Chapter 1850 Chaos (Part 1) (for the new operating officer Le
Although a gap was penetrated in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, the so-called "centipede insect" was dead but not stiff. Such a huge formation could not be destroyed in an instant, and thousands of golden lights still covered the four directions.
But with this gap, Beiming's army can take advantage of it and sneak in.
The navy of Tianhe City took advantage of the power of the Tongtian River to rush into the formation first and cut down the monks guarding the formation. Soon the formation could not be maintained, and the gap was torn wider and wider, so that Yongye City, Liangyi City
, Tiangong City, Xuanyin Pavilion, Disha Pavilion and other Beiming monks all swarmed in, and together with the thousands of poisonous people, they launched a mighty charge towards the "Ten Thousand Immortals Formation".
Among Nanxuan's ten armies, the "Kunwu Army" led by Kunwu City was the closest to the gap.
Fan Qingzhou took the lead, running the "Shan Hai Jing" skills, rushing into the formation, and his magical powers were greatly activated.
"Behead those who retreat! Everyone step forward and block the gap, don't let them rush in!"
In the confrontation between the two armies, it is no longer possible for one person to control the situation. A million soldiers are surrounded by a formation, and even the Yasheng will be filled with hatred. What's more, there are masters of catastrophes among these million soldiers. As long as they are not careful, they will be killed.
Anyone can die.
The Kunwu Army is also well-trained, and the "Seven Killing Battalion" leading the group are all highly skilled in Taoism, and there are also five ancestors of the Huajie Ancestor who are trying to block the first wave of offensive from the Beiming Army.
However, the Beiming Army's offensive was endless, and within just a few moments of the confrontation, more than ten True Lords of Tongxuan died, and another Ancestor of Transformation Tribulation was seriously injured.
"Nan Xuan Qi has been exhausted, all fellow Taoists will follow me to kill!"
The fighting spirit of the Bei Ming Army was at its peak, and monks from all sides came like a tide.
I saw a man from a distance, wearing golden armor and holding a flaming knife. There was no grass growing wherever he passed, but all living things, whether human, demon or spiritual beast, were rolled up by him with the flaming knife and turned into ashes.
There was another person holding a black altar in both hands and walking in the air above the army. As soon as General Nanxuan was injured, even if it was a slight injury, the black altar immediately emitted a black light and pulled the soul of General Nanxuan from the wound.
It comes out, is inhaled into the altar, and turns into blood in a matter of seconds, which is extremely weird!
There are all kinds of strange people in Beiming's army, and there are countless evil and strange spells. Although Kunwu's army is brave, they can't stop Beiming's repeated attacks. The flaw is soon exposed, and the gap is torn open, and the gap becomes more and more...
Many Beiming masters poured in.
"Brother Qingzhou, let me help you!"
Suddenly I heard a loud shout, and looking from a distance, I saw a large army coming to help. The leader was young, handsome, and personable. He was the son of the city lord who had forgotten to return to the city, and he had no time to return!
It turns out that the "Wuchen Army" came to support!
In fact, his uncle was not to blame for being the commander of the Wuchen Army. Just because there was the "World Destruction Star Map" of Seven Star City on the top of the sky, and with the help of Feng Jiaojiao and Qiu Jiuren from Liangyi City, one of the Luo Tianshan sects
The power is hard to withstand, so he has no choice but to stay in the sky and join forces with the Great Suffering Master to fight against the "World-Destroying Star Map" and "Everything in the World".
As a result, the Wuchen Army has no one to command, and as the son of the city lord, Gui Wuqi naturally does his duty and takes over the important task in times of crisis.
When the two armies came together, there was no time to say thank you. The two commanders, Fan Qingzhou and Gui Wuqi, only made eye contact for a moment, and the next moment they went to their respective battlefields.
"Hurry up and set up the 'Four Spiritual Qimen'!"
Gui Wuqi waved his flag, and the Wuchen army immediately changed its formation.
I saw the vanguard troops spreading out to both sides, with banners waving in the rear and drums beating like thunder. After a while, thousands of unicycle chariots were pushed out from the crowd.
