The power of scorching flames penetrated his body, and at this moment Lin Yukun felt as if his body was about to melt.
The thirty-six Tianxian-level Lin tribesmen who formed the Wind and Thunder Thirty-Six Swords Killing Immortal Formation each slashed out a sword at this time, and the thirty-six sword lights pierced towards the dragon shadow sun in the void like a rainbow piercing the sun. Obviously, These Wind and Thunder Winged Lin Orcs realized that it was unrealistic to escape alone. Even if they wanted to leave, they had to first neutralize the power of Wen Kaishan's forbidden technique.
It's just that these powerful Celestials among the Wind and Thunder Winged Lin Beast Clan still underestimated the Dragon Clan's forbidden arts, and also underestimated Wen Kaishan's cultivation.
In a long dragon roar, the dragon shadow in the scorching sun roared, a dragon's breath was exhaled, and endless fire light spread out, directly covering all these fairy-level wind and thunder winged lin beasts. Thirty-six rays of sword light were directly annihilated in the flames.
These immortal-level Yilin Beast Tribes drew out a piece of sword light in horror, trying to block the roaring dragon's breath. The sword screen was easily melted by the dragon's breath, and then one by one, the Wind and Thunder Winged Lin Beast Tribe also began to attack. This dragon's breath turned into flying ashes. As for Lin Yukun, who had escaped for a while, his body was penetrated by a dragon claw that came from behind, and his soul could not escape.
At this time, the scorching sun of the dragon shadow in the void has become thinner after several consecutive blows. Even the headless white corpse with low cultivation level, the Lin clan, can feel the deep twilight energy in it. But the power of the tiger's death was still there. Wen Kaishan killed Lin Yukun at the expense of himself. The Fengling Thirty-Six Swords Killing Immortal Formation really shocked the zombie clan who were pouring in from the Xiaolong Mountain Clan Protecting Formation. With the Lin army.
Seeing the continuous influx of enemy troops, the already thinned dragon shadow scorching sun began to turn into balls of fire, falling like fire rain, and densely sprinkled on the headless white corpses at the gap in the formation, the wind and thunder winged lin beast clan, Suddenly, screams began one after another among the enemy troops. Thousands of headless white corpses and wind-thunder-winged beasts were directly transformed into nothingness under the rain of fire. In the blink of an eye, thousands of zombie troops and Lin tribesmen were lost, and the casualties continued to increase.
Until the scorching sun of the dragon shadow in the void completely dissipated, the corpse army pouring in from below, the Lin clan's casualties had expanded to more than 20,000. Except for the tens of thousands who were directly wiped out by the rain of fire, the others were either residual bodies or suffered wounds of varying severity due to the gradual decline in the power of the rain of fire.
The dragon clan's forbidden technique was so powerful that Wen Tingdao sighed sadly when he saw the dragon shadow that had disappeared into the blazing sun. Although the tribe failed to reach its heyday under Wen Kaishan's governance, Wen Kaishan had worked hard for so many years without any credit, and in the end, he ended up like this. Glancing at the clansmen who were still fighting to the death, I saw that even though the headless white corpses and the wind and thunder winged beast clan still had an absolute advantage at this time, the screams of the dragon clan and the roars of dying together with the enemy could be heard from the chaotic battlefield.
Wen Tingdao suddenly felt that there were these dragons who dared to die fearlessly. Even if they died in battle, as long as this spirit could continue, the dragons would still have hope of resurrection. What he has to do is to lead as many tribesmen as possible to break out of the siege and survive as many as possible from this shocking disaster.
A Celestial Level Dragon Clan's Cave Fire Dragon Domain was fully activated. The Fire Dragon Mace directly split two Wind Thunder Winged Beast Clan of the same level into two halves. In the end, the Fire Dragon Mace turned into a piercing light and was submerged into a Celestial Level Headless White Beast. Inside the corpse, a large hole was blown out of its abdomen. At the same time, this Celestial Immortal-level dragon was also hit by dozens of Xuanxian-level headless white corpses using mysterious corpse chains. After a long battle, the dragon's body was tied into dozens of sections by these corpse chains with sharp teeth. Scattered down from the void, but not a drop of blood flowed out. It was obvious that the dragon blood in this immortal-level dragon had been completely sucked dry by those mysterious corpse chains.
The Double Dragon Golden Guard Formation, which was divided into two groups by more than ten thousand dragons, was like two huge mountains blocking the gap in the clan-protecting formation. From then on, the zombie army and the Lin Clan were all wiped out by this dragon formation. The golden immortal-level powerful The isthmus that was torn apart after the battle was almost filled with a thick smell of blood. Corpse blades, dragon soldiers, and broken limbs were scattered everywhere in the void.
When the dragon clan's battle array faced the attack of the enemy with an absolute advantage in terms of strength, although they fought extremely tenaciously, clan members still continued to fall, being engulfed by the thick corpse aura or rolling wind and thunder, and the whole battlefield screamed with corpses. , the roar of dragons, the sounds of wind and thunder are endless...
"Grandpa!" When the photo pearl sent by the surviving dragon clan of the tribe was delivered to Wen Yan, she couldn't help but feel sad when she saw in the photo that Wen Kaishan used the dragon clan's forbidden technique to kill a powerful enemy, and finally turned into nothingness.
"Moo----" Wen Dao, Wen Ting and the other seventeen remaining Xuanxian-level dragons let out long dragon roars. Xiaolong Mountain fell, Supreme Elder Wen Kaishan, and countless clansmen died in the battle. In the blink of an eye, They have become homeless.
Lu Xiaotian was speechless for a long time while looking at the tragic battle situation conveyed in the photo bead. Before setting off, the old monster from Wen Kaishan was still bargaining with him. Even though the other party had a lot of thoughts, he was always trying to get more for the people of the Xiaolong Mountain Territory. Lots of background. Unexpectedly, such a powerful dragon clan man died in battle in the blink of an eye.
With Lu Xiaotian's eyesight, he can naturally see that Yi Wen Kaishan's strength is capable of getting out of this mess. But Wen Kaishan did not choose to do this, but chose to die with the powerful enemy, leaving more opportunities for life to his tribe. Although a large number of dragons were still killed in the battle, it was still unclear how many dragons had been withdrawn. At least Wen Kaishan had tried his best, at the cost of his own life.
Once the Golden Immortal Avenue fell, although it was not the first time for Lu Xiaotian to see a strong man of this level die in battle, Lu Xiaotian, who was also from the Dragon Clan, had more emotions.
It was only more than twenty days before they went to Mu Langtan. At that time, Lu Xiaotian destroyed several other headless white corpse armies and rushed to join Wen Yan and other dragon clans. Later, something happened, and a wind and thunder winged lin beast clan Passing by, Lu Xiaotian rushed to kill these thousands of wind and thunder winged lin beasts using similar techniques. When they returned, Wen Yan, Wen Dao, Wen Ting, and the thirty Xuanxian-level dragon clan had killed a group of Celestial-level headless white corpses. Kuisha was seriously injured and fled. As for the two thousand corpse army, Except for a very few who escaped, most of them have been killed.
After this battle, Wen Yan's three Celestial-level dragons each suffered injuries of varying severity, and more than ten of the thirty Xuanxian-level dragons who formed the Weeping Blood Dragon Sound Formation were also killed or injured.
It's just that the surviving dragons like Wen Yan don't have much joy in life, only endless sadness, anger, and hatred. Their tribesmen in the Xiaolong Mountain Region suffered an unprecedented catastrophe.
"Let's go back and join the rest of the tribe." Liangjiu Wenyan said, wiping her tears.
