Immortal and Demon Cultivation

The theatergoers seemed to be very well-educated. The sect leaders of the Righteous Way and the Demon Sect all relied on their status and showed an attitude of not changing their expressions despite the collapse of the mountain. They were all talking in low voices about the battle situation in front of them.

Ye Xiaochuan was still honest at first. Surrounded by a group of big guys, he didn't dare to be presumptuous.

But as the battle situation continued to change, this boy became restless again.

On the western battlefield, the southern Xinjiang wizards, corpse exorcists, and Piao Miao Pavilion were mainly dealing with the newly reorganized Taixu tribe. Hundreds of thousands of people were holding the soft persimmon, but it seemed that it was not broken.

This made Ye Xiaochuan jump up and curse in anger.

"The Four Spirits Entrapment and Killing Formation! Are you idiots...why is it still the Six-in-One and Eight-Desolate Formation! Change the formation quickly!"

After cursing the battlefield to the west, he started to curse the battlefield to the north. Li Xuanyin, the great disciple of the Xuantian Sect, in order to restore the reputation of the Xuantian Sect, led his men to charge into the battle in person, holding the Luoying Divine Sword in the Luoying Hongxia. Like Zhao Zilong of Changshan who entered and exited seven times, he was killed into a blood gourd, following him. Hundreds of Xuantians behind you

The disciples of the sect were also killed into blood gourds.

However, the good times did not last long, and a group of monks from the Tiangan Department quickly filled the empty space that Li Xuanyin had exchanged for his life. Ye Xiaochuan cursed: "Are the follow-up teams dead? They are all greedy for life and afraid of death. Why are you fighting! Li Xuanyin, there is something wrong with your command! This is a melee of hundreds of thousands of people, not a one-on-one fight on Duantianya. Personal bravery is ridiculous, being blocked by others

Come on..."

Then Ye Xiaochuan turned his head and pointed at the battlefield to the west, cursing Feng Tianqiong and others. Even Liu Huachang, a great beauty, he didn't even keep his words.

He never cursed the personal cultivation of these guys, because these people's cultivation was indeed impeccable.

In the past fifteen years, not only his cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, but also the elite disciples who once shined in the Duantian Cliff fighting arena are also improving.

Ye Xiaochuan just kept cursing these elite disciples as foolhardy fools.

The surrounding good and evil bosses suddenly turned to look at Ye Xiaochuan, who was dancing and cursing in the crowd.

Yun Qiyou, who had been admiring Ye Xiaochuan's side face, had already hid to the side at this moment. His eyes were looking at his nose, and his nose was looking at his heart. He looked completely like this guy and I didn't recognize him. Ye Xiaochuan didn't seem to feel the countless eyes looking at him, nor did he realize how funny and embarrassing it was for him to dance around in a group of big guys. He ignored everything, and he only looked in front of him. battlefield, this

A battlefield that can determine the fate of the world. The drunk Taoist's face was as red as the monkey's butt in Cangyun Mountain. He covered Ye Xiaochuan's mouth. At this time, Ye Xiaochuan discovered that many respected seniors such as Yu Jizi, Qiankunzi, Tuoba Yu, etc. were looking at Big Eyes. Staring at himself with small eyes

See for yourself.

He suddenly realized what he had done, scratched his head, and said with a dry laugh: "Don't you think it feels good to shout loudly?"

Everyone was speechless for a while.

Gui Nu, the current actual controller of Gui Xuan Sect, suddenly yelled at the top of his lungs, and more demon sect elders or sect leaders followed suit. Demon sect disciples have never cared about demeanor, let alone what cultivation is. A group of old men and women who could roll up their sleeves and spit at each other during a meeting in the Wild Temple could hold it in for so long without shouting. already

It is a very difficult thing.

They had long wanted to scream at the top of their lungs, but because there were many righteous leaders around them, they suppressed it...

Now, they can't hold it back anymore.

The curses of these demon sect bosses are not as elegant as Ye Xiaochuan. Ye Xiaochuan used to always quarrel with women, but he couldn't quarrel with each other. He learned from the experience and bought a few books on cursing without using curse words, and studied for several years.

Therefore, no matter how angry or sad Ye Xiaochuan is, he will never greet the other party's eighteenth-generation female relatives like the disciples of the Demon Cult.

He never swore a bad word, but he was even more vicious.

So much so that Baili Yuan, Wan Yan Wu Lei and other shrews who were good at quarreling became angry at Ye Xiaochuan's vicious words during their scoldings.

Shouts and curses kept coming from the crowd of human bosses watching the battle from the north. At first, it was only Ye Xiaochuan, and then the ghost slaves and some demon sect elders joined. In the end, except for the leaders of several major sects, everyone else seemed to be shouting loudly. It seemed that this kind of shouting at the top of their lungs, it turned out that than before

It's more fun to discuss in a low voice with the people around you.

Until dusk comes.

Dusk does not belong to the battlefield, whether it is the Qixing Mountain battlefield or the Eagle Beak Cliff battlefield. The second line of defense stationed by Zhao Mengyuan was already in danger. More than half of the more than one million human soldiers assigned to him by Zhao Shiqu had been lost at this moment. Countless large and small caves on the cliffs on both sides of the valley were destroyed by the several-hour-long fighting. in, by

The skeleton army attacked one by one.

Without the firing of eight oxen crossbows on both sides, what was left was a bloody battle in the narrow valley.

Feng Zhiang, the coach of the third line of defense five miles behind, has begun to prepare for a desperate battle with the enemy.

Zhao Mengyuan was indeed a fierce general who was no weaker than Zhao Zian. Amidst the roaring of war drums, he drew his Mo Dao and led the death squads gathered in the valley to charge south along the canyon.

Fighting in a valley with narrow terrain, without the cover of the eight oxen crossbows on both sides, the human soldiers had almost no advantage.

The narrow terrain made it impossible for one giant warrior to pass through the barrier. Dozens of giant warriors rushing in front could block the passage of the entire canyon.

The fighting in the canyon started when the last ray of light fell before dusk.

One side rushes north along the canyon, and the other side rushes south along the canyon. There are steep mountains on both sides. There is only one road, but this is not a single-plank bridge where the brave will win.

Human soldiers have huge disadvantages in size and strength. Fighting in this terrain will only turn into a one-sided massacre.

Zhan Ying had thought of this beforehand, so Zhan Ying predicted that at least 15 million people would be lost in this battle. Zhao Mengyuan tried his best. With 1.2 million people, he withstood the second line of defense for a whole day. More than 100,000 heavenly warriors were killed, and most of them were burned to death or killed by the eight bulls on both sides. Those who were shot to death by crossbows, of course, were also

Killed by a huge rolling stone.

The sound of the charging war drums was infinitely amplified in the mountains and canyons, and the sound of fighting was also infinitely amplified.

The volleys of bows and crossbows did little harm to the giant warriors. After three volleys, the two sides were in close combat.

The giant warrior, who was three to four feet tall, wielded a long-handled heavy weapon weighing hundreds of kilograms, like a sickle for cutting grass. Every time he swept it, a large piece of the short human in front of him would fall down. As a result, another killing machine in this prepared killing fortress was pushed out of the mountain.