Bai Tu stood in the sky, looking at Wentian City not far away.
Following Bai Tu's order, the troops surged in like a tide.
"Boom boom boom!"
On the wall of Wentian City, the psychic cannon let out a terrifying roar.
"ah!"
"ah!"
"ah!!"
Three artillery shells fell and exploded among the demon clan's advancing troops, and screams could be heard from time to time.
"Boohoo!"
As the shells fell, the demon troops fought back. An overwhelming rain of arrows swept towards the wall of Wentian City.
"Ding ding ding!"
The rain of arrows hit the armor of the soldiers guarding the city, making a clanging sound.
Because the armor did not provide full-body protection, many arrows penetrated the body through the gaps in the armor.
"ah!"
A scream came.
A soldier was shot in the face by an arrow, which penetrated directly into his head. The soldier died on the spot.
Artillery fire roared and arrows rained down. The humans were effectively killing the enemy, while the monsters were suppressing the defenders and covering the advance of the vanguard.
"Go and destroy those cannons on the top of the city!"
Bai Tu frowned as he looked at the ferocious psychic cannon on the opposite side.
"As you command!"
A group of demon cultivators in the transformation stage took the order and left.
"Whoosh whoosh..."
As the demon race enters the stage of becoming gods, the powerful people in the stage of becoming gods from the human race also appear on the battlefield.
The number of both sides is equal, and they each catch each other and fight!
The psychic cannon was still roaring, and the shells fell from time to time in the demon clan's team, causing screams again and again!
"You three, go over and destroy the cannon for me!"
Bai Tu frowned as he looked at the demon troops that suffered heavy casualties.
When the three Mahayana demon cultivators heard this, their bodies stiffened slightly.
They could clearly see that out of the nine psychic cannons on the opposite side, only six were firing cannonballs.
The remaining three psychic cannons are probably prepared for the three of them!
"Huh? Why don't you go quickly?"
Bai Tu looked at the three people without any movement and raised his brows slightly.
"As you command!"
The three of them looked at each other, then clasped their fists and saluted.
When the psychic cannon first appeared, it had a terrifying record of killing two people and seriously injuring one in the Mahayana period, which made these three people feel guilty.
And I heard that in the last battle, there was a Mahayana soul cultivator in the human team, and his invisible soul power was hard to guard against.
If you are tied up by the opponent and coupled with the attack of the psychic cannon, no one can withstand it.
"The three of us work together. No matter who is trapped, the other two must quickly destroy the artillery array on the city wall."
A strong man in the transformation stage suggested.
"good!"
The other two nodded.
"call out!"
Just when the three of them were about to fly to Wentian City, three figures appeared on their path.
"Dongfang Shuo, you are still alive?"
The Mahayana of the demon clan frowned when he saw these three people.
"Aren't you also alive and well? You're not dead, so of course I'm alive too!" A stooped old man said with a smile.
"Mo Hui, the thirteenth generation ancestor of the Mo Dynasty, disappeared a hundred years ago. There are rumors that he died of exhaustion of energy and blood. You look rosy and lively, but you don't look like a person who has exhausted his energy and blood!"
"Oh! Later descendants were filial and gave me a lot of supplements, which restored my lost Qi and blood, and allowed me to break through to the late stage of Dacheng. Did my appearance surprise the Great Sage Huangquan?"
A handsome old man smiled and said.
Mo Hui really almost ran out of oil and died, but fortunately, the Vitality and Shouyuan Pill brought by Mo Hai made him recover.
"Huh! I'm just a defeated general!"
The Great Sage Huang Quan snorted coldly.
"I could have seriously injured you three hundred years ago, but this time, the outcome will not change! Your energy and blood were originally depleted because of the injuries caused by my underworld finger. Why, you have healed your scars and forgotten them now.
pain?"
"Two of you, the other two demon cultivators, watch over here. This Great Sage of Huangquan, leave it to me!" Mo Hui heard this and narrowed his eyes slightly:
"Great Sage Huangquan, it's time to clear the account between you and me!"
"Hmph! Stop talking nonsense! If you want to fight, just come!"
The Great Sage Huangquan snorted coldly and flew high into the sky, away from the range of Wentian City.
To be precise, it is twice as far away as the known range of the psychic cannon!
"Old fox!" Mo Hui cursed secretly.
Mo Hui stood taller and caught up with the Great Sage Huangquan.
The remaining four Mahayana figures have different eyes.
There is weirdness, loneliness, and also suddenness and contempt.
The other two Mahayana monks from the demon clan also flew towards an airspace each.
"Dongfang Shuo, there are too many people here. We will hurt innocent people if we take action. It is better to fight far away!"
A demon race Mahayana talks serious nonsense.
"Haha..." Dongfang Shuo sneered at this Mahayana demon cultivator.
The latter touched his nose awkwardly.
"Are you afraid?" Mo Hui looked at the Great Sage Huangquan and said with a slight curl of the corner of his mouth.
"Afraid? The joke is just on you?"
The Great Sage Huangquan sneered.
"That's what I said!"
Mo Hui pointed at the neat artillery array on Wentian City.
When the Great Sage Huangquan heard this, his mouth twitched slightly.
"Why are you running so far if you're not afraid?"
Mo Hui looked at the other party's expression and continued to speak.
"There's so much nonsense! If you want to hit me, hit me like a girl, grinding and moaning..."
Don’t regret not opening which pot and picking up which pot, which will make the great sage Huang Quan angry.
"Eat my finger! Huangquan finger!"
A huge khaki finger appeared from the sky and pressed down on Mo Hui.
"Ha... things are different now. This trick of yours is useless to me!" Mo Hui looked at the khaki-colored finger pointing towards him and sneered.
"Tian Shuang Fist!"
Blue-white Yuan Power condensed on Mo Hui's clenched fist, and then he punched out.
As Mo Hui punched out, a huge icy blue fist appeared and struck hard at the khaki fingers!
Two waves of energy exploded in the sky, and their clothes were blown by the aftermath of the explosion.
The Great Sage Huang Quan looked at the magical powers being canceled out with a solemn expression. Mo Hui grinned when he saw this scene.
"you're old!"
Mo Hui looked at the Great Sage Huangquan and sighed.
The Great Sage Huang Quan looked at Mo Hui, who also had white hair, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
That’s right!
Everyone is over a thousand years old!
Aren’t everyone’s hair gray? Aren’t I 1,321 years older than you?
What's so great about it?
"What do you mean?"
The Great Sage Huangquan asked with a dark face.
"What I mean is that you are old and can no longer survive!"
Mo Hui looked at the Great Sage Huangquan, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
The Great Sage Huang Quan couldn't help but widen his eyes when he heard this.
How did he know he couldn't do it?
Did he come over to peek while he was doing things? And then he saw it?