"Kill! We must take back the Yin-Yang Cauldron!"
The muscles of an aboriginal old man in the spiritual realm began to swell. He was originally only a rickety old man of 1.6 or 7 meters tall, but instantly turned into a big man with a height of 3 meters.
His arms were as thick as buckets, his muscles bulged like horned dragons, and streaks of electric light flowed on his skin.
"boom!"
"boom!"
The indigenous old man at the spiritual level waved his arms and directly knocked away the three puppet generals.
His body is like a humanoid ferocious beast, with infinite strength, able to cut through mountains and rivers. The puppets in front of him are like ants, which can be easily crushed to death.
Jiang Xuan mobilized seventy-two puppet generals to form a battle formation, and then he could barely resist the indigenous old man who was at the spiritual level.
"Boom!" ??
An overwhelming amount of terrifying power erupted from the body of the old indigenous man, causing the ground to tremble violently. A wave of spiritual energy rushed out, blasting away the seventy-two puppet generals and turning them into seventy-two masses of blood mist.
"kill!"
The old native man kicked the ground with his soles, made a posture like a flying eagle pouncing on food, and blasted towards the Yin-Yang Cauldron with both palms at the same time.
This blow contains almost all the spiritual power of the indigenous old man, and has the terrifying power to knock down mountains.
"Roar!"
And just when his spiritual power was about to fall in front of Jiang Xuan, a huge dragon claw suddenly stretched out from the ground.
"Bang!"
The giant dragon's claws caught the indigenous old man at the spiritual level as easily as catching an ant.
"Kaka!"
The body of the aboriginal old man who was in the spiritual realm made a shattering sound, and the bones in his body were broken one by one, and finally his body turned into a pool of blood and mud.
A spiritual master-level martial arts expert was killed so easily?
When the powerful natives saw this, they were all frightened and turned pale.
"Boom!" ??
At this time, the earth trembled and the entire Blood Realm was shaking violently.
A giant black dragon emerged from the soil. Its body was as big as a mountain, its claws were as thick as a pillar, and its scales were as big as a wooden basin.
This is a black dragon.
The black dragon spit out a mouthful of dragon breath, which blew dozens of puppet generals away.
A person, standing under the black dragon, is no bigger than one of its fingers.
Jiang Xuan looked at Han Mengli, Cheng Ying'er, and Wu Hejin who were standing below, and said: "The three of you are on the back of the black dragon."
"What? Isn't this big guy summoned by Jiang Xuan?"
Wu Hejin raised his head and looked at the black dragon. What kind of creature was this? This was simply a majestic mountain!
This black dragon is made from the spiritual energy of ten thousand cemetery knights and refined through the power of the Yin-Yang Cauldron.
It is the most powerful trump card created by the indigenous strongmen, and is specially used to deal with the strong men in Chenwu Academy.
Jiang Xuan sensed the aura of the black dragon coming from the ground, so he awakened one of the black dragons to deal with these strong indigenous people.
"The natives wanted to use the Yin-Yang Cauldron to create an army of puppet generals and black dragons to attack Chenwu Academy, but they did not expect that Jiang Xuan would actually control the Yin-Yang Cauldron, ruining their decades of hard work."
Cheng Yinger said.
"I have been busy for decades, but in the end I made a wedding dress for others."
Han Mengli said coldly.
Jiang Xuan flew to the top of the black dragon's head.
Then, the Yin-Yang Cauldron turned into an exquisite small cauldron the size of a teapot, suspended in the palm of Jiang Xuan's hand, exuding magical power.
"Kill! Leave no one behind!"
Jiang Xuan immediately gave orders to all the puppet generals.
A killing officially began.
Although there were many powerful warriors among the natives, they had no power to resist in front of the large group of puppet generals. They were quickly slaughtered, leaving only bloody corpses on the ground.
Corpse.
Jiang Xuan did not sympathize with the indigenous people in his heart, because when the strong indigenous people wanted to kill him, they were already enemies.
The battle between the natives and the Chenwu Academy has been going on for thousands of years. It has long reached the point where they are incompatible with each other and will never stop fighting. Either you will kill me or I will kill you. No one will sympathize with the other.
The ground was now covered with the corpses of powerful indigenous men, but the two old indigenous people at the spiritual level fought their way out of the Blood Realm and disappeared into the underground jungle.
"Chase!"
Jiang Xuan gave the order again, obviously intending to eradicate the problem.
………
Half an hour later...
In the distance, two spiritual master-level old men were running away in the jungle. Their bone garments were broken and their hair was hanging down. They were as embarrassed as two beggars.
"Boom!"
But at this moment, behind the two of them, figures suddenly appeared overwhelmingly.
A huge figure three feet tall appeared in the blood mist. They were wearing armor and holding sharp blades.
The face in the helmet looks very ferocious, with its mouth wide open.
More than two hundred puppet generals quickly pursued and killed them.
Two old men in the spiritual realm were surrounded by puppet generals in the center.
Among them, the body of an old man turned into a towering tree, with branches like blades and leaves like iron pieces, slashing towards the puppet generals.
Lightning flashes appeared around the body of another old man. The thunder was raging and powerful.
"Roar!"
The two old men had very profound cultivation, but in the end they were trapped by the puppet generals and found it difficult to escape.
Jiang Xuan, Han Mengli, Cheng Ying'er, and Wu Hejin stood on top of the black dragon, came to the top of the two old men, and looked down at the fierce battle below.
One of the old men at the Spirit Master level soared up, his body was like a bolt of lightning, and he made huge palm prints. He looked at Jiang Xuan angrily and said: "Boy, die!" "Kill! We must take back the Yin-Yang Cauldron!"
