The news of the defeat on the front line spread to the rear, and the whole world was shocked. This was the first defeat that the Yao clan had suffered since the start of the war. The losses were heavy, far beyond imagination.
In the previous battle, the demon army went smoothly. The cultivators not only withdrew from the Dutian Blood Realm, but also lost several realms in succession. But looking calmly now, the cultivators' vitality has not been lost. What they lost was only the lowest sects, the real elites.
Not damaged at all.
In this defeat of the demon clan, those who suffered losses were all battle demons above the soul-breeding stage.
It is also the soul-growing stage, and there is a huge gap between ordinary monsters and war monsters. This is not obvious when one-on-one, but it will be fully reflected in collective combat. Even local legions need at least
After five years of training, combat effectiveness can be initially formed.
What's more, the Fire Legion is still a regular legion directly under the Presbyterian Church.
No one expected that the cultivator's counterattack would be so fierce and sharp. If he didn't take action, it would be like thunder.
When the front line was overwhelming, the atmosphere in the rear had been very relaxed. However, when the news of the defeat came back, the atmosphere in the rear suddenly became solemn.
Lord Yanshang's Fire Legion, known for its bravery, was completely wiped out. How strong was the enemy's input?
Only then did the demon clan remember that the cultivators had occupied the Capital Blood Realm for three thousand years. Even if the Dutian Blood Realm was no longer suitable for cultivators to fight in these three thousand years, they would still be as familiar with it as their own back garden.
The brilliance on his hand kept flashing, and Zuo Mo was cautious.
Snap, the light was extinguished.
Zuo Mo shook his head, but still couldn't do it. He tried hard to recall the last feeling captured by [Touching Palm] that day, and he had a vague feeling, but he couldn't explain why. He knew that it was because he didn't realize it deeply enough, that kind of feeling.
A vague understanding requires more accumulation.
It seems that I need to go find Xiao Honghong again sometime.
Poor Mo Ruhuo was also number one, but because he was all red, he was affectionately called Xiao Honghong by Zuo Mo. If he heard this nickname, he would definitely go crazy on the spot.
Zuo Mo originally planned to use the prison battlefield to hone his sorcery skills, but seeing that he had no clue, Zuo Mo decided not to wait any longer.
As long as he didn't touch the battle to break out of the prison, it would be quite easy for him to break through.
Soon, he was qualified to enter the third prison.
After thinking about it, it was almost time to stay in the Ten Finger Prison today. His consciousness scanned the mark of his consciousness and found that both Cang Ze and Nan Yue were there, running towards the wild beast chessboard.
When Zuo Mo found Cangze and Nanyue, he found that they were unhappy and had worried looks on their faces.
"What's wrong?" Zuo Mo asked strangely, "What happened?"
Cangze whispered the news of the defeat on the front line, and Nan Yue also showed a worried look on the side. After all, they were living in the demon world. If the demon army was defeated, their lives would only get worse. After all, it was hard to live.
If there is hope and expectation, if the demon world becomes turbulent and the nest is overturned, how can the eggs be completed?
After listening to Cang Ze's words, Zuo Mo stood there blankly, only shocked in his heart.
After a long time, he came back to his senses.
The first reaction is, how is it possible?
He has personally seen the power of the demon army. In the Tianyue Realm and the Xiaoshan Realm, when has the cultivator not been retreating steadily? Those ordinary sects, when they heard that the demon army was coming, retreated after hearing the news, they retreated to the bright future like a bereaved dog.
Tao Jie. Since then, Zuo Mo has lost all confidence in Kunlun. Even the current Suzaku Camp and Guard Camp, in Zuo Mo's eyes, are probably not as elite as those demon army elites.
Now Cangze heard that the demon army was defeated by the cultivators.
How could such a powerful demon army be defeated? Or was it defeated at the doorstep?
When he heard that the total number of casualties was as high as twelve thousand, Zuo Mo didn't know what to say.
It turns out that there are also strong cultivators...
He didn't believe it, but he knew that Cangze and Nanyue would never lie to him.
Such a dazzling victory was enough to completely overturn the weak image of those sects in Zuo Mo's mind. He suddenly realized that the background of those sects may not be as he imagined.
But he couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart.
The weak performance of the cultivators in the early stage was extremely dazzling under this great victory.
The contrast between the two is so great that it's almost as if they were clouds and mud.
Could it be...could it be...
Zuo Mo's pupils suddenly widened, his body froze in place, and a chill shot up his spine.
Show weakness to the enemy?
The four words were like lightning, tearing his mind apart.
His expression changed.
Using several realms and countless sects as bait...it's so crazy!
He was in a trance and muttered absentmindedly.
If this is true, then the planner of this plan is a madman! An out-and-out madman!
Zuo Mo returned to the camp in despair.
The gray mist in the sky continued to shrink toward the center, and the giant's figure continued to shrink and became increasingly clear.
When it was fully presented in front of everyone, the camp heard a neat gasp of air again.
