"Three." Without waiting any longer, he counted the last number coldly.
boom.
The crowd was sensational, and 80 million people moved, and they rushed into the camp behind Luo Tian. Wu Jian and others, whose faces were slightly relaxed, had a drastic change when they saw this scene.
Luo Tian, who was furious and ordered an attack, suddenly calmed down when he saw this. He stood proudly with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering, and his state of mind was all in my hands.
He felt crazy and proud in his heart that a promise that was simply insignificant to him would bring about tens of millions of people's turn against each other, and it would be unhappy.
Luo Tian understood very well that the power of a semi-divine mouthpiece, and after a war, if Su Bei was killed, he might have survived more than 100 million monks. Besides, it is not up to him to decide whether to lead these monks to the Yuanyang World at that time.
Tianxian, huh, there are many people in Yuanyang world. Although he is now at the Tianxian Realm, he is about to break through and reach the Golden Immortal Realm.
Luo Tian gritted his teeth secretly. If he had reached the realm of the Golden Immortal, he would not have to be sent to the Luotian world this time. The thinning of spiritual energy made him feel very uncomfortable.
Luo Tian smiled coldly and waved his hand and untied the rope on Luo Yi's body. Luo Yi was freed and immediately bowed and stood beside Luo Tian.
"Brother Tian, it's really a plan, I admire you." Luo Yiru said, but a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes.
Luo Tian smiled coldly and said, "Luo Yi, learn more in the future. Sometimes, means are the most important."
"Yes, yes, of course, of course." Luo Yi nodded and said.
However, he lowered his head, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. He said intimately: Humph, method, Luo Tian, you will soon see my method.
Eighty million monks were almost divided into two torrents, and from both sides of the place where Luo Tian stood, they poured into the original group of 100 million monks.
In an instant, less than tens of millions of monks were left in northern Jiangsu, including nearly five million monks in Qingcheng and the three palaces.
At first glance, the big reversal of strength was at an absolute disadvantage in northern Jiangsu. All of this was only half a quarter of an hour.
Lingbao and Wujian looked at each other, and Lingbao shouted the Buddha's name loudly. What Wujian thought was exactly what he thought.
"Amitabha, Lingbao has seen fellow Taoists of Wuyin Mountain." Lingbao took a step forward, looked at the three hundred Wuyin Mountain immortals, and bowed slightly and said.
"Oh, sleep with the spiritual treasure of the Buddhist temple, so you are here too." The first person, folding fan in his hand, fluttering in his white Confucian shirt, said with a smile.
Han Yin, a representative figure of the Confucian monk in Wuyin Mountain, was full of feather fan and scarf, and the images of great Confucians were fully displayed while talking and laughing. When these three hundred celestial immortals came, Han Yin spoke.
Han Yin said that the rest of Wuyin Mountain monks all covered their mouths and chuckled. Of course, they saw Lingbao as soon as they arrived, but they just asked it knowingly.
"Amitabha, Mr. Han, Master Kuzhu, Master Fang Zhi, are you really willing to do whatever you want to do to gain the world of Yuanying and help the evildoer?" Lingbao didn't go around and spoke bluntly.
"Haha, Master Lingbao is joking. How could I ignore justice by my Confucian scholar? I'm afraid your Master Lingbao is not right or wrong, and it's just that he has become justice in vain." Han Yin smiled faintly, folded the fan and said.
"Mr. Han, this is a bad word. The donor in Subei killed the blood demon, and Luotian world was spared from a disaster. I have great merits. I am confident that I can see clearly." Ling Bao said seriously.
"Amitabha Buddha, the spiritual treasure, is remembered by you and I, as both Buddhist disciples, and it is very difficult to cultivate the realm of Buddha. The sea of suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore. Turn back, turning back, the spiritual treasure."
However, it was an old monk wearing a cassock, with white beards and eyebrows, holding a string of red sandalwood Buddha beads in his hand, and a solemn treasure appearance. He shouted the Buddha's name and spoke.
