Xiuxian!My buff status has no time limit

Doing so seems inappropriate.Many people really hate their teeth itching.

But that's the only way it works.

The enemy is now, and now is not the time to pay attention to democracy and freedom.

Because allowing everyone to make choices freely, it sounds like democracy and freedom, but it sounds like a state of disunity.

As Shenshan Jianshou read out the regulations one by one, the faces of hundreds of power leaders in the field were not very good-looking.

They understood that they were put together by the people above them, but the matter had come to this point, and they had no other choice but to unite together.

After winning the battle and holding on, we all ate meat and drank soup together.

Lost. . .The Stone Ridge monks who fled for their lives and formed allies with them may be their end.

Soon the Chongshan meeting was over.

These things have been agreed in advance, and now they are just notified.

The disciples of various sects and sects who were summoned here in advance have been assigned their respective scopes and tasks, and have been placed in various troops.

But the bewildered disciples still don't know what happened. It is necessary for the leaders of these forces to come forward together so that they can fight with peace of mind.

Moreover, these well-known monks in Dazhong Mountain are also the group of people with the highest cultivation here, and they are the backbone of the war that is most needed.

"Three, there is a strange monk who took out the leader's order."

At this time, another shadow cultivator appeared next to the leaders of the three major sects.

The news that came out made all three of them twitch.

The Master Order of Chongshan has always been held by Jiang Li himself.

Now that it has fallen into the hands of others, could it be that something happened to their Leader Jiang?

"The other party doesn't seem to be malicious, and is currently waiting in the guest room."

This Yinxiu saw the concerns of the three big brothers, and added a sentence, which made them feel a little relieved.

However, the three of them hurried to the guest room and saw the guest who was said to be a little strange.

To be honest, even after some cover-ups, this person's appearance can only be described as strange.

This face and one left and one right are clearly put together by two completely different people.

But these days, it's normal for them to become inhuman and ghost-like by practicing exercises. They have seen a lot, so they didn't say much.

But the lotus platform sitting under the man aroused the strong vigilance of the three suzerains.

"The poor monk Qianshou Ananda, I have seen a few of them."

The person who came was Jiang Li's idol clone.

He himself is in the world of Asura, and he won't be able to come back for a while.

And being there, even the leader's order of the heavy mountain can't break through the world barrier to communicate normally, so Jiang Li can only hand over the leader's order to the idol clone to hold it on his behalf.

And let the statue clone come here first to help the Chongshan League join the war.

"I'm going down to Shenshan Jianyi, I don't know what is the relationship between your Excellency and my leader of Chongshan?"

"Why is Leader Jiang's leader's order in your hands? Also, if I'm not mistaken, the lotus platform under your Excellency should also belong to my heavy mountain alliance."

It was really hard for them to believe why Jiang Li would give the magic lotus to this stranger.

Jiang Li, who has seen the horror of this monster before, should be quite familiar with it.How could such a decision be made.

"Don't worry, the three of you. The poor monk is indeed a friend of League Leader Jiang. Jiang Li and I have a kindness. This time, I came here to help the Chongshan League."

"In this leader's order, there is a message left by leader Jiang."

"He has something important to do now, so he can't get back in time. You still need everyone, and you must do your best to block it for ten days. After ten days, the crisis will be resolved."

The three people on the opposite side quickly took the order of the leader of the heavy mountain, and the information and imprint inside were indeed left by Jiang Li.

The information in it could not have been left behind by persecution, so they were mostly relieved.

Although it feels inappropriate, but now I can only choose to trust Jiang Li first.

The information in the leader's order was not left by Jiang Li in advance.

He didn't know this beforehand.

However, although his physical body has no way to come back directly, but the consciousness of the deity comes to the clone, and then he leaves a message in person, that's all.

"Where's Jiang Li? What did he do?"

"Forget it, let him stay outside. If I'm not defeated, with him around, my Dachongshan won't be completely wiped out."

"Friend Ah, I'm sorry."

