Yuwen Zhouyuan, Ma Yuehua, and the Yangzhengxuan Zhenyuan monks no longer stayed outside the dangerous Dongluohe City, and returned to Dongluohe City together with their swords.
When he arrived at Dongluohe City, Yuwen Zhouyuan was slightly startled. He saw that the city defense array had not been opened. The majestic Dongluohe City and the giant bluestones on the city walls had already shown signs of collapse and damage in many places. It seemed that
It was destroyed by magic.
Yuwen Zhouyuan had an unpleasant feeling in his heart. Although Ma Yuehua had told him many times about the cruelty of the battle in the world of immortality, what he saw before him still shocked him.
At the gate of the city, Yuwen Zhouyuan and dozens of Zhenyuan monks landed. After passing through the gate of the city, more than ten high-level Zhenyuan monks used spiritual eyes to inspect them closely to confirm that the identity tokens were without any disguise.
The monks who were out on a mission were able to enter Dongluohe City.
Walking in the city, the situation here made Yuwen Zhouyuan even more shocking.
In the city's streets and roadside taverns, attics, and houses, you can see Zhenqi monks and Zhenyuan monks gathering in small groups everywhere. They are more or less injured, their eyes are dull, or they are immersed in their own things.
There was an atmosphere of silent sadness permeating the city.
There was almost no sound in the city, and it was so dull that it was suffocating.
Only a few of them are monks from various immortal cultivation sects in the Dongluo River Realm, and more are monks from small families of casual cultivators in the entire Dongluo River Realm. Most of these are low-level monks who came to avoid the wars in the three major immortal cultivation realms.
Enter the city.
Upon seeing this, Yuwen Zhouyuan couldn't help but secretly sigh. These low-level Zhenqi stage monks who had taken refuge in Dongluo River City were undoubtedly the most miserable and helpless group of monks in the world of immortality.
Outside Dongluo River City, they have nowhere to hide and may be killed by enemy monks at any time and at any time.
It is simply wishful thinking to find a place where no one will disturb you and you can practice in peace. A place suitable for cultivation is a battleground for immortal cultivators. There is no use hiding in a place that is not suitable for cultivation.
For most ordinary monks, the only way to save their lives is to take refuge in Dongluohe City, the largest defensive stronghold in the Dongluohe immortal world.
However, in order to stay in Dongluo River City, they also had to pay a huge price.
These monks used the wealth they accumulated throughout their lives in exchange for a small place to stay in Dongluo River City. The monks who could buy a hut in the city were considered good.
Those low-level casual cultivators who had almost no property could only find an open space in the city to lie down. Such cultivators could be seen everywhere in the city.
That's not all, they also have to defend the city and be sent out to perform tasks. They have to use the military exploits earned through bloody battles in exchange for staying in the city safely for several months, otherwise they will not be able to stay in the city.
What makes all the low-level monks most desperate is that this protracted war in the world of immortality is still unknown for how long it will last, whether it is years or decades. The longer the fight lasts, the greater the possibility of their death!
After Yuwen Zhouyuan was touched for a short time, his mood returned to calm.
Compared with these low-level monks, his situation is not much better. Yuwen Zhouyuan escaped here through the space channel, and found a way to get into Lieyang Sect.
It can be said that he is also a cannon fodder-level figure in the Lieyang Sect. The fact that he can go to the Glacier Cold Valley to perform a mission speaks for itself!
The Ice and Cold Valley group almost killed him. Why didn't he sacrifice his own life in exchange for what he needed? Only in Dongluo River City could he have the things and information he needed to cultivate immortality. He couldn't stay there all the time.
They can't come out of places like desolate badlands where monsters and beasts are entrenched.
However, when he returns to Dongluo River City, he will inevitably participate in the war again, or be sent on a mission. Yuwen Zhouyuan has no time to pity those low-level Zhenqi and Zhenyuan stage monks.
Especially since he had just taught Su Dunwu a lesson outside the city, he believed that his master, Shengyue City, would definitely give him little shoes to wear later. Although he was not afraid, he had to be on guard!
"The enemy monks are coming to attack in large numbers, be on guard!" On the southwest city wall, a Zhenyuan monk who was on guard saw a dazzling "floating cloud" appearing in the distant sky and hurriedly shouted loudly and screamed.
"Quickly, activate the city defense formation, don't let them rush in."
"Hurry and inform all the ancestors that the monks from the enemy realm are coming to kill you again."
Almost instantly, the entire dull Dongluohe City suddenly became chaotic.
The monks from small families who were sitting cross-legged in the open space to practice cultivation, or sitting in restaurants or pavilions, jumped up one after another, rushed out, looked around in panic, and ran around. There were even a few cries mixed in, and a few timid whispers.
The monk was so frightened that he almost burst into tears.
Of course, there are also many powerful monks who are indifferent and dismissive of the enemy's news. They don't even bother to raise their eyelids. If the enemy monks come, just fight them. There is nothing to make a fuss about.
"No one is allowed to open the city defense formation without my order!" Shen Jiepeng from the Shen Family Palace, Dongfang Yunjie from the Lieyang Sect, and Dingtao Patriarch from Shengyue City walked out of the Dongluo River Palace.
Shen Jiepeng was the only master at the True Lord stage, so his majestic order spread throughout the city, waking up many panicked low-level monks.
