There is no need for too many words, just four simple words, like the rising sun, splitting open the cold ice sun.
His broad, thick shoulders and tall figure hold up the sky.
The sudden sense of security made the monks who had been on the edge of despair completely breathe a sigh of relief.
The formation in front broke apart, shouts of killing continued, and densely packed enemies rushed over from the opposite side, like evil ghosts crawling out of purgatory.
The eyes are terrifying and the body is rotting, as if it wants to swallow up everything beautiful in the world.
That man just stood here, and it seemed as if a thick high wall was born, spanning the gap between these two days.
"Retreat...retreat!"
Even though he was a master of the ghost clan who was not afraid of death, he still felt the cowardice rising from the bottom of his heart. The person who rushed out first could not stop shaking, and kept retreating backwards.
There are too many people, too crowded.
A small gap is enough for hundreds of thousands of Nether Sky masters to break through in a short period of time. Those who follow are constantly rushing, ghosts stepping on ghosts, bones hitting bones, turning into an unparalleled momentum.
But as the people in front retreated, the momentum was stopped.
"Senior...Senior!"
Even the elders of Baifeng didn't know where the person in front of them came from and what their origins were. Although the Halloween Pictures had already resounded throughout the Blazing Sun Sky due to the relationship with the Halloween Pavilion.
But few people can set foot above it, let alone know about the tens of thousands of great saints enshrined in the All Saints Pavilion.
There is only one person in front of me, but it is like a piece of heaven and earth, giving life to the earth and hope to everyone!
Looking into the distance, the scene I see seems to be more than just what is in front of me. It is a more distant past, a past that no one knows.
There are many such masters in Halloween pictures.
Tens of thousands of great saints lined up neatly and walked out of the Halloween picture.
Their bodies were full of divine light, and they burned their remaining souls into short-lived strength, and took the crucial step without hesitation.
He is a great sage, but more like a well-disciplined army.
Everyone has their own unique weapons, and when scattered, they are enough to rival the masters of the Immortal Realm.
But at this moment, he restrained his sharpness and integrated everything into the battle formation. The somewhat damaged and incomplete standard spear looked so ordinary.
Another formation rupture occurred, and a master from the ghost race came riding a corpse horse. His tall body looked down at all living beings with an unparalleled majesty.
The dark spear was thrust forward, and it was able to kill an old master in front of him.
In such a battle situation, the people at the front are all older, and their cultivation level can be regarded as some of the best in Blazing Sun Heaven. The further back they are, the younger they are, and the lower their cultivation level.
Stairs of death!
Although the hope is very small, the older generation must try their best to pass on that small hope.
The spear penetrated the old master's body, and the ghost master picked him up at will, with a cruel smile on his lips.
There are noisy voices all around, including anger and unwillingness!
But within an instant, he was suppressed!
The black spear broke. The ghost master who was showing off his trophies a moment ago seemed to have not yet changed and couldn't adapt to the feeling of being picked up by someone's gun.
The broken spear shook, and the ghost master's body was immediately torn into pieces.
Behind them were countless masters of the ghost clan, and there was only a small team gathered in front of them. Everyone looked ordinary, but the countless scars on their bodies were enough to show how cruel battles they had experienced.
Many injuries are fatal!
He shouldn't be alive, but at this moment his body appears in a different posture.
Soul!
The top of the soul turned into a leaping flame. Although it was small, the beating of the flame was very powerful.
Without any words, the saint transformed into a soldier. In a small square formation, only thirty-six people broke into this area using an incomparable and magical formation.
The enemy has thousands of troops, and even the end can't be seen at a glance.
They were soon overwhelmed by the crowd, but they emerged in an instant. The masters on the periphery rotated their spears, like giant twisted blades, and advanced steadily in the crowd.
Spears are constantly thrust out from the side, killing him with one blow!
In the battle of Immortal Immortal, it is not an easy task to decide the winner in a short period of time.
But in their hands, it was so relaxed and freehand.
When the spear was thrust out and retracted, a master of Netherworld Immortal Immortal was killed. Even the strong vitality of the ghost tribe could not withstand this kind of offensive with laws.
There are countless teams like this.
Tens of thousands of great sage masters have already experienced hundreds of battles and know where they should stand and what they should do.
What's more, he is now under the leadership of the Nine Heavens masters.
Continuously blocking the attacks from various broken openings, they even directly stepped out of the formation and stood on the outside of the formation to block Nether Sky's attacks.
After reacting, the Blazing Sky masters shouted loudly, and continued to rely on magic weapons and forts to attack the enemy again and again.
The offensive seemed to have been eased, and Lin Ruoyu's pressure suddenly eased a lot.
When she could catch her breath, she half-bent her body and tried her best to support her body.
A ray of light condensed behind her, and the figure of the Great Sage Yunsi emerged. He hugged her body softly, smiled as if he was relieved, and then said: "Do you still have the strength?"
