The battle on the top of Taibai Mountain became more and more intense, and countless strong men emerged from the sky to join the camp against the Heavenly Court.
Faced with such a majestic wave of attack, Tianting did not choose to sit still and wait for death, but quickly mobilized friendly forces from three mountains and five mountains to support it.
The biting cold wind quietly filled every gap, mixed with the smell of blood, making the battlefield look even more eerie and terrifying.
The corpses of countless powerful men are buried at the foot of Taibai Mountain.
Before the blood could dry up, new corpses rushed over, turning this originally beautiful landscape of mountains and rivers into a bloody Shura field.
These powerful men who used to dominate the world and stir up troubles in the world now seem to be extremely weak in the face of the vast war, and are nothing more than mere ants.
They couldn't make any waves, so they completely disappeared into thin air.
A strong man fell with almost every breath, but the call to attack the heavens became louder and louder.
At this time, the eyes of those demonic old monsters exuded fanaticism, and they kept puffing away smoke and activating their magical powers.
The downpour of the killing force washed away wantonly, consuming the bodies of the heavenly soldiers and generals.
The Nantianmen, which was originally a ruined wall, has been completely reduced to ashes and disappeared in the endless attacks, and no trace of the past can be seen anymore.
The four generals of the Demon family who were stationed at Nantianmen had long been shattered by the wave of killing.
Their true spirits were crumbling, hanging deep in the list of gods, and they were looking at the battlefield with expressions filled with fear and uneasiness.
In the Lingxiao Palace, Haotian's eyes were deep and he frowned slightly.
He gently rubbed the corners of the table. On the surface, he looked calm and calm, but in his heart, he suddenly felt a turmoil.
Before the Journey to the West had completely begun, Haotian knew through the deductions of the wise masters that this calamity would be the bloodiest experience.
The flavor of death will permeate every corner silently, and the creatures in the deep mountains and old forests will appear one after another, and they will involuntarily step into the whirlpool of killing.
The war became more and more intense, the fire was cooking, and the flowers were blooming.
Heaven seems to have an absolute advantage, but Haotian knows that these are just superficial phenomena.
The List of Conferred Gods indeed has the effect of binding the true spirit and making it difficult for it to fall.
However, re-conception requires a lot of luck and resources.
Moreover, this process is very slow, and even with Heaven's wealth, it is difficult to complete a large number of resurrections.
The reason why there is an endless supply of heavenly soldiers and generals is that the foundation accumulated by Heavenly Court for tens of thousands of years is now being consumed at a terrifying speed, and sooner or later it will bottom out.
"Should we take action now?"
Haotian frowned thoughtfully.
There are indeed many trump cards in Heaven, but they are the cornerstone of his future enlightenment of Hunyuan. If he uses them in advance, he may attract the attention of the saints.
He founded the Heavenly Palace, strategized, and commanded the three realms, all with the goal of climbing to the final peak.
If the trump card is used in advance, more information will be exposed. If Zhunti finds out and uses the opportunity to deduce, wouldn't it be putting the cart before the horse?
Thinking of this, Haotian sighed helplessly, and he stretched out his finger in front of him and clicked lightly.
The sparkling mirror quietly emerged from the void.
The picture revealed inside is exactly the tragic scene of Taibai Mountain.
The heavenly soldiers and generals are endless, the shouts of killing resound through the sky, and the armor exudes elite intelligence in the sunshine.
These brave and fearless men of heaven, with the blessing of the Conferred Gods List, have a well-established advance and retreat, and cooperate with each other. Led by Li Jing, they set up several large formations to resist the continuous wave of offensives.
Spiritual luck surges out, and the magnificent formation covers the sky, or transforms into a mighty and majestic dragon, or gives birth to sharp swords and spears, or fills the air with fire, and the cold wind forms a variety of visions, which will destroy the Panwang Patriarch.
The attack he led was firmly resisting outside the Nantian Gate.
Li Jing was wearing bright silver armor and holding an exquisite pagoda in his hands. Every time he issued a command, streaks of rays of light followed and scattered.
He sits in the center, has rich experience, sophisticated and changeable methods, and hundreds of command flags hanging in front of him.
Every time Li Jing flicked his fingers, a different order was issued.
Every command can bloom with various forms of brilliance, thus providing terrifying increases to many heavenly soldiers and generals.
Joining the Taibai Mountain camp, those who share the same hatred and hatred are all talented and talented people who have emerged in recent years.
Taken individually, each of them is a powerful presence.
However, with so many elites cooperating with each other and facing endless heavenly soldiers and generals, they were still unable to break through the final line of defense.
In terms of Heavenly Court, even the defense methods will undergo some changes in response to the several attacks on Mount Taibai.
Li Jing was extremely indifferent, using the lives of heavenly soldiers and generals to pile up crazily, and using death to block the clarion call of attack.
The flavor of death becomes thicker and thicker.
If you look at it from a distance, you will find that there are gusty winds here, and ghosts and wolves are howling incessantly. It is as if the underworld has come to the world, which is particularly strange.
After a long battle, the spiritual essence in the bodies of these talented and powerful men was gradually exhausted, and then they were beheaded and killed by various immortal families.
As the saying goes, if the tree falls, the hozens will scatter.
As soon as a gap appeared in the attacking team, Li Jing seized the opportunity and directly ordered the team to launch a counterattack.
In an instant, overwhelming flames steamed up and swarmed along the Nantian Gate.
Fire filled the air, and the phantom of the red bird flew high into the air.
