Three hundred and fiftieth chapters Riding fiercely
Yuwen Zhouyuan was a little confused and didn't understand why Ma Yuehua had to pull him along instead of letting him return to Dongluo River City alone. However, he did not insist on going back alone.
Elder Yan is really responsible for sending people, and Ma Yuehua is Elder Yan’s beloved disciple. There will be no good results if you go against Ma Yuehua.
Yuwen Zhouyuan lagged behind, chatting with Ma Yuehua, and quickly understood the current situation.
The spiritual stones stored in Dongluohe City are no longer enough. It is very difficult to maintain the city defense formation. Spirit stones have to be transported from various major cultivating sects. However, they are intercepted by enemy monks from time to time on the way, and the supply of spiritual stones is intermittent.
, the city defense formation was only activated occasionally, and the pressure to defend the city was increasing.
The most dangerous time was when the enemy monks almost invaded the city.
Fortunately, the enemy monks needed to transport them long distances from the enemy and were also extremely short of spiritual stones. They were no better off than the monks in the Dongluo River realm. Their spiritual stone transportation routes were often ambushed by the Dongluo River monks.
For the spirit stone, the two sides competed fiercely.
The day before yesterday, three core real-life monks from big families led a team of more than 20 real-life monks, intending to secretly transport a batch of spiritual stones from Qianjin City, but the shipment has not yet arrived, and the Dongluo River Alliance is worried about something unexpected happening.
, sending their group of monks to the Dongluo River Mountains to assist in case of any accidents.
Yu Wen Zhouyuan gradually fell silent. He had been trapped in the desolate and bad land for more than a year. Dongluo River City had changed drastically. It no longer had the relatively relaxed atmosphere in the past, and there was a chilling atmosphere everywhere.
Most of the Zhenqi stage monks, Zhenyuan monks and real people from the nine major forces and various sects pressed forward and took turns taking turns. Even the core real-life monks from the nine major forces were no exception and were also sent to the front lines of the battlefield.
Ordinary monks have been sent to fight more times. A real monk randomly selected by Dongluohe City has been sent to perform tasks at least several times or as many as dozens of times. Yuwen Zhouyuan has only performed one task.
There are very few.
As long as you are outside Dongluohe City, you may encounter fierce battles between monks anytime and anywhere. It is not an exaggeration to say that there are ambushes everywhere and fighting is everywhere. Even ten miles outside Dongluohe City, you may encounter ambushes.
The monks in Dongluohe City always leave the city in groups, and they usually leave the city secretly to avoid being ambushed. Even real monks do not dare to walk alone outside the city easily.
After Yuwen Zhouyuan heard this, he felt a chill of fear and palpitations on his back.
He actually managed to control the cloud and mist sky tent by himself, and flew safely in the Dongluo River Mountains for several days, crossing a long battle line without encountering any enemy monks. This was considered to be quite a bit of luck.
The heroic man named Su led the Dongluohe monks and flew towards the Dongluohe Mountains with their swords.
Yuwen Zhouyuan gradually fell silent. He only listened to Ma Yuehua talk about some of the wars that had occurred in Dongluo River City in recent years, and gained some understanding of the situation. The casualties among monks from all walks of life were heavy, almost to the point of appalling.
When they arrived at the Dongluo River Grand Canyon, they suddenly saw several flying shadows flashing in front of them. They were five or six monks from Qianjin City.
The monks from Qianjin City were flying wildly on their spiritual birds. When they saw a small group of monks from the Dongluo River Realm appearing across the Dafeng Valley of the Dongluo River, they were immediately overjoyed.
Brothers and sisters, please help me quickly. I am Liang Qiqian from Qianjin City! Hurry, help me stop the pursuers from behind." Among the disciples from Qianjin City, the first one was a young man riding a fourth-order double-headed eagle. Monk, shouted excitedly at all the monks.
"It's Senior Brother Liang from Qianjin City, he's back!" Ma Yuehua exclaimed.
They, a group of monks, were here to pick up Liang Qiqian, a childlike disciple of Qianjin City, and escort a group of spiritual stones to Dongluohe City. However, Liang Qiqian and others seemed to have been attacked, and only five or six monks were left, and most of them were injured.
But before everyone's surprise could fully emerge, they immediately froze, because they immediately saw dozens of lights of magical weapons of various colors flashing from behind Liang Qiqian and others, chasing Liang Qiqian and several other Qianjin City monks. One look at their attire revealed that they were a group of enemy monks.
I don’t know how many fights I have had with these monks from the outside world of cultivating immortals. There are countless blood feuds. When enemies meet, if there is anything else to say, let’s talk about it after the fight.
"The enemy monks are here, prepare to fight! Kill them!" When the monks from Dongluohe saw that their monks were being hunted, they were furious and threw their magical weapons one after another, turning into various colors of light and rushing at an even more ferocious speed. He flew to the ground and collided violently with the light of the enemy monks.
Yuwen Zhouyuan hesitated for a moment, threw a low-level flying sword and joined the battle.
There were nearly a hundred magic weapons in the Dafeng Valley of the Dongluo River, where the earth and air were fighting in chaos, and the battle situation was extremely chaotic for a while.
Liang Qiqian and several other Qianjin City monks who were desperately trying to escape finally got a chance to breathe.
After taking a short rest, he turned back and killed the enemy monks.
From time to time, monks died and fell to the ground, but the other monks did not blink for a moment, their eyes were full of blood and anger, and they continued to fight fiercely.
However, the situation began to tilt.
