Just when Long Zhen wanted to continue filling the formation with crystal stones, Ling Xiao's voice immediately appeared in his ears: "Long Zhen, stop now, don't fight with this person for the time being."
Long Zhen looked unwilling, his face flushed, and he coughed a few times: "If we don't continue, their army will attack our Xihe City."
"Don't worry, Dragon Formation, you can take advantage of these few days to arrange the formation diagram, formation points and formations. When necessary, you will still have a chance to compete with Ouyang Wushang." Ling Xiao was very sure. Di said towards the dragon formation.
Although he was very reluctant, Long Zhen still accepted Ling Xiao's proposal: "Okay, I'll let you be proud for a few days, and we'll see in a few days."
The formation was broken, and the spirit of the Shenhun Alliance suddenly became energetic. Li Qingxuan took this opportunity to shout loudly: "Brothers, go ahead, we will capture Xihe City today."
"Go ahead."
With the cries of killing rising higher than the wave after wave, more than 500,000 people from the Shenhun Alliance Army poured into Xihe City like a tide.
There is only 80,000 meters between them and Xihe City. For them, it won't take long for them to reach the 80,000 meters without any obstacles.
Sure enough, without the purple light curtain of the Nine Heavens Xuangang Formation, these soul masters worked hard, but in just a few minutes, they were only more than 40,000 meters away from Xihe City.
Looking at this surging crowd, even those mercenaries in Xihe City who had been through life and death and narrowly escaped death could not help but turn pale with fear at this time.
There are more than half a million people. If everyone urinates, they can form a river, let alone if they come to kill them.
They subconsciously looked towards Ling Xiao, but saw that Ling Xiao still looked calm and showed no sign of fear.
"It's time." Ling Xiao muttered to himself, then shouted loudly: "Tiezhu, fire."
"Yes, lord." Zou Tiezhu responded with a roar, and only one cannon was fired.
Those purple-level experts who were blocking the cannonball in the air were about to intercept the cannonball. They were suddenly shocked to discover that the flight trajectory of this cannon was extremely weird, and it was not hitting the team of soul masters at all.
This cannon shot diagonally from the city wall to the ground in front and below, blasting the entire area into mud.
The broken soil flew high forward, like a huge wave rushing towards the team of soul masters.
These soul masters might be frightened if a big cannon blasted past, but this cannon only drove the soil towards them. To them, the impact of the soil was nothing at all.
Li Qingxuan immediately felt a strong ominous premonition in his heart. Based on his understanding of Ling Xiao, Ling Xiao would never do such a meaningless thing.
Sure enough, Li Qingxuan's ominous premonition soon came true.
After the broken earth and mud caused by Ling Xiao's cannon fell, a large green-purple mist 30,000 meters ahead quickly rushed towards the team of soul masters.
This large green-purple mist exuded a drowsy and sweet smell. Immediately, the tens of thousands of soul masters rushing to the front fell to the ground, their faces turned green, as if they had been painted It looks like a face full of green leaf juice.
Li Qingxuan immediately felt that the souls of the soul masters who had fallen on the ground were quickly flying out of their bodies, flying to unknown directions.
"Ah, they are dead." The soul masters at the rear screamed again and again, and then they quickly smelled a large amount of green-purple mist, and they all collapsed on the ground and died silently.
"Green basket of soul-stealing incense, everyone, hold your breath quickly and step back." Dozens of purple-level experts rushing forward turned into real "purple-level" people, with their faces turning green and purple, and in a certain proficient Under the shout of the purple-level expert from the elixir, these hundreds of purple-level experts retreated as fast as possible.
The soul masters on the ground had long sensed that something was wrong, but many of them could no longer lift their legs at this time, as if they were suffering from soft foot disease, and they fell limply on the ground one by one.
"Can't breathe air, can't..." Although their consciousness was clear, their eyes gradually became blurred. The endless sleepiness made them unable to open their eyes, and they closed them unconsciously.
Those guys who were not deeply poisoned were about to retreat when suddenly three more crystal energy cannons sounded that resounded throughout the world.
"Ah." After losing the protection of those purple-level experts, those people could only watch the purple cannonball getting closer and closer to them.
There was a loud bang, purple light and blood flashed in front of their eyes, and then they lost the last of their consciousness.
"Retreat." Li Qingxuan shouted at the top of his lungs until he finally left a distance of 100,000 meters from Xihe City. After counting the number of people, there were only 350,000 people left in the army of 500,000.
Li Qingxuan's face couldn't twitch even if he wanted to. Even his strong heart couldn't accept such heavy casualties for a while.
He stared blankly as Xihe City was slowly surrounded by the purple-green mist and disappeared before his eyes, his mind going blank.
"It's so tragic..." Many survivors couldn't help but secretly rejoice that they were still alive. They all looked at Li Qingxuan with strange eyes, and the meaning was obvious.
