The atmosphere in Sanyang City is getting more and more depressing. The Central-Earth Immortal Cultivation World has sent such a powerful lineup, but they have not been able to solve the matter in a short period of time. This shows that the matter may really be out of control.

A few days later, a Nascent Soul Elder of the Lingjian Sect flew to Sanyang City with disheveled hair.

This state makes everyone's heart sink to the bottom.

It was only half a day after the Nascent Soul Stage monk returned.

A piece of news quickly spread to the world of immortality.

"Central-Earth has formed an alliance with the northern monks, and the entire Central-Earth cultivating world has entered a state of war. The five major sects have the right to recruit all resources."

What’s even more frightening is that there are rumors that the powerful demon clan went to Middle-earth to discuss forming an alliance.

Just a few days later, Zhou Tong and the other monks on the front line received a message from the sect, asking them to cooperate unconditionally in the recruitment.

Zhou Tong withdrew from the patrol and was called into the temporarily formed foundation-building army.

After several days of training, after these foundation-building monks had mastered the combined attack formation, Zhou Tong's team of more than a dozen foundation-building monks took a warship to the north.

Zhou Tong's expression on the warship was extremely ugly.

"What kind of international joke are you kidding me? Invasion from another world, thanks to your grandma. Are you fucking kidding me? I traveled through the world of cultivating immortals. I want to become an immortal. Now you are telling me that I got the wrong script.

, this is not a world of cultivating immortals, this is a doomsday script."

How could Zhou Tong not be afraid? He had read too many stories, and those apocalyptic plots were so similar to today's.

It's just that one is the end of the technological civilization system, and now the protagonist of this story has been replaced by a cultivation civilization.

But who said that cultivation civilization cannot stage the end of the world?

With an anxious mood, Zhou Tong quickly took a few Dali Pills to improve his condition to the extreme.

As they gradually approached the battlefield, the faces of the monks on the warship changed wildly.

I saw that the ground ahead had already turned into pitch-black scorched earth, with huge craters dozens of feet deep everywhere, looking like the surface of the moon.

Zhou Tong swallowed. Such terrifying destructive power has not been able to stop the footsteps of life in another world. This must be the end of the world script.

I didn't bother to lament my miserable fate when I heard the sound of gathering.

All monks quickly assemble according to their respective teams.

"Ahead is the place where monsters from another world are entrenched. If we are defeated this time, all living things in this world will be wiped out. You must go all out for this battle and set off!"

After finishing speaking, a golden elixir-stage monk in front jumped off the flying boat with a solemn expression, and flew towards the depths of the battlefield with more than a hundred foundation-building stage monks.

The flying boats behind him slowly turned around. As war fortresses, these flying boats had more important tasks.

More than a hundred people quickly passed through the scorched earth below, and everyone's face was filled with nervousness.

Soon, they encountered creatures from another world.

They were a group of ugly-looking flying insects with long mouthparts and dense eyes that made people feel like their scalp was numb.

This kind of body structure that is different from the creatures in this world makes people instinctively feel scared.

"Kill!"

The Golden Core Stage monk shouted loudly and rushed towards the group of monsters.

The natal magic weapon was sacrificed and turned into dozens of streams of light scattered around.

"Sword array! Fire seals the sky!"

More than a dozen small flaming red swords were arranged in all directions. After a flash of light, a wave of hot mana spread from the sword.

The next moment, a rain of fire descended from the sky, and the rain of fire turned out to be small swords made of condensed spiritual energy.

When the Golden Core Stage monk took action, the morale of the Foundation Establishment Stage monks behind him was greatly shaken.

More than a hundred foundation-building monks spread out, divided into small teams, quickly formed a formation, rushed into the sea of ​​​​fire when it dissipated, and fought with the remaining monsters.

The golden elixir monk's powerful move just now killed some low-strength monsters in an instant.

Most of them still managed to carry it down, but they were all scarred.

The monks in the foundation building period cooperated with each other and relied on their numerical advantage to besiege these remaining monsters.

But the more he fought, the more frightened Zhou Tong became.

Each of these monsters has a power that far exceeds that of the same level of foundation building. A dozen people besieged two monsters, and the situation was still full of danger.

Zhou Tong kept wandering around, constantly using wind blade techniques. He had no magic weapon and could only rely on his own magic power.

The physical bodies of these monsters are extremely powerful, and even spells added with attributes can only leave some scars on their bodies.

Even so, in his team, he was the only one who could barely cause effective damage to monsters.

There are no true fools among those who have cultivated to the foundation-building stage.

The rest of the group immediately took action, changing their offensive formations, with Zhou Tong being the main attacker.

Zhou Tong didn’t dare to hide and tuck him in at this time.

In just a short moment of fighting, a hundred people surrounded more than thirty monsters, and there were casualties on the human side.

His teammates used their methods to create opportunities for Zhou Tong.

Seeing this, Zhou Tong quickly made a hand gesture, and a big sword slowly condensed above his head.

This move is called Giant Sword Technique. The origin of this technique is unknown. It is a bad street spell. It costs twenty-five pieces of low-grade spiritual stones and some sect contribution points.

As the mana gathered, the giant sword above the head rose by dozens of feet, and the mana fluctuated fiercely, making the Golden Core monk who had just killed a monster look askance.

"Grandma, you're disturbing me from cultivating immortality! Damn you! Die to me! Die to me!"

Zhou Tong had a ferocious expression on his face. He had cultivated himself so well that he had caused the doomsday for these beasts. He was extremely depressed and had nowhere to vent his anger.

Crazy activation of mana, the giant sword above your head makes a sound of breaking through the air, and it crashes straight into one of the most powerful monsters.

Seeing this, the other monks flew away and retreated.

Zhou Tong roared wildly, and pushed his right hand forward suddenly. The speed of the giant sword suddenly increased, splitting the monster into two in the blink of an eye. The giant sword did not lose its force, breaking through the ground instantly like cutting tofu.

"Explode!"

The giant sword of tens of feet collapsed instantly, and the scattered spiritual energy was like a sharp flying knife. Wherever it passed, it directly smashed some low-strength monsters into pieces.

After this blow, Zhou Tong's breath became a little sluggish, so he quickly took the elixir, flew back, and landed at the back of the formation.

With Zhou Tong's breathtaking strike, the pressure on his team was reduced drastically.

The brutal fighting lasted for an hour, when the last monster was strangled.

Everyone sat down on the ground, ignoring the filth all over the floor, and seized every moment to restore their mana.

Just encountering a small group of monsters plunged them into a bitter battle, with nearly ten casualties. If they encountered the enemy again at this time, their situation would be extremely dangerous.

The golden elixir stage monk took out the formation disk and quickly set up a defensive formation nearby.

When he came back, he came to Zhou Tong.

"Xuanling Sect monk?"

Zhou Tong stood up quickly after hearing this and said: "Junior Xuanling Sect Zhou Tong has met my senior!"

The golden elixir monk nodded: "Well done. You have a big attack in this battle. I will report you when I go back. Now I appoint you as your captain. After recovering your mana, you will go with fifty people."

Set up a defensive array fifty miles away."
Chapter completed!