The two sides are like two torrents colliding together, attacking their vital points with each move, and the winner can be determined quickly. Hundreds of corpses are the majority. After destroying these hundred monk soldiers, there are still more than 200 corpses left. It is still a battle.
A formidable and terrifying army.
"Let those people go up, the matter is over, there is no other way." Wen Changyun sighed.
"I do my best to do my best and obey fate. I, Wangyue Cultivation Realm, have fought one against three for two hundred years. It is really not easy for me to persist until today. Alas---"
The two Chen Henian brothers also had dark expressions. These two hundred or so corpses were enough to break through the already weak front line of the Wangyue Immortal Realm. Even using the backhand, they could only delay it for a while. Once the army of monks on the ground was defeated,
Even if the warships in the sky win, the situation is already over.
With Nascent Soul monks like them here, the Taoism of Wangyue Cultivation World will never be interrupted. However, the new generation of monks will be hit so hard, which will definitely lead to a shortage of people in the future. When they are old bones, they will all die out.
Wangyue, who is the largest immortal cultivator in Qingyu Continent, will also cease to exist. It will even become a small cultivator force that is not as good as the stars, struggling in the wilderness.
"It's all over here. At worst, we can go look for Nanhuang afterwards, or the bad luck in the Xingxiu Immortal Realm won't really push us to a dead end." The fierce wind knife roared to Tian Nan with a ruthless look on his face.
A group of Nascent Soul monks have already made arrangements for the aftermath. At this time, the monks in the Wangyue Cultivation World are still making their final efforts for the war.
Thirty-two late-stage Jindan monks from the Ancient Sword Sect, Lingxiao Palace, Yuanxing Palace and other sects formed a formation and came chasing the wind and the moon, each holding an formation flag. Every four people formed a small team, and most of the monks
He is already old, over five hundred years old, and has no hope of having a baby. He has been studying formations together for more than ten years, just to bring some improvement to the world of Wangyue Cultivation at the critical moment. At this time, he saw the raging more than two hundred people below.
After refining the corpse, everyone had a look of determination on their faces.
If these two hundred or so corpses were not blocked, the fragile battle front of the Moon-Wangxue Cultivation Realm collapsed at the first touch!
"Array up!" The leader was the deputy sect leader of the Ancient Sword Sect, Yuan Ganglie.
The man roared loudly, and the formation flag in his hand suddenly enlarged and thrust into the void. The monks from other sects each released the formation flags in their hands, and the flags sounded loudly, and the wind and thunder rolled.
"Gather the wind and thunder from all directions to sweep away the demons! Kill fellow Taoist fellows and follow me to eliminate demons and defend the Tao!"
Yuan Gang's loud voice was like thunder, his whiskers flew, and a stream of extremely pure mana penetrated into the formation flags, and the formation flags were lined up.
A pillar of thunder fell from the sky.
"Wind and thunder from all directions shake the magic array!" Chichanzi and Huo Yuming from Lingxiao Palace, Feng Jinshan from Yuanxing Palace, and many monks from the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect shouted violently. A set of formation flags triggered wind and thunder from all directions, and the sky was clear and clear, and the sky suddenly disappeared.
The sun is blocked, the colors of the sky and the earth change, and thunderclouds press over the city.
The formation flag connected the heaven and the earth, and pillars of wind and thunder hit the group of corpses.
In the group of corpses, shrill howls sounded, and corpses were constantly being blown into ashes by the wind and thunder.
There are also a large number of refined corpses spitting out corpse pills to compete with the power of this large formation. However, the thunder method is naturally good at warding off evil spirits. This refined corpse is extremely embarrassed under the large formation.
The wind and thunder in all directions were so powerful that all the monks in the Moon-watching Immortal Realm were not happy. Every time a wind and thunder pillar fell, the rosiness on the faces of the thirty-two late Jindan monks who presided over the formation faded away.
After a series of wind and thunder pillars fell, these people's faces already had a faint look of death.