"Could it be that I can't even attack Xihe City even if I kill all these people?" Li Qingxuan finally came to his senses and faced the doubtful looks cast by these people at him, his firm heart finally wavered.
He knew that even if he finally invaded Xihe City, he would still be a sinner in front of all the soul master sects.
Because of his wrong command, most of the elites of the Shenhun Sect lost most of their lives. This kind of loss was something that Li Qingxuan could not bear the responsibility for.
Just when Li Qingxuan was about to give up completely, the communication soul stone on his body suddenly lit up, and then his numb face finally had a strange expression: "Everyone, stay where you are, the high priest will be here tomorrow Here, the high priest said that the Lord of Souls has rewarded him with a Heavenly Soul artifact that can deal with Ling Xiao's God-Slaying weapon, and the day when Xihe City will be destroyed is just around the corner."
At this time, no matter how many nice words Li Qingxuan said, it would not help. Facts have proved that Nangong Yuzhuo's words were correct, and his decision to let those disciples return to Diqianmen was even more wise.
Everyone despised Li Qingxuan in their hearts. Although they wanted to abandon Li Qingxuan, due to the face of the Tower of Souls, they finally stayed. They were waiting for Yue Xianan's arrival to see if they would do anything for him. This battle saves some situations.
At this time, Ling Xiao came to the corpses of hundreds of thousands of dead soul masters and desperately used the gods and demon tokens to absorb these souls.
It wasn't until Ling Xiao could no longer notice the wandering spirit that he stretched himself out, shouted "Happy", and then turned around and returned to Xihe City.
Nangong Yuzhuo watched Ling Xiao's entire command, and was so impressed by Ling Xiao's scheduling and arrangements: "Ling Xiao, I, Nangong Yuzhuo, seldom convince others, and you are one of the few."
Ling Xiao chuckled and said: "Thank you, you can praise me again after I defeat these guys."
The mercenaries in Xihe City all seemed to be in a dream: the enemy just retreated, it seemed, it seemed...most of them were killed or injured.
A miracle, what a miracle.
They all hugged each other excitedly, celebrating that they had witnessed such a magical moment.
"Long live Boss Ling Xiao."
"Long live Xihe City."
The loud shouts spread far away, like Xihe City's declaration of war...
The third day of daytime fighting in Xihe City ended with the disastrous defeat of the Shenhun Alliance Army.
"We really can't go on like this. Otherwise, hundreds of us purple-level people will join forces and level Xihe City together." In the main meeting camp at night, those purple-level strong men remembered that they had retreated because of the poison during the day, and then Exposing the troops on the ground to crystal energy cannons made me feel ashamed.
This is the second time that these purple-level experts have abandoned the ground troops. No wonder the soul masters of the ground troops don't trust them. When danger comes, they don't just care about themselves and escape faster than anyone else.
In order to save face, a purple-level powerhouse finally couldn't hold back anymore and wanted to make a desperate move.
Li Qingxuan pondered for a long time and felt that this was his last chance. He couldn't help but make up his mind and said: "Okay, you can go ahead and give it a try, but if the situation goes bad, you should put your own safety first."
The purple-level experts couldn't help but rolled their eyes: When did you, Li Qingxuan, become so concerned about us?
"By the way, do you have any way to get rid of the poisonous mist of the green basket's life-threatening fragrance?" Li Qingxuan suddenly asked: "This poison is really vicious."
A medicine-refining elder from the Earthly Immortal Sect hummed: "With the soul-clearing pill I refined, I don't have to worry about any poison. If I hadn't expected that the devil Ling Xiao would use such a cruel poison, I would If we had refined the soul-clearing pill in advance, we wouldn't have suffered such heavy losses today."
"Hindsight." Li Qingxuan cursed the elder fiercely in his heart, but he still wanted to rely on them to turn the battle back, so he bowed to the elder extremely politely and said, "Then I'll thank you all."
Whoosh... Purple shadows disappeared in front of Li Qingxuan's eyes under the darkness of night.
Shang Ziheng, who was resting in a tent, felt the departure of these powerful men, and was secretly shocked: they wanted to attack Xihe City by surprise.
Shang Ziheng's hand subconsciously took out the soul stone that was used to contact Ling Xiao. He was about to contact Ling Xiao when he suddenly put down the soul stone again.
"Should we inform Uncle Thirteen?" Shang Ziheng was caught in a conflicting situation and found it difficult to make a decision.
If you don't inform the Thirteenth Master, if he suddenly faces a surprise attack by hundreds of purple-level people, he will most likely die, and Shang Ziheng will feel guilty for the rest of his life.
But if he informed the Thirteenth Master, those purple-level experts would be the ones who died.
Shang Ziheng's heart ached when he thought of the hundreds of thousands of people who died during the day. Among those who died, there were also fellow disciples of his Haotian Sect.
Facing the death of his sect members, Shang Ziheng could not remain indifferent.
On one side is his uncle, and on the other side are other disciples who may die because of this. How should Shang Ziheng make a choice?