"Yes, and there are more than one." Yuwen Zhouyuan touched his forehead with his hand, as if he had grasped something. The monks of the Cultivation Alliance were easy to identify. Even though they wore different clothes, they all had uniform markings on them.
The battlefield is about a thousand miles away from here. It is neither far nor close. With Yuwen Zhouyuan's spiritual consciousness, there is no problem in covering them all.
He didn't pay attention to the battle between those little shrimps. He focused all his attention on the immortal cultivators above the True Lord stage. There were more than ten people on both sides. They were catching and killing each other. All he saw was auras of light and explosions.
Ears, of course, this is also because Yu Wenzhou's spiritual consciousness is strong enough, but Murong Xingyun can't see or hear anything.
However, this woman was not in a hurry. There was no point in panic. Since she had decided to leave the dangerous sea area, she would confidently and boldly leave her life in Yuwen Zhouyuan's hands during the migration.
Yuwen Zhouyuan paid attention to the battle situation and saw that most of the battles between the True Lord Stage monks were stalemate, and the most fierce one among them was the two late stage monks.
On the human side, there is a Taoist priest with an ugly appearance, but his magic power is not weak. He drives a fiery red pine-patterned ancient sword to the point of perfection. One moment, it turns into a dragon, and the next moment, the shadow of the sword blocks half of the sky.
The momentum was extremely loud.
Opposing the ugly Taoist priest was an ordinary old man, even a little hunched over, giving the impression that he could be knocked down by a gust of wind.
His height is not comparable to that of ordinary people, and he is more than a head shorter. He seems to have no strength at all, but the weapons he uses are extremely heavy.
A pair of one-legged bronze figures flew up and down, driven by the old man as dexterously as embroidery needles, and fought fiercely with the Buddhist Zen staff.
A little further away, there are two similar-looking human monks, who seem to be a pair of twin brothers, driving two giant shuttles, one yin and one yang. Opposing them is a Kraken couple. In the hands of the couple,
Each holds a Hunyuan gourd, and strange winds fly out from it.
The two sides had a great time fighting!
As the saying goes, brothers who are of the same mind can cut through metal, but since the two can become a spiritual couple, living and sleeping together, their minds are naturally connected. It is really not easy to say who is stronger and who is weaker.
In short, the two sides are also in a stalemate.
Nearby, a large mass of blood-red mist was surging, but what was facing him was even weirder. It turned out to be a black translucent liquid, with gusty winds and a stench coming out. It looked like something weird at first glance.
The art of magic.
Putting aside the strength of those little shrimps, the decisive battle between the masters of both sides was evenly matched, but the face of the ugly Taoist priest was extremely ugly: "Fellow Daoist Song, you Sea Monster Tribe really don't care about it, and even the envoys of our Cultivation Alliance...
Do you dare to make a sneak attack?"
The Taoist priest was shocked and angry in his heart. These sea monsters were too crazy. They, the monks of the Cultivation Alliance, had just arrived here for just a few days. Before they could establish a stable foothold, they were attacked by the Qiu Long clan's surprise troops and suffered heavy losses.
To the extreme.
Fortunately, there were several famous factions in the Yuntai Sea area on this white sand island who joined forces, so they were not defeated like a mountain. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
"Hey, things have come to this point. Why are fellow Taoists talking about these useless nonsense? Do you think our two tribes still have room for maneuver when the situation develops to this point? Since a war is bound to break out, it's better to start first.
To be strong..." When the old man said this, a bit of anger flashed in his eyes, which was also one of the strategies formulated by the Crazy Qiu Dragon King.
The horned dragon family is originally the most militant among the Siren Clan, not to mention that first their son died, and then a True Self-stage elder in the clan also disappeared inexplicably. Although he did not know whether he was alive or dead, it was expected that there was a possibility of misfortune.
The sex is bigger.
The Horned Dragon King was frightened and angry, almost going crazy with anger. The scruples he had had were thrown out of the window.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, blood debt can only be washed away with blood, so the Horned Dragon King did not know the other forces of the Siren Clan, so he acted alone. The first step was to occupy the Yuntai Sea area bordering him.
I heard that the Cultivation Alliance has sent people here, so I will treat them as the first wave of targets. As long as I kill the envoys of the Cultivation Alliance, the Yuntai Sea Area will be in my possession.
Although this place is barren, it is vast in area, and it will be a strategically important place in the conflict with the human race. From a strategic point of view, the Horned Dragon King was right, and the progress was very smooth.
Yuntai Sea Area is vast and has a large number of human monks. Unfortunately, most of them are casual cultivators and some inconspicuous sect families.
The strength is weak, and the cohesion is very low. To put it simply, it is like a piece of loose sand.
Of course, that's just a general situation. If all the monks can be gathered together and twisted into one like a rope, the power that bursts out will not be weak. After all, cannon fodder is not useless, and many ants can bite them.
Deadly.
And with so many sects and families, it is extremely difficult to unite them. Looking at the entire human race, only the Holy City can do this.