An extremely weird giant is suspended in the air. It is twenty feet tall, like a hill. It has three heads, facing three directions, and the expressions on each face are different. Some are glaring, some are holding flowers and smiling, and some are closing their eyes.
Meditate. The six arms are either making seals or joining hands together.
The boundless majesty, like invisible air waves, hits everyone's hearts.
Looking at the huge thing in the sky, Yi Zheng's face was as white as a piece of paper, his pupils were blurred and out of focus, and he murmured subconsciously.
"Dragon Elephant Daga..."
When Zuo Mo returned to the camp, Zong Ru's elixir formation was almost finished.
He glanced towards Zong Ru's position, and was startled at first, then showed a look of joy. But soon, this joy was swallowed up by the thick haze, his face turned gloomy, and he called everyone to his tent.
The atmosphere in the camp was depressing, and everyone looked extremely bad. The news Zuo Mo brought from the Ten Finger Prison was shocking, and everyone fell silent.
"We are the bait."
Gongsun Cha narrowed his eyes and lightly traced his cheek with his fingers. His shy face was now covered with frost.
"If this is really their plan, then they will definitely have follow-up plans." Gongsun Cha continued, his voice as cold as ice, and his eyes like autumn water, full of murderous intent at this time: "
Anyone with the courage to make such a plan would never just seek such a small victory."
"Damn it!" Xie Shan roared in a low voice, his eyes were about to spit out fire, and his face was ferocious.
The eyes of other cultivators who came out of the small mountain world were red. Only one cultivator out of ten could survive in the hell-like mountain world. No one felt it more profoundly than them. Each of them crawled out from a pile of dead people.
No one questioned Gongsun Cha's speculation.
Wei Sheng's black eyes were filled with sword intent, and his face was livid. When he accompanied Lin Qian and the others back to the sword cave, he felt a little strange. Lin Qian's guards were all very powerful. With such strength, why didn't they guard the Sky and Moon Realm?
What? Instead, it’s like surrendering the Sky and Moon Realm to the demon army.
It was only when he compared the two that he understood. Strong anger and disgust suddenly filled his chest. The sword intention in his body was sensed and surged endlessly, wanting to burst out of his body.
Kunlun rules the entire Kunlun realm. Each sect needs to pay taxes to Kunlun. Part of their income must flow to Kunlun, turned into crystals, and turned into materials, which are used for the training of Kunlun disciples and for Kunlun's daily consumption.
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But……
Murderous intent surged inside the tent, and the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.
Zuo Mo, who had been silent all this time, suddenly raised his face, as if nothing had happened, and showed a bright smile: "Everyone practice well! If it is really what they did, hey, there will naturally be a chance to settle things with them slowly."
"hurry up!"
"The whole army speeds up! We must reach the defense line within twenty-four hours!"
Every demon army had a look of exhaustion on their faces. They received the order and used almost all their strength in order to reach the Dutian Blood Realm as soon as possible.
"General, we are about to enter the Dutian Blood Realm."
As the leader of the Frost Legion, Lan is in his prime, but he became a golden warrior twenty years ago. Twenty years of experience in commanding an army has given him faint signs of breakthrough and advancement. As a legitimate member of the Aquatic Tribe
One of the leading figures of the year, his future is also widely optimistic.
Lan is cautious by nature, has a steady fighting style, and rarely makes mistakes.
The Presbyterian Church sent him to put out the fire this time, hoping that he could quickly stabilize the war situation to avoid a collapse.
Staring at the vast and endless blood mist in front of him, Lan remained silent. The team continuously passed by him and plunged into the vast blood mist. The adjutant stood beside him quietly without disturbing him.
"Do you know the origin of Dutian Blood Realm?" Lan asked.
The adjutant said respectfully: "Three thousand years ago, we were defeated. In order to withstand the offensive of the cultivators, the four great realm masters transformed their bodies into benevolence, with the seven middle realms as the axis and the forty-nine small realms as the screen, named Dutian Blood Realm.
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Lan said with some emotion: "Yes, it is the flesh and blood of our ancestors. I hope it can protect us and return safely."
The adjutant said in surprise: "Don't you think highly of our trip?"
"The opponent must have a backup plan." Lan shook his head: "The destruction of the Fire Legion was not accidental. The destruction of a legion was at least a medium-sized battle. Without mobilizing enough power, it would be impossible for the opponent to completely annihilate the Fire Legion.
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The adjutant couldn't help but show a worried look on his face. He had been following the commander for many years, and he almost never made a mistake.
Noticing the adjutant's expression, Lan smiled and said: "Don't be nervous. Water will come to cover you, and soldiers will come to stop you. We just need to be more careful."
"This subordinate is overly worried," the adjutant responded quickly.
"It's a good thing to be cautious." Lan pondered for a moment, then suddenly raised his head, a light flashing in his eyes: "Order! Everyone speed up! We must reach the defense line within twelve hours."