These tanks are divided into four different types:
Part of it is made of flint, and there is a sacred fire pillar on the car, which is a hundred feet high, with countless flame patterns painted on it, emitting a blazing glow.
There is also a part made of water jade, with water spirit beads suspended on the body. Every time the spirit beads spin around, water waves will ripple out, causing ripples in the surrounding space, which is strange and unpredictable.
There is also a part made of Feng Jing. A large flag is erected on the car, which floats in the wind, causing countless storms and clouds, and even the yellow sand is blown up into the sky.
The last part is made of back soil. The chariot is very heavy, and the monks pushing the cart are all physical practitioners. Looking at it, it looks like small mountains. There is a high wall on the cart, like the gate of a cave, which is simple and desolate.
There were more than 1,800 four kinds of chariots in total, arranged in a strange way. There were four elements of "earth, fire, water, and wind". They suddenly rushed into the Beiming Army, and saw the alternating light of four colors. Some
There were fierce fires and strong winds in some places, and the fire took advantage of the wind, and the wind helped the fire; in some places, water and earth covered each other, and earth dragons and water dragons alternated, drawing thousands of troops into it. Suddenly there were ghosts crying and wolves howling, and countless casualties occurred.
"What a wonderful skill!"
The Beiming army was originally powerful and mighty, but it was unexpectedly blocked by the Wuchen Army's "Four Spiritual Qimen". For a moment, everyone fell on their backs and suffered heavy losses. Even the monks flying high in the sky were all blocked by the Qimen's magic.
It was laid down and then covered up by the soil, thus turning into the dust of history.
Seeing that the offensive was blocked, a Taoist suddenly jumped out from the Beiming Army. He had a long beard on a horse's face and narrow eyes. He held a mahogany sword in his left hand and a yellow talisman in his right hand. He opened an altar in mid-air to perform rituals.
He pierced the yellow talisman with his mahogany sword, murmured something in his mouth, and pointed the sword fiercely.
An army of 100,000 people behind Beiming suddenly stopped. Then a puff of green smoke came out from the Tianling Cap, and the green smoke condensed into human shapes, which looked exactly like each of them.
This army of monks composed of green smoke all had dull eyes, as if they had lost the ability to think. Then they flew up lightly, leaped over the vanguard troops in front, and rushed into the "Four Spiritual Qimen" first.
Gui Wuqi hurriedly ordered his soldiers to use their supernatural powers to attack, only to find that this strange army was not afraid of the earth, fire, water, and wind. No matter whether it was howling in the wind, soaked in water, roasted by fire, or buried in the soil, the monks composed of these green smoke would all come out.
It passed through the body, and the damage was less than half!
"The soul is out of body!"
Rao Shigui has seen a lot, and he couldn't help but be surprised at this moment.
You must know that ordinary monks can only cultivate their soul after reaching the golden elixir realm, but their soul still cannot leave the body. Only after breaking through the mysterious gate and becoming the True Lord Tongxuan can their soul leave the body.
The strange army of 100,000 people in front of me, most of which are only at the Foundation Establishment Stage and Juyuan Realm cultivation level, actually have their souls leave their bodies and cross thousands of rivers and mountains to break into their own "Four Spiritual Sects". It's simply unbelievable.
!
"Hahaha! The magic of Qimen is nothing more than a trick, let me use the 'Yin Soldier' to break your Qimen!"
In mid-air, the horse-faced Taoist was extremely proud.
He held a peach wood sword and stepped on the Tiangang. He burned the yellow talismans into blue smoke, and the peach wood sword danced like the wind.
One hundred thousand "yin soldiers" received his order, divided into several groups in mid-air, and attacked the "Four Spiritual Gate" from different directions. Because they were not afraid of "earth, fire, water, and wind", they were able to go all the way unimpeded.
Most of the Nanxuan monks pushing wheelbarrows were in the Foundation Establishment stage and Juyuan realm. They had never seen such a battle before. They hurriedly used their magical powers to attack, but they couldn't hurt the Yin soldiers. Instead, the Yin soldiers fell beside them, one by one.
He broke his neck and fell off the chariot.
The situation suddenly changed again.
"It's a 'Tianyinren'!"
