Chapter Thirty-Seven: Dark Clouds Overwhelm the Tree
At the eastern foot of Taibai Peak, tents are dotted all over the place. A huge building boat is parked in mid-air. Five or six patrol teams are flying quickly in the sky, wary of any slight movement on Taibai Peak. Hundreds of low-level disciples are busy.
Between camps, he took out something from his storage bag from time to time, and then carefully assembled them together. Gradually, the prototypes of ten huge machines were formed in the mountains and forests.
These machines have a square base about two feet long and wide, made of solid wood. In addition to a rare shock-proof array carved on the base, a gray-white metal frame is installed in the center. A black frame is installed in the center.
The cannon barrel is installed on the stand. The barrel is one foot in diameter and eight feet long. The surface is engraved with formations that are like the texture of leaves. They are as thin as blood vessels and have no rules at all. There is a faint fire spirit flowing in the formations.
, the color was dark red, like blood, and the ten black barrels shone with a chill in the sun.
A low-level monk carefully wiped the muzzle of the cannon and whispered to the companion who was installing the machine next to him: "Since I entered Sitian Pavilion twenty years ago, this is the first time I have seen the Xuan Cannon being used. What do you think?
Who exactly is Tianqiong Sect? They need to use the country's sharp weapons."
The young monk next to him replied bitterly: "I heard that the Tianqiong Sect is the strongest sect in the Tianqiong Mountains, and the leader, Master Tianqiong, has the cultivation level of an immortal, which is a level higher than our emperor. Fortunately,
This big shot is not among the left-behind faction, otherwise we would not have enough heads to chop off. I thought I would have a restful day after entering the Black Artillery Camp, but I did not expect that I would be unlucky enough to catch up with this battle."
The low-level monk next to him curled his lips and said in a low voice: "You kid, you have to watch your mouth. How can we and other ordinary people talk about the current Holy Sage? Although you and I are also practitioners, in this fortified place,
In the world of spiritual practice, we are worse than ants."
The young monk was obviously frightened, and immediately fell silent and immersed himself in his own business.
Thirty miles away from Sitian Pavilion's camp is a watchtower of the Tianqiong Sect. The watchtower built with huge logs from the Tianqiong Mountains looks a bit barbaric. The walls around the watchtower are densely covered with defensive arrays. These arrays
Although even Sitian Pavilion's attack could not be blocked, it was better than nothing. The battle was all about that little advantage.
The monks of Sitian Pavilion can see with the naked eye the groups of sky monks wearing green armor on the opposite side, waiting in formation. The distance of thirty miles is really too close for practitioners, so close that many golden elixir monks are
The natal magic weapon can be shot directly from one side to the other. There is a long and narrow hilly area between the two sides, consisting of five or six hills. A strong murderous aura permeates the hills, making the tree branches tremble.
At this time, a young monk flew out of the Sitian Pavilion's central army tent and flew towards the Tianqiong faction's camp on the opposite side at an extremely fast speed. Several Tianqiong monks flew towards him and stopped him. The young monk did not say anything, but took a
He took out a piece of letter and flicked it towards the opposite side. When he saw the monk Tianqiong took the letter, he returned to Sitian Pavilion without looking back.
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In the Ziyun Palace, Gu Siqin crumpled the letter into a ball of ashes. It was different from ordinary flames. It was a kind of ashes that could only be burned at extremely high temperatures. He said loudly: "Call Gu Jian."
"yes."
The monk who had been standing in the corridor listening to the order flew out and disappeared in a flash.
Gu Jian hadn't taken off the armor yet. He had just finished practicing the Seventh Level Tiangang Beidou Formation. When he heard his father's call, he hurried to Ziyun Pavilion.
"Father, why are you calling Gu Jian?" Gu Jian stood respectfully beside Gu Siqin. In his eyes, his father was definitely not a kind person. Sometimes he was even quite rigid, so Gu Jian didn't like staying with Gu Siqin very much.
, the two can only meet when the Sky Sect has an opportunity to launch an army.
"Take the forty-nine monks under your command and set up the Tiangang Beidou Formation fifty miles north, waiting for the opportunity to move and give them a taste of the power." Gu Siqin's eyes were extremely cold when he said this.
"I will obey my father's orders." Gu Jian replied loudly. This was the order he was most willing to hear. As the proudest third-generation disciple of the Tianqiong Sect, he had long been holding back his energy to crush his enemies.
Now, in the Tianqiong Sect, except for the monks of Xantianyuan, everyone else can't help but feel anxious. The reason why Xantianyuan is confident is mainly because it relies on the seven-layer Tiangang Beidou formation. From a macro perspective, this formation is no different from the Tiangang Beidou small formation.
What's the difference? It's just that each star position is composed of a small formation of the Tiangang Beidou, so a total of forty-nine monks are required to complete the large formation, and the Gujian Master Si Di star position. The formation is practiced under secret conditions.
Except for these fifty monks who knew the true power of the magic circle, the rest were kept in the dark. It was precisely because of knowing the power of the magic circle that Gu Jian became more determined to defend against the enemy.
