"Damn Wu Man is so sinister and treacherous!" Changsun Lie gritted his teeth, his eyes opened and closed, and a terrifying luster radiated.

Qin Chu next to him also lost his elegant demeanor, seemed a little angry and said angrily: "Did you see it? This is the trouble that the kid caused!"

"Are you scared?" Changsun Lie was angry. When was it so bad that this guy could still say such words?

"This is not a question of whether to be afraid or not, but a question of the life and death of a camp in the empire!" Qin Chu scolded.

Changsun Lie is too lazy to care about it. In the face of a war, if these disputes occur again, it will definitely turmoil the morale of the army.

"No! Enemy... There are four kings on the enemy side!"

In the camp, a sharp-eyed cultivator also noticed it and exclaimed in a burst of voice.

A stone caused a thousand waves, and suddenly, the imperial cultivators who were ready to go and were suffocated to breathe and showed signs of riot.

This discovery was like a blow, which brought an extremely heavy blow to the morale of all the cultivators in Camp No. 7.

The four witch and barbarian kings were mobilized together, and this power was too terrifying, and there was almost no hope of winning!

The atmosphere in the camp suddenly seemed to be frozen and became extremely depressed. Every cultivator's face was unstable and his mood fluctuated.

"What are you afraid of? My Empire No. 7 Camp has been standing for thousands of years and has experienced countless storms and waves. What is more dangerous than before has happened!"

Changsun Lie shouted loudly, "The spiritual pattern masters in the Ordnance Department have prepared me for me, and if necessary, open the 'Eight-Polar Holy Formation'!"

Eight-pole holy formation!

As soon as this sentence was spoken, many older generation practitioners felt relieved.

Thousands of years ago, in order to fight against the Wuman clan, the founding emperor specially invited a spiritual pattern master who had stepped on the holy path from the ancient wilderness to come to the blood-killing battlefield and set up a defensive formation for each of the eight camps of the empire.

Each large formation is marked with the secret pattern of the holy path, and has the power to shock the world and cry ghosts.

Especially when encountering the most dangerous situation, the eight large arrays can echo each other and form an extremely large group of arrays!

However, since the power required to open this holy array is too huge, the empire will not be activated easily until the critical moment of crisis.

Obviously, the situation in front of us can be discussed as dangerous and severe, so Changsun Lie issued this order.

After learning about this, the originally tense and uneasy atmosphere in the camp also eased a lot, and the imperial cultivators returned to calm.

Only Qin Chu frowned and lowered his voice to transmit: "Our materials are only enough to persist until the next time we open the passage. If the Eight-Eight-October Holy Array is opened at this time, the remaining materials will probably be consumed within ten days!"

"If the materials are gone, the consequences will be more serious than me!"

"There is no other way. The troops are at the city, and there is only one battle! How can you care about the future?"

Changsun Lie took a deep breath, "Of course, it depends on the situation. I want to see if these witches dare to start this war!"

In the distance, a large army was approaching the border, and the densely packed Wuman powerful men were like a tide. When they arrived at a place thousands of feet away from the camp, they stopped.

They were full of murderous intent, and although they had never moved forward, the murderous intent that soared into the sky still changed the wind and clouds, and the atmosphere became extremely depressing, making people breathless.

In this solemn atmosphere, Changsun Lie laughed to the sky. His figure stepped into the void, majestic and arrogant, shouting: "Who do I think it is? It turns out that it is the four old miscellaneous people, King of Wei Ling, King of Qinghun, King of Ningyue, and King of Bi Cang! Why, are they all impatient to die?"

The sound was like thunder, and the rumbling rumbling surging all over the fields.

On the other side of the Wuman army, an old man stood up. He was like a shadow, covered with gray mist, as mysterious as a ghost.

"Changsun Lie, I am not here to scold you. I believe you already know our purpose. I hand over Lin Shier. I will turn around immediately and will not invade your Imperial Camp. Otherwise, don't blame me for erasing this place!"

The old man was the King of Wei Ling. His voice was cold and gloomy, floating between the sky and the earth, with a biting cold smell that made people feel uncomfortable.

He is a king, and even a king who is proficient in assassination! His reputation has been spread throughout the blood-killing battlefield a long time ago.

Lin Shier!

Sure enough, this large-scale war that was about to break out was just for Mr. Lin Shi Er!

In Camp No. 7, the imperial cultivators were completely aware of it, and at the same time they were secretly shocked. How long has Mr. Lin just arrived at the Blood-killing Battlefield? His influence was so great that the enemy would even kill him even if he started a war?

"Hahaha, you are so arrogant. I really think that by sending out the four kings, you can do whatever you want and force me to bow my head?"

Changsun Lie laughed, but his face was extremely cold, "I want someone? Dream! With me here, let alone you guys, even if you start a full-scale war, I will never frown!"