Luo Xuan had the winning ticket in hand and gently shook the feather fan in his palm.
Wearing a scarlet robe, he strutted loudly and walked directly out of the team, followed by many powerful immortals from the Fire Department.
Everyone is united and shows off their magical powers. The fire magic powers bloom like fireworks, causing the temperature to gradually increase.
Fire in the stone, fire in the wood, fire in the air.
The three top-level XORs are intertwined with each other, like ink paint that is being swayed in the direction of Taibai Mountain.
The terrifying flames steamed crazily, burning all defenses into ashes.
Those Taiyi strong men didn't even have the space to support themselves. After letting out painful wails, their bodies turned into ashes and were destroyed in the depths of the wave.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Luo Xuan waved his left hand gently, the treasure light was steaming in front of him, and the blazing fire light wheel was revealed behind him.
The immortals of the Fire Department combined their magical powers with each other and collided constantly, quickly turning the sky into a magnificent sea of blazing fire.
In the process of crazy burning, countless sharp rocket arrows were continuously split, swarming in like pear blossoms in a rainstorm.
The dense waves of fire made one's scalp feel numb at first glance, reflecting on the faces of the heroes in Taibai Mountain, making them look paler.
Deep in the sky, dark clouds rolled.
Thunder filled the air and spread freely.
Wen Zhong was holding a pair of male and female maces, and the Mo Qilin under his crotch was majestic. With his head held high and his chest held high, he led many immortals from the Lei Department.
They stir up the wind and clouds, causing lightning and thunder, and the purple thunder is like drifting heavy rain, coming one after another.
The crackling sound was like noisy firecrackers at a festival, containing terrifying explosion and destructive power, tearing Taibai Mountain's defensive formation into pieces like it was dry and rotten.
The thunder continued to accumulate on the ground and turned into several terrifying thunder pythons.
The giant python shook its head and swallowed the world without any mercy. It caused great harm as soon as it appeared.
The jet-black luster swayed and scattered, and the rich toxins spread out.
It was like a continuous spring rain, with death filling the air.
Lu Yue was riding a five-color camel with a poisonous Tao treasure flag on his back. The many confidants behind him had various magical powers, causing waves of flying sand and rocks to roll up between the heaven and the earth.
The violent poison is silent, ripples and penetrates, even more cruel than the methods of Pan Wang Ancestor.
The heroes contaminated by the poison were instantly corroded into blood if they were not careful.
In an instant, the Taibai Mountain camp was reduced by 30%.
Sudden changes make death more vivid.
Those impassioned and strong men who shared the same hatred stopped one after another when they felt the threat of death.
Their eyes were filled with fear as they looked towards the majestic heaven.
"Damn it, weren't these immortals seriously injured? How come they recovered as before in just three or four hours! Which fellow Taoist is proficient in treatment methods? Come and help me provide treatment for everyone!"
"Silly boy, have you forgotten that there are flat peaches in heaven? This is an innate spiritual fruit that contains the breath of life. No matter how serious the injury is, you can completely recover after eating it in two bites."
"Everyone must be careful. Heavenly Court's counterattack is becoming more and more fierce. You must not slack off. Li Jing is a strong man who leads troops in battle. His strategizing methods are much more ruthless than Patriarch Pan Wang."
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Faced with the mighty suppression and counterattack from Heaven, the heroes of Taibai Mountain were immediately thrown into disarray.
The initial high spirits disappeared and were replaced by painful wails and frantic running away. The scene looked particularly embarrassing.
"After all, they are just a miscellaneous army, not as well-trained as Heavenly Court." Patriarch Panwang's eyes were filled with disdain, and he frowned slightly as he looked at the ridiculous scene in front of him.
He was wearing purple Taoist robes and standing on the top of Taibai Mountain.
His white hair is windless due to the vicissitudes of life, and he looks quite deep and deep.
The large-scale death of friendly troops could not even cause the slightest ripple in the heart of Patriarch Pan Wang.
In war, there must be sacrifices.
Although those friendly forces were wiped out in the wave of attacks from Heaven, they helped Patriarch Pan Wang explore the depth and foundation of Heaven.
In a quasi-holy level war, the competition is no longer about combat power, but more about the effectiveness of intelligence collection.
Whoever has more information will have an absolute advantage.
The first battle to reach the sky was destined to be unsuccessful.
What Pan Wang Patriarch has to do is to explore the internal problems and flaws of Heavenly Court through these details, so as to prepare in advance for the second battle.
"The light of heaven shines in every corner of the ancient world. A behemoth like this will definitely have countless trump cards. These wine bags and rice bags want to follow me to beat the autumn wind. Their calculating faces look really disgusting."
"However, fortunately, I have these trash to help me charge into the battle, so as to expose more clues to Heaven. If my guess is correct, there should be a strong man of wisdom in the depths of Heaven. Otherwise, how could Li Jing not change the way of war?
, I just sent heavenly soldiers and heavenly warriors to fill the hole with their lives.”
Ancestor Panwang's eyes shone with wisdom, and he narrowed his eyes slightly in front of him.
Poison Road·Mass Burial!
His cheeks suddenly bulged, as if he was chewing something in his mouth.
The smell of Destroy Star Chao slowly seeped out.
Li Jing's face looked a little ugly.
He always felt that the original god was constantly beating, as if he was about to face some great horror.
Ancestor Panwang took a deep breath and suddenly spurted it out towards the front.
puff!
The thick and sticky sewage flowed upstream, rushing towards the heaven.