The eight groups of warships were all extremely fast, and in a moment, they arrived at the deceased military camp one after another.

The eight military camps built by the dead are very particular. They are the eight gates that enter the core area of ​​Xianji Mountain. They fully combine the mountains and rivers and terrain. It is extremely difficult to break through.

Zhang Ruochen was able to sneak into the depths of Xianji Mountain quietly before, because his own space path was extremely profound, and because the dead clan was relatively relaxed at that time and was not as cautious as he is now.

It is unlikely to sneak in now.

"Commander, what should we do? Do we attack directly?" Tu Tian asked.

Zhang Ruochen is the leader of their team. Zhang Ruochen can only make the decision on how to do it.

Standing at the bow of the ship, Zhang Ruochen looked at the war fortress built by the dead. This war fortress was very huge, like an ancient divine beast entrenched here, which made people feel extremely depressed.

After pondering for a moment, Zhang Ruochen said: "Power the warship and launch an attack with all your might. Let me first see how strong this war fortress is."

Tu Tian did not hesitate at all, and immediately sent the order.

The warships prepared by the Northern Territory Camp for them are not only used to rush the road, but also have amazing attack power, enough to kill powerful people of the Saint King level.

On the battlefield of merit, this type of warship is undoubtedly of great value, and can be called a killing weapon. With one random blow, it can kill a large number of monks in the hell realm.

It’s just that refining such warships is too expensive and not anyone can own them.

Zhang Ruochen actually had a better warship, which was the spoils obtained in the Battle of the Sword Tomb, called the Destroyed Warship. If it was in the hands of the Great Sage, it would be enough to pose a threat to the Great Sage.

Unfortunately, the fight was too fierce at that time. One of the four zodiac warships was almost completely destroyed, two were severely damaged, and only one was not too serious.

It involves the Great Saint Inscription. Even if the people from the Divine Sword Saint Land take action, it will take a very long time to repair it, and it may not be able to repair it as before.

"boom."

At the same time, all four warships burst out with terrifying holy power, and dazzling and fierce holy lights bombarded out.

Many secret patterns immediately appeared on the surface of the war fortress, forming a tough protective cover, blocking all the attacks of the warships.

"Continue." Zhang Ruochen said.

Suddenly, the four warships launched another attack, and fired fifteen consecutive strikes, not caring about the consumption of the holy stone.

Each warship is equipped with a limited number of holy stones and cannot launch too many attacks.

There is no way. Although the warship attack is strong, it consumes too much on the holy stone. At the same time, dozens of ships were dispatched. Zhenyuan and Xuanyuan Likong also have to consider the cost.

From the eleventh attack, the holy stone consumed was provided by Zhang Ruochen. He was rich and powerful, so he didn't care about this holy stone at all.

When the warships fired several more attacks, the dead finally made a move. The war fortress opened a portal, and a group of soldiers of the dead walked out slowly.

Seeing this, Zhang Ruochen immediately ordered the attack to stop.

Letting the warships continue to launch attacks is entirely a provocation of the dead tribe, in order to attract the dead tribe out, otherwise how can we fight this battle?

It was obvious that his purpose had been achieved, and everything was as he expected.

"You dare to enter Xianji Mountain, you are seeking death. Don't even think about leaving alive." A burly dead clan wearing armor said coldly.

Tu Tian flew out of the warship, looked down at the powerful man of the Dead clan and said coldly: "I'm so arrogant. I'm here today to level the Xianji Mountain. You dead clans will all be destroyed."

"What are you? Death."

The burly dead clan had murderous intent eyes. He reached out and grabbed it. The evil spirit of death condensed into a short spear and threw it towards Tu Tian.

An extremely powerful aura emanated from the burly dead clan. You can vaguely see tens of millions of rules emerging outside his body, and the rules of heaven and earth rotate completely with it as the center.

Seeing the short spear flew through the air, Tu Tian couldn't help but condense, and he quickly circulated the holy energy in his body, condensing dozens of layers of shields outside the body as quickly as possible.

"Plop."

The short spear is amazingly powerful and invincible, instantly breaking through dozens of layers of shields.

Finally, the short spear hit Tu Tian's body and was blocked by the armor worn by Tu Tian.

The short spear burst and the terrible force drove Tu Tian out.

"A strong man in Lindao Realm."

Tu Tian stared at the burly dead clan with his eyes fixed on him.

Before the opponent took action, he really failed to see through his cultivation. He thought that at most he was a powerful man in the Heaven Realm. With his strength, he could easily crush him. Unexpectedly, he kicked the iron plate.

"Who are you?" Tu Tian asked coldly.

The burly dead clan said proudly: "I am one of the three commanders under the command of the Demon God Son of Yuan, Commander He Yun. He is ordered by His Highness, the Demon God Son of Yuan, to guard Xianji Mountain. Any cultivator in the Heavenly Court dares to step into Xianji Mountain and will be killed without mercy."

