Chapter 527, 528 Come on, heads-up! (John 2, the leader of the alliance)
Daliang faces the southeastern border and the outlet of Changqing River.
There are more than a dozen witch cultivators busy setting up a large trapped god formation. Witch cultivators are coming from afar one after another to set up defenses along the line for more than 20 miles. There are more than a hundred second-level witch cultivators on the ground under the deployment of the formation masters.
, arrange a group of battle formations, and cooperate with the formation to block the coming wild gods.
Suddenly a monk in charge of the lookout shouted: "Brother Anchao, to the east!"
Everyone hurriedly looked around and saw two men in Taoist robes flying out of the woods ten miles away. They looked leisurely and were flying towards this side unhurriedly.
"Everyone, be careful. The middle-aged Taoist priest is Zhu Xun, the golden elixir master of the An Dynasty. The other guy in the navy blue Taoist robe is Zhang Wenfeng, who should be cut into pieces with a thousand swords. Form a formation, quickly!"
As one of them transmitted the message, everyone became restless.
A person's name, the shadow of a tree.
Zhang Wenfeng is notorious among the Wu clan, and is a demonic and terrifying existence.
The "Black Blood Killing Order" issued by the Great Elder will last until death and will be effective for a long time.
The guy who tops the list has one head worth one hundred thousand spiritual energy stones, as well as a large number of rare treasures.
Almost everyone among the monks from various sects of the Wu clan has seen Zhang Wenfeng's portrait.
At this moment, when they saw the real person, their hearts were pounding and they exchanged glances. They had gathered more than twenty third-level witch cultivators. If Zhu Xun hadn't been there, they would have attacked them in groups. Who would care about the former water god who broke into the territory?
Empress.
Their fight with the former Water Goddess was, after all, an internal conflict of the same origin.
When faced with a powerful family feud, you can let go first.
Many monks from major sects knew the reason why the former Water Goddess came to the Witch Clan to cause trouble. It was because the higher-ups of the Witch Clan had offended the Water Goddess twice. However, the Water Goddess had been merciful and had never taken the initiative to deal with witches of the third level and below.
If Xiu takes action, they will not be expelled even if they approach Willow Branch River.
Zhu Xun looked at the formation over there, then looked at Zhang Guanzhu who was as if nothing had happened, and said with a smile: "Brother, you are much more popular than me in the Wu clan. They all look at you with such enthusiasm and envy.
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"Thanks to my old brother, I usually don't dare to travel far away. It's not easy to be able to visit my hometown again today."
Zhang Wenfeng picked up the conversation, and the two chatted all the way, becoming like brothers.
Zhu Xun stopped in the air about five miles away from the border. He could not easily break into the territory of the Great Liang Dynasty. The higher his cultivation level, the greater the constraints he was subject to. On the contrary, he could not be like Zhang Guanzhu, who could go to the Great Liang Dynasty and cross two thousand miles.
Pleasant and comfortable.
When he saw the Wu Clan putting up such a huge battle, he was secretly frightened. What on earth did Fellow Daoist Yang do that made people angry?
Didn't they agree to just wander around the edge of the Wu clan's territory, making noises in the east and west, to attract the attention of Mulihua?
"Ignore them. Master Zhu Tian cannot cross the line. Elder Zhou has ordered us to continue preparations."
A middle-aged man shouted. He had just received a summons from Elder Zhou, strictly ordering them to stop Yang Shuilan. The obstruction along the way was ineffective, and the Muzhi Mountain God could not notify him. I wonder if it was intentional or in retreat?
It is about the face of the Wu clan, and Yang Shuilan, who dares to go deep into the hinterland to cause trouble, must be given a profound lesson.
No matter how unwilling the others were, they had to obey the orders. They directed all kinds of fierce and hostile gazes at the enemies in the distance without mercy, leaving a few people on guard while others prepared to intercept Yang Shuilan.
"Brother, I really can't bear this. No matter how much hostility you have towards me, it doesn't matter. I'm used to it anyway. With this, I have made my brother suffer unjust hatred. I must seek justice and let them know some manners.
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Zhang Wenfeng had already heard the noise coming from far away.
He patted the black cloth bag on his waist and "chirped", a green light flew out, intertwined with a golden light and shot five miles away.
Zhu Xun laughed: "Brother, just let me go and let me see your swordsmanship."
The two formation masters shouted, "The shamanic wind follows the shape, block it!"
They saw the two flying swords fired, entangling a ten-foot-long sword energy in the air. The swords were stern and murderous, and the two flying swords were wandering erratically, making it impossible to see what was true and what was true. They sighed at the evil thief.
While the reputation is well-deserved, how can you dare to take it lightly?
More than a dozen witch cultivators, with their bodies shining brightly, formed a formation that echoed each other, and drew out their weapons to slash.
Under the control of the array master, the sword energy was swirling in the wind, and was evenly matched with the attacking silk sword energy. There was a dense "bang, bang, jingle" sound in the air, and the fine sword energy splashed, falling to the ground like raindrops or
Falling into the water, mud, dust, debris and ripples on the water surface are everywhere.
"My mastery of sword control and flawless swordsmanship is an eye-opener for me."