"Master... I am a Buddha, merciful." Lingbao was stunned for a moment. He knew that nothing he said at this time was no longer important.
Lingbao walked slowly and retreated to Wujian's side, lowered his eyebrows and eyes, looking compassionate, but he was chanting the scriptures softly. The Buddha's light faintly sang the sound of Sanskrit.
Seeing this, Fang Zhi's face changed slightly and he thought to himself: What a spiritual treasure, his strength has improved greatly. I'm afraid he is about to break through to the eighth-level Buddha realm.
Lingbao emitted a light golden Buddha light all over his body. The Buddha light soared into the sky and spread out instantly, falling directly onto nearly tens of millions of monks on the spot, each of which was stained with a trace of Buddha light.
"Amitabha, fellow Taoists, let's fight." Lingbao suddenly opened his eyes, and a divine light appeared, and he said loudly.
At this moment, everyone felt a shock in their hearts, and the spiritual platform was clear. They, who were already a little afraid, suddenly felt that they had no fear or fear.
Seeing this, Fang Zhi took a step forward and nodded and said, "Judichi Amitabha Buddha, spiritual treasure, you will spend your fairy yuan to perform the Pudu Dafa to ensure that if you die, you can get the opportunity to be reincarnated. I admire you. If you die in my hands, you will definitely leave a trace of spiritual consciousness."
Surrounded by the Buddha's light, Su Bei instantly held a surprised look at Lingbao. Then he heard Fang Zhi's words and felt shocked. Lingbao was indeed worthy of being a Taoist monk and had already lost his life. This time, he used the Pudu Dafa, which would definitely consume a huge amount of money and his strength was greatly damaged.
Su Bei turned around, looked at Fang Zhi coldly, and said coldly: "Old monk, speak wildly."
"Kill." Luo Tian was impatient, and he shouted angrily.
"Who can tell the head of northern Jiangsu to come to see me, give me a pill of immortal pill, and join my Great Sun Dynasty to take up an important position." Luo Tian once again threw out a huge temptation.
Boom, countless monks moved.
The rear was endless, and there was no light flowing in the sky. The endless cultivators came again. They found out that there were actually strong immortals from Yuanyang World in front of them. As long as they helped him, they could get the opportunity to go to Yuanyang World. Without hesitation, everyone decided to join the camp to kill Subei.
When Su Bei saw Luo Tian’s order, he shouted lightly. He stepped on the air and the blade of Qiantian instantly rose to a hundred feet in length. With a dragon roar, Xiao Jinfeng’s body rushed out of Qiankun’s sleeve bag.
The black clothes in northern Jiangsu were floating, and his hair stood up like iron. He floated over Xiaojin's giant, stood with a knife in awe, murderous aura filled the scene.
"Qingcheng, fight." Wu Jian shouted.
"Sea God Palace, Battle." Gui Hai changed his usual laziness, waved his hand, released a pair of giant hammers, and shouted loudly.
"Tianxiang Palace, kill." A red light flashed in the eyes of the nine-tailed demon fox above Mo Xi's head, and she said angrily.
"Qinglan Palace, fight." Shen Qinglan's body shook and shouted in a delicate voice. A purple silk flew up, and suddenly the rays of light were shining with extraordinary momentum.
"War." Almost all the cultivators who remained in northern Jiangsu were casual cultivators. They shouted in unison, danced with swords and murderous aura.
"Xiao Jin, fight!!!" Su Bei said softly.
Ang, Xiao Jin raised his head and whispered a long roar, and swung his body a hundred feet away, and rushed towards Luo Tian’s camp. Seeing this, Luo Tian smiled coldly.
With his wave, he retreated into the crowd with the hundreds of celestial immortals of the Great Sun Dynasty and the three thousand first-level celestial immortals of the Luo family in Wuyin Mountain.
"Kill me, the gate of Yuanyang World is waiting to be opened for you." Luo Tian laughed loudly.
"kill."
"Frantic Slash." Su Bei shouted violently, and the powerful sound wave turned into a wave visible to the naked eye and stirred upwards, instantly knocking away dozens of monks.