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With the coercion of the Shifang Ghost King's Killing Formation as resistance, everyone who was still in the middle of the killing was immediately separated.
It's just that such a battle is not that easy. Even with Miaohe's guarantee and Tushanjun holding the battle, it still took half an hour for the dust to finally settle.
at this time.
As the majestic fog slowly subsided, the scattered sunlight finally shone down.
The rays of the warm sun dispelled the coldness in my heart, reflecting the blood stains on my face. The blood was cold, and I didn't know whether it belonged to the enemy, myself, or my relatives and friends from the same sect.
Many monks still had blank looks on their faces, they were just following orders.
It wasn't until it gradually fell silent, and the sound of fighting or the bombardment of spells faded away, that I finally came back to my senses. Only then did I hear the whimpering, sadness, roaring, and the sobbing that lowered my own voice beside me.
"Is this war?"
Wu Rong saw the cruelty of war for the first time.
Everywhere he could see were stumps of limbs and broken arms, and bloody corpses piled up to form hills. The blood gathered in streams and flowed through his iron boots along the cracks in the broken bricks of Dazhong City, leaving only a faint fishy sweetness filling his nose and mouth.
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Rolling down boulders from high walls, damaged urban dwellings, damaged large magical instruments, and felted flesh and fur stained on large magical instruments.
Overturned mountains, crooked trees, most of the original jungle that originally existed in Dazhong City were destroyed, and the mountain streams were turbid and turned into muddy tidal flats. Not to mention the messy major Attic Square Market and Yaoyuanqi Mountain, which had long been destroyed.
The monks who passed by plowed it several times, and not even the roots or bark of the trees were left.
The city was already in a mess.
"Is there an armistice?"
"Ancestor said it was a truce."
"..."
"We...were defeated?"
The disciples of the Hehuan Sect looked sad. They put down the weapons in their hands one by one, removed the magic power to protect their bodies, and looked for the voice of their ancestors at a loss.
Of course they heard the two words "descended" spoken by their ancestors. What a sad word these were.
Thinking that the Hehuan Sect has been in Xingluo Sea for thousands of years, but the war they launched with the Beast Control Sect has ended in failure. They should have won, but even if they lost, they would not have lost so miserably.
The fact is that they lost.
Taiyi Sect's foundation is indeed insufficient, but Taiyi Sect has that person.
Taishi Zunhun Zhenjun, the Peak Great Zhenjun, there are millions of Yin spirits in the Zunhun banner, and the Nascent Soul Ghost King from all directions is sitting there, so they were defeated. They were defeated completely, and there was no chance of a comeback.
"Failed!"
The army was defeated like a mountain.
This is a chain reaction and a general trend like a flood.
Once he says defeat or surrender, it means that it is difficult for the coach to have the idea of winning in his mind.
The same applies to the leading monks in the spiritual world.
Lord Miaohe sat dejectedly on the cloud. He should not have taken the risk of attacking the city. Instead, he fell into the opponent's way and became a turtle in the formation. But his supply line was cut off by the Yuandao Alliance. Even if he took root and slowly attacked the city
, Yuandao League came to surround He Huan to save Tai Yi, he must still send troops as usual.
In fact, it was because he didn't expect this person to be so strong.
Miao He Da Zhenjun couldn't help but look at the green-faced old devil.
Damn it!
This man is ridiculously strong.
I don’t know what kind of sect cultivated this monster.
Yes, it’s a monster!
Ordinary monks have some shortcomings, such as their physical body is not strong enough, or their magical weapons are not powerful, their spells are not outstanding, and their true meaning is not comprehended well, but this person seems to have no worries in this regard. When it comes to physical competition, he is a tiger and a snake.
The alien beast is strong enough. When the two fight against each other, the alien beast has no advantage.
It's okay to say that the alien beasts don't know how to use weapons.
What about the Beast King?
Under the clash of weapons, the beast king's tiger's mouth was shattered, and his arms could no longer hold the spiritual treasure.
One can imagine the power of this man.
Logically speaking, a ghost cultivator shouldn't have such a powerful physical body, and it's not like this person has any weird bloodline or any legendary overlord body, but his physical body has no flaws.
Regardless of his physical strength, the Void Crane is so fast that he may not be able to react at such a close distance. However, this man not only reacted, but also shot away the Void Crane first.
Poor Zhuikong Zhenjun may have lost half of his life.
The true magical power carried by that punch and the Yin thunder integrated into it were beyond the ability of ordinary Nascent Soul monks to resist. Miaohe had no reason to doubt that a weaker Nascent Soul would have been killed by this person's punch.
"Damn it!"
Miaohe gritted his teeth, now he wished he could cut Mingyu Zhenjun into pieces.
This damn thing spoke so freely that it attracted such a strong enemy to the sect. Otherwise, why would it be like this? The prestige accumulated for thousands of years was given to others at once, and now even he has become a prisoner of Taiyi Sect.
"Damn."
"Damn Mingyu."
"Damn Zhuxi, even the sect monks can't control it..."
It was useless to say anything now, and Miaohe felt depressed.
He felt that it was not only those geniuses in the center of the Eastern Wilderness who could fight with him. A 'mediocre' person like him was not his opponent. Now that the matter had come to this, we could only see what the other party meant.
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Fortunately, this green-faced old devil is not a real devil who will run away after doing one thing.
Otherwise, in today's battle, both he and the Beast King would have to enter the banner and become the souls in the banner, and even the two of them would not be able to save their lives, let alone those junior brothers, junior sisters, and disciples, who would definitely be killed by the Yinshen of Lingbao long ago.
Others are good to talk about.
At least the green-faced old devil still has his sanity.
