The second battle between the Seven Sects and the Six Demonic Sects has just begun. Although there were many casualties after several battles, they were not injured and their spirits were still there. Therefore, such a large-scale battle involving thousands of people It will still happen from time to time.
At this moment, countless foundation-building monks rose up with their swords in mid-air and rushed out of the camp like a torrent. In the end, they all disappeared into the depths of the Golden Drum Plain.
Mo Juren, who was escaping at high speed at this moment, felt a little annoyed in his heart.
Yesterday, when I checked the logistics related information, I learned some information. A few days before each war, the sect will distribute certain material subsidies in advance. And yesterday was the last day of distribution, so I also paid attention to it at the time.
Unfortunately, I had just checked out a large amount of information before I could fully digest it, so I was invited to a banquet. When I left, I was given a "heavy gift", so I ignored the matter.
However, regret is useless, who could have thought that another battle would happen so quickly?
I just hope it's not too late, otherwise, I can only take some risks.
After a while, Dunguang suddenly stopped somewhere in mid-air and stared straight ahead. That was the camp area where the Han family's children were stationed.
Without any hesitation, he took out a transmission talisman in his hand, whispered a few words to it, and then threw it out. The talisman turned directly into a line of fire and shot towards a stone house somewhere in the camp. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into it and disappeared.
A moment later, a figure flew out of the stone house and was in mid-air in a blink of an eye. However, the moment he saw the other person, Mo Juren's eyes showed disappointment.
"May I ask who you are, Uncle Mo?" The person who came was a young girl with only the seventh level of Qi training. She stopped and asked respectfully.
"Where's Han Yunzhi?"
"Ah, Uncle Han is leaving for Jinguyuan."
"Is that true?" Mo Juren frowned and asked again,
"How long have you been gone?"
"We left early in the morning, and now we have probably reached the depths of the Golden Drum Plains." As if she understood something, the girl continued,
"According to past rules, the war cannot start immediately. At this time, all the monks participating in the war should have gathered near the battlefield. It is estimated that it will take half a day to wait for everything to be ready."
"Half Day"
With a flash of light in Mo Juren's eyes, he directly summoned a blue flying boat, which turned into a ray of blue light and flew away from the camp.
Looking at the disappearing light, the girl suddenly breathed a long sigh of relief, with a hint of joy in her eyes, and said to herself: "Uncle Mo is here. With him by his side, Uncle Han and the others will be safe." Improved a lot."
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Mo Juren didn't know the specific location of the battlefield, but there were monks flying with swords everywhere around him. All he had to do was follow them all the way.
As he hurried on, he was also thinking about his next move.
To be honest, he originally did not plan to participate in such a large-scale battle. It was not dangerous. With his current strength, if he wanted to escape, few people would be able to stop him.
Of course, it will be more troublesome to encounter monks who are above the elixir formation stage. However, the possibility of such a situation is extremely low.
There are some unspoken rules in the world of cultivation. High-level monks rarely attack low-level monks directly for no reason, at least not openly. Otherwise, extremely serious consequences will occur.
After all, both the demonic path and the main body of the seven sects are composed of a large number of disciples of middle and low realms. If the top forces on both sides did not abide by the rules and acted unscrupulously, chaos would have broken out long ago.
Therefore, despite the many wars between the two sides, they will still only take place between people in the same realm.
In this way, even if you participate in such a large-scale battle, there will be no danger.
The reason why he originally did not plan to participate was mainly because it was meaningless or the price-performance ratio was too low.
Although he has strength that far exceeds that of the same level, but in full view of everyone, he can't just kill without any scruples. Wouldn't that make him unhappy?
What's more, with the situation in Spirit Beast Mountain, we can't mess around.
Therefore, he had to keep it in. Unless the other party was seeking death, he had better not kill easily, and he could only let the harvest take its course.
Taking all things into consideration, it is better to hide in the back and have some leisure time. While cultivating, you can also find ways to earn more spiritual stones. It can be said that you kill three birds with one stone. Why not?
It's a pity that he has to come now if he doesn't come. After all, he promised Mr. Han to take care of Han Yunzhi, so he can't break his promise. Besides, based on his relationship with the other party, even without Mr. Han's request, he would encounter this situation
You can’t just sit back and watch.
"Forget it, just take part. It's just to gain some experience. After all, he has never experienced such a large-scale battle with thousands of people. If he thinks about it carefully, he is still looking forward to it."
With this thought in mind, a dim light suddenly flashed before his eyes, and a palm-sized black wooden box emerged. Gently opening the lid of the box, what came into view was a row of flying needle-like magic weapons that were about an inch long. There were a total of them.
Twelve, each one is shining with a cold light.
"The top-level magical weapon Shadow Needle, a set of twelve, can also be used individually. It was originally prepared for the battle of the spirit mine. It has never been used, but now it is just right.
I’ll use you this time, just in time to have some good discussions with my friends from the devil’s path.”
