Chapter 98: Mountain of Corpses and River of Blood
Chapter 95: Mountain of Corpses and River of Blood "Bump, bump, bump..."
The strong sound of bells and the thumping of war drums continuously resounded in every corner of the battlefield along the Moonfang coastline.
The sounds were connected together, like rumbling thunder, and the sound shook the nine heavens.
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The sound of bells and drums, the roar of gold and thunder, and the fluttering of blood-red war flags exaggerated the atmosphere of murder between heaven and earth, and a dark black sky shrouded the battlefield.
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"
His ears were filled with shouts and sounds of fighting that he wanted to pour into his ears.
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"Hahaha, you fishermen in the sea of Hanshui Zhenling Sect, your father, I am here."
"Jie Jie! Suffer death, you will all become the dead souls under my sword, and everything will belong to me."
"Brothers from the Taiyi Immortal Sect, come to me and kill all the grandsons of the Hanshui Zhenling Sect. No one will be spared!"
"Brothers from the Hanshui Zhenling Sect, we are the children of the ocean and the descendants of the God of the Sea. These bastards in front of us have invaded the East China Sea and invaded our homeland. We must not let them go today."
"Men of Hanshui Zhenling Sect, kill all these beasts who want to usurp our interests.
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In the midst of the chaotic battlefield, Wu Tao immediately felt the bloody aura of blood flowing towards him.
"Kill, kill, kill..."
Without any words before the war, whether it was the Taiyi Immortal Sect, the Heavenly Magic Sect, or the Hanshui True Spirit Sect, the monks from the three parties always had one thought in their hearts, and that was: "Kill everyone in front of you and everything you can."
everything!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the sky above the azure vast East China Sea, thousands of rays of escaping light rose into the sky, rolling in like a big river from both sides of the border line.
With soaring murderous and fighting intent, hundreds of thousands of monks turned into a torrent of monks at this moment, colliding crazily and fighting together desperately.
The next moment, the sky above the border between the East China Sea and Qingzhou was completely occupied by monks from the Taiyi Immortal Sect, Tianmao Sect, and Hanshui True Spirit Sect.
"Kill, kill, kill..."
The sound of shouting, mixed with masses of murderous intent and fighting spirit, rose into the sky like a whirlwind.
Hundreds of thousands of monks, without any buffers, strategies or formations, directly and nakedly fought with each other and strangled each other in an extremely direct manner.
"Die to the uncle!"
"Bang!"
"You have to accept your fate, who dares to stop me, hahaha..."
"die!"
"Chichi!!!"
Scenes of extreme chaos and misery were repeated over and over again over the border between the East China Sea and Qingzhou.
Cries of death, screams, collisions, wild laughter... Many complex and chaotic sounds sounded one after another.
When he raised his head for a moment, what he saw was a line of figures fighting together.
There are countless rays of light, countless spiritual power fluctuations, blood flowers blooming, and blood light splashing everywhere, making it impossible for people to distinguish clearly.
In the sky, the corpses fell one after another like dumplings, falling continuously.
Among the corpses, the bright red blood that was still warm sputtered and scattered, as if there was a heavy red rain. It was also mixed with arms, thighs, bones, blood-stained intestines and other internal organs and body organs.
, countless blood clots and minced meat, the strong smell of blood is disgusting.
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And in this chaotic and extremely bloody battlefield.
Like a meat grinder, in the vortex of constant fighting and endless killing, there is a blood-stained figure, which is Wu Tao himself.
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As time goes by, more and more monks fall on the battlefield, and the bloody smell of killing on the battlefield becomes more and more intense.
The murderous blood gathered by hundreds of thousands of monks is enough to turn the entire sky into chaos.
No matter who it is, as long as they are in the center of the battlefield and are rushed by that terrifying aura, they will immediately lose their mind and fall into crazy killing.
Even a person like Wu Tao, who has an extremely firm mind and strong restraint, has now become red-eyed and turned into a tool that only knows how to kill with a knife.
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the other side.
No matter how chaotic the battlefield here is, how crazy the atmosphere is, Xu Sheng, who has practiced the Bingxin Concentration Technique and carries the Concentration Meditation Artifact, is always sane.
At this time, Xu Sheng had already discovered that something was wrong with Wu Tao, and hurriedly used the spell of pure heart and concentration to forcefully wake Wu Tao up.
Wu Tao, who was awake, couldn't help but feel a wave of fear in his heart. After saying thank you to Xu Sheng, he didn't care about anything else and hurriedly faced the attacking enemy.
Wu Tao holds a soul-stirring charm bell on his head and holds an ice-piercing horn bow in his hand while firing ice arrows continuously. From time to time, he takes out the Immortal-Slaying Demonic Blood Knife to slash at the enemy.