"Why are you all panicking? Please calm down, listen to my orders, keep your own positions, and do not act without permission." Shen Jiepeng's deep eyes swept across the monks outside the hall, and no one dared to look at each other.
Afterwards, Shen Jiepeng ascended to the top of the city, and all the true masters and ancestors followed him one after another.
With the presence of all the true masters and ancestors, the monks immediately became more confident and found their backbone.
A group of monks on the eighth and ninth levels of the Zhenqi stage, armed with spiritual knives and spiritual spears, strode up to the top of the city and stood in tense formation.
Thousands of True Yuan Stage monks in the city threw their flying swords one after another and flew into the mid-air of the city.
Although the real monks are not like the Zhenqi and Zhenyuan monks, they still stand on the city wall and are ready to take action at any time.
Of course, Yu Wen Zhouyuan was no exception. Among the real monks of Dongluo River, his palms were slightly sweaty and he was inevitably a little nervous. Although he had experienced life and death several times, this was the first time he had experienced such a large-scale battle, so he was inevitably a little excited and nervous.
nervous.
Yuwen Zhouyuan looked around and saw that the sky above the entire Dongluo River City was also filled with darkness and a large area of true energy monks. They were so dense that they could not be counted. Thousands of magical weapons were released, which was dazzling.
The Xuanjin Sword, the Red Blood Sword, the Ghost Brawler, the Soul-stealing Ring, the Flying Fire Wheel, and quite a few other strange magical weapons. Yuwen Zhouyuan had never even seen them, let alone their names.
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The floating clouds that came from afar stopped more than ten miles outside Dongluo River City.
The two camps faced each other inside and outside the city.
The ancestors of Zhenjiepeng Zhenjun and Dingtao, Dongfang Yunjie and other Zhenshi ancestors from the Dongluo River Realm, as well as several ancestors such as Master Yunkai from the enemy realm and the enemy realm came to both camps.
of the middle dialogue.
I don't know what they were arguing angrily about. All the sounds were blocked by several ancestors with magic, and no monks outside could hear anything.
However, the enemy and several of the enemy's ancestors looked quite arrogant and said something, while Shen Jiepeng and other ancestors suddenly became furious and scolded them excitedly.
On the entire battlefield, the atmosphere was strange and increasingly tense.
The monks from both camps are patiently waiting for the results. From the size of the "floating clouds" flying darkly in the air from both camps, it can be clearly seen that the true monks and real monks from the enemy and the enemy's world are obviously going to
There are more than the Dongluo River boundary.
After more than half an hour, the ancestors of both sides obviously did not talk much about each other and did not reach any conclusion in the argument. Several ancestors from the Dongluo River Realm walked back with angry faces and stopped talking with Yun Kai.
human dialogue.
There is no doubt that this also means that this battle is inevitable.
"kill!"
Who knows who burst out with such a shocking roar, the Dongluohe monk flying with a sword in the sky above Dongluohe City rushed out.
The enemy and the enemy monks also began to rush out of the camp and came towards Dongluo River City.
Two huge torrents of magical weapons and flying swords gathered by tens of thousands of True Essence monks violently collided together.
"We are coming too!" someone among the real monks shouted, and then everyone flew out.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's mind was filled with excitement, and he followed the real monks and rushed forward.
On the Gobi Desert on the ground, an overwhelming crowd of Zhenqi stage monks and Zhenyuan monks from the enemy and the enemy rushed towards Dongluohe City, and started a bloody battle with the Zhenqi stage monks of the Dongluohe Realm who were guarding the city.
The true master ancestors of the two camps did not participate in the battle. Instead, they coldly observed the changes in the battle situation in their respective camps, issued orders to adjust the monks' deployment, and adjusted the deployment as much as possible to gain an advantage.
After fighting fiercely for a day and night, the Dongluohe monks suffered the disadvantage of insufficient numbers and began to retreat, retreating back to the sky above Dongluohe City. There were even hundreds of Zhenyuan and Zhenren monks from the enemy realm who entered the city.
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"Open the city defense formation!" All the Dongluo River True Master ancestors saw that their monks were showing signs of defeat, and finally ordered the city defense to be activated. There were too few spiritual stones stored in the city, and the city defense formation would only be activated at critical times.
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Four thick light pillars soared into the sky from the four corners of Dongluohe City, followed by a continuous light curtain that slowly rose from the city wall, and then enveloped the entire Dongluohe City, completely protecting it.
The enemy's true essence and real monks who were rushing at the front saw the light curtain rising and hurriedly retreated to avoid being trapped in the city by the city defense formation.
If you can't get out of the city and are surrounded by the angry Dongluohe monks, it will definitely be a dead end.
The enemy monks were helpless against this powerful city defense formation.
They also lack enough spiritual stones to use their concentrated spells to attack the city. The difficulty of transporting spiritual stones from distant places is even more difficult than that of the Dongluohe monks.
The siege failed, and in the end they retreated sadly to their stronghold in Huangling.
The great battle finally subsided, leaving only some sporadic fighting outside the city.
After the war, there were a large number of seriously injured monks in Dongluohe City. Almost all the monks were busy treating the wounded. However, the means of treatment were limited. Various spiritual objects in the city were severely consumed, life-saving elixirs were extremely scarce, and the physical injuries were too severe.