As soon as Xia Houjun finished speaking, Elder Zhu's expression changed and he immediately said: "Little sect master, you are asking me to hide in the back. I'm sorry that I can't do it."
Xia Houjun sighed softly and was not angry. He explained calmly: "Elder Zhu, your cultivation and your contribution to the sect are all visible to us. This junior has absolutely no intention of targeting you, Elder Zhu.
It’s just that Elder Zhu has just considered that you have just spent a lot of energy and it is not easy to fight again at this time, so I have given you the task of escorting the Golden Pill monk."
"When the Golden Core cultivator is safely sent back, Elder Zhu, if you recover well, come back and fight alongside us. If you don't recover well, don't be brave and come back. Stay in the Corpse Demon Religion to teach the younger generations."
The explanation, which was like last words, made everyone change their colors. They didn't know why Xiahou Jun, the dignified young master of the Corpse Demon Sect, was so pessimistic.
"Little Sect Master, you..." The elders stopped talking.
Xia Houjun waved his hand and said calmly: "Execute the order."
Afterwards, Xia Houjun began to use his spiritual consciousness to contact other flying battleship owners, sect elders, and acting sect leaders. This time, the Southern Demon sent out a large number of troops, almost all of them. If they failed to achieve their goals, how could Xia Houjun give up, and how could Xia Houyin?
Give up, how can the sect leaders and the leader give up?
Although the Southern Demon cultivators are murderous and cruel, in terms of speed, they are simply better than the army of the Fairy City Alliance.
The holy golden beetles surged under the wave of insect sea, and nearly half of the warships of the third echelon were lost. After being frozen and destroyed by the Lord Transformation God, many warships were quickly recovered by the demon cultivator army and gathered in front of the flying warship.
The losses of more than 40,000 flying warships are not small. Those that are not seriously damaged are immediately sent to the flying warships, and the warships are repaired by the weapon refiners. Those that are seriously damaged are abandoned on the spot or dismantled.
, build fortifications on site.
Everything is carried out in a tense and orderly atmosphere.
At this time, when the Jindan monks heard that they could finally leave the abyss, countless people cheered for joy, and many of them howled like ghosts and wolves, and were almost dragged down and beaten.
Only a few Jindan monks felt that something was not right.
If the swarm of holy golden beetles had not suddenly appeared and appeared in the form of an ambush, the Golden Core monks could have swept out another wave of low-level monsters, so that in the subsequent fighting, the Nascent Soul monks would be less likely to die.
However, the Holy Golden Scarab seemed to have planned it in advance, causing heavy losses to many Golden Elixir monks.
Moreover, this order came very suddenly, and the majestic rumbling voice from the flying battleship roared in the ears of the demon cultivators: Now, immediately, immediately...leave this place.
The situation is urgent!
But even if they knew that the situation was urgent, it didn't matter. They were just a group of small golden elixir monks who couldn't do anything at all. If they stayed, they would only cause trouble.
Under the urging of the majestic voices from the flying battleship, the demonic cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage quickly disappeared, and drove away with various magic weapons. At the same time, leaving, there was a figure filled with red flames and a dark figure.
At this time, the tide of monsters was less than 10,000 miles away from the army of the Flying Demonic City in the north. Countless monsters of different sizes trampled the ground, the earth rumbled and shook, and rolled up the crazy demonic energy. They rushed towards them in a mad and shocking way.
The huge tide of beasts spread out, stretching for hundreds of miles. In the demonic energy that was so strong that it made people crazy, there were flashes of blood-red red shadows. Those were the beast pupils of the monsters, filled with dazzling red light.
Want to bleed.
Ye Mo looked at this terrifying scene with great solemnity. He had never seen such a scene before. In the world of immortal cultivation in the East China Sea, most of them were foundation-building, golden elixir stage monks. Nascent Soul was the ancestor, the overlord of one party, how could it be so...
Many ancestors form an army.
Even in this life, the strange beasts of the abyss scared countless monsters out of the abyss, but it was not as terrifying as it is now, just like a weak and weak mortal facing a group of crazy wolves.
This is a hundred thousand and tenth level magical beast.
Apart from the battle between immortals and demons, where can one see such a huge number of Yuanying-level creatures gathering to fight? At this moment, even the ferocity of the demon cultivators in the south can't help but feel apprehensive.
The human race has always been inferior to the demon race, magical beasts, spiritual races and other talented races. Although the demonic army has a huge advantage in terms of numbers, so what, one hundred thousand crazy magical beasts may not necessarily be afraid of them.
Hundreds of thousands of people.
If they were demons, they might still be wary of them at this time. Unfortunately, these are demonic beasts. Just looking at the bloody gazes coming out of the demonic aura in the slanting smoke, you can tell that these demonic beasts have no sense at all.
The tribe would be afraid, but they would not.
"All warship controllers, immediately give up the tokens in their hands and give up control of the warships. The warship headquarters temporarily needs control of the warships. Repeat..."
A majestic voice suddenly came from dozens of flying warships, allowing all Nascent Soul Demonic Cultivators to hear it clearly.
Upon hearing such a request, many demon cultivators immediately frowned and felt very incomprehensible. After careful consideration, they did not immediately give up control of the warship.