"Uncle Huo, Uncle Chi." Among the monks in the Lingxiao Palace, Zhu Ling, Leng Qiaoyu slashed the enemies in front of them with their swords, and looked at Chi Chanzi, Huo Yuming and others who were looking at Chi Chanzi, whose beard and hair were flying, and who was getting thinner.
They gradually retreated, each with tears in his eyes.
These Jindan monks were already the pillars of the palace when they were still in the Qi refining stage, but now they have to activate the formation at the cost of their lives.
Under the fierce attack of Zhan Yue Alliance, knowing that nothing can be done to defeat the enemy, how tragic and heroic.
Hey... On top of the corpse ship of the ghost corpse, the corpse energy reappeared, and the huge corpse vulture figures soared into the sky, covering up the moon. The whole area was covered with darkness, and the evil corpse pills smashed against the flags.
The monks of the Zhanyue Alliance burst into cheers, while the morale of the monks in the Moon-Wangxian Cultivation World also dropped to the bottom.
"The situation is over!" Seeing the more than two hundred demon birds that suddenly rushed out, even Wen Changyun and other Nascent Soul monks sat back slumped. Although each faction still had some back-ups, they were more invested than this.
The more than two hundred golden elixir-level corpse birds that arrived on the battlefield were already a drop in the bucket.
In the world of Wangyue Cultivation, the morale is low. Even the wind and thunder demon formation in all directions is crumbling under the attack of more than ten times the corpses and corpse birds. Thirty-two golden elixir late-stage monks with pure magic power can't see the vitality with the naked eye.
Visible speed is fading.
At this moment, there was a sound of sails flapping, and dozens of light beams hit the corpse vultures, causing the corpse vultures to scream loudly.
Only four intact flying warships and one flying kite warship were seen, riding the wind and breaking through the clouds. Headed by the first one, their huge hulls passed in front of the formation and lined up.
The beams of light shot out by the spirit cannon are truly dazzling.
Lu Xiaotian stood on the bow of the ship with his hands tied, his clothes flying, and his face cold. Perhaps Chen Heyu and others behind him were also desperate, so they didn't rush him anymore. Only when they arrived now did they realize that the war was already in such critical condition.
Lu Xiaotian stood quietly on the bow of the ship, looking down at the battlefield. When he saw the monks from various sects who were in charge of the wind and thunder demon formation in all directions, even though his heart was as calm as his, he couldn't help but feel moved. Even though there were various sects, there were many dirty monks in the past.
, there are many people who scheming and killing each other, but at this time, under this crisis, these older generation of Jindan monks are so sincere and united, and they die generously.
Sacrificing one's life to defend the Tao is nothing more than this.
There are more than two hundred corpse vultures, which looks like a lot, but five warships are spread out in a row, and fifty-two spiritual cannons can kill many of them in one salvo. If they are scattered corpses, they are not easy to deal with.
, after all, they were somewhat scattered, but these corpse vultures had just come out and had not yet spread out in the air. They were suddenly rushed over by Lu Xiaotian with five warships.
After one round of spiritual cannons was fired, the second round of spiritual cannons was quickly fired again. Even though there were many powerful ninth-level zombie monsters among these corpse vultures, in the rush, even if they were not killed directly by one shot, many of them were injured by the wings.
Damage, hovering in the air and falling, the pressure on the thirty-two monks in the formation suddenly doubled.
"It's our warship from Lingxiao Palace that has arrived." Many monks from Lingxiao Palace suddenly burst out in excitement when they saw the flag displayed on the warship.
The five warships all flew under the banner of Lingxiao Palace, although in the eyes of everyone, this was impossible, whether it was the sect of the Zhanyue Alliance or the most powerful ancient sword in the Moon Cultivation World.
The Qingdan Palace and the Qingdan Palace do not have such a lineup. Even the Qingdan Palace, which is unique in alchemy and famous for its wealth, has experienced several battle losses and has added more. Now it only has two flying warships and two