Someone in the Nanxuan Army recognized the origin of the old horse-faced Taoist. The origin of this person is unknown, and the teacher has no way to verify it. He has an evil method that specializes in controlling Yin souls. In his early years, he was hunted down by seven mountains and twelve cities for killing mortals. He traveled to many places.
, is really a street rat.
Unexpectedly, after the war between the North and the South broke out, this horse-faced old man was pardoned by Tiangong City and found a position in the army because of his strange methods. Therefore, he became even more proud. In this war, he really used his methods to the extreme.
A gap opened in Nanxuan's military formation.
The two sides fought fiercely, and one hundred thousand "Yin soldiers" were invulnerable to fire and water, floating like ghosts on the battlefield.
The low-level monks had no experience in dealing with Yuanshen, so they suffered a big loss. Countless monks who were driving chariots were killed, and the four chariots of earth, fire, water, and wind fell to the ground.
Seeing that the "Four Spiritual Qimen" was about to be broken, the Beiming army was so powerful that they suddenly heard a loud shout from behind:
"Send thunder!"
Many people were attracted by the sound. They looked up and saw more than 3,000 elite disciples from Shenxiao Mountain flying up into the air. Some were making incantations and some were activating talismans. A moment later, thunder exploded and more than 3,000 people were heard.
Lightning fell from the sky at the same time!
This scene is extremely spectacular!
You must know that Shenxiao Mountain is not a piece of iron. Just because Nangong Xiao passed down three thunder methods, but did not pass down Shenxiao Thunder Seal, so the three thunder methods cannot be practiced together. This also caused later generations of disciples to be divided into three factions, because
If the cultivation concepts are not in harmony, there will often be conflicts and quarrels, and sometimes even fights.
But at this moment, no matter which group of disciples they were, they all gave up their own prejudices.
More than 3,000 people gathered in Yunxiao and activated the thunder method at the same time. Those with low cultivation level relied on talismans to activate it, while those with high cultivation level directly fired thunder from their palms.
I saw only three thousand thunders! It was like the wrath of heaven, thundering down to destroy the world, unstoppable!
Rumble!
Three thousand thunderbolts fell, specializing in attacking Yin soldiers and ghosts. The one hundred thousand "Yin soldiers" borrowed by the "Tianyin people" disappeared in this thunder punishment. They were originally Yin soldiers condensed in blue smoke, and in the thunder light
It dispersed into blue smoke, floated into the air, and disappeared without a trace.
"Quick, get on the road and drive!"
Gui Wuqi saw the opportunity and waved the flag in his hand one after another.
Countless soldiers of the Wuchen Army marched forward bravely and came to the fallen tanks. Some of the tanks were still sitting on the vanguard soldiers who had just died tragically. The latecomers had no time to grieve and used magic to drag the dead bodies off the tanks.
He sat on it and became the new soldier in charge.
More than 1,800 chariots started operating again, and the "Four Spiritual Qimen" reappeared. Countless soldiers from the Wuchen Army, the Kunwu Army, and the Shenxiao Army stepped forward one after another, and finally blocked the Beiming Army at the gap.
I won't be able to get in for a while.
"Stabilized?"
Gui Wuqi and Fan Qingzhou looked at each other with this thought in their minds.
But before they could confirm, they suddenly heard loud noises coming from all directions. Looking around, they saw ninety-nine red orbs appearing behind the Beiming Army. Each one was as big as an acre, flying from different directions. Finally,
They all hit the golden light barrier of the "Ten Thousand Immortals Formation".
Rumble!
The golden light shook violently, as if it was the last straw that broke the camel's back. Tens of thousands of monks who were still presiding over the "Ten Thousand Immortals Array" in the city vomited blood at the same time. Among them, those with low cultivation levels died on the spot, and those with high cultivation levels were also seriously injured.
Vomiting blood and feeling depressed.
Thousands of miles of golden light was torn apart by dozens of gaps. Beiming monks from all over the place rushed in. They could no longer stop it, it could only be a melee!
"This battle is inevitable."
Wu Ci sighed softly and waved the flag in his hand. The Wushuang army listened to his orders, formed a formation, rushed into the enemy's formation, and started fighting head-on!