Upon hearing this, Tu Tian's eyes changed slightly, and he couldn't help but feel a little afraid in his heart.

The commander of the Death has a very high status and can command a million dead army on the battlefield of merit.

Those who can become commanders have all their cultivation levels that reach the realm of Taoism. They usually obey the orders of the great saint of the dead clan, and even the son of the gods is difficult to dispatch.

Even when entering Kunlun Realm, the commander of the Dead Clan still has great say and will not obey the orders of a certain son of god.

Some weaker sons of gods have only the Death Lord and the Death General, and cannot control the Death Commander.

The fact that the Source Demon God Son has three death commanders is enough to show how powerful the Source Demon God Son himself is.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes swept over Commander He Yun, and then swept towards the several powerful dead clans behind him.

The dead clan's strong men were obviously a little different. They were wearing standard armor and holding standard combat soldiers, and their strengths were similar in nature.

"Knight of Death."

In an instant, Zhang Ruochen learned about the identities of the dead clan powerhouses.

All the Knights of Death God’s Cultivation are above the Dao Realm. They are carefully cultivated by the Temple of Death God and possess the resources of the Great Saint.

The few death knights in front of you have the lowest cultivation level, both of whom have reached the Heaven Realm and their strength cannot be underestimated.

In addition to these Death Knights, there is a team of Death Clan powerhouses behind them. The aura emitted is also very terrifying, and all of them are above the Dao Realm.

In other words, the fifty-eight dead tribes who emerged from the war fortress were all top powerhouses with cultivation above the Dao Realm.

There are so many strong people in one military camp. How amazing would it be to add up to eight military camps?

"It seems that the information obtained is correct. The dead clan can indeed use the death altar to cultivate strong people, and the results are very significant." Zhang Ruochen thought to himself.

At this moment, the faces of many monks on the four warships were a little solemn.

Compared with the top combat power, they are obviously at a disadvantage and the situation is quite bad.

I'm afraid that Zhenyuan and Xuanyuan Likong would not have expected this.

Looking at the group of dead strong men outside the war fortress, Xiang Chunan couldn't help but shine, "Brother, what a lot of merit!"

Hearing this, the slaughtered and the slaughtered expressions, feeling that Xiang Chunan's nerves were too big. Those powerful people in the dead could indeed exchange for a large amount of merit, but the premise was that they had to have the ability to destroy them all.

With such a huge gap in strength, they cannot be optimistic anyway. If they really want to fight hard, they are afraid that they will suffer heavy casualties.

But Zhang Ruochen also smiled and said, "It's true that there are so many merit values. If you destroy them all, you can exchange them for at least 180 million merit values, so what are you waiting for?"

"Haha, the little boys of the dead, you Grandpa Xiang is here!" Xiang Chunan laughed and rushed out of the warship immediately.

A death general from the Dao Realm flew out, emitting a powerful evil spirit of death from his body, and punched him out with a very contemptuous punch.

With his cultivation level in the Taoist realm, he can indeed despise Xiang Chunan, who has not yet condensed his debut domain.

Xiang Chunan had no intention of dodging at all. Not only did he not retreat, but he took the initiative to meet him.

"Eat your Grandpa Xiang with a punch."

Xiang Chunan shouted violently, and the acupoints of his whole body opened, and a pillar of demonic energy emerged, and he wanted to transform into a peerless demon king.

"Bang."

The two fists collided, and the evil spirit and the evil spirit of death were stirred up.

Xiang Chunan stood steadily in the air like a sacred mountain, while the death general of the Dead tribe flew backwards and hit the war fortress like a cannonball.

With just one punch, the death general suffered a severe injury, and one arm burst out and could hardly move.

Xiang Chunan did not stop and immediately wanted to punch him again.

"You dare."

A dead man shouted, took the battle axe and slashed at Xiang Chunan.

Xiang Chunan roared angrily, "Get out."

Countless magic patterns appeared in the metal magic crown, releasing the supreme power, and colliding with the Death Corps.

At the same time, Xiang Chunan punched in the air, and the demonic energy condensed into a demon mountain, hitting the dead general who suffered heavy damage.

"Wanzhong Demon Mountain Fist" is the boxing holy technique he is best at, it is a Tongxuan-level intermediate-level holy technique. Its power is not much worse than that of some weaker high-level holy techniques.

"Bang."

The body of the death general shattered, and the holy soul was crushed by the Demon Mountain.

Killing a Death General with two punches is undoubtedly a very amazing record.

On the other hand, Death will be shaken back by the metal magic crown and will not be able to get close to Xiang Chunan.

Seeing that his strong man was killed, a Death Knight from the Heaven Realm immediately flew out and waved the Death Scythe to reap Xiang Chunan's life.

The meaning of the existence of the Death Knight is killing, and they are symbols of death.
To be continued...