shaken by wind and thunder in all directions!" Chichanzi and Huo Yuming from Lingxiao Palace, Feng Jinshan from Yuanxing Palace, and many monks from the Ten Thousand Beast Sect shouted violently. A set of formation flags caused wind and thunder from all directions, and the sky was clear and clear. For a moment, the darkness covered the sun, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and thunderclouds rolled over the city.
The formation flag connected the heaven and the earth, and the wind and thunder pillars hit the group of corpses.
In the group of corpses, shrill howls sounded, and corpses were constantly being blown into ashes by the wind and thunder.
There are also a large number of corpses that have been refining and spit out corpse pills to compete with the power of the formation. However, the thunder method is naturally good at warding off evil spirits. The refining corpses are extremely embarrassed under the formation.
The demonic array of wind and thunder in all directions was so powerful, but all the monks in the moon-watching immortal world were not happy. Every time a pillar of wind and thunder fell, the rosiness on the faces of the thirty-two late Jindan monks who presided over the array faded away. After a series of wind and thunder pillars fell, these people's faces already had a faint look of death.
"Uncle Huo, Uncle Chi." Among the monks in the Lingxiao Palace, Zhu Ling, Leng Qiaoyu slashed the enemies in front of them with their swords, and looked at Chi Chanzi, Huo Yuming and others who were looking at Chi Chanzi, whose beard and hair were flying, and who was getting thinner. They gradually retreated, each with tears in their eyes.
These Jindan monks were already the pillars of the palace when they were still in the Qi refining stage, but now they have to activate the formation at the cost of their lives.
Under the fierce attack of the Zhanyue Alliance, it is so tragic to resist the enemy knowing that nothing can be done.
Yoyo... On top of the corpse ship of the ghost corpse, the corpse energy reappeared, and huge corpse vulture figures rose into the sky. Cover up the moon. The darkness was overwhelming, and the evil corpse pills smashed into the formation flag.
The monks of Zhanyue Alliance cheered, while the morale of the monks of Wangyue Cultivation World also dropped to the bottom.
"The situation is over!" Seeing the more than two hundred demon birds that suddenly rushed out, even Wen Changyun and other Nascent Soul cultivators sat back slumped. Although each faction still had some back-ups, they were more committed than this. The more than two hundred golden elixir-level corpse birds that arrived on the battlefield were already a drop in the bucket.
In the world of Wangyue Cultivation, the morale is low. Even the wind and thunder demon array in all directions is crumbling under the attack of more than ten times the corpse refining and corpse birds. Thirty-two golden elixir late-stage monks with pure magic power can't see the vitality with the naked eye. Visible speed is fading.
At this moment, there was a sound of sails flapping, and dozens of light beams hit the corpse vultures, causing the corpse vultures to scream loudly.
Only four intact flying warships and one flying kite warship were seen, riding the wind and breaking through the clouds. Headed by the first one, their huge hulls passed in front of the formation and lined up.
The beams of light shot out by the spirit cannon were truly dazzling.
Lu Xiaotian stood on the bow of the ship with his hands tied, his clothes flying, and his face cold. Perhaps Chen Heyu and others behind him were also desperate, so they didn't rush him anymore. Only when they arrived now did they know that the war was in such a critical stage.
Lu Xiaotian stood quietly on the bow of the ship, looking down at the battlefield. When he saw the monks from various sects who presided over the eight-way wind and thunder demon formation, he was as calm as him, and he couldn't help but feel moved at this time. Even though there were many sects and sects, there were quite a few monks in the past who were dirty, intrigued and killed each other, but now in this crisis, these older generation of Golden Core monks are so sincere and united, and they die generously.
Sacrificing one's life to defend the Tao is nothing more than this.
There are more than two hundred corpse vultures, which seems like a lot, but five warships are spread out in a row, and fifty-two spiritual cannons can kill many of them in one salvo. If they are scattered corpses, they are not easy to deal with. , after all, they are somewhat scattered, but these corpse vultures have just come out and have not yet spread out in the air. Lu Xiaotian suddenly rushed over with five warships.
After one round of spiritual cannons was fired, the second round of spiritual cannons was quickly fired again. Even though there were many powerful ninth-level zombie monsters among these corpse vultures, in the rush, even if they were not killed directly by one shot, many of them were injured by the wings. Damage, hovering in the air and falling, the pressure on the thirty-two monks in the formation suddenly doubled.
"It's my warship from Lingxiao Palace that has arrived." Many monks from Lingxiao Palace suddenly roared when they saw the flag displayed on the warship.
The five warships all flew under the banner of Lingxiao Palace, although in the eyes of everyone, this was impossible, whether it was the sect of the Zhanyue Alliance or the most powerful ancient sword in the Mochizuki Immortal World. Zong and Qingdan Palace do not have such a lineup. Even the Qingdan Palace, which is unique in alchemy and famous for its wealth, has suffered several battle losses and has been replenished. Now it only has two flying warships and two flying kite warships.
