Chapter three hundred and sixty seventh mountains and mist
Two hundred and thirty flying boats stood across the sky, and the oppressive feeling that covered most of the sky was enough to make the insects and beasts in the mountains flee.
Only then did the Chongshan League monks who raised their heads knew what kind of enemy they were about to face.
The people of Wan Tu Clan have no so-called attack plan at all.
Their plan is to attack.
It can be seen from the naked route that these guys did not take this remote world of immortality seriously at all.
Wu Fan, the head of the Wan Tu Sect wearing a blood-colored crown, was standing on a huge battleship at the front, staring coldly at the carved and painted buildings below.
Wan Tu Sect had previously sent Blood Sword Guards into Dazhong Mountain to investigate information.
Although Jiang Li led the Chongshan League monks to annihilate them in time, it was impossible to hide this basic information from others.
This is the center of the Immortal Cultivation World in Dachhong Mountain, and they plan to come here to attack Huanglong.
"Below the leader is the core of the Dazhong Mountain area, the headquarters of the Chongshan Alliance. It is also the secret realm of the lost medicine garden of Wanxuan Sect, the predecessor of our sect."
"As long as this place is defeated, the Immortal Cultivation World in Dazhong Mountain will no longer have the power to resist. Those thousands of years of spiritual materials will also be returned to their original owners."
Standing next to Wu Fan was a sword-wielding servant with an ashen face.
Although his face was ugly, in front of Wu Fan, he still looked flattering from the bottom of his heart. His high-pitched voice was more like a rootless person in the palace.
The Earth-level Blood Sword of the head of the Wan Tu Sect is not usually worn by him, but by a sword-carrying servant who follows him everywhere.
This kind of sword-holding servant is similar to some of the cauldrons that use Yin-causing acacia exercises. The exercises they practice are special, and they are purely used to make wedding clothes for others.
All the practice of a sword-holding servant is to make a wedding dress for the sword he holds.
A high-quality sword-wielding servant can greatly improve the grade and power of the sword, and is a very effective means of strengthening and maintaining it.
It's just that in this kind of profession, after taking up the job, the lifespan can be as short as three to five months, or as long as three to five years, and everything will be sucked away by the knife in your hand.
"Master, do you want to give those guys below a chance to surrender?"
The sword-holding servant can be regarded as Wu Fan's most trusted confidant. Although his tenure is short, he can talk to the master and serve him at any time. He is also the object of fawning by many people.
"If you covet something that you shouldn't covet, there is no need to waste words and slaughter with them."
He spat out the words lightly, as if he was not facing a world of cultivating immortals with a vast territory and a long tradition.
Instead, he was holding a pot of boiling water and was about to pour it into the ant nest.
"The master has an order to massacre!"
The sharp voice of the sword-wielding servant sounded.
Buzz!
The air trembled with ripples, and then two hundred and thirty spaceship cannons fired at the bottom.
Two hundred and thirty light beams, thick or thin, formed a downward diagonal line and penetrated straight into the buildings below.
The seemingly thick formation shield was as fragile as a piece of paper, and could easily be completely destroyed under the bombardment of a spiritual cannon of this size.
The buildings that looked like a fairyland on earth were easily destroyed as if they were made of paper shells.
Those low-level monks, under their artillery fire, could not muster the courage to resist at all, and squatted down with their heads in their hands, preparing to die.
Then, under the merciless destruction of their artillery fire, they were all destroyed along with other buildings.
Those screams became the most complementary soundtrack to their artillery fire.
Easy, simple and so smooth!
The monks of Wantu Sect, who had been fighting a humiliating battle for more than a month, finally felt the wonderful feeling of bullying the weak.
These madmen who take pleasure in killing people will never feel like they can't kill them.
They carried out carpet bombing for half an hour.
It wasn't until the muzzle of the cannon became hot and the spirit stones on the ship's cannon charging formation turned into waste that it slowly stopped.
Below, the area they had just bombed had long been turned into a mess of pitted ruins. It was almost difficult to see even the remains of any building. Thick black smoke filled the area.
But apart from those crazy and excited disciples, the top management of Wantu Sect who had experienced many battles realized something was wrong.
They had just captured Rock Rock Ridge not long ago.
The process of conquering an immortal world was still fresh in their memories.
Although the world of immortal cultivation was unable to compete with them head-on, the Black Rock City as the core was captured by them within seven days.
But the process was not so easy.