Gu Siqin looked at Gu Jian's leaving figure and murmured: "It's time to shine this sword. Inform the stewards of the Patrol Court, Law Enforcement Hall, and Sword Making Hall to follow me and watch the battle with the enemy."
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In the cold wind, Jiang Baichuan waved his left arm lightly, and the ten mysterious cannons behind him were pushed out by a hundred qi-training monks. There were no wheels on the base of the cannon, but there were more than ten layers of flying magic formations engraved on it.
, there are eight spiritual stone slots around the base, each with a medium-grade spiritual stone inserted in it. Relying on more than ten layers of flying magic circles, ten Qi-training monks can push the half-suspended spirit stone in the air.
Xuan Cannon.
After the cannon was in place, ten monks sat cross-legged on the pedestal and cast a spell for the first monk. The whole body of the divine artillery, except for the dense muzzle, was completely wrapped in a light yellow mask.
The light on the eight spiritual stones on the base suddenly dimmed. It was obvious that a lot of spiritual energy was consumed to maintain this layer of light. This layer of light was a means of self-protection for the divine artillery. The designers back then were not very thoughtful.
A slow-moving, powerful siege weapon is always a target for the opponent to attack, so protection measures are naturally indispensable.
A monk took out a round black ball from the Naxu ring and stuffed it into the barrel of the cannon. He stretched out his two fingers and scratched the body of the cannon. The fine formations seemed to be lit up, dark red.
Fire patterns spread all over the cannon body, like bloodshot eyes in the dark night. A ball of bright white light condensed at the muzzle, growing from small to large, and finally became even thicker than the muzzle.
Suddenly the ground began to tremble, and ten giant cannons roared and roared at the same time, sending ten round shells to the opponent's tower. The legs of the monks standing around with lower cultivation levels began to tremble involuntarily.
In his eyes, these were clearly ten flaming dragons, without any arc, hitting the opposite tower almost point-to-point.
A light blue flash shot out from the tower, accurately hitting a mysterious fire bomb that was flying on the way. The moment the lightning and flames collided, the world seemed to suddenly darken, and the originally peaceful spiritual energy of heaven and earth was disturbed crazily.
, the hot air containing lightning spread in all directions. The monks on both sides suffered from the burning sensation caused by the heat wave. Their beards and hair began to turn yellow and became somewhat curled in the scorching heat. The odor caused by the ionization of the air was nauseating.
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Immediately afterwards, another bolt of lightning shot from the side of the mountain. This bolt of lightning came from another watchtower slightly farther away, and hit the second mysterious fire bomb impartially. All the monks present were shocked by this strange precision.
Even the natal magic weapon they control with their spiritual thoughts cannot reach such a level of accuracy. It is obvious that the opponent's tower has an extremely terrifying mechanism. If there is no mysterious artillery and hard attack methods, I don't know how many there are.
The monk is going to die.
The third bolt of lightning accurately hit the third mysterious fire bomb. The thirty-mile long and narrow hilly area was really ignited by the flames falling from the sky. For a moment, the flames burned the sky, and everywhere was filled with dazzling red.
Thick black smoke rose from the top of the mountain, like countless ugly black mushrooms.
Finally, four mysterious fire bombs hit the watchtower. In an instant, a looming layer of energy rose up from the watchtower. When the mysterious fire bombs encountered this layer of energy film, they shattered as if falling apart, and the entire mask actually burned.
The next six mysterious fire bombs hit the watchtower accurately without exception. The thin film had long since collapsed under the attack of the sixth mysterious fire bomb. The unprotected watchtower was completely exposed to the opponent's attack, with four remaining
The black fire bomb hit the front of the watchtower. As soon as it made contact, the fireball exploded, and countless sparks quickly covered the huge logs. The watchtower was flashing with silver light, like the moths rushing to the flames at the end.
Amazing bloom.
A sharp flash shot out from the tower that was about to collapse, and people's eyes were dazzled. A Xuan artillery exploded with a sudden sound, and lightning shot from the muzzle, barely touching the defensive restrictions around the Xuan artillery. The cannon body exploded into pieces, and the base
The ten monks on board were bombed beyond recognition, dripping with blood, and the smell of roasted flesh permeated the surroundings.
A flash of red splashed towards Jiang Baichuan. He waved his hand disdainfully, and the blood evaporated in the air. Jiang Baichuan's face was gloomy and he said to a monk who was delivering the order: "Order the front army to be divided into three groups and follow the torn
At the defense line, attack Taibai Peak, and use the Vulcan Cannon to target the other two watchtowers and release it with all its strength."
Shangguan Luoyu, who had been watching quietly, said hurriedly: "Your Highness, I thought it was not the time to attack the mountain on a large scale. We should use divine artillery to pull out all the eight towers around Taibai Peak one by one, leaving Taibai Peak exposed to us."
In front of us, we will attack the mountain again. A blind attack like this will probably cause too many casualties and the gains will not be worth the losses."
Jiang Baichuan looked unhappy, looked at Diaosou of the East China Sea, and said, "Diaosou, what do you mean by being old?"