The extremely victorious Demon Lord, Liu Changshou and others were also ashen-faced. They did not expect that the "Ten Thousand Immortals Formation" would really be broken through, and this battle would actually become a decisive battle.
"Nanxuan is in danger!"
Liu Changshou sighed, but he had no choice but to command the beast army to rush into the battlefield without any reservations.
War rages and blood flows!
The battlefield of tens of millions of monks stretches for hundreds of millions of miles. Those with great supernatural powers can only see one-tenth of the battlefield if they use their magic eyes. I don’t know what is happening in the distance. I only know that there are fighting and wailing everywhere.
, the screams are endless!
"Hahaha! So happy! So happy!"
On a battlefield somewhere, a middle-aged man with disheveled hair and a twisted face looked up to the sky and roared.
"This is the real world of cultivation. It is natural for the weak to eat the strong! How were those days in the past? We had to pretend to talk about benevolence, righteousness, and morality. From now on, there will no longer be seven mountains and twelve cities. This is the real way of the world!"
Amidst the laughter, the man's hands glowed with green light, flashing like will-o'-the-wisps. He grabbed several Nanxuan soldiers in his hands, all of whom were at the Juyuan Realm. They were sucked into human form by him in the blink of an eye.
"Hahaha, starting from today, I will be able to show off my talents!"
He was proud in his heart and looked up to the sky laughing wildly, but just in the middle of his laughter, a ring suddenly flew from behind, shaped like a full moon, sharp as a knife, and swiped through his waist in just an instant.
This man was cut in half in the middle, his laughter was still stuck in his throat, but his soul had been wiped out, and he died happily.
There was another battlefield where several female cultivators from Nanxuan were besieged. They were all disciples of a small sect called "Baihua Tower". Their cultivation level was not high, only in the middle stage of Juyuan Realm.
The Beiming monks who surrounded and killed them were also in the Juyuan realm, but they were more numerous and stronger.
Seeing that they were outmatched, there were also lecherous people among their opponents who uttered obscene words during the fight. The female cultivators couldn't help but turn pale when they thought about what would happen if they were defeated.
At this moment, a white rainbow passed by, and I saw a young Taoist, Xianfeng Taoist, holding a fly whisk in his hand, and with a slight wave of his sleeves, he performed the authentic Xuanmen Taoist skills and instantly killed the besieging Beiming monks.
Already.
The female cultivators were all in danger just now, but they didn't expect to be saved by this man. Seeing his immortal demeanor and gentle face, they couldn't help but feel good about him.
"Thank you, senior, for saving your life. I wonder if you can tell me the origin so that we can remember your great kindness." One of the female cultivators said with a shy expression.
The young Taoist's face was expressionless, and he sighed and said: "I am the elder of Jiuxiao Temple. In troubled times, there is no need to say thank you for my hard work."
As soon as the word "thank you" was spoken, the young Taoist was stunned for a moment, and a red line appeared on his neck. Then the big head fell without warning and fell to the ground, rolling like a rubber ball.
In front of the girls.
"ah"
None of the female cultivators in Baihua Tower could react. After waiting for a moment, they each let out a scream.
Only then did he see clearly that there was a big red-haired hand behind the young Taoist. He heard Jie Jie's strange laughter coming from a distance, and then the big hand grabbed the young Taoist's soul and spirit and snatched it away.
"Senior, he's dead"
All the girls in Baihua Tower were stunned.
Unexpectedly, their seniors, who in their eyes had great powers, were nothing more than a leaf of duckweed on this battlefield. One moment he was casting spells to save others, but the next moment he couldn't even save his own life.
This is the battle of monks, this is the catastrophe of life!
The law of heaven is ruthless, and killings and calamities are everywhere. Regardless of right or wrong, regardless of camp, there is no distinction between right and wrong, and there is no distinction between good and evil. With just a little carelessness or bad luck, anyone can be wiped out.
PS:
The new operating officer has helped me a lot. There was no activity in the book club before and I was not very good at it. Now he is doing it.
Zhuzi is also very happy to see that many people are voting for the monthly ticket, and some book friends have received the title of fan.
We don’t know anything but writing books, so today I’ll add another chapter for Leocpor.
Also thank you to last month’s monthly ticket holder: Leocpor