Moreover, the entire area is so large, and the monks' mobility is so strong.
Break them into pieces and then run away individually, hiding in deep mountains and old forests, and often cover thousands of miles. As long as you are careful, it is not difficult even for foundation-building monks to do this.
After losing the frontal battlefield, they went through various guerrilla attacks, harassment, raids, underground lurking, and repeated tug-of-war. It took a long time before they finally stabilized the situation there.
However, this heavy mountain is a little strange.
Why does it feel like what they are attacking is not the core of a cultivating world, but a mortal town, which is simply too fragile to look like.
Could it be that because of fear of the Wantu Sect's momentum, this main force in the world of immortality has fled?
"Let someone go down and take a look."
With an order from the superior, the cabins of the two warships were opened, and the disciples of the Wantu Sect who had been prepared inside swarmed down with their magic weapons.
Going to the first echelon to clean the battlefield is a real job. As long as your luck is not too bad, you can get a lot of gains no matter what.
But when they stepped on the ruins, the excitement quickly subsided.
Why does this battlefield feel so different from the past?
Here, they always feel like something is missing.
There's rubble, debris, smoke... but what about the bodies and blood?
This is it, here...why isn't there that familiar bloody smell from before?
A disciple grabbed a piece of building debris and squeezed it casually. The debris shattered in his hands like foam.
When did he become so powerful?
No, he is just a newbie who is building foundations, so the problem should be with these building materials.
If you take a closer look, these building ruins on the ground look like the core of the area built with high-grade materials.
It was obviously made of yellow mud mixed with straw mortar, and was built randomly in the crudest way.
From a distance from top to bottom, it seems to be very large. But in fact, even ordinary people probably don't think highly of such a crudely built house.
Just standing like this, exposed to wind and rain, it might fall to pieces within a few months.
Just now, their two hundred and thirty flying boats spent an unknown amount of spiritual stones and spiritual energy to bombard such a patchwork of mud-roofed houses for half an hour?
At this time, they calmed down from the excitement and suddenly felt a chill in their hearts.
He quickly picked up his magic weapon and wanted to take off again.
But a burst of fog floated in from all directions, completely covering them. In this fog, the vanguard of Wantumen lost all sense of direction, and ran around in panic in the fog, unable to fly out no matter what.
Then screams came out from the mist, and all the millions of Tu Sect disciples collapsed underneath.
It turns out that everything Wantumen saw just now was borrowed from a straw boat, just a straw boat.
It didn't take more than a day for the Chongshan League to build these things. There are no less than ten such fake headquarters in other directions.
Combined with the phantom formation of the misty mountains, these mud shells replaced the opponent's most ferocious first round of bombardment. No matter from any perspective, it was a very cost-effective thing.
If they like it, the Reborn is happy to let them take turns hitting the target.
Far away from the Wantumen fleet, where the Chongshan League's real headquarters is, a large group of disciples from various sects who were deceived into the misty mountains were quite nervous when they first saw the arrival of such a large fleet.
But they soon discovered that Wantumen's fleet had inexplicably stopped outside the misty mountains, and then began to attack an open space frantically.
There were waves of vibrations caused by the explosion in the distance. It obviously couldn't hurt them at all.
Seeing such a strange phenomenon, these monks gradually came to their senses. Wantumen's fleet did not seem to be as terrifying as they imagined.
The Chongshan League was not stupid enough and planned to let them go up and die head-on.
It seems that this battle can still be fought!
Luring people to the battlefield is the first step, and the second step is to give these unwilling disciples confidence, which is the so-called military morale.
Defeating this feared Demon Sect fleet in front of everyone is undoubtedly a good way.
That's how it happened now.
The Misty Mountains are a real group of mountains. After thousands of years, they were only accidentally discovered by the monks of Dazhong Mountain. This shows how large their scope is and how ingenious the misty illusion is.
That was after the formation here had been in disrepair for a long time and was full of errors and omissions.
Now, after the full efforts of the Chongshan Alliance to repair it, the defensive phantom formation has regained its former power, which is by no means worse than the mountain-protecting sword formation at Shushan Five Elements Peak.
Looking out from the inside of Taisho, it is indeed a vast expanse of sky and earth, that's right.
But looking in from the outside, the thick fog that permeates the entire mountain range is enough to cover up all malicious prying eyes.
And if you make some preparations in advance, you can also let the enemy see some pictures you want the enemy to see like a mirage.