Ye Mo just hesitated for a moment, then gently placed the warship control token in his hand on the ground, then stepped back and waited for the next step.
The reason why he chose to compromise was not because of anything else but because he didn't want to attract attention and be exposed. Of course, he also believed that it was impossible for these flying warships to send out so many warship fleets without some means to control these warships.
Sure enough, not long after, Ye Mo saw several demon cultivators being thrown out of the warship and smashed into gourds rolling on the ground, looking extremely embarrassed.
At this moment, a gap suddenly opened on the deck of the warship and the warship token was sucked in. Ye Mo took a casual glance and found that there seemed to be another world below the deck, and there was a very subtle sound of the puppet machine operating.
What he saw at a glance made Ye Mo think deeply. He didn't know what plans or back-ups the various sects of the Southern Demon had.
"Rumble..."
The sound of galloping hooves rumbled and vibrated, rolling forward, and countless warships that lost control fell to the ground, shaking in the violent vibrations.
Ye Mo's expression changed slightly, and he stared straight ahead. The wave of monsters was already less than five thousand miles away, and was about to arrive in a blink of an eye. What on earth were the senior leaders of the various sects doing? They actually released the control of the warships from the demon cultivators at this time.
Without the support of the warships, the demon cultivators would fight with the monsters, and they would surely suffer heavy casualties. It is not impossible that this army would even be lost here!
Secretly, Ye Mo has gathered all his magic power and is ready to break out and escape at any time.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
Suddenly, streaks of clear blue mana light shot out from dozens of warships (numbering hundreds of thousands in total). Each warship was connected to ten thousand warships, and the entire sky was suddenly covered by a blue skynet.
Shrouded and dazzling.
After connecting to the warship, the flying warship controlled the warship to fly up and shuttle through the sky. Finally, one by one landed on the ground.
The warships that landed on the ground suddenly turned sideways, and a clear and dense sound of machinery was heard. Then they saw that these warships changed one after another and connected together to form a steel city wall that stretched for tens of thousands of miles.
Behind the city wall, a small number of warships were scattered everywhere, blooming with misty brilliance, and the last part of the warships were flying in the air at all times and did not become part of the city wall.
Immediately afterwards, a shocking force surged out like wind and thunder, and a black and cold light suddenly penetrated the earth, causing the earth to shake slightly, but other than that, there was no other abnormality.
Although the small Shentong-class warships are small war weapons, they are still about two hundred feet long. When erected together, they form a two hundred-foot-high city wall.
The Feitian Battleship slowly pressed down, and the Feitian Battleship's hull acted as a formation protective shield for the numerous Nascent Soul cultivators below.
In an instant, the Southern Demon army, which was still "naked" and exposed in front of the wave of monsters, was blocked by the erected warships. The formation was in motion, and it was difficult for the monsters to attack. There were flying warships above their heads to protect them.
Attacking from above is also delusional.
This is the temporary battlefield fortress of the Southern Demon Army. It is indestructible, can be attacked, defended, advanced or retreated.
Of course, although there are formations to block it, the city wall formed by the warships does not fit well with the warships. There will always be loopholes, and monsters will rush in.
Furthermore, even if there are formation guards like the Immortal City and the Main Immortal City, so what, if you want to lose, you will lose sooner or later.
After all, the battlefield fortress is not a fairy city, but a temporary shelter that allows human monks to have a chance and time to breathe and rest.
Apparently none of the demon cultivators thought about avoiding danger by dodging. The role of the battlefield fortress is very simple. As long as it can slow down the offensive of the demonic beasts, it is enough. If the demonic cultivators cannot be dispersed at once, the demonic beasts will taste it.
Feeling like a siege.
Among the many demon cultivators, Ye Mo wore black gloves on his hands and a black cloak, and his consciousness crossed the warship to observe the situation outside.
"Brother-in-law."
A big hand patted Ye Mo's shoulder, and at the same time a sound of laughter came from his mind. Xia Houjun appeared beside Ye Mo with his head tilted, and said with a smile: "Why are you so dazed? Are you scared?"
Ye Mo glanced at Xia Houjun. After all, this kid was not stupid enough and knew not to shout.
"I'm afraid of death, but there's nothing to fear about killing monsters."
A flash of gray and gloomy blue flashed in his eyes, Ye Mo said calmly.
Seeing Ye Mo's weird performance, Xia Houjun couldn't help but be shocked: "Did my 'brother-in-law' really get anything good from the last experience? In just a few days, "True Grimoire" has already made some achievements, at least using it
It’s no longer a problem.”
"Hey, you sound very crazy. Aren't you afraid that the monster will not kill you, but you will be killed by the monster?"
Among the group of people who followed Xia Houjun, there were many demon cultivators at the peak of Nascent Soul. Their cultivation strength was extremely terrifying, and they were also the elders of the Green Demon Sect. They saw that their young sect leader Xia Houjun, who was their brother-in-law, suddenly became so close to a stranger.
, naturally I feel uncomfortable.
Everywhere, there are different circles. Xia Houjun and the group of people behind him are obviously in the same circle, while Ye Mo is a complete outsider.
Of course, the reason why they felt uncomfortable was because Ye Mo was not strong enough. How could such a person get close to Young Sect Master Xiahou? Did Xiahoujun want to cultivate another confidant?