Five days later, the Jin Dynasty came.
In the Changchun Temple, the sect-protecting formation has been fully activated. Monks from all walks of life are gathered together, waiting solemnly. The decisive battle is about to begin.
According to Tianjizi's arrangement, today's Changchun Temple, or Yunhuang League, has three lines of defense.
The first line of defense is the plain outside Yuhua City. The terrain there is flat and there is no danger to defend. It should not be used as part of the defense line. However, Tianjizi ordered people to pile stones and build platforms and built hundreds of them on the plain.
A large number of formation restrictions are placed in each of the stone forts. If necessary, the monks who are staying in the stone fort can be teleported back to the rear, and then the stone fort can be directly detonated.
The second line of defense is Yuhua City. This city of monks has been turned into a fortress that is extremely difficult to capture by Changchun Temple. Most of the residential houses in the city have been demolished, and all kinds of huge alien beasts are restless.
The city is entrenched in the city, and giant airships armed to the teeth are suspended above the city. They are just waiting for the decisive battle to begin, and they will pour their anger on the enemy.
The last line of defense is Lingshan itself where Changchun Temple is located. The layout here is more complicated, but in summary, it can be summarized in just one sentence -
What is gathered here is the foundation accumulated by all the major sects in the entire Yunhuang for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.
The distance between the three lines of defense is not far, only an hour or two's journey apart. However, it is not easy for the Wuyue Sect to break through due to the heavy defenses.
At this moment, Tianjizi stood on the top of the mountain with a group of Nascent Souls, looking at the black "long line" on the distant skyline, his face as pale as water, and he said nothing.
At the same time, among the Wuyue Cult army, Ni Mu led Xi Zheng and Zizai to bow respectfully towards the black palace, then turned around and raised his hand to point to the plain not far away, where stone castles were erected one after another.
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"Attack." His tone was calm, as if he was just saying something trivial.
However, the next moment, deafening shouts of killing resounded throughout the world.
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Black Wu Mountain.
Yuan Ming hid his figure and slowly approached the formation outside the mountain.
The size of the void crack penetrated by the roots of the immortal tree is limited. He cannot enter the formation through the same means and can only choose to attack by force.
Fortunately, at this moment, the formation covering Black Wu Mountain was not operating at full strength, and Yuan Ming still had the possibility of breaking through.
However, if he cannot break through the entrance to the formation in a short period of time, the Wuyue cultists will react immediately and operate the formation with all their strength, and he will never have the chance to invade the mountain.
Yuan Ming stared at the large formation in front of him. Without using his spiritual consciousness, all he could see was nothingness.
But the next moment, the magic power in Yuan Ming's body slowly poured into his eyes along his meridians, making his already bright eyes become even brighter.
In an instant, countless spiritual light veins appeared in front of him, stroke by stroke, criss-crossing, connecting dozens of runes into one, like a giant net, covering the entire Black Witch Mountain.
This is the true form of the Black Wushan Illusion Formation.
If the formation is compared to a human being, then the runes are its internal organs, the spiritual energy is its meridians, and the effect of the formation is the flesh and blood that fills the body.
No matter how high the level of the formation master is, it is necessary to observe the effects of the formation in order to deduce the structure of its spiritual energy veins, and then find the weak points to break the formation.
Just like a mortal doctor, he needs to observe the patient's body in detail to infer the cause of the disease.
But the art of looking at the qi, which was passed down from the "Emperor's Conferred God Fist", broke this law.
At this moment, in Yuan Ming's eyes, everything about the Black Wushan Illusion Formation was displayed in front of him without reservation. There was no need to touch it or observe its operation.
As a formation master, he knows all the secrets of this formation - as well as its flaws.
Soon, Yuan Ming flew forward, found the right position, and used the Demonic Elephant Prison Suppressing Technique with all his strength. The muscles all over his body were beating as if they were alive. The surging fighting spirit condensed on the tip of Yuan Ming's fist. The next moment, the wind of the fist followed.
Suddenly exploded.
At the same time, the phantom of a tall demonic elephant suddenly appeared above Black Witch Mountain, which shocked the Wuyue believers in the mountain. But before they had time to react, they saw the demonic elephant roaring and crashing into the outside of the mountain.
On the big battle array.
In an instant, the sound of shattering exploded in everyone's ears, and large pieces of pale white spiritual light emerged from the void. The formation covered by the illusion was completely exposed to everyone's eyes, but at this time, there was a big hole in the formation.
, there are countless cracks extending outward from the edge of the cave entrance, giving it a precarious appearance.
"What's going on? The Yunhuang League is coming?" The Wuyue believers on Black Witch Mountain were astonished.
Some who responded quickly had already rushed into the mountain, preparing to inform the Nascent Soul monks stationed here, while others hurriedly came to the formation hub to repair the holes in the formation.
However, at this moment, the Wuyue believers who were located near the hub saw three streams of light falling from the sky, turning into one person and two beasts and landed in front of them.
"Who is it?" The brave ones immediately shouted, and at the same time, they secretly attacked them.
But Yuan Ming had no intention of talking to them, and directly punched several times, killing all the Wuyue cultists here.
Then, he turned around again and used his fist power to completely destroy the formation hub.
"Kill, leave no one behind!"
Yuan Ming flexed his muscles and gave cold orders to Huazhi and King Kong, who showed their true bodies next to them.
Then, there was a one-sided massacre. None of the Wuyue cultists who stayed here were any match for Yuan Ming and the others.
