In addition to the Xuanyou blood poison, black mist condensed within the barrier, and a pitch-black rainstorm began!
The heavy rain pulled the entire battlefield into the rain curtain, and combined with the thick smoke pouring from the ground, it became even more difficult to see.
This heavy rain is the ‘Yuyou Water Poison’!
It is everywhere, and there is nowhere to hide under the raging rain.
In this raging poisonous fog barrier, only those who have taken the Fushen Clan's specific 'Fushen Pill' can be affected to a minimum extent, and intruders, without exception, will be poisoned by the poisonous mist.
and poisonous rain infestation.
In addition to all kinds of poisons, the Nine Nether Soul-Enchanting Mist that permeates the entire barrier will also affect the soul, causing confusion!
Puff puff!
The first wave of beast masters from the God of War clan and their companion beasts who rushed into the barrier can be said to bear the brunt. Anyone who is not well prepared or has low strength will suffer from the poisonous mist and the poisonous rain.
, it is easy to see that his bloodline has become dark.
This means that the blood all over his body has been infected by Xuanyou blood poison, and he vomited blood and died!
Yuyou's water poison is even more terrifying. Whether it falls on the arms or eyes, it will directly corrode and burn holes with blood.
In this first wave of invasion, a large number of War God clan screamed and fell from the sky, fell to the ground, and were eaten clean by poisonous insects all over the ground, without even a single bone left.
Of course, after fighting with the Fu Shen Clan for such a long time, the War God Clan had expected all of this.
There are also a large number of them who have sealed themselves with the armor of the Divine Soldier of Order to allow themselves to last longer.
"kill--!!"
The thunderous sound of the attack began to cover up the sound of Fu Shen Gong Yi's flute.
Fushen Valley, which had not even been shaken by the Sun Palace, was shaking at this moment, which meant that the ground battlefield ahead had really begun.
Rumble!
For a moment, there were countless screams, flesh and blood flying everywhere, magical powers roaring, and light piercing the darkness, but was immediately swallowed up by even greater darkness.
The whole world was plunged into blood, broken flesh, screams and roars, and the world turned directly into hell.
At this moment, Fu Shen Palace Yi is at the forefront!
His eyes were filled with red blood, and he kept playing the flute in his mouth. All the Fushen tribe had such flutes in their mouths. They used sharp playing to spread the instructions of Fushen Palace Yi.
The sound of the flute that resounded through Fushen Valley was getting sharper and shriller, and coupled with the countless sea of insects, poison and darkness, it was simply making people's scalp numb.
Hiss!
The sound of the flute is the spirit of the Fushen Clan. In their will, as long as the sound of the flute continues, no one is allowed to escape.
The sound of the flute is still there, which means that the Fushen clan will never perish.
Hiss!
The dark battlefield is the most confusing place for invaders.
All 60 million people entered the barrier without causing any trouble.
Li Tianming is also at the forefront.
He could clearly see how brutal this collision between 60 million and 50 million was.
To be honest, the scale of this battle has completely exceeded the Ten Thousand Dragons Mountain!
After all, on the Ten Thousand Dragons Mountain, there were only 30 million Nine Dragons Emperor troops who were truly the main force of the Wan Zong battle, and the rest were all added later. By that time, the Xuanyuan Dragon Sect had already secured the victory of the province.
This place is more ferocious, more tragic, more ferocious, and more cruel than the Ten Thousand Dragons Mountain!
Between the Fushen Clan and the Ares God Clan, two clans with different beliefs, on this fateful battlefield, one invaded as a lackey, and the other defended to the death, and their eyes were red when they were killed on the spot.
"It doesn't matter if I die, just kill a lackey first!"
"This group of tall people have been oppressing us Fushen clan for so long. Apart from rising up as lackeys, what kind of dog competition are they?"
Sixty million versus fifty million!
However, behind the 50 million, there are more than 300 million high gods, as well as the Jiuyou Fushen barrier, and the terrain that the Fushen clan is most familiar with.
After being bombarded by the Sun Palace for such a long time, everyone has become extremely angry.
Now is the time for PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds, and the Fushen Clan and the Nine Dragons Imperial Army directly set the overall rhythm.
They formed a team of five people, with the Fushen clan as their captain. They avoided a head-on charge with the Ares clan, but instead avoided their sharp edges and dragged the opponent into the poisonous quagmire.
In deep streams, mountains, swamps and other places, fight each other to the death!
This was the established strategy designated by Fu Shen Gong Yi and Li Tianming from the beginning.
dispersion!
Lure the enemy!
Strangling!
Not to mention, the 60 million opponents who rushed in with all their strength seemed to fall into an abyss in an instant, rushing deeper and deeper, as if they were trapped in a quagmire.
In front of them, there were many Fushen tribe with blood-red eyes and amazing fighting power!
They are like evil ghosts in swamps and dark abyss, holding sickles and scimitar-shaped weapons in their hands. Relying on the cover of poisonous mist and poisonous water to block their sight, they forcibly cut the heads of many war gods and consciousness cultivators.
Cut it off.
"I didn't expect that the factors of the venue could bring the Fushen Clan's advantage to 150%!"
Li Tianming was glad that he trusted Fu Shen Gong Yi and let him arrange the battle pattern.
To be honest, these Fushen Clan are indeed very sinister at heart.