The muscles of an aboriginal old man in the spiritual realm began to swell. He was originally only a rickety old man of 1.6 or 7 meters tall, but instantly turned into a big man with a height of 3 meters.
His arms were as thick as buckets, his muscles bulged like horned dragons, and streaks of electric light flowed on his skin.
"boom!"
"boom!"
The indigenous old man who was in the spiritual realm waved his arms and directly knocked away the three puppet generals. ??
His body is like a humanoid ferocious beast, with infinite strength, able to cut through mountains and rivers. The puppets in front of him are like ants, which can be easily crushed to death.
Jiang Xuan mobilized seventy-two puppet generals to form a battle formation, and then he could barely resist the indigenous old man who was at the spiritual level.
"Boom!"
An overwhelming amount of terrifying power erupted from the body of the old indigenous man, causing the ground to tremble violently. A wave of spiritual energy rushed out, blasting away the seventy-two puppet generals and turning them into seventy-two masses of blood mist.
"kill!"
The old native man kicked the ground with his soles, made a posture like a flying eagle pouncing on food, and blasted towards the Yin-Yang Cauldron with both palms at the same time.
This blow contains almost all the spiritual power of the indigenous old man, and has the terrifying power to knock down mountains.
"Roar!"
And just when his spiritual power was about to fall in front of Jiang Xuan, a huge dragon claw suddenly stretched out from the ground.
"Bang!"
The giant dragon's claws caught the indigenous old man at the spiritual level as easily as catching an ant.
"Kaka!"
The body of the aboriginal old man who was in the spiritual realm made a shattering sound, and the bones in his body were broken one by one, and finally his body turned into a pool of blood and mud.
A spiritual master-level martial arts expert was killed so easily?
When the powerful natives saw this, they were all frightened and turned pale.
"Boom!"
At this time, the earth trembled and the entire Blood Realm was shaking violently.
A giant black dragon emerged from the soil. Its body was as big as a mountain, its claws were as thick as a pillar, and its scales were as big as a wooden basin.
This is a black dragon.
The black dragon spit out a mouthful of dragon breath, which blew dozens of puppet generals away.
A person, standing under the black dragon, is no bigger than one of its fingers.
Jiang Xuan looked at Han Mengli, Cheng Ying'er, and Wu Hejin who were standing below, and said: "The three of you are on the back of the black dragon."
"What? Isn't this big guy summoned by Jiang Xuan?"
Wu Hejin raised his head and looked at the black dragon. What kind of creature was this? This was simply a majestic mountain!
This black dragon is made from the spiritual energy of ten thousand cemetery knights and refined through the power of the Yin-Yang Cauldron.
It is the most powerful trump card created by the indigenous strongmen, and is specially used to deal with the strong men in Chenwu Academy.
Jiang Xuan sensed the aura of the black dragon coming from the ground, so he awakened one of the black dragons to deal with these strong indigenous people.
"The natives wanted to use the Yin-Yang Cauldron to create an army of puppet generals and black dragons to attack Chenwu Academy, but they did not expect that Jiang Xuan would actually control the Yin-Yang Cauldron, ruining their decades of hard work."
Cheng Yinger said.
"I have been busy for decades, but in the end I made a wedding dress for others."
Han Mengli said coldly.
Jiang Xuan flew to the top of the black dragon's head.
Then, the Yin-Yang Cauldron turned into an exquisite small cauldron the size of a teapot, suspended in the palm of Jiang Xuan's hand, exuding magical power.
"Kill! Leave no one behind!"
Jiang Xuan immediately gave orders to all the puppet generals.
A killing officially began.
Although there were many powerful warriors among the natives, they had no power to resist in front of the large group of puppet generals. They were quickly slaughtered, leaving only bloody corpses on the ground.
Corpse.
Jiang Xuan did not sympathize with the indigenous people in his heart, because when the strong indigenous people wanted to kill him, they were already enemies.
The battle between the natives and the Chenwu Academy has been going on for thousands of years. It has long reached the point where they are incompatible with each other and will never stop fighting. Either you will kill me or I will kill you. No one will sympathize with the other.
The ground was now covered with the corpses of powerful indigenous men, but the two old indigenous people at the spiritual level fought their way out of the Blood Realm and disappeared into the underground jungle.
"Chase!"
Jiang Xuan gave the order again, obviously intending to eradicate the problem.
………
Half an hour later...
In the distance, two spiritual master-level old men were running away in the jungle. Their bone garments were broken and their hair was hanging down. They were as embarrassed as two beggars.
"Boom!"
But at this moment, behind the two of them, figures suddenly appeared overwhelmingly.
A huge figure three feet tall appeared in the blood mist. They were wearing armor and holding sharp blades.
The face in the helmet looks very ferocious, with its mouth wide open.
More than two hundred puppet generals quickly pursued and killed them.
Two old men in the spiritual realm were surrounded by puppet generals in the center.
Among them, the body of an old man turned into a towering tree, with branches like blades and leaves like iron pieces, slashing towards the puppet generals.
Lightning flashes appeared around the body of another old man. The thunder was raging and powerful.
"Roar!"
The two old men had very profound cultivation, but in the end they were trapped by the puppet generals and found it difficult to escape.
Jiang Xuan, Han Mengli, Cheng Ying'er, and Wu Hejin stood on top of the black dragon, came to the top of the two old men, and looked down at the fierce battle below.
One of the old men in the spiritual realm soared up, his body was like a bolt of lightning, and he made huge palm prints. He looked at Jiang Xuan angrily and said: "Boy, go to hell!"