As one of the leaders of the Siren Clan, how could the Dragon King not understand the truth? So he took the initiative and directly attacked the Holy City envoys, preparing to capture the Yuntai Sea Area in the first wave.
The old man of the Siren Tribe was very confident at this time, and his attacks were extremely ferocious. The one-horned bronze man's aura was powerful, and the rumbling sound kept reaching his ears, as if every blow could make a hole in the mountain.
However, as the envoy of the Cultivation Alliance, the ugly Taoist priest was naturally not a fool. He also knew that the opponent was determined to win this battle, so he could not ignore it in the slightest.
Otherwise, once the Yuntai Sea Area falls into the hands of the enemy, even if he is able to escape with his life, the alliance leader will never let him go. At that time, life will really be worse than death.
There is just one question that has troubled me for a long time. Since the other party is determined to cut off people like me, why not just send more people?
At this moment, although the war is extremely fierce, their side is only slightly behind. This behavior of the Horned Dragon Clan is not in line with their usual style of behavior. Is there some weird conspiracy in this?
Thinking of this, the ugly Taoist priest couldn't help but want to give up, but thinking about the punishment of the Cultivation Alliance, he really couldn't make up his mind and was entangled!
But no matter what, the momentum of the ugly Taoist priest began to weaken, and the old man of the Siren Tribe began to gain the upper hand little by little, but winning was still not something that could be achieved in a moment.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's brows furrowed together. How long will this battle last?
But Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't dare to leave yet. Ling Zhou's target was too big, and any movement would attract the attention of both parties!
Yuwen Zhouyuan sighed, the only thing he could do now was to wait here.
Yuwen Zhouyuan never thought about taking action. Although he hoped that the human race would win, the Kraken clan, as the party that attacked them secretly, behaved a bit strangely.
Even Chou Taoist priests were aware of this, but how could Yuwen Zhouyuan not notice it at all.
After half a cup of tea, the battle was still stalemate, and a piece of demonic mist suddenly flew into the sky.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's pupils shrank slightly, and there was a bit of confusion in his eyes. Could it be a monster?
No way! Although the human race and the sea monster clan are in conflict, the monster clan will definitely wait for an opportunity to fish in troubled waters, but it is too early to join the battle group now.
Yuwen Zhouyuan was puzzled, and the human monks were even more frightened. Soon they discovered the true identity of those demonic fogs, which were actually killer whales emerging from the fog.
But they are not the ordinary ones in the sea, but real sea beasts, ranging from the true essence to the true master stage, but the strange thing is that those sea beasts in the true master stage still maintain the form of killer whales.
These are the captive thugs of the Horny Dragon Clan.
Yuwen Zhouyuan quickly came to a conclusion.
Just like human immortal cultivators can sign contracts with monsters, the Kraken clan also keeps many spirit beasts in captivity.
And this demonic fog covers a vast area, and there are tens of thousands of horned dragons in it. As a result, the situation of the human race is very unfavorable. Except for a few masters of the True Lord level, everyone has to face almost a few of them.
A sea beast of the same level as myself.
How can we fight this kind of battle? We will definitely lose!
As the overlord of the ocean, the horned dragon is extremely ferocious. The same goes for the sea beasts it keeps in captivity! However, this is not the most terrifying thing.
A powerful aura came out, and it was so terrifying that all creatures within a hundred miles radius trembled with fear.
Even the sea water is surging. Such pressure, such momentum! Could it be...
The monks were stunned and involuntarily stopped what they were doing, and a strange scene appeared.
One moment, there was a fierce conflict involving tens of thousands of people. The next moment, it was extremely cold. Even the furious sharks were all uniform, facing to the left, as if looking at something, and then their bodies were slightly arched, as if they were looking at something.
Welcome and salute.
The sea breeze blew by, and then a ball of blood appeared strangely in sight. The area was not outrageous, only about an acre, but it was dazzlingly red, as if blood was about to drip from it.
Then the blood-red clouds came to the sky above the battle group and circled. After a while, the red light subsided, revealing a pale monk.
Wearing splendid clothes and jade robes, his figure is much taller than that of ordinary monks. There is almost no trace of blood in his face or the skin on his palms.
"Cough cough cough..." The man covered his chest with his hands and coughed violently, giving the impression that he was very weak, like a frail and sickly rich man.
And that man looked indeed young, only twenty-five or six, with his hair tied with a golden crown, glowing with a light yellow color, and his hair was very dry, as if he lacked nutrition and had not eaten enough.
This man looked as if a gust of wind could easily knock him down. However, not only the low-level monks, but also the envoys of the Cultivation Alliance all changed their expressions.
"A scholar with tuberculosis! A scholar with tuberculosis from the Qiu Long Clan!"
"Impossible, he is an old monster from the real self, why did he attack in the first wave?"
All the monks were shocked, and shock and fear were quickly passed among each other.
However, when things have reached this point, there is no use in being depressed. No matter why the consumptive warriors came here, their situation can be said to be extremely worrying.