After nearly half an hour, everyone saw a huge black shadow in the blazing fire, slowly pressing towards the front of the formation.
Zhang Cong has always been puzzled in his heart. The distance of more than ten miles, let alone Yuanying, is just a blink of an eye, even for foundation-building monks. Why did the Yan army delay for so long? When he saw the things coming over him, Zhang Cong's heart skipped a beat.
The child sank.
Hundreds of huge metal monsters, like walking houses, each three feet in size and with pointed roofs, are constantly firing crossbow arrows into the sky. Many lava bombs are shot up in the air before they hit the ground.
Fortunately, the red crow was very smart and flew very high, beyond the range of the arrow, but did not suffer any damage.
At this time, Luo Jinyi suddenly shouted: "Everyone, be careful, this is the secretariat of Yanzhou Qiaojiang Building, you can't fight hard."
Following Luo Jinyi's shout, all the monks lowered their bodies. Zhang Cong looked back. Luo Jinyi hurriedly ran to Zhang Cong and said: "Master, this organ pavilion is made of Luo silver mixed with orichalcum and iron mother. It is very hard."
It is incomparable, and it is not afraid of water or fire, does not need to be pulled by animals, uses spiritual stones as power, and is almost as fast as a carriage, but it has one weakness, it is not good at climbing mountains and crossing ravines."
As soon as Luo Jinyi finished speaking, Zhang Cong had already rushed out, and Qin Lan's ears heard Zhang Cong's message: "Except Yuanying, immediately let all the monks retreat to the city wall in exchange for Lu Wuying, let Yingsha and all the Netherworld
Soldiers come to the front line, leave two hundred Red Crow troops as support, and take action immediately."
Qin Lan shouted without hesitation: "Except for the Nascent Soul monks, the entire army went to the city wall to exchange for Shadow Killers and Netherworld Warriors, and the two hundred Fire Crow Army Holy Light Techniques were prepared."
Thousands of monks fled and lost their traces. In the blink of an eye, Lu Wuying appeared next to Qin Yu. A gloomy ghostly aura immediately made the air at the front become cold.
At this time, Zhang Cong had already slashed a shocking sword energy at the entrance of the valley a hundred meters away from the forward position.
A golden sword gang hundreds of meters long and more than ten meters wide directly cut through the night sky, splitting the hard ground into a huge ravine about ten meters wide and several meters deep. Not only was it hundreds of meters away
The Yanzhou monks in the Guan Pavilion were shocked, and even the Linzhou monks who were standing on the city wall watching the battle were silent.
Such an attack is no longer something that a Nascent Soul cultivator can achieve. There has never been an Immortal Transformation God in the North. Perhaps such an attack can rival that of a Transformation God.
Zhang Cong stood alone in front of the formation, wearing white clothes. Under the light of the fire, he looked like a banished immortal. Behind him, Qin Wudi, Qin Lan, Luo Jinyi, and Xiao Bandang stood on the battlefield as straight as javelins, with blazing eyes.
Staring at the iron stream getting closer and closer, there was no fear on his face.
Qin Yu and Lu Wuying had long since disappeared into the darkness.
Hundreds of agencies and pavilions did not stop because of Zhang Cong's shocking sword. They were already moving forward unhurriedly. The red crows circling above their heads had been called back and flew back to the city wall. Seeing the agency pavilion,
Still a stone's throw away from Zhang Cong, Zhang Cong's Taoist sword suddenly shook, sweeping out a sword beam.
A golden bolt that was six feet wide directly hit a row of machine pavilions a hundred meters away. A dozen huge iron houses were lifted up to a height of more than ten meters, and the entire house was swept into two sections.
Hundreds of silver-armored monks screamed and were thrown into the night sky, raining blood all over the sky.
The five golden-armored monks escaped from the golden light and charged directly towards Zhang Cong. Before Zhang Cong could raise his sword, a black light flashed, and a golden-armored Nascent Soul was pierced with a hole in his stomach. A golden light emerged from the hole.
The dead body popped out of the middle and fell to the ground with a plop, and the Nascent Soul was shattered by a sword.
The remaining four were so frightened that they were about to defend themselves when a puff of black smoke enveloped the four of them, and there was a constant banging sound. When the darkness dissipated, the four golden-armored Nascent Souls had turned into mummies, wrapped in four
The shadow of the black smoke suddenly shone brightly, there were several loud bangs, and four two-foot-tall red-skinned ghost kings appeared in front of the formation.
The huge body is covered with red scales, eight thick tentacles float around the waist like a skirt, the lantern-like single eye shines red, and there is a thick single horn on the bald head. What's even more scary is,
The Ghost King actually rides a six-legged Xie ox on his crotch.
Purple light flashed, and Qin Yu, who was laughing, appeared next to Zhang Cong. Zhang Cong pointed at the ghost king and asked: "This has become the ghost king in the late Yuanying stage. Can you still control it? You don't have to wait for me.
If you need to upgrade the golden elixir, just upgrade it. My situation is different from yours."
Qin Yu stared at Zhang Cong's palace for a few times, curled his lips and said: "I know, but I don't even understand what you want to do? A country farmer is quite a savior, isn't he?"
While the two were talking, four huge ghost kings roared to drive the oxen, and they crashed directly into the machine pavilion on the opposite side. They saw countless golden lights suddenly flashing in the first row of the machine pavilion, and hundreds of golden spears carrying whistles.
He ran directly towards the Ghost King and shot him.
What was shocking was that the golden gun shot by the powerful machine actually passed through the ghost king's body, just like passing through a shadow. The ghost king's speed did not slow down, and the long horns of the ox were blown away directly.
Four machine pavilions.