However, such a small trick can be used once or twice to waste the enemy's reserves and delay the attack for a while.
If you use it too much, it won't have much effect.
At this time, on hundreds of large formation nodes in the misty mountains, there is a core elder holding a token and operating the formation.
The dense fog in the entire misty mountain area became thicker and thicker. The mountains, which were hundreds of miles apart, were all covered in white. The monks of Wantu Sect did not know where to fire for a while.
Those Chongshan League monks who inspired confidence and courage were quickly assigned to pre-set positions.
They only need to follow orders and execute and repeat some simple actions to make the Chongshan League headquarters operate at high speed.
And hidden among the mountains and forests, there is a group of brave men full of anger and hatred, who are ready to take revenge on these former enemies.
"Everyone, remember, listen to my orders later, take aim, and fire the crossbow together."
"Transfer immediately after firing the crossbow! Remember, one step too late will result in death!"
Hidden under the thick fog in the mountains, among the rows of fortifications, a young man was giving a final reminder to his companions.
"Bastards of Wan Tu Sect, we have been waiting for this day for a long time!"
"Now follow my orders and fight back!"
On a mountaintop flanking the Wantumen fleet, five hundred monks from Rock Ridge were staring closely at the fleet in the distant sky, following Huyan Longan's order.
The giant anti-aircraft crossbows set up on the ground were fired in unison, and after a buzzing sound of crossbow strings trembling, five hundred anti-aircraft crossbow arrows were fired at the fleet in the air.
Some of the giant crossbow arrows were intercepted by experts, but there were quite a lot of them. Since they were caught off guard from the flank, a small number of the crossbow arrows still hit the airship on the flank.
Immediately, the crossbow exploded violently, causing considerable losses to Wantumen's fleet.
These air defense fortifications were all dismantled from various Xiuxian bazaars under the deployment of the Chongshan League, plus those that were urgently made.
Even a one-time use can cause harassment for a long time.
But this also pointed out the direction of attack for Wantumen's fleet, and then a wave of naval guns swept across, clearing the location where the attack was launched.
Even with all the preparations, dozens of people failed to escape the bombing range in time, but this did not stop the monks from Rock Ridge from their determination to take revenge.
After the Wantumen fleet changed direction, it appeared from the other side again, and the same group of crossbow arrows were fired.
The current situation is that it is not advisable to fight head-on. In the Dazhong Mountain cultivation world, no one can stop the leader of the Wantu Sect who holds the Earth-Level Blood Sword.
Not even Guchen Sword Shenshan Jianyi can do it.
But they can't always rely on the phantom formation to avoid fighting and let these guys run around, so they can only use this method to aggravate and hold them back as much as possible.
As for what should happen next, many senior officials in Dazhongshan could not think of any feasible strategy to deal with the enemy.
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In the Asura Realm, Jiang Li was rushing across a bloody plain, and soon a huge bloody arena appeared in front of him.
This is the Doro Blood Arena where the Yaksha clone has been hanging around for a long time.
Wanting to create a blood pool that can open a spatial rift is not something he can do in just a few days after finding a spatial rift.
The mini blood pool they created before was also exhausted after they escaped from the Mu family and opened the space rift again.
If he wanted to return to the Kyushu Continent in time, he could only go through this space-time rift that he opened with his own hands.
Although he was very worried, he could only abandon the earth's core channel there first and let the seed-seeking asuras continue to work in the most low-key way.
Before Jiang Li left, he personally walked through the earth's core passage to explore the exit below.
The Eidolon bats below are not strong, and they don't even have much IQ. They don't even know how to clean up their feces, and they have accumulated a thick layer over the years.
I think that without accurate information, no one would deliberately enter this smelly place to investigate.
Jiang Li asked the Yaksha clone to pick him up and immediately go over there to watch. Theoretically, nothing would happen.
Then he hurriedly and slowly arrived here.
"What are you doing sneaking around here?"
At this time, an eagle guard with hair all over his body and almost bald wings spotted Jiang Li, and flew over with a crudely made spear.
Jiang Li stood alone on the boulder and refused to accept the bell's call to enter the bloody arena. Such behavior was somewhat suspicious.
However, before it could get closer, a long tongue shot out from a distance and instantly pierced the heart of the eagle guard.
From the gate, Yaksha's clone walked out with a group of subordinates who were only loyal to them.
The tongue that shot out just now was a toad squatting on the clone's shoulder.