Originally, when they saw a body cultivator coming to their door, they felt ecstatic in their hearts, thinking that with the combined efforts of their group of soul cultivators, even if they were defeated by Yuan Ming, they could at least entangle him for a while.
But when they fired one after another soul-cultivating magical power at Yuan Ming, they found that all their attacks came to nothing, without getting a single response. Sometimes they even suffered backlash. In more serious cases, Yuan Ming didn't need to take action.
He died on the spot.
This situation will only occur when the difference in strength between the two souls is large.
But Wu Yueshen is above, and he is a physical practitioner. How can he get such a powerful soul power?
Is this person cultivating the body or the soul?
Before these Wu Yue believers could figure out these issues, Yuan Ming's fist came upon them, blasting them into pieces together with their souls.
In just half an hour, Yuan Ming killed all the Wuyue cultists who stayed outside the mountain, and he himself almost turned into a bloody man, covered with the blood of the Wuyue cultists.
It looks extremely scary.
Yuan Ming glanced around and saw that there was no trace of the Wu Yue cultists anymore. Then he performed the Clothes Cleansing Technique to clean up all the blood and stains all over his body. At the same time, he raised his head and looked at the cave not far away.
During the period of his killing, Wuyue believers continued to escape into the underground of Black Wushan through the caves scattered throughout the mountain, and the Nascent Soul monk who stayed behind had no intention of coming out from the underground to fight Yuan Ming, even if
All the Wuyue believers on the mountain were slaughtered, and this man didn't even want to show his face.
Perhaps he is guarding some important treasure?
Yuan Ming quickly thought of the mysterious space located deepest underground, where even the roots of immortal trees could not penetrate.
He probably also wanted to use the restrictions in the underground space to kill me.
Yuan Ming guessed the thoughts of staying behind Nascent Soul, slightly curved his lips, and then stepped forward without fear and walked into the cave.
Underneath the Black Witch Mountain, in a stone hall, the old man Yuanying in black robe looked at the bronze square mirror in front of him with a heavy face. What appeared in the mirror was the figure of Yuan Ming stepping into the cave and killing everyone.
posture.
"This man is a little weird. You first use the restraints in the underground passage to hold him down, and I will contact the Venerable." The old man in black robe quickly ordered.
"Yes." After hearing this, the faces of the Wuyue cultists around him turned pale, but they still cupped their hands and followed the order.
Then, the old man in black robe took out a wooden box and took out a light golden silk thread. As soon as he took it out from the wooden box, black shadows like human ears appeared on the silk thread, floating up and down around the silk thread.
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The old man in black robe suppressed the discomfort in his heart and injected his magic power into the thread. Then, all the human ear shadows gathered in one place and re-condensed into a palm-sized black human ear, suspended above the old man in black robe.
in front of me.
"Honorable Sir, there has been a change in Black Witch Mountain. A body cultivator with the realm of enlightened body and spirit beasts forcibly broke through the formation and invaded the mountain. This man's body has supernatural powers. Even the soul cultivation spells under the sleeping witch can't hurt him. It should be
How to deal with it, please give instructions from His Holiness." The old man in black robe said quickly.
As soon as he finished speaking, the pale golden silk thread in his hand instantly turned into jet black, and the phantom of the human ear disappeared directly into the stone wall above his head.
Seeing this, the old man in black robe also dropped the silk thread, took another one from the wooden box and held it in his hand, as if waiting for something.
But at this moment, in the main hall, a Wuyue cultist stumbled in.
"It's not good, that person seems to be very familiar with our place. He even knows where there are restrictions. We can't stop him at all. He has rushed to the alchemy library!" The Wuyue cultivator knelt on the ground and shouted with a trembling voice.
The old man in black robe was shocked. He quickly made a spell with one hand and hit the bronze mirror in front of him.
The scene in the mirror changed instantly, revealing the appearance of a warehouse.
In the center of the picture, Yuan Ming is ruthlessly searching for the elixirs in the warehouse. Regardless of the level of the elixirs, they are all welcome.
In order to attack the Central Plains, Wuyue Sect has taken away a lot of elixirs, but this is the headquarters of Wuyue Sect after all. The amount of elixirs is reserved according to the needs of all the monks of Wuyue Sect, even if it is only the remaining
If these are used on one person, they are completely enough for a monk who has just entered Yuanying to break through to the late stage of Yuanying.
When the old man in black robe saw this scene, his heart was bleeding. He wanted to rush out immediately and fight Yuan Ming, but there was no response from the light golden silk thread in his hand. He could only continue to stay here and could not rush out to meet the enemy.
But suddenly, the old man in black robe saw Yuan Ming in the bronze mirror suddenly turned around and met his gaze outside the mirror.
As he looked into those bright eyes, he was frightened for no reason and subconsciously turned his eyes away.
Naturally, Yuan Ming in the mirror couldn't see this scene. He just stared silently in a certain direction, as if he saw something, and opened and closed his lips.
"Wait, I will come to you soon... Huh, arrogant!" The old man in black robe read Yuan Ming's lips and couldn't help but snorted coldly.
At this moment, Yuan Ming in the mirror suddenly raised his fist and punched in the direction of the black-robed old man.
The image in the mirror disappeared instantly, and the old man in black robe understood that this was because the magic weapon placed at the other end for observation was destroyed.
He was annoyed in his heart, and just wanted to check the reconnaissance magic weapon arranged elsewhere, but the silk thread in his hand shook at this moment, condensing into a palm-sized lip shadow, and Ni Mu's voice came from it.
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This chapter has been completed!