Guo Twelve nodded and said, "I'll go to the right."
The ancestor of Nan Qiang said: "Okay, leave the left side to me." He roared, released his altar, and rushed to the left. Only then did Guo Twelve see that the altar of the ancestor of Nan Qiang was indeed handsome.
The old man guessed the fifth floor.
The handsome old man said: "This guy's strength should be pretty good." It's hard for him to praise others. If he says he's good, then he's really good.
Guo Twelve looked at the sky. It was already dark. Due to the countless talisman lights flashing below, he could still clearly see the battle between the two sides.
The handsome old man said in a deep voice: "Boy, you just need to fly close to the ground, as long as it is ten meters above the ground. Don't worry about the rest." After saying this, the talisman light flashed, the altar's defense rose, and he shouted: "Let's go!"
Guo Twelve turned his head and said: "Uncle Eagle Demon, you are on my left, Nanyou, you are on the right, in a triangle formation, don't mess up, help me guard against sneak attacks!"
When Guo Twelve's huge altar appeared on the flank, the professionals of the Gunan family let out a burst of crazy cheers. In this era, the altar masters are indeed at the pinnacle of their profession, at least in this place and in their hometown.
As for other places, he has never been there and doesn’t know the situation yet.
The altar is like a floating battleship. The most terrifying thing is the countless tentacles extending from the sides and bottom of the altar, like a huge broom. As long as the altar passes by, all the professionals will be swept aside. Although not
As for his death, he was brutally killed by the Gunan family army that followed, causing heavy casualties.
The altar was swept back and forth, and everything he passed was in chaos. Guo Twelve had not used the sacrificial treasure yet, but just used the tentacles of the ancient peccary on the altar, and achieved such great results. If he used the sacrificial treasure, even without the handsome old man taking action, he would just use the moon
With just one blade, he could kill thousands of people. But he didn't do that because he didn't want to be an executioner. He wasn't here to kill, he was here to fish in troubled waters.
The defense on the right was messed up by Guo Twelve, and the professionals of the Gujin family were immediately defeated.
The handsome old man said excitedly: "Go to the center!"
Guo Twelve flew all the way, and countless tentacles took the opportunity to collect the scattered souls. The handsome old man was already smiling. The harvest this time was much greater than the last time.
When the Nanqiang ancestors and Guo Twelve joined the attacking army, the entire Gujin family army collapsed. The opposing ancestors had no family ancestors to restrain them. Once they joined the battle, it would be a huge disaster.
In the violent flow of people, unless they are professionals above the Great Saint Master, they have some ability to protect themselves. Other professionals can only follow the crowd and it all depends on their luck. There are countless virtual talisman attacks everywhere.
Talisman arrows, Talisman javelins, various attribute attacks, if you don't pay attention, you will end up in a state of life or death.
Guo Twelve sat at the top of the altar, his face livid. He no longer used his tentacles to attack the professionals below because the scene was too bloody. Suddenly, he saw a small team trapped in a tight siege, and everyone was fighting to the death. That team's
He actually knew the person.
He immediately drove the altar to teleport over, and in an instant, the tentacles of the ancient peccary pulled seven people onto the altar. He asked: "Nanfeng, why are you here?"
Nan Feng almost collapsed on the ground. Although he was a senior great sage master, he was already exhausted trying to protect the six team members. After breathing for a while, he said: "Ancestor, we rushed too fast."
Guo Twelve said in surprise: "Holy shit, Nan Bao? You, a kid, dare to join?"
Nan Bao was only twelve years old. He was a senior fuwu master. He held a fudong knife that was almost as tall as him. He was the only one among the seven who was not injured.
Nan Bao smiled shyly and said, "My father said that by joining the brutal battle as early as possible, you can better digest the inheritance."
The handsome old man took over the command of the altar. He needed more souls, so he needed the altar to fly toward a place with many dead people, but Guo Twelve always failed to meet his requirements. The handsome old man was very dissatisfied with this, and took advantage of the opportunity.
Taking advantage of his opportunity to talk to the team, he immediately took over the control of the altar. Guo Twelve didn't care, he knew what the handsome old man wanted.
Nan Xiaotong hugged Nan Bao lovingly and said with a smile: "Xiao Bao is our lucky star." She is a junior Great Saint Master and has considerable strength in the team.
Guo Twelve knew in his heart that the task of this team must be to protect Nan Bao, otherwise they would not all be injured, but the little guy didn't do anything at all. This was not entirely luck.
Nan Feng supported Nan Zhao, fed him a Fu Dan, and then bandaged the wound. He said, "I almost couldn't hold on anymore. It was so chaotic that I didn't have time to defend myself."
Nan Zhao had a broken arm and a deep wound on his face. He was the most seriously injured. The others had some injuries. After using the Fu Dan, there was basically no problem. With the protection of the altar, their team
It's considered safe.
From time to time, Guo Twelve grabbed some seriously injured professionals and brought them to the altar. As the altar drifted, more and more Gunan family professionals gathered on the altar, and Luo Zhan also began to help treat them. These people were all seriously injured.
If Guo Twelve didn't save them, they would definitely not survive.
As the number of people increased, the altar was no longer enough. Guo Twelve said: "Let's go back first."
