The war drums and horns started from the south of Battlefield No. 3 and spread toward the north.
Accompanied by the sound of war drums and without waiting for the central command camp to issue orders, densely packed monks rose into the sky in the south and headed towards the battlefield.
Immediately afterwards, like a wave, the human monks in the central and northern areas of the battlefield also heard the sound and left the mountain without hesitation, rushing towards the opposite direction of the high wall.
There is no command, it’s all based on consciousness, but no one shrinks back!
After a moment, the two waves collided together. In an instant, the burnt-yellow land roared and dust filled the sky like rain!
The green-skinned fanged troll, which was more than three feet tall, was holding a barrel-sized bolas, and it dropped heavily. Several human Qi-training monks were directly blasted into the soil, and their blood spurted out.
A flying sword pierced the sky, easily cutting off the fanged troll's head, and the huge body fell to the ground.
There was a flying demon with a dark red body and fleshy wings on its back, flying in the sky. With its wings swaying, large fireballs fell from the sky, exploding the earth with holes.
Some human masters turned their hands into a mountain and pressed down on the demon army, killing dozens of enemies!
The battlefield is ruthless, but people are compassionate.
Some people lost their arms to save their teammates, but they laughed miserably and said, "Persistence is victory." Some people feel that they are unable to fight anymore and take the initiative to block the knife with their bodies, just to let their brothers take a breath...
boom! ! !
Suddenly, a thunderous roar sounded in front of the city wall.
The violent shock wave spread for several miles in an instant, and hundreds of demon monks fell to the ground with missing limbs!
However, no one on the human race side was happy, because this meant that the human race was missing another golden elixir master.
The battle between heaven and earth is going on at the same time. The sky is the battlefield for golden elixir masters, while the underground is the place for foundation building and Qi training monks to fight.
This battle was more brutal than before.
The demons seemed determined to push forward another 500,000 miles. They actually dispatched more than 80 third-level demons, while the human race only had less than 50.
If there are no accidents, this time, the demons will not only be able to advance another 500,000 miles, but they may also be able to directly cripple the human race.
The battle lasted for an hour.
The battlefield was already covered with corpses, and as they moved around, there was red mud under their feet.
The human side is completely powerless, but the demons are still pouring out of the city one after another. More importantly, there are fewer and fewer human golden elixir masters in the sky.
Many people showed signs of despair.
He Zhicheng's hair was disheveled. He raised his hand and waved a piece of golden light, forcing a demon with two wings on its back and two horns on its head to retreat several feet. A sad smile appeared on his face: "Come on! Die with me!"
With that said, he was about to detonate the golden elixir.
"Hmph! You're not worthy of it!"
Moro narrowed his eyes, and before giving He Zhicheng a chance to react, he swung the knife with his hand and released a blood mist like lightning, wrapping He Zhicheng in it.
He Zhicheng suddenly felt that his mind was filled with blood, as if a large basin of blood had been poured into it. His body was a little out of control, and his thoughts began to slow down.
"You can't even self-destruct..."
He Zhicheng sighed secretly in his heart, waiting for death to come.
"presumptuous!"
At this moment, an extremely cold sound suddenly exploded in the sky, causing both warring parties within hundreds of miles to stop their movements in unison.
The next moment, a ray of white light pierced the sky like lightning, and quickly enlarged in Moro's pupils.
Then 'Poof!' ' A sound passed through Moro's eyebrows.
"impossible......"
Moro's huge head was blown off in half in an instant. He murmured in disbelief, and then crashed to the ground.
It wasn't until this moment that four groups of rays of light flashed over and landed in the middle of the battlefield.
The young man in white on the far left had a face as deep as water. He glanced at the battlefield, stretched out his hand, and the white light flew back and landed firmly in his hand. It was a snow-colored spear.
"Yes, is the ancestor of Nascent Soul here?"
Seeing this scene, the surviving human monks below were all surprised and surprised.
The remaining thirty or so golden elixir masters also had happy expressions on their faces. Only Lu Shaoyuan, who was on the top of the mountain in the distance, frowned as if he remembered something. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he flew towards the four of them.
"Mother-in-law, Elder Xin, you two go to the southern and northern sections and wipe out all the demons for me, leaving no one behind!" The battlefield was too big, and there was still a roaring sound in the distance, Weiyue said in a deep voice.
After hearing this, the two of them flew out instantly without saying a word, one facing south and the other facing north.
The move of the Nascent Soul Ancestor was no small matter. Wherever the two of them passed, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and countless demons exploded into pieces. Except for those demons who abandoned their opponents far away and fled in panic, no one else was spared.
Seeing this scene, everyone on the human side cheered.
"I, Lu Shaoyuan, have met two fellow Taoists!"
Just when Grandma Gongsun and Grandma were showing off their power, Lu Shaoyuan finally came to Lu Li and the two of them. He slightly cupped his hands, but he didn't seem to be very happy. Instead, he looked worried.
"Are you the commander here?"
Weiyue wore a black gauze, glanced at Lu Shaoyuan lightly, and asked calmly.
"Yes, it is."
Lu Shaoyuan felt the secretive aura on Weiyue's body, and couldn't help but change his face slightly, and nodded repeatedly, "I dare to ask my friend, are you from the Blood Moon Alliance?"
"It seems that Commander Lu has received the news."
Weiyue nodded, "Yes, we are from the Blood Moon Alliance. In case you guys can't resist, we rushed over to support you. The army will arrive soon. Lu Tong will take the lead and tell us about this." situation."
"good."
Lu Shaoyuan heard this and said quickly, "Currently, the battlefield on the third battlefield is still dominated by middle and low-level monks. The Nascent Soul-level demons have not entered the battle for the time being. After a few rounds, our human side has suffered heavy losses."
"But because I am the only one here who has reached the Nascent Soul level, I don't dare to rashly influence the situation of the battle..."
According to Lu Shaoyuan, two Nascent Soul-level demons once appeared on the walls of battlefield No. 3, but they did not attack the low-level monks of the human race, so Lu Shaoyuan did not dare to take the initiative to provoke them.
While the three of them were talking, the battlefield became completely quiet.
The two streams of light flew quickly, and after a moment they came to the side of Lu Li and the others. Weiyue asked briefly, and then ordered Xin Ruhai to stay here and lead the Blood Moon Alliance disciples behind.
This time, the Blood Moon Alliance brought not only the more than 100 golden elixir masters, but also more than 30,000 low-level monks from the Second Corpse Poison Sect. In order to prevent the demons from counterattack, the Blood Moon Alliance disciples suffered heavy casualties, and one element was left behind. Ying Laozu is still very necessary.
Hearing that the three of them wanted to go deep behind enemy lines, Lu Shaoyuan couldn't help but be secretly shocked, but he was more happy. Naturally, he would love it if someone was willing to take the initiative to serve as cannon fodder.
What's more, these people are still the thorns in their eyes. Even if they die there, they won't feel the slightest regret...