Zhu Xun watched the sword fight between the two sides and was full of praise, as he wanted to make his own more powerful. In addition, Zhang Guanzhu's swordsmanship was indeed superb, allowing him to do whatever he wanted, with clever changes, without any pyrotechnics or craftsmanship.
Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "Brother, thank you. My little skill can only deal with a few incompetent witch cultivators. I am not even ranked among the same level in our Da'an Dynasty. I am ashamed!"
He spoke with his mouth and controlled the sword with his mind. The sword energy was like a tide, attacking more than ten people in waves.
He did not deal with the second-level witch cultivators on the ground who were arrayed as if facing a formidable enemy.
He and Zhu Xun came to assist this time, not to kill many witch cultivators, but to rescue Yang Shuilan. He knew that Yang Shuilan went deep into the witch clan's territory and stirred up trouble in order to capture an ancient tree sprite for him.
I promised him his promise, and deliberately disgusted the higher-ups of the Wu clan.
There were more than a dozen people arranged in formations and ready to stand, but just Zhang Wenfeng was not worthy of all of them's defense.
"coming!"
someone shouted.
"Get ready, Sleepy God, hurry up!"
A formation master shouted.
The dozen or so witch cultivators danced and chanted incantations, and hundreds of people on the ground chanted in harmony. The earthy air rose, and the river trembled sharply.
Within ten miles, the trees quickly withered, the grass withered and turned yellow, and the air became turbid and strange.
Two figures on the horizon attacked each other fiercely, with water splashing into the sky and fire shining. The fight was very fierce. The other scattered third-level monks did not dare to get close to each other. They could only stay behind and extinguish the flames that fell to the ground.
Wildfire hazard.
"Yang Shuilan, you can't run away. I've laid a trap in front of you, waiting for you to jump!"
The flame runes on Zhou Zhi's forehead were fluttering. He suppressed his anger and pierced the shadows of flame spears with a fire spear in his hand. He was troubled by the crazy woman who wanted to die with him at any time. He didn't dare to use any decisive measures.
If the fight really ended in a lose-lose situation, he would suffer a big loss, and the current situation of the Wu clan did not allow it.
The reincarnated water god had no scruples in this regard, and his resentment towards him made him secretly frightened.
The crazy woman vented her anger on him for her plot against the two defenders.
He wanted to force Yang Chun to leave the river. In the Wu clan's territory, he had several methods of issuing orders that could limit the power of the wild gods. Yang Shuilan knew that there was an ambush at the end of the water, but she refused to leave the sky above the river.
I really thought that with Zhu Xun and Zhang Wenfeng's support, I could easily break out.
As long as Zhu Xun dares to take action, the hiding Mulihua will definitely appear.
Zhang Wenfeng wanted to rescue Yang Shuilan, but he was alone and weak. The number of monks on their side would only increase, and the number of monks would increase. He considered risking the loss and using a trick to kill the annoying Zhang Wenfeng.
Yang Shuilan dragged the miserable old tree with one hand. The flowers and leaves on the tree fell everywhere, and the roots were washed away by the water mist. A purple snail tower about ten feet in size hovered in front of her, and the river below
It can give her an inexhaustible source of spells, and she is waiting for the opportunity.
"A bunch of chickens and dogs are not worth mentioning!"
After dozens of miles of distance, the two of them fought each other, exchanging attacks within a matter of seconds.
Facing the waiting Shen Zhen Formation, Yang Shuilan did not choose to avoid its sharp edge and bypassed the river mouth. Zhang Guanzhu helped her contain half of the people in the air. She pushed the Purple Snail Tower with her right hand and shouted: "Go!"
The river water hung upside down in the air more than ten feet high, and the shadow of the tower suddenly expanded.
The water helped Tawei and smashed it towards the formation seven or eight miles ahead.
"Block!"
Zhou Zhi shouted angrily, and shot the fire spear in his hand at the desperate woman. A glistening flame shot through the air at an extremely fast speed, leaving a slightly distorted wave of anxious aura in the air, which was unstoppable.
He knew that the woman also had a rope-like magic weapon, which was suitable for entangling and elusive attacks, but she was weak in defense. He dared to rely on her so much. Taking advantage of the opportunity when Mulihua paid attention to the foreign enemy Zhu Xun, he had a good chance to keep the crazy woman.
With a flash of blue light, Yang Shuilan used another magic weapon she had newly refined, the Water Feather Sword.
The opportunity that Xiao Ni'er found from the underground cave was a great help to her. Otherwise, if she wanted to refine a water magic weapon that she wanted, just looking for high-level materials would have taken countless hours.
The wild cultivator who lost his heels is not easy to get along with.
The cold water mist turned into frost and snow, flying in patches.
With just one strike, a simple and rough blow, Zhou Zhi defused countless back-up spear attacks.
The cold air of frost and snow collided violently with the fire, causing an earth-shattering explosion. The curved river water below rose completely, forming a meandering water dragon that seemed to come alive. One end of the crystal clear water connected to the indomitable Purple Snail Tower.
Zhou Zhi reached out and made a move, and the fire spear returned to his hand.
