After Luo Qing and Yuan Hao came out, the human race's number at the Nascent Soul level was almost equal to that of the ghost race.
But relatively speaking, the disadvantage of low-level monks is still obvious.
At this moment, in Wangyue City, a huge bloody drum rose up. The bloody drum appeared, and a desolate and hot-blooded aura spread like mercury across the battlefield thousands of miles around Wangyue City.
The big drums each have a radius of more than ten feet. A blind old man, judging from his cultivation, turns out to be another Nascent Soul monk. However, this man is already a withered manuscript, and the vitality in his body is almost gone. A person who has stepped into the gate of hell.
At a glance, it looks like a leaf in the wind, which may wither at any time. Following the blind old man, there were another fourteen or five Nascent Soul monks with almost identical auras.
"Cang Yang Blood Drum!"
The powerful men of the ghost clan looked at the rising bloody drum and immediately screamed. In ancient times, there were hundreds of tribes in the wild wilderness. The ancient monks conquered the south of the sky and the north of the earth, creating a world for the reproduction of their descendants. Countless ancient cultivators threw their heads and shed their blood.
The sound of war drums shakes the night and awakens the dawn. The warriors, clothed in the setting sun, stand tall and unyielding figures, dragging their feet on the journey.
The sun is lying on the road, blood is spilled in the wilderness, bones are buried in the green mountains, and the drums of war never stop.
"We, the human race, can stand among all races for countless years without declining, coexisting with the heaven and earth and being immortal. How can you, the dark race, be able to insult you! Today, let the ghost race see the sages of our generation in eradicating demons and ghosts. Vigor.”
"The vast black and yellow sky, the sword shakes the barbaric wilderness. It's towering, the sun is lying on the road, it's ocean, the sky is weeping with blood..."
The old man, who was blind, and the other fourteen Yuanying monks who had run out of life and were unable to fight, chanted the Great Desolation Song together.
The Great Desolation Song complements the Cang Yang Blood Drum that exudes the aura of eternal desolation.
"The Cangyang Blood Drum has long since disappeared from this world with the ancient monks. You only have an imitation in your hands. What do we, the ghost clan, have to fear!" Aodu Ghost King roared loudly, frightening many people. The ghost clan was awakened. Although the low-level monks of the ghost clan accounted for the majority, once their morale fell into a disadvantage, the consequences would be disastrous.
"Haha, although the authentic Cangyang Blood Drum is no longer in this world, the pioneering and enterprising spirit of the ancient monks and their endless bloody battles will last forever. Even this imitation can allow us to understand the ancient cultivators of those days. The mind and courage to conquer the wilderness!" The blind old man and others looked up to the sky and smiled, and then continued to sing the song of the wilderness.
"Fellow Taoists, we don't have much time left. The longest life span is only more than ten years. We are no longer able to bear a battle. It is a great blessing to be able to understand the state of mind of the ancient monks in the remaining years of our lives."
"Drum roll!"
"The vast black and yellow sky, the sword shakes the barbaric wilderness. It's towering, the sun is lying on the road, it's ocean, the sky is weeping with blood..."
Boo! A dozen Nascent Soul old men who had entered the twilight years of their lives and had little left in their lifespan joined forces and struck the bloody drum.
A song of great desolation, desolate and majestic, majestic with a sense of progress in desolation. The human race in the battle, including Lu Xiaotian, seemed to have seen the barbaric wilderness where trees were towering and demons were rampant. The human race only occupied a corner of the land. The ancient monks realized the power of heaven and earth and began to survive tenaciously in the battles of many races, using the swords in their hands. , open up living space. Countless people fell on the road of battle, stained with blood in the setting sun, but countless people followed them...
Passion, crisis, mixed with the sadness of unrealized ambition...
"It's towering, the sun is lying on the road. It's filled with blood, and the sky is weeping with blood..."
Boom, boom, boom... More than a dozen Nascent Soul monks used their remaining strength to beat the blood drum together. Bringing countless people into this sad and generous artistic conception, their hearts are filled with desolation and their blood is filled with vitality. As the drum beats penetrated people's hearts one after another, countless monks sang the Great Desolation Song in unison.
Lu Xiaotian felt his blood surge in his heart, and even his magic power was running a little faster than usual. He couldn't help but be shocked. He glanced at the dozens of frail old men who were beating the drums in mid-air and singing in unison. Lu Xiaotian resonated in his heart and at the same time, he also had a sudden realization. It took such a long time. It seems that the formation of battles and spending such a price is not as simple as making them resonate.
This Cangyang Blood Drum is based on the method of ancient cultivation equipment. Although it is an imitation, it can also stimulate the monk's energy and blood and stimulate the potential of the immortal cultivator. But this Cangyang Blood Drum is just an imitation after all. The impact on Yuanying monks is minimal.
However, looking at the golden elixirs, foundation building, and Qi refining monks' faces, the excitement and energy on their faces are not the same as before. The battlefield with a radius of thousands of miles is completely shrouded in this Cang Yang Blood Drum. The entire human race is in great momentum. Although the number is much lower than that of the ghost clan.
But Cangyang Blood Drum not only improves their strength, but also brings all the monks into the tragic spirit of the sages who opened up their living space. With the same hatred and common ambition, they exerted great strength and went one step further, actually suppressing the momentum of the ghost clan.
Boom... drums sounded one after another, and the blood of countless human races was spilled on the battlefield, but more of them were the deaths of ghost races. Peng, an old Nascent Soul who was in his dying years, had exhausted his life span and his mana, and turned into A wisp of fly ash disappeared in the air, "The Cangyang Blood Drum appeared in the world, reappearing the atmosphere of the ancient cultivator's battle. If you can see this scene, you will have no regrets in this life. It is a pity that you were unable to witness the great victory of our human race. Fellow Taoists, he Don’t forget to send the good news when you pay your respects on the day, I will take the first step..."
In the void, the old man's voice gradually floated, became faint, and then disappeared. However, the heroism and desolation of willingly dying were deeply imprinted in everyone's mind.
"Fellow Daoist Canghong, don't rush, I'm here..." The blind old man followed closely behind and disappeared into thin air...,
"It's towering, the sun is lying on the road. It's ocean, weeping blood in the sky. Fight the ghost clan in the starry field, strike down all the monsters in Moyuan. Sweep away the roar of the four groups, pacify the barbarian enemies in the eight wastelands. The phoenix roars for nine days, bathing in the fire and asks . When dragons fight in the wild, their blood is black and yellow..."
People kept dying in battle, but the sound of the Great Wilderness Song chanted by tens of thousands of monks became louder and louder. Faintly gathering together into a great force of human race, vast in the sky, the ghostly energy that soared into the sky and wreaked havoc, actually had a faint feeling of being suppressed.
Yuan Hao took action, and the Fierce Sun double-armed sword, which was once again refined by the ancient sword sect with a special method, was like two scorching suns flying through the sky, fighting fiercely with a skeleton ghost king.
On Luo Qing's side, it was still like a cold and noble lone moon. As soon as the sword came out, there was a mysterious moonlight emerging from the clouds, but it did not lose its sharpness.
Fifty or sixty Nascent Soul monks fought fiercely with the Ghost King, killing each other until the heaven and earth were shaken. Encouraged by the Cangyang Blood Drum, the low-level human race has swept away the previous decline. In the battlefield thousands of miles away, there are shouts of killing and miserable screams. In the sky and on the earth, the blood is all over the world, killing until the sun and the moon lose their light. Lu Xiaotian and the Wolf Scorpion Ghost King in front of him also rolled to Wangyue City, and then fought from inside the city to outside the city.
