This is the dojo opened by Zhang Jiao himself to protect his followers and leave them with a glimmer of hope as the last refuge.
No one understands the terrifying strength represented by the great sage Zhang Jiao better than Zhang Yan. Even though he opened the door, he still did not dare to act rashly.
Fortunately, Zhang Yan has a group of most suitable death squad members under his command.
"It's open, it's open! The copy of the Yellow Turban Underground Palace is open!"
"All excellent, equipped with an epic shield and a powerful sword and shield. Please set it up quickly."
"A strong fixed team will open up wasteland and wait for a strong milk!"
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For players in Yuan Shu's camp, everything in front of them is just the pre-opening task of the [Yellow Turban Underground Palace] copy.
Groups of players stepped into the formation, and saw the runes turning, disappearing in the next second, and then appearing in the underground palace.
"Hahaha, labor and management are coming in... Hey, what the hell is this place? Isn't it the underground palace? Why is it snowing?"
Ahem, when it comes to transmission, there will inevitably be some failure rate, so don’t worry about these details.
Players walked out of the formation map step by step, and this hidden map, which was originally only open to Taipingdao players, finally revealed its full picture.
This is a huge underground building with invisible edges. It is about two feet high. It is supported by the stone walls on all sides and countless stone pillars in the underground palace. There are some incomprehensible scriptures engraved everywhere, but this is empty.
In the realm, no one can be seen.
"careful!"
Before he finished speaking, the surrounding scriptures were floating like living creatures. They began to arrange and combine in the air, and finally turned into a majestic old man's face.
"Intruder! Die!"
The system prompts: "You have entered the [Yellow Turban Underground Palace]. Since you are not a Taiping Taoist, your power has been suppressed and all attributes have been reduced by 15%."
Not only that, but those runes suddenly turned into countless skeleton soldiers holding weapons, roaring silently at everyone, and charging towards the players like a rolling torrent!
"On top of the sword and shield! Two rows of polearms output! Three rows of archers output!"
The players were well prepared and quickly found their positions amidst the roar of the command. With a "duang" sound, the phalanx of players collided with the rune soldiers.
At this moment, it was like waves hitting rocks, turning into dots of mercury.
This [Yellow Turban Underground Palace] strategy battle has officially begun.
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The soldiers made by Rune Wen are extremely powerful. Every blow has the attack power of a third-rate general, and they are not afraid of death. Even if they are killed, they will be resurrected after a certain period of time and then charge forward viciously.
But with these few points alone, players can still withstand it.
The people participating in the land reclamation this time are all well-equipped fixed teams, proficient in tank switching, combined attack and other skills. They are even equipped with four or five commander characters and two or three auxiliary buff characters to put various halos and spells on the players.
No matter how fierce and powerful the waves of the rune soldiers are, they can't break the players' battle formation.
Up to now, although the players have had some luck, they have advanced the front line nearly fifty feet and are about to reach the foot of the statue of Huang Taiyi.
"Is this the method left behind by the great virtuous master? Nothing more than that."
Zhang Yan was walking alone behind the player's death squad, but the Dao sword in his hand had turned green. His sword skills were elegant and graceful. Before the rune soldiers could get close, they were already passed by the sword light and then shattered.
Turned into a pile of debris.
Zhang Yan's eyes were fixed on the statue of Zhonghuang Taiyi standing with his hands behind his back - from the moment he entered this space, he felt that this was the core hub of the entire underground palace formation.
Of course, it needs to be dismantled, but it requires skills.
Zhang Yan has always been a person who has practiced magic, and Huang Taiyi is a great god of the Taoist sect. If he destroys the statue by himself, he is afraid that he will be punished by God. Naturally, he cannot take part in this kind of cause and effect.
"Tear down that statue! These runic means will stop!"
Player cards, tools, and NPCs all say yes after using them!
Players don't care about natural punishment or not. Since Zhang Yan gave the reminder, why don't they understand that this stone sculpture is an important prop for clearing the level.
Dismantle it! It must be dismantled! If it is dismantled, there will be no more mobs!
Then I saw the players quickly rushed to the feet of the Taiyi God Statue and surrounded it. The sword and shield soldiers in the outer circle squatted with their shields to resist the fierce attack of the rune soldiers, while a few walked out of the inner circle.
The figure holding a giant hammer walked to the foot of the statue, swung the hammer vigorously, and swung it hard!
"Eighty! Eighty! Eighty!"
Suddenly, the golden light on the statue disappeared, and a bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket hit several sledgehammer players who were trying to demolish illegal buildings, electrocuting them to ashes on the spot.
At the same time, a Taoist wearing a Taoist robe and no more than six feet tall appeared out of thin air and stood at the feet of the Taiyi God.
"Blasphemy, you deserve to die!"
At the same time, Zhang Yan, who was behind the crowd, smiled and moved like the wind, but she stepped forward.
"Oh, senior brother, are you finally willing to show up? Then...please! You! Go! Die!"
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Wu Huan and Zhang Yan, one skilled in magic and the other skilled in martial arts, fought together without any unnecessary words.
Then they saw howling winds and shaking mountains. Both the players and the steady stream of rune soldiers were shaken to the point where they could not stand still.
"I'm here to pester Wu Huan and continue to tear down this statue!"
"How dare you, Shuzi! If this statue is overturned, even Yuan Yao won't be able to survive!"
Zhang Yan just smiled and didn't answer.
In fact, Zhang Yan doesn't care about Yuan Yao's life or death. It would be best if Yuan Yao dies at the hands of Taiping Dao here, then Yuan Shu will go completely crazy and help him wipe out the Taiping Dao forces in Yangzhou.
As long as the statue of the god collapses, this underground palace will no longer have such protective power.
This is a desperate plan.
"Taipingdao is already a remnant of the old era. It is garbage that should be run over by the wheels of history. Why do you insist on it?"
"Huang Tian is about to stand? Where is Huang Tian? Even the great sage master who knows all the magic is dead? Huang Tian's world? Where is it?"
"Brother, times have changed."
They are all liars.
Today, I, Chu Yan from Montenegro, will personally shatter your Huang Tian dreams!
Wu Huan gritted his teeth and tried to use magic to repel Zhang Yan's fierce attack, but Yan's movement was really agile. Although Wu Huan's magic was strong, it was really powerless against such an agile enemy.
"when!"
"when!"
Not far away, several strong men armed with blunt weapons came out of the player formation, and the weapons in their hands hit the statue of Huang Taiyi again and again.
But whenever Wu Huan wanted to use magic to kill the people below him, Zhang Yan's Dao sword would attack Wu Huan's vital points like maggots on his tarsus, forcing him to defend himself.
A long fine line has begun to crack on the statue.
"Fellow Taoist Ten Horns! Please help me protect the statue of God Taiyi!"