There are also many seriously wounded people on the altars of Ying Mo and Nan You. Guo Twelve's altar couldn't fit on it, so he directly threw it up with the tentacles of the ancient Xizhu. Now it is also full of wounded people. The altars of the three of them have a total of about
There were more than 800 injured people, and the people from the Nanfeng team almost became rescue team members.
The three altars returned to the camp at lightning speed and found an open space. Guo Twelve shouted: "Come here!"
Immediately, many auxiliary soldiers came, all low-level disciples. Guo Twelve used the tentacles of the ancient peccary to put the wounded on the ground and said: "Organize manpower to treat them."
Nanfeng said: "Ancestor, leave it to me to take charge here."
Guo Twelve nodded and said: "Okay, you organize the manpower, I have to go to the battlefield."
Although the handsome old man was impatient, he did not lose his temper or curse. After Guo Twelve left the wounded in the camp, he controlled the altar and flew to the battlefield. At this time, the Gujin family's army had completely collapsed, and the sky was completely
Now that it's dark, now is a good time to actually collect souls.
Sitting on the altar, Guo Twelve said: "Uncle Luo, I hope the war will not fall on our hometown. Sometimes I think it is better to close the continent where Beifumen is located. If it is discovered by a behemoth like the Gu family,
Beifumen has no ability to resist."
Luo Zhan thought for a moment and said: "No, in fact, if the Gu family takes a fancy, I would rather join. I'm afraid that it would be miserable if those middle-level continental sects take a fancy."
Guo Twelve said: "Well, it makes sense. The Gu family has a whole set of methods to utilize and develop the low-level continent. They can conquer it without relying on a bloody process, while the sects in the mid-level continent are different." He remembered that in his previous life, if a remote country
If it is developed by the state, local residents can still get some benefits, but if it is developed by towns and villages, the difference will be huge.
The large army had already chased the defeated troops, and the battlefield fell silent. Only the talisman light was flashing in the distance, and there were faint explosions. Guo Twelve's altar followed slowly, because there were countless dead bodies along the way, handsome
The old man controlled the soul-catching beard and collected souls quickly.
Behind the altar were a large number of low-level disciples, who were responsible for collecting corpses and looking for seriously injured disciples. There were talisman lights, and one end of the general camp was brightly lit.
Guo Twelve's altar is very slow because it is controlled by a handsome old man. This guy is like a greedy vampire, collecting scattered souls bit by bit. The altar floats back and forth, with countless tentacles flying in the air. Although Eagle Demon and Nan You are worried
There were doubts, but the two of them ignored it and just followed Guo Twelve's flight to the altar.
Gradually, they could see the large group of people pursuing them in front of them, as well as countless prisoners.
The professionals who were escorting the captives began to order the prisoners to move the corpses, collect the storage bags and talismans carried by the corpses, dig a large pit, and bury the bodies of the dead professionals of the Gujin family. As for the corpses of the professionals of the Gunan family, they were
Put it aside and wait for it to be transported back.
The army of the Gunan family pursued for more than a hundred kilometers overnight. The army of the Gujin family retreated steadily, and finally temporarily stabilized their position a hundred kilometers away and established a simple defense line.
In this battle, the Gujin family lost three masters of the virtual altar and seriously injured two masters of the first-level altar. The army's casualties reached 270,000, including 90,000 dead. Corpses were everywhere, and about 100,000 were captured.
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The losses suffered by the Gunan family were not small. In addition to the death of the master of the virtual altar, there was also a master of the two-layer altar who was seriously injured. There were also many casualties in the army, a total of 150,000, of which 60,000 were killed.
Guo Twelve had already put away the altar, and he was standing in the temporary camp. The ancestors of Nanqiang and Nanqin were both there. When the statistical data came in, Guo Twelve was also shocked. The total number of deaths on both sides was,
It was as high as 150,000. No wonder the mountains and fields were full of corpses. The war was so cruel.
The ancestor of the Southern Qiang said: "We will wait a while for the follow-up troops to come up and replace the forward troops that suffered heavy losses, and we will launch the attack again."
Guo Twelve discovered that the army here was extremely capable of continuous combat. Before the battlefield was cleared, a steady stream of troops from there had already arrived at the front line.
Rows of tents were set up in the temporary camp, which was a place for senior commanders to rest. Guo Twelve and other altar masters were all assigned to a tent. Guo Twelve was not tired, but he wanted to check the results of the night battle.
reward.
Guo Twelve greeted him and turned around to go to his tent. Luo Zhan and Ying Mo stayed at the door waiting. After Nan You left, his family also had a team coming, and they had to make arrangements.
After entering the tent, Guo Twelve immediately released the altar and asked: "Handsome old man, how do you do?"
The handsome old man popped his head out sneakily, and he said with a cheerful smile: "Boy, you are rich. Hey, the harvest is not small this time. I got a lot of soul fragments, which can be used to condense many, many soul beads."
Guo Twelve asked: "Approximately how many are there?"
The handsome old man smiled and said: "Guess!"
Guo Twelve suddenly fainted. He patted his forehead and said, "I have no idea what to do with this. Tell me quickly, how much is it?"
