"Although when I said it, I was already prepared in my heart."
"But I'm afraid this situation can no longer be described as terrible, right?"
After using the power of Buddha to transform the dead souls in front of her, Bai Qingrou's beautiful eyebrows wrinkled together in a rare way. Even though she was practicing the Supreme Heart Sutra of Buddhism and had already understood the state of immobility, her soul could be said to be shattered before, but she still did not change color.
At this moment, it was still hard to avoid being shocked by the battlefield in front of me.
"Not only is it bad, on such a battlefield, all the battles in the Mythical Realm for 100,000 years combined may not be as many as what happens here in one day."
Gui Fangxun couldn't help but take a breath. As a disciple of the Gui Sect, he was righteous in nature, but the Taoism and the environment were undoubtedly evil.
They are no strangers to battlefields, and the cultivation path itself is a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
In addition, most of the time it is in the deepest part of the Western Region, which can be said to be the front closest to Hades.
I have seen so many tragic scenes that I feel numb even looking for them.
Even so, it was still difficult to calm down at this moment, with uncontrollable goosebumps all over my body, and the smell of madness between my eyes, ears, mouth and nose.
Baili Jingxie used the power of lightning to refine the hundreds of immortal-level dead souls that rushed in front of him. At this moment, he frowned and said: "Now is not the time to sigh. Let's go. The task has been completed. First,
return to."
Soon, the three of them quickly retreated.
Fight and retreat at the same time, and retreat quickly.
As the three people retreated, countless dead souls swarmed in instantly. Although their realm was not high, the number was too shocking. Looking at it, they were so densely packed that there was almost no place to set foot.
After retreating for dozens of miles, we finally arrived at the territory of the underworld's ghosts.
The three of them quickly crossed the military formation and fell into the same military formation composed of nearly endless Yin soldiers and Yin generals.
"This is simply not a job for humans!"
After making sure it was safe, Gui Fangxun sat on the ground with a tired look on his face, panting heavily. At this moment, sweat was falling like rain, and he was wasting a lot of energy.
On the side, Bai Qingrou and Baili Jingxie were equally exhausted. Sweat quickly fell from their foreheads, and most of the clothes they were wearing were wet.
Mana does not consume much.
The big one is the spirit!
This is not the first time they have entered the battlefield.
So far, they have been here to fight for thirty days.
On average, I went to the battlefield more than ten times a day, with at least half an hour and at most an hour at a time.
At the end of the day, about eight of the twelve hours were spent on the battlefield, fighting with dead souls.
In just thirty days, the number of dead souls killed has been more than five times the total number of people they killed since they started practicing until now.
Baili Jingxie gave the corpse-lying ghost Fang Dun a roll of his eyes, and said calmly: "Hurry up and take a rest, and seize the dragon corpse stronghold before nightfall!"
But on the battlefield of Fengdu, the magic power of the living has extremely great damage to the dead souls. Unlike the unreachable side of Fengdu City, the dead souls here are no longer untouchable and difficult to kill because of the protection of the underworld.
, allowing them to directly hit the opponent's body, just like in the mythical world, unless they are equal to them in realm, they will kill them quickly.
Fifteen fire, although it seems a bit fragile in front of Li Su.
But if you put it here, on the battlefield, it's really no joke.
Even just three people are enough to turn the tide of the local war.
Of course, there are no limitations.
Although the dead soul clan cannot produce Taiyi at the fifteenth fire level, they do possess dead souls at the Daluo realm. Although they are limited by the suppression of the big curtain, they cannot exert the original power of the Daluo realm.
But when faced with the fifteen fires in the realm of Daluo, one can imagine who will suffer the loss.
There are only a few beings in the Great Luo Realm such as the Little Judiciary God who can kill Taiyi easily. After all, Baili Jingxie and the other three are not the fifteen fires in the true sense, but the fourteen fires that have successfully passed through the Taoist and magical powers.
Forming one fire, a new type of fifteen fires.
Although the combat power is higher than that of the Fourteenth Fire, it is not equal to the real Fifteenth Fire.
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Of course, there were far more than just the three of them participating in the war.
The disciples of the great sect who came down together, the monks from the upper, middle and lower realms also joined the battlefield, but because Baili Jingxie and the other three were the strongest, they were assigned to the most difficult position, responsible for attacking and beheading.
The others, on the other hand, stayed slightly behind, mingling among the ghosts, cooperating with the ghost war, inputting mana containing vitality, and assisting the ghosts in attacking the dead souls.
