This time, the Siren Horse Patriarch did not use magic to attack, but directly launched a close hand-to-hand combat.
The physical body of the Jindan Demon Cultivator is so powerful and absolutely terrifying.
Even a Golden Core cultivator would not dare to engage in physical close combat with a Golden Core-level demon cultivator. The demon cultivator's natural physical body is far superior to that of a human monk, and the power of a foundation-building monk is absolutely unable to compete with the Golden Core demon cultivator.
"boom"
The leader of the Siren Horse clan struck down with a palm, with a violent force of three to four hundred thousand kilograms, easily tearing apart a huge magic earth wall in front of it.
This wall of earth, released by three hundred foundation-building monks who jointly cast a spell, could not withstand its blow.
The Siren Horse Patriarch passed through the earth wall in an instant, his red eyes swept across the large formation of monks in front of him, and a monstrous murderous intent erupted from his fierce gaze.
"Damn"
"It is too strong and cannot be resisted."
"what to do?"
All the foundation-building monks had a trace of fear in their eyes.
It is certain that the Siren Horse Clan Leader is absolutely hopelessly strong. The strength gap between the foundation-building monks and the golden elixir-level demon cultivators is so far apart that it is difficult to shake him.
The most important thing is that with its rapid speed, even hundreds or thousands of foundation-building monks may not be able to surround it.
"The three-phase formation continued to use the Earth Prison Technique to trap it. The other large formations, the Flying Sword Formation, the Nine Palaces Formation, the Thunder Formation, and the Black Ice Formation, besieged it from the side. As long as it was delayed for two hours, it could not continue to hold
In this prosperous state, its strength will fall apart as time goes by."
Long Haotian yelled hurriedly, he could feel the signs that the Siren Horse Leader was about to go crazy.
Fortunately, there were many monks in each town, forming five large formations.
The monks in the Flying Sword Formation were in a hurry, and they fired out the seals in their hands one by one. The spiritual sword turned into three hundred streams of light, and the speed reached the extreme, forming a waterfall of flying swords, attacking the leader of the Sea Monster Horse.
Three hundred spiritual swords were like lightning, and the power they erupted was extremely terrifying.
But the Siren Horse Patriarch was faster. Before the flying sword attacked, it had already rushed into the nearest Nine Palace Formation with a flash.
The Nine Palaces Formation is a phantom formation, with countless transformed scenes instantly, confusing the enemies trapped in the town, making them frightened and disoriented. But this is too fragile for the Golden Core Demon Cultivator, and it has almost no effect on it.
The Nine Palace Formation was immediately broken. The leader of the Siren Horse clan swept over with a palm, and more than ten foundation-building monks were immediately killed.
"Go quickly, don't resist"
"Withdraw to other places and reorganize"
"Hold on, don't mess up"
The remaining monks immediately fled in panic.
Hundreds of foundation-building monks fled in all directions, and the Siren Horse Patriarch was unable to chase and kill them all. It killed more than a dozen foundation-building monks and then set its sights on several other large formations.
blow
The Siren Horse Patriarch disappeared from the spot and rushed into another formation.
boom
click
Sky thunder, black ice, and all kinds of powerful spells burst out in the formation.
Three hundred foundation-building monks joined forces to cast spells, which were terrifyingly powerful. Even the golden elixir demon cultivator could not come out of the formation unscathed. These terrifying spells hit it, and it was almost bruised.
Burnt, purple and black.
The Siren Horse Patriarch had no choice but to dodge the spell attacks in the formation, directly broke through the formation with his tyrannical body, rushed into the formation and massacred them, eventually causing the entire formation to collapse.
And when the foundation-building monks in the formation were running for their lives, it killed more than ten of them.
At this level of life and death, no one among the monks in the fairy towns dared to give up easily. The monks were all personal soldiers of the city lords of each fairy town. Under the leadership of each city lord, they would fight to the death.
Either massacre the Siren Horse Clan Leader, or abandon the ruins of the ancient Purple Sword Immortal Palace. The city lords are never willing to leave the Purple Sword Immortal Palace just like this.
Every time a large formation was broken, they immediately reorganized nearby.
Even with the speed of the Siren Horse Clan Leader, it is impossible to defeat five large formations of 300 foundation-building monks at the same time.
The three hundred sword rays of the flying sword array have been chasing behind the leader of the Siren Horse, chasing him crazily. With the strength of the Golden Core Siren Horse, it is impossible to block this terrifying flow of flying swords.
In just one hour, it forcibly broke through the various formations, defeated them over and over again, slaughtered no less than a hundred monks in the foundation building stage, and exploded into clouds of blood mist.
Brutal massacre, the smell of blood permeated the entire battlefield.
However, the Golden Core Siren Horse was obviously extremely exhausted from the killing.
It is not fighting against a few Foundation Establishment Stage monks, but against more than 1,500 Foundation Establishment Stage monks. Its injuries are already very serious, and it is gradually beginning to affect the performance of its strength. It is slow to react and move slowly, and it has been massacred continuously.
The speed also slowed down.
A powerful ice spell from the Xuan Ice Formation almost froze it and almost turned it into ice slag.
There was a mess everywhere and corpses floating everywhere.
This battle is of great importance, and everyone is very cautious and does not dare to be careless in the slightest.
Hundreds of sword lights from the flying sword array are still chasing it.