There was a hint of helplessness on his face as if he had made a miscalculation. The girl took out two powerful magic weapons, which were more powerful than the ancestral fire spear in his hand. Who knew where they got them from?
The purple spiral tower is of extremely high quality, but Yang Shuilan still cannot fully utilize it.
A transparent ice rope suddenly appeared in the sky and greeted Zhou Zhi with a "whoop".
Zhou Zhi hurriedly stretched out his fire spear to block it, and the force collided with water and fire. He had to temporarily retreat a few feet, and there was an instant delay. He watched the giant snail tower in front of him, carrying a full river of water, and more than a dozen witches formed an formation.
The collision caused the whole sky to roll.
The second-level witch cultivators arrayed within a few miles of the ground were even more miserable, with many cultivators knocked unconscious.
The mango flower couldn't bear to show its figure in the air, and waved its sleeves in annoyance, and countless brilliant mountain flowers turned into a piece of pink and white, wrapping around the two flying swords controlled by Zhang Wenfeng.
Zhu Xun laughed and flicked his fingers, blasting two gaps in the mountain flower array several miles away.
When Zhang Wenfeng saw that he was ready, he stopped and called back the flying sword. He saw Yang Shuilan dragging a low old plum blossom tree upside down, using the magical power of water magic, following the snail tower and rushing out of the Wu clan's territory, with a heroic appearance and fluttering clothes.
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Another group that had formed a "Witch Wind Following" formation was also affected and was knocked out of formation. Everyone scattered and fled.
Fortunately among the misfortunes, the former Water Goddess they were ordered to stop had no intention of harming anyone.
Mulihua shouted: "Yang Chun, what are your intentions in colluding with Anchao monks?"
Yang Shuilan ignored the pretense of the Mountain Goddess opening her eyes and telling lies. It was too fake and she was too lazy to act with her.
She didn't intend to give up when she was good. It was rare to have a golden elixir master to help her hold the battle and contain Mulihua. She had to teach that boy Zhou Zhi a lesson today. She couldn't wait for Xiao Ni'er to advance next year.
He threw the plum blossom tree in his hand towards Zhang Wenfeng and said, "Please help me take care of it for a while."
Yang Shuilan turned around and waved to Zhou Zhi, who was chasing after him across the border, and said with a smile: "Let's have a one-on-one fight in the wild. We don't have to worry about destroying the roots of the Wu tribe. It doesn't matter whether we win or lose, just to see how unhappy you are."
Zhou Zhi gritted his teeth and said with a smile, "I'm sorry you're still above that river, so I can't help you."
Without the advantages of large numbers of people and the convenience of location, he actually didn't want to fight Yang Shuilan. Winning or losing was meaningless.
That woman has no scruples, he has to consider the overall situation.
If you act like a monkey in front of outsiders, you will lose your own face.
The two were five miles apart. Yang Shuilan held the shrunken Purple Snail Pagoda in her left hand and looked at each other for a moment. She quickly flew away from the river and said: "I don't even bother to take advantage of a junior. Come on, let's challenge! Mulihua
Don't interfere, I will beat that kid into a pig's head today so that even his ancestors won't recognize him."
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zhou Zhi couldn't bear it any longer and sneered as he flew to the southeast.
That woman pretended to be crazy and acted like an elder in front of him, but he didn't even bother to acknowledge her.
He likes to play dirty tricks to save trouble and fight wits rather than strength. If we really want to fight one on one, who will be afraid of whom?
As many as forty third-level witch cultivators gathered at the border and secretly sent messages to follow them. They were so large that they flew in a large group in the air, constantly adjusting their formation. When they flew twenty miles away and stopped,
Three head-to-tail response formations have been formed.
Zhang Wenfeng paid attention to the sneaky group of witch cultivators. He walked with Zhu Xun and used the power of wood energy to hold up the poor old tree. The little girl wearing a plum blossom dress on the trunk kept crying, not knowing it was pain.
She was still scared, but now she couldn't care less about comforting her.
He had to be on guard against something happening to those witch cultivators.
Zhu Xun has already sent a message saying that he cannot take action easily. That Muzhi Mountain God
Yang Shuilan shouted: "If you don't want to die, stay away."
The purple snail tower in her hand hit Zhou Zhi opposite, and a crystal blue water sword shaped like a feather appeared in her hand. She jumped forward and wanted to fight her opponent at close range.
Transparent shadows appeared in the sky, and as soon as they started to move, they went all out.
What I said before about whether I win or lose is empty talk.
Zhou Zhi threw the fire spear with his right hand, drawing a curved line of fire in the air, and shot it hard at the woman hiding behind the giant tower. A bronze mirror of red flames appeared in his hand, and he shined it in the direction of the spiral tower that he hit unscrupulously.
Flames spurted out.
Layers upon layers of red, orange, yellow, and white flames turned into a volcano, with pure blue inside.
The five-color volcano roared loudly, and the flames reached a size of more than ten feet.
Two behemoths collided violently in the air.
He was going to make the aggressive woman hiding behind the tower suffer a big loss.
He really doesn't want to use this method of suppressing the bottom of the box easily. Is it easy for him to cultivate these flames in the fire cave?