In this battle for the ownership of the place, the whole was divided into three parts.
Southeast, Northeast, and East Central.
The most brutal place for the fighting was undoubtedly the East Central side, where the target was the location of the Fengdu Emperor's Palace. This location was undoubtedly very important. Not only was the Fengdu Emperor's Palace, but one of the three sources of the underworld was also there.
As for the Northeast, it is in a state of comprehensive defense. Although the fighting is still fierce, it is far inferior to the other two fronts.
The main reason is that there are two major Ghost Emperor Palaces in the south and west, and there are only two in the Yama Palace direction.
The southeast side not only has the Yama Palace, but also involves the Dongyue Emperor's palace, as well as the two ghost emperor palaces in the east and the north. Therefore, in terms of importance, the severity of the war can be said to be only a little less than that in the east-central direction.
There is no doubt that the three Baili Jingxie and their junior brothers are basically on the battlefield on the southeastern front.
After a month, almost everyone's Yin job has been improved, ranging from one level to two levels.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang.
A shocking light suddenly burst out from the dragon's back, and the four-colored sword light disappeared in a flash. In an instant, all dead souls ten kilometers away were killed cleanly.
The sword intention disappears just as quickly as it comes.
As the sword intent dissipated, a large area of rotten aura suddenly spread across the swept area. A command post was destroyed, and the dead soul of Taiyi inside was strangled on the spot by the terrifying sword intent.
Facing this scene, Baili Jingxie and the other three couldn't help but take a breath, and after a moment they shook their heads and smiled bitterly.
There is no doubt that they, as well as the three major disciples, and the monks from the upper, middle and lower realms performed very well, extremely brilliantly, and achieved numerous results.
But compared to those who carried out the main attack on the dragon's back, it undoubtedly pales in comparison.
They are the main force, and the Jiejiao group headed by Jiejiao Daozi is truly the backbone.
So far, Baili Jingxie and the others have killed forty Taiyi dead souls and destroyed thirty-seven command posts, while Jie Jiao's family has killed more than eighty people and destroyed seventy-three command posts.
After one month, their performance has almost doubled.
Taking a deep breath, the three of them stood up slowly. Come on, although they are aware of the gap between each other and it is normal to fall behind, it does not mean that they will accept it.
Baili Jingxie and the other three took a breath, and with their energy restored, they rushed to the battlefield again without hesitation, heading towards the next command post.
Although Taiyi is strong, he is ultimately just a member of the ranks of geniuses. Only Daluo is the real core of the mythical world.
If Taiyi loses, it does not count as a loss.
After Da Luo, it’s time to truly distinguish between superior and superior, and see the true story.
Before that, they will hold on tightly so that they will not be completely abandoned by each other!
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On the back of the dragon, among the army of ghosts.
The four Jie Jiao disciples, headed by Zhao Ming, were sweating and panting heavily.
Tired, very tired.
Not only are they tired, but at this moment, the crystals in their hands and the thousands of monks inside are also not breathing.
Just one burst of sword intent almost drained them of all their energy.
The power of the Immortal Killing Sword Formation is really terrifying. Even if four Taiyi are controlled at the same time in the late stage, they are still like wild horses that are unbridled and difficult to control. They have already done it many times in a month, and they still can't get used to it.
Zhao Ming couldn't help but reveal a bitter smile on his face, "Damn it, what kind of monster is Your Highness? This Immortal Killing Sword Formation is not something Taiyi can display at all, is it? Not to mention his power, his spirit can't be controlled at all!"
Following Zhao Ming's words, the three people around him couldn't help but nod wildly.
Taiyi, True Immortal, Celestial Immortal, Golden Pill, and Foundation Establishment. Even though they add up to tens of thousands of people, they are still unable to control the Immortal Killing Sword Formation. Once the mana is activated, the mind cannot bear it at all. The pressure is simply too great.
Unbelievable.
What shocked them the most was that just by controlling the Immortal Killing Sword Formation, all of them's willpower increased by more than 10% in a month, and the lower the level, the greater the improvement. Who would dare to spread this matter?
letter?
Third Brother Jie Jiao couldn't help but say, "I wonder where His Highness is now?"
Not long after arriving at the battlefield, His Highness Daozi threw the Zhuxian Sword Formation to them, and he disappeared.
Zhao Ming smiled, "Worried?"
Third Brother Jie Jiao glanced at the extremely sharp sword intent in his hand, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he shook his head without hesitation.