Climb high and look far away, you can see dense numbers of figures.
The Three Realm monks of the Zhengyi sect flew in various forms to control objects, passed through the canyon of Guyun Mountain, and what they saw was a plain.
"Hey, how come there is rice and wheat here?"
A monk from the Zhengyi Sect who had been to Thousand Demons Sect was a little surprised.
In their impression, the surrounding area of Thousand Demons Sect was desolate.
Looking in front of me, the waves of wheat are rolling and the straw is swaying in the wind, like a scroll.
"What's wrong? Why did the team stop?" A young monk stepped on his sword and landed at the front of the team, scolding.
Several monks stammered, raised their fingers and pointed to the rice fields in front of them, and reminded them: "Sir, leader, should we go around these rice fields?"
"Detour? Why are you detouring? Do you take responsibility for messing up the formation?"
The young monk who led the team had a bad look on his face. He drew his sword and chopped off a piece of rice stalk, and then continued: "Maintain the defensive formation and march in a straight line!"
"this……"
Several disciples looked at each other.
Before they entered the immortal sect, they were all children of poor families. They knew that farming was not easy, so they did not want to waste the food.
However, due to the pressure from the team leader, they had to carefully cross the rice fields and did not dare to crush the rice.
"Hurry up and don't wait any longer. Do you want to be punished by the Immortal Governor?"
The young monk who led the team cursed, sometimes punched and kicked the hesitating monks, and sometimes drew his sword to clear the way with his sword energy.
On a cart in the center of the procession, a middle-aged monk was a little anxious when he saw that the procession was moving slowly.
In a quarter of an hour, the entire army of monks advanced ten miles. Even a turtle would not be so slow!
"What's going on? The army is moving so slowly. Are you planning to be a target?"
A female monk stepped on the sword and fell on the chariot. When she heard the middle-aged monk's scolding, she hurriedly said: "Master Immortal Governor, there is a lot of rice here, and many disciples are unwilling to trample on the fertile fields, so the march is slow."
"These earthly grains with heavy turbidity will be destroyed if they are destroyed. What's the pity? Go ahead. If anyone is hesitant, don't blame me for taking him to a sacrificial flag!"
The female monk responded and quickly passed on the order. Sure enough, after the order was passed on, the marching speed became much faster.
The middle-aged monk nodded with satisfaction, lay back on the futon, and comfortably picked up the wine glass.
While he was enjoying his drink, many monks in the army complained.
"They, who come from a family of practitioners, really don't know how precious food is. They have never been hungry like us!"
"No, no one cares about the life and death of mortals. I just made an observation. This rice field is vast and can feed at least one county's people. It's been wasted like this!"
These practitioners, who come from poor families, can best understand the suffering of the people. Seeing these rich ears of rice being trampled under their feet, they feel so distressed that they want to cry.
After all, among children from poor families, who has never been hungry as a child?
At this time, on a cart at the end of the monk army, a beautiful young woman with a lotus appearance held the hand of a young girl, and said with a worried expression: "Xuan'er, how could your master be so generous that he would let you come?
This is dangerous."
The girl was Luo Xuan. When she heard the beautiful woman's words, a smile appeared on her pretty face. She gently patted the beautiful woman's jade hand and comforted her: "Uncle Honglu, don't worry. Master has given me protection."
I can protect my own treasure."
"You!"
Honglu sighed helplessly and said: "The battlefield is changing rapidly. You must protect yourself later and don't stay too far away from my uncle!"
"Xuan'er has taken note of it!" Luo Xuan agreed obediently and turned her eyes to the army in the distance.
On Lihe Mountain, Lin Yanli was surrounded by a group of disciples. In front of her was a water mirror, in which the army of monks marching in the distance was tracked from all angles.
"Miss, this technique is really convenient, so we can always keep an eye on the movements of the Zhengyi faction's army!"
"Hey, wait until they come closer and let them have a good drink!"
Lin Yanli raised his eyes and looked at the black iron ball placed on the wooden cart in the distance, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise.
Later, let these armies have a taste of what "justice from heaven" means!
[Attention, disciples at the top of the mountain, the monks of the Zhengyi sect are only sixty miles away from the mountain guard formation and have entered the attack range of the artillery. Disciples at the top of the mountain are ready to attack!]
The voice came over the radio again.
Lin Yanli jumped down from the stone, put one foot on the stone, pulled out a dagger from his waist and pointed forward: "Gah ah ah, times have changed, little ones, give them a hard blow!"
The faces of the Thousand Demons Sect disciples were full of excitement. They slowly stuffed the iron balls into the thick long tubes that had been prepared, and then pulled the long ropes.
I saw a spiritual light shining from the barrel, a simple formation slowly outlined lines in the air, and the next moment, the iron ball was shot out of the barrel.
Take out ammunition - load ammunition - fire.
Simple and crude.
This is a combination of puppetry, formations and technology.
The monks of the Zhengyi sect who were walking on the rice fields suddenly felt the ground shaking violently, followed by several loud noises, and a large amount of soil splashed and dust filled the air, obscuring their sight.
"What happened?"
"I do not know."
"Hey, look at the sky quickly, it's crazy!"
Many monks looked up to the sky and saw countless black iron balls falling from the sky and hitting their defensive formations.
"boom!"
These iron balls were extremely fast and hit the shield one after another, causing explosions.
"Boom, boom!"
The shield vibrated violently, and within a moment, many of the monks maintaining the defensive shield turned pale and were on the verge of collapse.
"Don't mess up, don't mess up. Disciples from each sect take turns to take over. Don't mess up your position."
When the middle-aged monk saw this scene, he was so angry that he crushed the armrest of the carriage.
The spirit stones they brought were all on the Xianjia ferry. If there were enough spirit stones to protect the formation, what would there be to fear from these exploding iron balls?
The enemy has been plotting against them from the beginning!
Use the narrow terrain to force them to abandon the Xianjia ferry, and then use these side tricks to kill the spiritual stones they carry, and then catch them all in one fell swoop.
"Damn it!"
The middle-aged monk waved his hand and looked as if he had eaten shit.
They clearly knew what the other party wanted to do, but they had no idea what to do!
The spiritual stones on the monk army were consumed rapidly. Finally, when a second-level monk fell to the ground, countless cannonballs penetrated the defensive shield formed by the monk army.
The shells fell one after another, and the deafening explosions resounded in the sky.
"Ah...save me!"
"Help!!!"
"Bang!"
There was a muffled sound, and a man in green robe who was in the early stage of foundation building was hit in the chest by an iron ball. He immediately spat out blood and flew backwards. He fell heavily to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
With a "pop", another monk in the late stage of foundation building was also knocked away by the cannonball.