Whether they are afraid of the Kunyun Sect and Tianpeng Sect's encirclement and suppression of the Demon Sect, or they are afraid of the main sect behind them, Donghuang Hehuan, they don't have to die now. Thinking of this, Miaohe, who was feeling quite happy, looked at the situation
, it still turned into misery, but he didn’t die, but he might as well die in battle now.
The giant ship was seized, and two to three hundred thousand disciples were taken hostage. There was also him, the sect's pinnacle Great True Lord, the Great Elder, as well as two late-stage Great True Lords and three Nascent Soul Ancestors.
During this battle, the Great True Lord Zhuxi of the Hehuan Sect could not afford to redeem them even if he sold the entire sect.
After thinking about this, Miaohe couldn't laugh at all.
"Fucked."
"I'm really in trouble this time."
Miaohe murmured softly.
The Beast King smiled awkwardly, pondered for a long time, and cupped his hands and said: "Fellow Taoist Taoist, why don't we just let it go? Our sect will give you a reasonable compensation, and we are willing to repair Dazhong City for you. From now on, the Beast Control Sect will
The boat is free for monks of Taiyi Sect, and our sect has a wild land in Beihai, where there are a large number of mortals, and our sect is willing to help your sect migrate here."
Tu Shanjun looked sideways and waved his hand to hide the several Nascent Soul Yins. The soul flags in his hands were like flying fairy catkins or like a long river of night flowing across the sky. Wherever he passed, the solemn expressions of the entire army were different.
The ghosts and ghosts suddenly climbed into the clouds and rushed in, turning into turbulent black air and suddenly surrounding it.
Gather the armor.
Tu Shanjun stretched out his blue-white hand, grabbed the fangs in his mouth, and forcibly broke off a bloody fang. He forged it into a long-handled hooked iron nail. He used his nails to carve a long and mysterious chapter on it.
As for the inscription, it was not until it was tempered into a nail that looked like a piece of green iron that it walked in front of the Beast King.
"Blocking the mana may be a bit painful, please forgive me, fellow Taoist."
He said this, but he didn't show any mercy. He stabbed the hook into the flesh and blood and penetrated the Beast King's pipa bone.
Do it the same way.
The magic power of Miao He Da Zhenjun was also banned.
Tu Shanjun said: "Apart from not being able to use magic power, there are no other dangers. But you can also try to break free from my iron nails, as long as you are not afraid of death."
Beast King and Miaohe glanced at each other, neither wanting to test whether what Tu Shanjun said was true.
"Where are we?" After taking the elixir and covering his chest, the Great True Lord Xingjin looked at his junior brother and the Master Zhuikong of the Beast Control Sect, whose chest collapsed and his face was as pale as paper. He then looked at Lord Tushan and asked.
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Tu Shanjun looked at the three of them and said calmly: "You don't need it!"
"Wow, that's too much!"
"Senior brother, forget it, forget it." The Hehuan Sect monk who had his arm cut off quickly grabbed Xing Jin.
They were too weak in other people's eyes, and they didn't even bother to restrict him. It was right. If it weren't for the support of his senior brother and the Beast King, they wouldn't have been able to withstand this attack, and they were seriously injured in just one confrontation.
A broken arm is broken, a wounded arm is wounded.
My senior brother was almost beaten to death.
At that time, it was obvious that he had to consider not only who survived, but also who had the ability to resist, so he chose to block the blow for his senior brother. But he didn't expect that he would be so vulnerable.
Tu Shanjun captured the two men and returned to the ancient building.
A banquet has long been held here.
The leader, Taiyi, lowered his eyes and looked at the Great True Lord Miaohe and the Beast King. There were three monks sitting on the right side. They were the three monks from the Jin'ao Palace. They were led by True Lord Jin'ao, followed by True Lord Qiongjing, and Sikong Xing.
Ye again.
Taiyi smiled and stood up, cupping his hands and saying, "I have long admired your name!"
His posture really makes him look like a latecomer to the world of spiritual practice.
"well."
"What are you talking about, fellow Taoist Taiyi?"
"The style of Taiyi Sect Master is indeed extraordinary."
"..."
"Everyone please."
"please!"
Everyone took their seats.
Tu Shanjun walked to the one under the first seat and sat down slowly, looking at his nose and heart, as if the old god was there.
"Both of you are seniors, so the junior will get straight to the point."
"The noble clan launched an unjust war, and our brothers were forced to take action. You must know that I have been assassinated, and fellow Taoists from Jin'ao Palace and Yuandao League have also died."
Taiyi smiled and said: "Now everyone relies on their own abilities, but your sect is defeated. Our sect does not want to commit more crimes, and is willing to value peace. I hope your sect can understand."
"That's what Fellow Taoist Taiyi said."
Miaohe explained: "I still want to reiterate that we did not plan the attack, nor did we kill the Taoist friends of Jin'ao Palace and Yuandao League."
Looking at Taiyi's meaningful smile, Miaohe knew that this was no longer important.
"I wonder what Fellow Taoist Taiyi wants our sect to pay before he is willing to release us back?"
"Easy to say."
"I heard that Lu Huangzong moved westward, and your sect got a vast territory. Since your sect is going to return to his hometown in glory, you can sell the remaining land of the Five Domains to my sect at a cheap price." Taiyi picked up the wine bottle and revealed
He had a bright smile and his eyes narrowed into a crescent shape, looking exceptionally kind.
His wandering eyes suddenly focused, and Miaohe suddenly thought of something.
In fact, he shouldn't blame Zhenjun Mingyu. No matter how eloquent that kid is, he will not take action in Taiyi Sect. Moreover, Tushanjun is still there to stop him. Mingyu Zhenjun should not say anything about taking action. He is afraid that he will be Qing Qing as long as he uses his magic power.
The old-faced devil pressed him to death.
From beginning to end, it was all planned by Taiyi Sect.