But when the King of Wei Ling was unmoved, he spoke slowly: "I admit that with the Eight-Speed ​​Holy Array, it is indeed difficult to sweep everything here now. However, as far as I know, there are not many materials left in you. If you open the Eight-Speed ​​Holy Array just because of a young man, you will be very unlikely to persevere until the next time you get supplies from the empire."

As soon as these words came out, many cultivators in Camp No. 7 changed their faces slightly.

Changsun Lie also narrowed his eyes, and then he realized that the enemy was prepared this time!

"It's not good, they have already figured out the situation here."

Qin Chu next to him had a gloomy face, his eyes flashed, and he said in a voice: "Didn't Lin Shier not be in the camp now? We might as well take a compromise strategy, tell them the truth, and lure them to deal with Lin Xun. In this way, we can provide us with a buffer time, and take advantage of this time, we can ask for more assistance from other camps!"

"Enough!" Changsun Lie was furious, "I can't do such dirty things like this!"

"You..." Qin Chu's face became ugly.

"If you are afraid, get out of here!"

Changsun Lie scolded him, and he became more and more disliked Qin Chu. If it weren't for the enemy's army's approaching, he would have wanted to beat someone up.

What kind of compromise is clearly to lead all the disaster to Lin Shier and others! Changsun Lie can't do such a shameless thing.

"Okay, okay, I'm here to see how you can solve the current dilemma!" Qin Chu almost felt crooked and spoke out in anger.

Changsun Lie snorted coldly and ignored him.

"Changsun Lie, what are you thinking about? If we really start this war, although there will be some damage, it will be enough to force you to open the Eight-Polar Holy Formation. By then, we can completely withdraw, but if you do not have enough supplies, I am afraid... the consequences will not be something you can afford."

The King of Wei Ling spoke again, looking like a stellar plan and a sure victory.

In Camp No. 7, a group of cultivators looked at each other, their expressions gloomy. This embarrassing situation of being unable to advance or retreat was completely beyond their expectations and they were a little at a loss.

"Don't think about it anymore. If you want to fight, fight. If you don't fight, get out of here!"

Changsun Lie scolded without hesitation.

"Hahaha, since that's the case, don't blame me for being polite, but to be honest, I didn't plan to be good when I came here this time!"

The King of Weird Spirit laughed, his momentum soared into the sky, but it was terrifying.

"I said it a long time ago, this is an excellent time to beat the dogs in the water. They lack supplies and dare not start a real large-scale war at all!"

A brilliant figure appeared, with a mysterious totem tattoo imprinted all over his body. He is the King of Green Soul and comes from the Muman lineage.

"It's useless to say more. Let's do it. I haven't seen the power of the Eight-Polar Holy Formation for a long time. This time, I want to see if this No. 7 camp can stop me!"

King Ningyue also appeared, his figure was like a mountain, and he felt an unshakable and majestic and forcing person.

"Save the time, I don't want to wait until the strong men from other camps in the empire come to rescue me. Taking this opportunity, I'm already satisfied if I can take Changsun Lie's head."

As the sea swelled up, a slender figure condensed, with green eyes and a solemn and majestic expression. It was the King of Bi Cang from the Shuiman lineage.

"kill!"

The Wuman army, who was ready to go, roared, shaking the clouds in all directions, and the terrifying murderous intent instantly enveloped the area.

In Camp No. 7, all the imperial cultivators looked solemn and were ready to fight.

The eyes of the spiritual pattern masters all looked at Changsun Lie. At this time, should they really open the Eight-Polar Holy Formation?

"Don't forget, the consequences are serious!" Even Qin Chu next to him couldn't help but speak.

Changsun Lie was silent in a rare manner.

But in the end, he gritted his teeth suddenly, and a resolute flashed out of his eyes: "If I can't even protect a young man from my empire today, it's better to hit him and die!"

The sound is sonorous and unquestionable.

"war!"

The imperial cultivators were also infected, and were passionate and bullied by the enemy to the front of their homes. Who can not be angry?

Their empires have never been afraid of war!

"Then let's fight!"

Changsun Lie waved his hand and was about to order to open the Eight-Polar Holy Formation, but at this moment, a figure suddenly rose into the air and came to Changsun Lie.

"I am willing to use the bow and arrow in my hand to help the general with one arm!"

The figure was Lin Xun, and he had returned to the camp at some point.

Seeing Lin Xun, all the empire cultivators were moved, while Qin Chu was stunned. He never expected that the young man did not hide at such a dangerous time, but instead showed up!

On the Wuman army, the four kings, including the Wei Ling King, all showed fierce murderous intent. Their target here was just for this kid!

At this moment, even Changsun Lie was slightly stunned.

"General, catch it!"

Lin Xun took out the Wudi Ling Bow and the Biluo Arrow and handed it to Changsun Lie.

Buzz!

The bow body built by the white bone skeleton of Wudi Lingbow seemed to feel the murderous aura in the field, and made a trembling sound of desire.

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PS: On the first day of the Lunar New Year, I wish you a happy new year. I will update tonight, so I don’t have to wait for the children’s shoes.
Chapter completed!