Wu Tao, who was conscious, began to think about his retreat.
While he was circling around, he and Xu Sheng stood back to back in tacit understanding, and slowly retreated towards the safer rear of the battlefield.
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With a knife, he split open the head of an enemy in the early stage of foundation building in front of him. Without enough time to wipe away the warm blood that splashed on his face, Wu Tao immediately started the next battle.
The sword energy swept across like a horse, galloping vertically and horizontally, directly cutting the nearest inner disciple of the Hanshui True Spirit Sect into two pieces. Almost at the same time, the sword was sheathed.
Immediately afterwards, Wu Tao picked up the ice-piercing horn bow again and opened the bow left and right. The bow string vibrated continuously, followed by a shrill wail, and two more cold corpses fell into the sea.
the other side.
Xu Sheng held the Star-Pointing Silk Sword in his hand, took a big step, and used the Star-Pointing Silk Sword to penetrate an enemy's head, splashing blood.
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This extremely cruel battlefield is frantically harvesting the lives of the monks, and these monks who died on the battlefield will not find peace after their death.
The corpses of the monks who lost their lives, except for some demonic monks who needed corpses to practice magic and had a habit of collecting corpses, others just let the corpses fall into the sea.
Just like now, hundreds of thousands of monks are crowded together, fighting desperately at close range. In just the past few hours, thousands of monks have died in this vast sea.
Their corpses also became food for monsters in the sea.
Every inch of mountains and rivers, every inch of blood, is either your own blood or the blood of others.
This is the cruelty of war.
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On the most important central battlefield in the sky, Feng Junyi, the God of Fire, led the way. He looked like a god and an immortal. Not only was he unparalleled in domineering power and power, but he also had a strong fighting spirit, just like the God of War.
Ten groups of fiercely burning golden flames flew out from in front of him, exactly like the invincible scene of the rising sun rising across the sky for ten days.
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Opposite Feng Junyi stood a man. He had a handsome and indifferent face. At first glance, he looked like he was no more than a teenager, but he had the vicissitudes of a forty-five-year-old middle-aged man. When he looked at him for a moment, his blue pupils seemed to be full of vicissitudes.
There is a suction force that wants to swallow up the entire person's soul.
"Gao Zhen!"
Feng Junyi read out the name with a solemn expression. Gao Zhen was one of the three top masters in the realm of the Cold Water True Spirit Sect and one of the Three Immortals of the East China Sea.
He is only over 300 years old, but he is already at the peak of his cultivation in the late stage of pill formation. His water-attribute skills are earth-shattering, and his reputation is hardly lower than that of Feng Junyi, the God of Fire.
Not only that, Gao Zhen is also the young head of the Gao family, one of the "ruling families" of Hanshui Zhenling Sect.
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Gao Zhen stood in mid-air with no expression on his face. He looked at Feng Junyi and asked loudly: "You Qingzhou monks relied on your own strength to invade our East China Sea, destroy the environment of our East China Sea, and plunder the resources of our East China Sea.
Why are you still so righteous today!"
Gao Zhen's tone is serious, and his voice is as cold as spring water hitting rocks. It sounds like waves hitting rocks, making people feel as if they are plucking the strings of a piano, but it also hides endless murderous intent.
"Hahaha!"
When Feng Junyi heard this, he looked up to the sky and smiled. His black hair was draped behind him. Ten days later, a golden crow with three legs spread out and appeared behind him.
Seeing this, Gao Zhen held the hilt of the sword with his right hand and still asked loudly: "Feng Junyi, what do you think of what I said?"
Feng Junyi's face condensed and he replied: "Gao Zhen, I am the elder of Taiyi Immortal Sect and a monk in Qingzhou. It is my responsibility to fight for the interests of Taiyi Immortal Sect and Qingzhou."
"And it is your responsibility to fight for the East China Sea and the Hanshui True Spirit Sect. Today's battle is inevitable. In this case, why bother to waste more words and make people laugh in vain."
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Gao Zhen sighed deeply when he heard this, and then replied: "Okay, Feng Junyi. In that case, I will send you on your way today and take your head to sacrifice to the spirits of my fellow disciples who are under the underworld."
Hearing this, Feng Junyi paused, obviously very surprised, and then laughed wildly: "Hahaha, interesting, are you here for revenge?"
"I think I, Feng Junyi, have done nothing in my life without any guilt. I have never violated my conscience. Although I have countless dead souls on my hands, this is the first time someone has come to me for revenge. It's interesting!"
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Gao Zhen looked indifferent and did not reply. His eyes swept over Feng Junyi's face, as if he wanted to carve his appearance deeply into his heart.
The next second, an extremely strong murderous intention flashed in his eyes.
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