Become a Fairy

The two sides are like two torrents colliding together, attacking their key points, and the victory is quickly determined. The number of hundreds of corpses accounts for the vast majority. After destroying the hundred monks and soldiers, there are still more than two hundred corpses. A formidable and terrifying army.

"Let those people go, the matter has come to an end, there is no other way." Wen Changyun sighed.

"Do one's best and listen to the destiny. In Wangyue's Immortal Cultivation Realm, one enemy is three, and I have fought hard for two hundred years. It is not easy to persist until today. Sigh——"

Chen Henian's brothers also had a gloomy expression. These two hundred corpses were enough to break through Mochizuki's already weak frontline in the world of cultivating immortals. Even if the backhand is used, it can only be delayed for a while. Once the army of monks on the ground is defeated, the warships in the sky will win, and the situation is over.

The Taoist lineage of Mochizuki's world of cultivating immortals, with their dry Nascent Soul monks, will never be interrupted. It's just that the new generation of monks has been hit so hard, and it will definitely cause a phenomenon of incompleteness in the future. Mochizuki, who sits in the Qingyu Continent's largest immortal world, will also cease to exist. Even reduced to a small cultivating force that is not even as good as the stars, struggling in the wilderness.

"It's a matter here, it's a big deal to go to the Southern Wilderness later, or the bad luck in the world of cultivating immortals in Xingxiu, it won't really push us to a dead end."

A group of Nascent Soul monks have already made arrangements for the aftermath. At this time, the monks in Mochizuki's world of cultivating immortals are still making their final efforts for the battle situation.

Thirty-two Jindan late-stage monks from the Ancient Sword Sect, Lingxiao Palace, Yuanxing Palace and other sects came chasing after the wind and chasing the moon, each holding a formation flag. Every four people form a small team. Most of the monks are old, over five hundred years old, and there is no hope of conceiving a baby. They have studied the formation together for more than ten years, just to bring some turning point to Mochizuki's world of cultivating immortals at the critical moment. After seeing the more than two hundred refining corpses raging below, each of them had a look of determination on their faces.

If these two hundred corpses are not blocked, Mochizuki's fragile frontline in the world of cultivating immortals will collapse at the first touch!

"Let's go!" The leader is Yuan Ganglie, the deputy suzerain of the ancient sword sect.

This person let out a loud roar, and the array flag in his hand suddenly enlarged, straight into the void, and the other cultivators released the array flags in their hands, and the sound of the flag burst. The wind and thunder rolled.

"Gather the wind and thunder from all directions, sweep away the demons! Punish fellow Taoists, join me in eliminating demons and defending the Tao!"

Yuan Gang's voice was like thunder, his whiskers flew, and a stream of extremely pure mana penetrated into the banners, and the banners lined up.

A pillar of thunder fell from the sky.

"Eight-directed wind and thunder smashing the demon array!" Chi Chanzi and Huo Yuming from Lingxiao Palace, Feng Jinshan from Yuanxing Palace, and many monks from the Wanshou Sect yelled. A set of array flags arouses wind and thunder from all directions, the sky is bright and clear, and the sun is covered by darkness for a while, the color of the sky and the earth changes, and thunder clouds overwhelm the city.

The array flags communicated with the heaven and the earth, and pillars of wind and thunder hit the group of refining corpses.

In the crowd of refining corpses, there was a shrill howl, and the refining corpses were continuously blown into flying ash by the wind and thunder.

There are also a large number of corpse refiners spitting out corpse pills to compete with the power of the formation, but Lei Fa is born to ward off evil spirits, and the corpse refinement is extremely embarrassing under the formation.

The wind and thunder smashing the magic formation from all directions is so powerful, but all the monks in the world of Wangyue cultivating immortals are not happy. Every time a pillar of wind and thunder falls, the rosiness on the faces of the thirty-two late-stage Jindan monks who preside over the formation will fade away. For the time being, after the successive pillars of wind and thunder fell, these people's faces were already faintly ashamed.

"Uncle Huo, Uncle Chi." Among the monks in Lingxiao Palace, Zhu Ling and Leng Qiaoyu slashed the enemy in front of them with a sword. Gradually receding, each with tears in their eyes.

These Jindan cultivators were already the pillars of the palace gate when they were still in the Qi refining stage, but now they want to activate the formation at the cost of their lives.

Under the onslaught of the Zhanyue League, knowing that there is nothing to be done, it is so tragic.

On the corpse boat of Yoyo Ghost Corpse, the aura of the corpse rose again, and huge corpse vultures soared into the sky. Cover up the moon. In a dense mass of darkness, the threatening corpse pill smashed at the flag.

The monks of the Zhanyue League cheered, and the morale of the monks of Mochizuki Immortal Cultivation World also fell to the bottom.

"The general trend is over!" Seeing the more than two hundred monsters rushing out suddenly, even Wen Changyun and other Nascent Soul cultivators sat back down. The more than two hundred Jindan-level corpses that have reached the battlefield are already a drop in the bucket.

The morale of Mochizuki's world of cultivating immortals is depressed, even the eight-direction wind and thunder demon array is crumbling under the attack of more than ten times the refining corpses and corpses. Thirty-two golden core late-stage monks with pure mana, their vitality is as strong as the naked eye. Visible speed is fading.

At this moment, there was a sound of sails beating, and dozens of beams of light hit the vultures, causing them to scream.

I saw four undamaged flying warships and one flying kite warship riding the wind and breaking the clouds. Headed by the first song, the huge ships rowed across the front of the formation.

The beams of light fired by the spirit cannon were truly dazzling.

Lu Xiaotian stood on the bow of the boat with his hands tied, his clothes fluttering, his face was cold, maybe Chen Heyu and the others behind him were already desperate, and they didn't urge him anymore. Only when they arrived now did they realize that the battle was so critical.

Lu Xiaotian stood quietly at the bow of the ship, looking down at the battlefield, and seeing the monks of the various sects presiding over the formation of wind and thunder from all directions, his heart was as calm as his, and he couldn't help being moved at this moment. Even though there were various sects, there were quite a few monks in the past who were filthy, intrigued, and killed each other, but at this time of crisis, these older generation of Golden Core monks were so sincerely united and died generously.

Desperate to defend the way, nothing more than the case.

More than 200 corpse vultures, it looks like a lot, but five warships spread out one word, fifty-two spirit cannons can kill many of them in one volley, if it is those scattered corpses, it is not easy to deal with , After all, they were a little scattered, but these corpse vultures had just come out, and they hadn't spread out in the air yet. He was suddenly killed by Lu Xiaotian with five warships.

After firing a round of spirit cannons, the second round of spirit cannons was fired again quickly. Even though there are many powerful ninth-level corpse monsters among these corpse vultures, even if they were not directly killed by a single shot, many of them had their wings hurt. Lost, hovering and falling from the air, the pressure of the thirty-two monks in the formation suddenly decreased.

"It's my warship from Lingxiao Palace that has arrived." Many monks from Lingxiao Palace saw the flag on the warship, and suddenly there was a sound of tide.

The five warships were all under the banner of Lingxiao Palace, although in the eyes of everyone, this is impossible, whether it is the Zongmen sect of the Zhanyue League or the most powerful ancient sword in the world of Mochizuki Immortal Cultivation Zong and Qingdan Palace did not have such a lineup either. Even Qingdan Palace, which is famous for its richness and uniqueness in alchemy, has been supplemented after several battle losses. Now there are only two flying warships and two flying kite warships.