They can tolerate it, they are ruthless in their attacks, they use vulgar words, and they kill each and every one of them without batting an eyelid.
If such a person becomes an opponent, it will undoubtedly be terrifying.
But the key is, they are teammates!
This is comfortable.
Although the Emperor's Burial Army has 40 million people, far more numerous than the Fushen Clan, they follow Li Tianming's instructions to mainly cooperate with the Fushen Clan and listen to their orders.
Fight as others say, so fight.
"A ruthless and ferocious clan refused to surrender and chose to fight to the death with powerful enemies without any fear of the Celestial Clan of Order. The other was tall, bright, and claimed to be the God of War. He was extremely impressive, but he was willing to be a lackey and kneel and lick...
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"It's really hard to tell what is good and evil in the world. If it were you, would you rather be friends with the short, dirty but vicious Fushen Clan, or would you rather have a deep friendship with the War God Clan?"
The answer is self-evident.
"Brothers, listen to me and retreat this way."
"Fuck! Brother, stab him to death! Behead him! Behead him!"
"Fuck his old egg, the blood from this pussy stinks, haha..."
Riots and turbulent fighting appeared in every corner of the Nine Nether Fushen Barrier.
This battle has completely fallen into a strangulation stage.
Under the impact of the Fushen Clan, the formation of the 60,000,000-strong Divine Palace Army had long been broken up, and the situation was heading in a direction that was favorable to the Fushen Clan.
Even Li Tianming himself underestimated the ferocity and resilience of the Fushen Clan.
These guys who hide in the mountains and are accustomed to being shady, directly exert an impressive advantage on their territory and play with their opponents like fools.
After all, the battle venue is indeed important.
If it were in the wasteland, these tens of thousands of volts of gods would not be able to exert this effect at all.
The situation of the battle will be completely reversed.
The Gods of War do have impact, but no matter how fierce the war horse is, if it rushes into the mire, it will break the horse's legs.
As soon as the horse's leg was broken, a group of poisonous insects bit it!
Hiss!
The sharp sound of the flute is still harsh, which means that the Fushen tribe still dominates the battlefield, and they become more and more fierce as they fight.
For the army of the palace, everything they encountered in less than a hundred breaths was simply a nightmare.
Although the situation is not one-sided, if they continue to kill like this, they will definitely suffer heavy casualties!
The God of War clan and all consciousness cultivators can only use their magical powers and consciousness consciousness Dao Tribulation to directly disperse the Xuanyou blood poison and Yuyou water poison around them, smash the swamps and strange mountains into pieces, and open up the scene.
After that, they gathered together back to back, so as to avoid being dragged into the mire abyss by the Fushen Clan!
Boom boom boom!
The light of supernatural power and consciousness shines on this dark battlefield.
Of course, when it comes to magical powers, Wan Zong's side is still stronger. If they use magical powers to bombard them, the Emperor's Burial Army will not be afraid at all.
Boom!
Boom!
Flesh and blood continues to splatter!
The fighting was extremely brutal!
Human heads, severed arms, and piles of corpses from companion beasts were everywhere.
Because of the existence of Xuanyou Blood Poison, there is no longer scarlet blood on the battlefield. All the blood is dyed green and gathers into a green lake within the Jiuyou Fushen Barrier.
This kind of lake itself is highly poisonous, and the Xuanyou blood poison continues to spread in this way, infecting enemies who are not protected by the Fu Shen Dan.
On the entire battlefield, everyone in the Shrine Army was poisoned to some extent.
This shows that the longer we delay, the worse their deaths will be!
The entire Jiuyou Fushen Barrier is particularly lethal to ordinary strong men. It will infinitely amplify the Fushen Clan's advantages and turn this place into a flesh-and-blood poisonous battlefield, making the blood and broken corpses all over the place very dramatic.
A poisonous petri dish.
Witnessing all this, Li Tianming's heart was pounding.
"Fortunately, it is not the Fushen Clan who is against Wan Zong."
The resilience of this clan is indeed outrageous.
They are all so cruel!
To this day, Li Tianming has never seen anyone from the Fushen Clan look fearful on the road.
These skinny, dark guys are ruthless characters.
Although both sides have suffered losses, the current battle situation undoubtedly makes it much easier for Wan Zong.
but!!
At this time, never forget Emperor Zun and the Sun Palace.
At this moment, Emperor Zun, who is in charge of the Sun Palace, is their biggest threat.
Just when the Fu Shen Clan and the Imperial Burial Army were strangling the Divine Palace Army within the barrier, the golden heads in the sky shone again!
Buzz——
The ‘Wrath of the Divine Palace’ that lasts for one hundred breaths once again penetrates the darkness!
Burning golden pillars of fire fell from the sky and crashed directly above the Jiuyou Fushen barrier.
Golden fury, shining in the sky!
Emperor Zun had of course told him that the palace army should never reach the location he wanted to attack.
Below that location is the core of the Fushen Clan, where more than 300 million gods supporting the barrier are located.
Rumble!
Another fatal wrath of the gods!
This time, it may be the most deadly!
At this moment, the sound of the flute in the entire Fushen Valley instantly increased several times!
"All attention! All attention!"
The sharp sound symbolized the fighting will of the Fushen clan. Under the light of the sun, they gritted their teeth and used all their strength to move the defense of the Jiuyou Fushen barrier directly above, forming a solid dark steel