Chapter 1735 The Little Beast from Southern Xinjiang
Du Chun has already taken control of the situation in the camp. The disciples of each faction already know more or less what happened tonight. They can't say a word about Cangyun Sect's eradication of the inner ghost. After all, this is Cangyun Sect.
Things inside Cloud Gate.
I just feel a little regretful that no heavenly artifact or rare treasure has been born in southern Xinjiang. They are all cultivators who think that they are the center of the universe. Everyone subconsciously thinks, or fantasizes, that they can get that rare treasure.
The expected results were achieved at the camp, but the war at Yunlong Peak was still in turmoil. The original 1,200 corpse exterminators from the four major families in western Hunan had been reduced by more than half after nearly two hours of fighting. On the other hand, Zhengdao and
On the Demon Sect's side, the losses were very small. The Demon Sect killed more than a dozen people and injured dozens more.
It was to help the demon sect and the white-robed wizards trap the corpse exorcists on both sides of the valley. No one had died in battle yet, and only a dozen disciples were injured.
The greatest achievement of this battle is not the Demon Cult, nor the white-robed Wushan of the five tribes in Southern Xinjiang, but the big monsters in Southern Xinjiang. The three giant birds Jingwei, Wanchu, and Wujiu guard the top of the valley.
To a great extent, it limits the space that the corpse exorcists can perform in the valley. The greatest advantage of cultivators is their high and high flying. If there were not these three giant birds blocking the sky above, and the fire unicorn and other beast monsters blocking the valley
At the north and south entrances, just relying on the few disciples of the Righteous Way and the Demonic Cult will definitely not be able to seal off the entire valley. Maybe now that the war is over, some enemies have been killed, and the rest
Most of the corpse exorcists took the opportunity to make birds and beasts. As the number of corpse exorcists continued to decrease, the defense of the good and evil disciples on the mountainside on both sides could no longer play a big role, because the power of the corpse exorcists could only be used now.
Dealing with the demon sect disciples in the valley, only to be killed by the young demon sect disciples
It was so entangled that it was impossible to send out a large number of disciples to break out.
In view of this, Ye Xiaochuan felt that tonight's battle could be over, and there was no need to drag it on any longer.
So, he raised his edgeless sword and shouted: "Kill!"
There were more than a hundred disciples of the righteous path, a hundred disciples of the demon sect, and a hundred white-robed wizards located twice in the valley. These three hundred masters of cultivation rushed toward the interior of the valley from different directions.
The situation between the two sides who were originally evenly matched in the valley immediately changed dramatically. This change was good for the good demons, but it took a sharp turn for the evil spirits.
Liu Fusheng held the magic weapon of the mourning stick to block Ye Xiaochuan who was charging at the front. After only one fight, Liu Fusheng was forced to retreat by Ye Xiaochuan's Nine Heaven-Destroying Styles of Broken Sword. Ye Xiaochuan was the kind of person who either didn't do it or he would.
Get things done.
After a successful move, the backhand is a move of Qiankun and a sword.
Today's Ye Xiaochuan is naturally far better than he was ten years ago.
At this moment, the Qiankun sword is many times more powerful than it was more than ten years ago. The thin green sword light with wisps of smoke is very inconspicuous among the countless magic weapons, but Liu Fusheng has a big face.
When he saw the strange light coming from him, he used up the last bit of strength, and poured all the true energy and spiritual power into the gun in his hand.
The mourning stick magic weapon was blocked in front of him.
The magic weapon of the mourning stick burst out with black light, and forcefully caught the Qiankun sword that Ye Xiaochuan had used with all his strength. There was only a loud noise, and the inconspicuous sword light seemed to be wrapped with a huge force, and Liu Fusheng was roaring
There was a muffled groan in the loud noise, and the mourning stick magic weapon was shaken and flew out of his hand. Although he himself barely blocked Ye Xiaochuan's blow
, However, under the powerful impact, his body slid backwards involuntarily, and his feet dragged deep traces on the valley floor, a full five feet long, before he stopped.
Liu Fusheng, who had stabilized his body, looked miserable. Suddenly, his body was shaken again, and a stream of blood spurted out from his mouth. It was obvious that Liu Fusheng had suffered serious internal injuries during the battle with Ye Xiaochuan.
Ye Xiaochuan did not look at Liu Fusheng, because Sun Xun and Wang Fu, who had always been friends with Liu Fusheng, saw that Liu Fusheng was injured, forced their opponents to attack, and attacked Ye Xiaochuan from the left and the right.
Ye Xiaochuan stepped on the invisible phantom, and his movements were strange and mysterious. He could only see the flickering light of the edgeless sword, and he neutralized all the moves of Sun Xun and Wang Fu who were besieging them. At this moment, Ye Xiaochuan's strength was once again displayed in front of others.
When he came out, whether it was Liu Fusheng who was severely injured by his sword, or Wang Fu and Sun Xun who were besieging him at the moment, they were all the leaders of the younger generation of the four major families, and they were all those who had reached the realm of spiritual silence.
Flow master.
Ye Xiaochuan is also in the Lingji realm, but his real combat power is far greater than any of these three people. Even if the three of them join forces, it will not be easy to defeat Ye Xiaochuan.
With the addition of disciples on the hillside, the situation of Xiangxi's corpse exorcism line is in danger.
However, which one of these corpse-killers is not a desperado with his head in his belt? People who deal with corpses all day are definitely not afraid of death. In their eyes, life and death are as insignificant as ants.
Even though the situation at this moment was very unfavorable for the Zombie Corps, no one gave up their troops and surrendered. Everyone was red-eyed, holding up their magic weapons without fear, and attacked the Zhengmo disciples while shouting.
Saint Meng Ning of the Black Elf Tribe is more sad. She could have hidden in the darkness on the hillside and fired a few magic arrows for a few sneak attacks. Now that the two sides are mixed together, it is difficult to make a sneak attack. Just now, a few magic arrows almost missed her.
He shot a demon sect disciple
, which attracted a lot of curses from the disciples of the Demon Cult. In desperation, Meng Ning had no choice but to ask the warriors of the tribe to stop shooting arrows.
But they didn't leave.
Not only did these black elves not leave, but a small pangolin-like beast seemed to appear in the darkness. These small beasts were good at burrowing into the ground, emerging from the soil, and gathering around the black elves.
Meng Ning looked at the battle below and saw that there was nothing to happen, so she started chattering to those little beasts in the language of an unknown race in southern Xinjiang.
The little beasts immediately dispersed and burrowed into the soil with a twist of their bodies. When they emerged, they were already in the valley where the fighting was fierce below.
These little beasts are like greedy iron-eating beasts, leaving no grass behind wherever they pass.
Many people died in the fighting here. The demon sect disciples could only fight while devouring the souls and souls of their dead enemies. As for the magic weapons that fell in the valley, they had no time to look for them.
The appearance of these little beasts greatly relieved the boring work of cleaning the battlefield.
These little beasts seemed to have the noses of hunting dogs. After sniffing a corpse a few times, they found a dagger from the giant corpse.
In a short period of time, these little beasts from southern Xinjiang not only dragged all the mourning stick magic weapons into the ground, but not a single other magic weapon or weapon was left behind. They even took away the Qiankun storage bags from many disciples.