"Senior...Senior, there are more!" Lin Ruoyu arrived in a hurry.
Great Sage Junsi smiled slightly and said: "That's good, change the formation of Blazing Sun to match the formation of Halloween Picture!"
With a flick of her hand, a huge star map appeared in front of Lin Ruoyu.
The stars are shining, there are sun stars, moon stars, seven stars twinkling, nine stars hanging in the sky, countless stars emitting dazzling brilliance.
The stars were moving. Lin Ruoyu, who was controlling the Blazing Sun Formation, woke up almost instantly and said in shock: "This... this..."
"I'm surprised, this is the essence of Halloween pictures!" Great Sage Junsi smiled.
Lin Ruoyu was shocked. The stars in the entire star map were actually moving based on the Great Sage in the Halloween map. Their power seemed to have turned into stars.
There are so many rules here, it's like a complete sea of stars.
Leaving Lin Ruoyu in astonishment, Great Sage Junsi understood that she didn't need too many words, she would soon wake up and she had what she should do.
Looking at the stars in the sky, she casually picked up the sharpness among them.
"Qingsheng enters Shaoyang, Tianshu turns into a greedy wolf..."
The troops belonging to Qing Sheng rotated in the starry sky, and began to deploy a unique formation with the entire Blazing Sky as the base.
Tianshu Xingjun also led his troops to change their formations, and a formation that had never appeared in the world began to swing quietly without knowing it.
The strength of the All Saints Gate is extraordinary.
Even if the masters in the Halloween picture can only reach the realm of Immortal Immortality, they are not something ordinary people can look down upon.
Under the transformation of the formation, the strength of the masters in the formation was rising rapidly. The Blazing Sun Formation echoed the Halloween Picture Formation, as if the whole world was providing this undefeated legion.
strength.
The nine heavenly soldiers were not idle either.
The Netherworld Tianju attacks with the power of one day. The most troublesome are the saints, the immortals are second, and the rest are countless masters of other realms, which have exceeded 60 million!
This is to eliminate the lowest level of monks, who must have at least a cultivation level of Jindan or above to be qualified to come to the battlefield.
Today's Blazing Sun Heaven would not even be able to gather one million people if we exclude the monks below the Golden Core realm.
Almost all of these people went to the front line, were further integrated by the heavenly soldiers masters from the Nine Heavens, and began to participate in the formation.
The masters of the Nine Heavens, each performing their own duties, doubled the strength of the Blazing Sun cultivators in a short period of time.
Compared to the battle formation of Blazing Sun itself, the Halloween battle formation is obviously much more terrifying. After all, the two sides are at different levels and face different enemies.
Soldiers versus soldiers, versus generals?
As long as they use the formation to give full play to their own advantages, a team of thirty-six Tribulation Masters can even kill a Yihen Immortal Master.
This is a different formation direction, not the direction Lin Ruoyu is studying.
With people as the basis, small teams as the formation, and echoing the star map, everyone becomes a member of the star map. Countless small formations gather together to form the huge formation.
At the peak of the battle, everyone felt like they had been beaten to death. They felt that they had endless strength and the courage to compete with the sky. They had made a will to die in their hearts, but at this moment, they turned into the most indestructible courage.
The Great Sage Junsi nodded towards the Great Sage Qingrou.
The Great Sage Qingrou then took out the guzheng and played the music with his fingers, as if conveying a message.
In each team, there is a master who is good at music.
At this moment, they all sacrificed their magic weapons, and the music sounded in response, echoing each other, so that an impassioned war song sounded throughout the blazing sun.
The sound waves shook one after another, and enemies with lower cultivation levels could not help but explode and die.
To the enemy, it is a life-seeking demon, but to our own people, it is the most beautiful melody. On the battlefield, with the sky full of blood and the sea of blood, the monks in Blazing Sky feel unusually calm.
Even if you are a master in the Halloween painting, you will be injured if you are not careful when facing a large number of enemies.
Whenever this happens, experts who are good at healing will take action and nourish the opponent with their own soul light. This seems to be a real war.
The battle situation cannot be called one-sided, after all, the difference in numbers and strength is too big.
After all, the masters of the Halloween Pictures are just remnant souls, and most of them can only exert the power of the Immortal Immortal Realm, but a deadlock has been formed abruptly.
Very few formations are damaged because they cannot break through the defenses of the masters.
Even the saints of Nether Sky could not have expected such a scene. They originally thought that the entire Blazing Sun Sky would be destroyed in a devastating manner.
A ghost saint master couldn't hold back, glanced at one of the teams, and whispered: "Death!"
One word, with terrifying power, seemed to expand the holy realm, directly crushing all powers below the realm of saints. It was an unstoppable force.
The darkness seemed to swallow everything, but a master suddenly appeared in front of him. He asked with a smile: "Who do you think you are?"
At that moment, spring bloomed, and the terrifying power of death dissipated instantly.