While thinking, the monk flying with the sword in front seemed to have discovered something, and his escape speed suddenly increased greatly.
On the green boat, Mo Juren used his extreme eyesight technique, and he saw that a vast wilderness nearly ten miles away in front was already crowded with people, all of them were monks from seven sects who were arriving one after another.
On the other side of the wasteland, in a large area no less than a kilometer apart, there are also thousands of monks, obviously belonging to the demonic side.
Countless battles, the hatred between the two sides has become deeper and deeper. Therefore, although the war has not yet begun, the sky above the battlefield is already filled with murderous intent.
Withdrawing his spiritual eyes, Mo Juren's heart suddenly moved. The green boat under his feet disappeared instantly, and was replaced by an extremely ordinary green leaf-shaped magic weapon.
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As soon as the magic power in the body was activated, it suddenly turned into a stream of cyan light and flew forward.
This scene was naturally noticed by other monks who came nearby, and their faces showed signs of astonishment. I was still guessing who this wealthy fellow monk was, but I didn't expect that the other monk would do this?
"Pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger!"
For a moment, this thought flashed through the minds of countless people, and at the same time, a sense of vigilance arose in their hearts. They must be more careful in the subsequent battles, especially pay attention to such insidious characters who like to 'pretend to be weak'.
The speed of Qingye's magic weapon was naturally not very fast. Even though it was only ten miles away, it still flew slowly for a long time. When we arrived, there were too many monks gathered around it, and it seemed that the battle would really begin soon.
At this time, Mo Juren was not in a hurry. Since he had already gone to the battlefield, there was no point in going earlier or later. Since he couldn't leave for a while, the top priority was to find Han Yunzhi first.
There were a lot of people, and Mo Juren couldn't help but have a headache. He had no choice but to use his spiritual eyes again and scan among the thousands of monks.
Fortunately, I was lucky and happened to see the other party in a certain area. At this time, the other party was getting together with another female monk in a white dress, and I didn't know what they were communicating with.
"It's not too reckless to know how to come together." Mo Juren complained in his heart, but did not move forward immediately. Since the other party's purpose is to come to the front line to experience, then unless he encounters a real life and death crisis, he
It’s better not to show up for now, so as not to disrupt the other party’s plan.
After making a decision in his heart, he stopped paying attention to the other party, turned his attention to the entire battlefield, and began to observe carefully.
The so-called large-scale battle is actually a bit misnamed. There is basically no thorough preparation on both sides. Apart from the formations and barriers that have been arranged and completed in advance, there is nothing special.
The formation barrier is basically a decoration and will not be turned on during battle. Otherwise, both sides will be hiding in the barrier shield, and no one can easily hurt the other party.
Such a discovery left Mo Juren speechless, but he knew how strong the demonic side really was, and the seven sects also had some wealth.
However, at this time, the two sides only planned to fight with a large number of monks themselves, and they were reluctant to take out the treasures at the bottom of the box, which was really a bit perfunctory.
It can be seen from this that no matter whether it is the devil or the seven sects, they all have their own little thoughts.
The Demonic Way naturally wants to use cannon fodder to consume the opponent, and the seven factions are well aware of the gap between the two sides. Except for Spirit Beast Mountain, the other six factions may have long had the idea of running away. In this way,
Naturally, all the true knowledge accumulated in the sect over the years will not be wasted here.
Put away the thoughts in your mind and turn your eyes to the surroundings.
At this time, the foundation-building monks on the left and right have already prepared their own magical weapons, waiting for the battle to begin.
Seeing this, Mo Juren didn't want to be too special. His calm expression instantly faded away, and instead revealed a trace of dignity.
Time passed slowly, and the war began.
As both sides completed their preparations, an order was issued almost simultaneously from a high platform in their respective camps. In the next moment, thousands of long-awaited foundation-building monks on both sides of the battlefield sacrificed their magic weapons.
In an instant, the area in the center of the battlefield was flooded with all kinds of magic weapons like a rainstorm. Countless auras of various colors collided with each other, and bursts of strong energy fluctuations burst out...
In a certain corner, Mo Juren was naturally not idle, casting spells from time to time to neutralize the flying attacks. As for the Shadow Needle, it was obviously not suitable for such large-scale use, so it could only be done temporarily.
On hold.
The battle at this time was not fierce. The two sides seemed to be fighting in full swing, but there were only a few casualties. Only some really unlucky beings would be hit by the flying attacks, resulting in a certain situation.
casualties.
However, this situation did not last forever. After several waves of magical weapons, new orders came from the two camps again, and the real battle began.
For a time, almost all the monks on both sides took to the air in their escaping lights, and finally met directly in the vast space in the center of the battlefield.
This time, it was not just the Foundation Establishment Stage. The monks in the Pill Formation Stage from both camps also flew into the air. However, they did not take action immediately. Instead, they consciously stayed away from the battlefield and flew towards the depths of the Golden Drum Plains.<
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This is a real chaotic battle, without any command, and everyone fights freely based on their own strength.