As long as it dares to stop, the crazy sword light will surround it and attack without any pause.
The leader of the Siren Horse was extremely tired and stopped for a moment to breathe. Suddenly, a series of spiritual swords were directly inserted into the leather armor of the Siren Horse, and they were stuck in it.
The leader of the Siren Horse clan was immediately in pain, roared angrily, and with one sweep, knocked away dozens of flying swords.
However, more flying swords continued to attack, attacking every wound on its body, expanding its injuries.
Even the monks at the Golden Core Stage were unable to parry under this intensive sword attack.
There are wounds all over the body of the Siren Horse Patriarch, and the two huge wounds on his back are even more horrifying.
It roared crazily and looked very lethargic.
"Everyone, please step up your attack. It is almost dying. Its strength cannot hold up even half a stick of incense. When the time is up, it will be beaten back to its original shape, its strength will collapse, and it will die."
Long Haotian was ecstatic.
All the monks were also surprised.
They finally saw the dawn of victory.
This golden elixir sea monster horse itself is extremely old, and its lifespan is approaching. It only relies on the physical sleep magic to briefly restore the strength of its golden elixir peak period, and it cannot last long at all.
The monks clearly discovered that its aura was rapidly declining.
Calculating the time, it only lasted for less than an hour. Its peak moment was about to pass, and its magic power would collapse at any time. By then, it would no longer be able to resist.
The monks couldn't help but step up their hands, pinching the sword formulas in their hands, and casting mysterious spells one by one.
The monks in five large formations.
The leader of the Siren Horse is still making its final struggle, trying to kill more foundation-building monks. It has no intention of escaping - that is meaningless. It has reached the last moment of its lifespan. Even if it escapes, when time is up,
, it is also a matter of death at the end of one’s life span.
"boom"
An overwhelming thunder from the thunder formation went down.
It finally fell down and was reduced to a pile of charred ashes.
Everything returned to silence, and the frantic fighting on the seabed finally calmed down.
The monks in each town cheered. They worked together to kill a Jindan level demon cultivator. Although they paid a huge price in casualties, they finally won.
"Finally killed it"
The monks in the Immortal Town looked extremely tired and immediately took the time to recover their mana at the bottom of the sea.
They saw the fallen golden elixir sea monster horse in the distance and felt lingering fear.
In order to kill this golden elixir sea monster horse clan leader, more than 1,500 to 600 foundation-building monks were used, and hundreds of foundation-building monks were killed, and many monks were injured. This is probably the worst situation in the Blood Sea War Zone in recent years.
The most brutal battle.
Outside the ruins of the ancient Purple Sword Immortal Palace, a faint glow shrouded the area.
Half a day later, the monks from each fairy town were recovering from their injuries and standing outside the ruins of the fairy palace, all showing signs of joy.
They paid a high price and finally annihilated the Siren Horse Tribe, and stood in front of this ancient Purple Sword Immortal Palace. This ancient palace, after thousands of years of changes, was full of unknowns.
The large gilt characters on the Immortal Palace plaque still reveal the splendor of a glorious moment thousands of years ago. The mysterious Taoist rhyme is filled with it, and rays of rays of light bloom.
Just from this plaque, you can see how extraordinary the Purple Sword Immortal Palace was back then.
"Go over and have a look"
Long Haotian ordered one of his subordinates.
The monk's face showed joy, and he immediately rushed towards the palace gate, trying to break through the ray of light. He heard a sound, the ray of light burst out, and he was directly ejected by the ray of light.
This ray of light didn't just block the gate, but covered most of the entire fairy palace.
"Hey, this is the palace protective mask? It's been thousands of years, how can it still be effective?"
"Could it be that there are still monks maintaining this fairy palace?"
"Impossible. Tens of thousands of years is too long. Even if it is the lifespan of a monk in the Nascent Soul stage, he would have died long ago. There is no way there is anyone inside."
Everyone was suddenly surprised.
"This light mask should rely on the power of the formation to absorb the spiritual energy of the earth. It is extremely rare that such a huge light mask can be maintained automatically."
Zhuge Tian showed a little surprise.
He was proficient in the art of formations and gently covered it with his hand, feeling the light shield.
Everyone cast their eyes on him. At this time, except for him, the formation master, there really was no one else they could count on.
"This mask is a little weird."
After a moment, Zhuge Tian withdrew his hand and frowned, as if he was thinking about something.
"How is it? Lord Zhuge, is there any way to open this barrier?"
Zhu Hua asked quickly.
Zhuge Tian shook his head lightly and said: "The aura contained in this palace-protecting light shield is the spiritual energy of the five elements. It seems very weak, but its defensive power is extremely strong. Its foundation goes deep into the ground, and I am afraid that even the golden elixir monks cannot force it.
Break in. The Nascent Soul cultivator may be able to forcefully tear open a hole and enter."
"Why don't we go in?"
"Don't we have any other options? Then what's the point of our hard work in defeating the Kraken Horse Tribe, and we sacrificed so many people in vain?"
Zhuge Tian's words made all the city lords immediately disappointed. The most proficient person in the room was Zhuge Tian. Even he was helpless. What should we do?
"It's easy to open... you just need to use the Five Elements Spiritual Energy to open it. However, one person cannot do it. Maybe five monks with different Five Elements Spiritual Roots can cooperate to open it."