At this time, almost all the agencies had escaping lights. Countless escaping lights were directly approaching Zhang Cong and Qin Yu. Only then did Zhang Cong and Qin Yu understand that the monks in the agency pavilion were more like a legion, with golden
Those in armor are all Nascent Souls, while those in silver armor are all Golden Elixir and Foundation-Building monks. There are more than 10,000 Yanzhou monks who escaped, and there are more than 100 Nascent Souls in golden armor. Zhang Congdu
I'm a little confused. Are all the Nascent Souls in Yanzhou a stinker on the street? How can I catch a lot of them?
The four ghost kings continued to fight against each other regardless of the situation. Qin Yu shook his head helplessly: "This thing is so stupid, isn't it? There's no one inside, so what are you doing with that broken house? It's really not as useful as a servant of God.
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As he spoke, thirty-six streaks of black smoke had already wrapped around the Yanzhou monks who were coming over, and at this time, countless swords and swords flashed in the Yanzhou camp.
A thousand Nether warriors, plus the Yin soldiers they brought with them, were quite a lot regardless of their combat power. Plus fifty ruthless shadow killers and Lu Wuying, who was looking for Nascent Soul to do evil.
The offensive of the Yanzhou monks was disrupted.
At this time, they heard several roars coming from the position behind them. Qin Wudi and other Nascent Soul monks also used their own methods and went straight to the rear of the Yanzhou Army to cover up and kill them.
The fastest one turned out to be Qin Lan. He saw a flash of golden light, an afterimage of a phoenix, bringing a rain of fire directly to the rear of the Yanzhou Army, and a dazzling white light suddenly exploded in the air.
Even Zhang Cong felt a strange sense of relief and excitement, but the Yanzhou cultivator was stunned and his movements slowed down a lot.
Qin Wudi used the Xuanshui technique for the first time. He waved the horned dragon staff in his hand, and a black water dragon that was twenty feet long roared out. Wherever it passed, every Yanzhou monk turned into ice.
Luo Jinyi swung his long halberd, and a dark cloud immediately covered the Yan army's capital. Countless short halberds shining with silver light shot down like rain, instantly nailing a group of monks to death.
Even Xiao Bandang used the floating dust to create countless thorns and skewered dozens of Yanzhou monks.
At this moment, eight rays of golden light suddenly appeared in the largest car in the last row. Eight feather-crested monks, with golden lotuses on their feet, floated in the air. They all looked at the chaotic scene in front of them with smiles on their faces.
, but he was not moved at all by the tragic situation of the monks in Yanzhou.
An old man with a silver beard said loudly: "Fellow Taoists in Linzhou, there is no need to do useless work anymore. The monks of our Eight Kings Hall cannot be killed cleanly. Instead of dying after running out of spiritual energy, it is better to put down our weapons now. I, the Eight Kings
I sincerely make friends with the heroes of the world."
Zhang Cong looked at the eight late-stage Nascent Soul monks and suddenly had an unpleasant feeling. With this thought, the man turned into a ray of light and escaped. The Taoist Sword in his hand lit up thousands of rays of light and turned into a
The galaxy dozens of feet long directly entangled the eight Nascent Soul Taoist priests.
At this time, Zhang Cong's sword skills were completely incomparable to those before. The attack power had increased at least several times. When Zhang Cong pounced on it, he discovered the difference in the Eight Kings Palace.
The white clothes of the eight feather-crested monks were actually embroidered with different hexagrams.
The white robes are embroidered with Bagua pictures with gold thread. Each person has a hexagram, which corresponds to the thunder and lightning of heaven and earth, mountains, rivers, wind and fire. It is estimated that the Eight Kings Palace may be named after Bagua.
At this time, the galaxy formed by thousands of sword lights has completely enclosed the eight kings in the Milky Way. The dazzling stars have suppressed the spiritual power of the eight feather crown monks in a chaotic space of less than three feet.
Given the current combat power, if a monk with perfect golden elixirs would explode and die, even a Nascent Soul would have a hard time escaping.
But what Zhang Cong didn't expect was that the master of the Eight Kings Palace was completely different from the Yuanying monks in the Luoyin Mine. Facing the overwhelming pressure of the galaxy, the eight of them did not change their expressions, and with a movement of their bodies, they directly surrounded Zhang Cong.
In the middle, the eight people's bodies were full of light, and they actually formed a large formation of a flood hole. Eight colorful lights gathered together and directly broke through the galaxy.
Zhang Cong's face darkened, and the blade of the Taoist sword turned. Countless figures suddenly appeared in the Hongdong formation. The dazzling light in the sky merged into thousands of cold plums that fell lightly, and nine golden dragons also roared out, carrying electricity.
Mang crashed into eight palace masters.
This round of compound attacks of sword light and thunderstorm immediately caused the eight palace masters to scramble. They never expected that the Hongdong Bagua Formation, which was both offensive and defensive, would actually be surrounded by a bomb. Not only was it superb in sword skills, it also had thunder attributes.
attack.
In the blink of an eye, the double attack was in front of them. The eight monks immediately formed seals with their hands. The Bagua on their bodies flashed, and a huge yin-yang fish suddenly appeared in the void. It rotated and sucked in the sword light and the golden dragon. Zhang Cong
I felt that the space around me was distorted, and my whole body was sucked into a strange space by the Yin-Yang Fish.
Nothingness, this is how Zhang Cong directly feels about this illusory realm. Although he is deeply trapped in the illusory formation, Zhang Cong doesn't really care. There shouldn't be many illusory formations in the world that are more powerful than the Dao Realm. Zhang Cong wants to see it.
What is so strange about the Hongdong Formation in the Eight Kings Hall?