What chilled all the Dongluohe monks was that among the group of enemy monks, there was actually a burly man who was more than ten feet tall. He had a shiny bald head, thick black eyebrows, and several scars like centipedes on his rough face. With a bare chest and a gray cassock, this person most often uses two top-level magic weapons. His cultivation has reached the peak of a real person and he is unstoppable.
A golden "Yin Yang Life-Destroying Wheel" floated beside the giant man, spinning around, capable of attacking and defending. It blocked all the magic weapons attacking him several feet away, making it impossible to get close at all. body.
In addition, there is a several-foot-long dragon demon-conquering stick, dancing wildly in the sky, sweeping a large area with one stick. The protective aura of ordinary Zhenyuan monks can't block it at all, and it is broken in one blow. There is a powerful With its armor-piercing effect, and the fact that this staff is extremely heavy, no magical weapon can match it.
The giant man rushed at the front of the enemy monks to challenge the Dongluohe monks. Almost in the blink of an eye, the three Dongluohe monks who faced him were smashed away by the whistling French staff. Come on, all the low-level flying swords were smashed.
"One of the enemy's eighteen evil stars, with fierce chariots and cavalry!" All the Dongluohe monks immediately recognized the identity of this giant man, and all of them changed their minds.
In the bloody battles over the past year or so, although countless monks from the three major realms of cultivating immortals have fallen, a group of powerful True Essence monks have also emerged.
Among the enemy's True Essence monks, the most powerful one is undoubtedly the monk known as the Eighteen Evil Stars. Chaqi Li Meng is a well-known high-level True Essence monk among the Eighteen Evil Stars.
After more than a year, he was able to stand out among tens of thousands of Zhenyuan monks, which shows his domineering strength.
The number of Dongluohe monks who have died in the hands of Chaqi Limeng is now countless. This person can be regarded as one of the few top real-life monks among the enemy's real-life monks. He is extremely famous among the real-life monks in the three major realms of immortality. .
All the Dongluohe monks were shocked. The one who chased Liang Qiqian from Qianjin City was actually a fierce chariot and rider. No wonder Liang Qigan was defeated so miserably and had no choice but to run for his life.
When faced with such evil stars, few monks would dare to win easily.
"Senior Brother Su Dunwu, quickly block that chariot and ride Li Meng!"
"We can't let him disrupt our position, otherwise we won't be able to hold on!"
Si Shi, who was fighting among the Dongluohe monks, shouted urgently, hoping that the monk surnamed Su could come forward to turn the tide.
Among the dozens of Dongluo River monks, Su Dunwu came from a famous family in Shengyue City, one of the nine major forces. His cultivation level reached the ninth level of a real person, and he owned several good mid-to-high-level magic weapons. His strength in all aspects was outstanding. He is quite powerful and usually has a high prestige. He is the leader of the team on this rescue mission. Apart from counting on him, everyone has no way of expecting anyone else to be able to stop the fierce cavalry.
However, Su Dunwu felt extremely regretful at this moment, and his intestines were green with regret.
It was because Ma Yuehua would participate in this mission that he took the initiative to join and became the team leader. In addition, this mission was just to pick up people, so it was not too difficult, so he didn't take it too seriously.
If he had known that he would encounter an enemy's evil monk here, he would never have participated in this mission.
Su Dunwu is self-aware. Although he is somewhat famous in Shengyue City, he is far behind compared to his enemy, the Eighteen Evil Stars.
This gap is not a gap in cultivation, but a gap in the level of magical weapons, a gap in spell coaches, a gap in spiritual consciousness between strong and weak, and an indomitable and crazy fighting spirit. They are also real-life ninth-level monks, with great strength. But there is a world of difference.
Su Dunwu almost died of suffering. How could he compete with Chaqi Limeng, a famous Zhenyuan monk like Chaqi Limeng? The prestige that took ten years of hard work to accumulate was completely over.
Who in the Dongluo River realm still looks up to him?
Maybe the rider is not as powerful as the rumors say.
In full view of the monks from nearby Dongluo River, Su Dunwu rushed to the ground with a trace of luck, and threw out an earthy yellow copper tripod from the storage bag.
The small earth-yellow cauldron surged in the wind, and in a blink of an eye it transformed into a large cauldron the size of a stone house. The runes on the cauldron's body erupted with bursts of yellow light, and it slammed down on the rider's head.
"Stone Refining Cauldron!" Su Dunwu yelled angrily, Sword Power Casting 2, a mid-level earth magic weapon, has extremely strong defense, is also extremely heavy, and the pressure is enough to crush a person to death.
The chariot rider was about to kill fiercely. When he saw a Dongluohe monk attacking him in front of him, he didn't even look at it. He held the golden dragon-conquering stick in mid-air, roared out wildly, and struck at the giant brass cauldron. go.
Bang!
The two magic weapons collided, and golden and yellow light bloomed dazzlingly.
The giant cauldron shook violently, and the light on the runes suddenly dimmed sharply. Fine cracks burst out on the cauldron's body. These cracks grew larger and larger, and in the blink of an eye they were as thick as a finger.
With a final crash, the cauldron turned into countless magical fragments, shattering and scattering.
But the magic weapon of Panlong Demon Subduing Staff was unharmed at all, with no scratches on its skin!
Su Dunwu fell back in shock, his face turned purple from suppressing the pain. Although this cauldron was only a mid-level earth magic weapon, the earth magic weapons were all powerful defensive magic weapons. When they faced each other, the stone refining cauldron was broken into pieces.