They didn't take the phrase that the crisis will be resolved after ten days to heart.

They also didn't intend to let Jiang Li come back to preside over the overall situation.

Jiang Li's current strength has not yet reached that level.They didn't choose this leader for the purpose of tying Jiang Li to death.

But they could see Jiang Li's talent.As long as he is given time, given time, he may not be unable to avenge Da Chongshan.

But it hasn't waited for the two sides to say anything more.There was an explosion in the sky not far away.

A powerful beam of light has already hit the large array of light film.

The fleet of Wantumen has arrived.

As for Jiang Li. . .He's on his way.

Chapter 367

230 flying boats stood across the sky, and the oppressive feeling that covered most of the sky was enough to make insects and beasts in the mountains flee.

Only then did the monks of the Chongshan League who raised their heads realize what kind of enemy they were about to face.

The people of Wantumen had no so-called attack plan at all.

Their plan was to attack.

From the naked course of action, it can be seen that these guys don't pay attention to this remote world of cultivating immortals at all.

Wu Fan, head of the Wantu Sect, wearing a scarlet crown, was standing on top of a huge warship at the forefront, staring indifferently at the buildings with carved beams and painted buildings below.

The Wantu Sect had previously sent blood knife guards into Dachong Mountain to investigate information.

Although they were wiped out in time by the monks of the Zhongshan League led by Jiang Li, it is impossible to hide this basic information from others.

This is the center of Dazhong Mountain's world of cultivating immortals, and they planned to come here to attack Huanglong directly.

"Below the head of the sect is the core of the Dachongshan area, the headquarters of the Chongshan League. It is also the secret place of the lost medicine garden of Wanxuanzong, the predecessor of our sect."

"As long as this place is defeated, the Dazhong Mountain Immortal Cultivation World will no longer have the power to resist. Those thousands of years of spiritual materials will also return to their original owners."

Standing beside Wu Fan was a servant holding a knife with a pale face.

Although his complexion was ugly, in front of Ufan, he was still flattering from the bottom of his heart.That shrill voice was more like a rootless person in the palace.

The ground-level blood knife of the head of the Wantu Sect is usually not worn by himself, but by such a knife-wielding servant who follows him everywhere.

This kind of knife-holding servant is similar to some cauldron furnaces of Yin-picking and Acacia exercises. The exercises are special, and they are all for others to make wedding dresses.

All the practice of the sword servant is to make a wedding dress for the sword he holds.

A high-quality sword-holding servant can greatly improve the grade and power of the treasured sword, and is a very effective means of strengthening and maintenance.

It's just that this kind of occupation, after taking up the job, has a short lifespan of three to five months, and a long life of three to five years, and will be sucked dry by the knife in hand.

"Sect Leader, do you want to give those guys below a chance to surrender?"

The servant holding the knife is also Wu Fan's most trusted confidant and close servant. Although his term of office is short, he can talk to the head and serve him at any time, and he is also the object of many people's fawning.

"If you covet something you shouldn't covet, you don't need to talk to them and kill them."

The faint words spit out, as if what he is facing now is not a world of cultivating immortals with a vast area and a long tradition.

Instead, he was carrying a pot of boiling water and was about to pour it into the ant nest.

"The head has an order, massacre!"

The sharp voice of the servant holding the knife resounded.

hum!

The air trembled and rippled, and then 230 spaceship cannons fired at the bottom.

230 beams of light, thick or thin, pierced straight down into the building complex below in a downward slash.

The seemingly thick formation shield was as fragile as a piece of paper, and was easily and completely destroyed under the bombardment of this scale of spiritual cannons.

Those buildings that looked like fairyland on earth were easily destroyed like paper shells.

Those low-level monks, under their artillery fire, could not muster any courage to resist at all, and knelt down with their heads in their hands, ready to die.

Then, under the ruthless devastation of their artillery fire, they were buried together with those buildings.

Those screams became the soundtrack that complemented each other under their cannon fire.

Easy, simple, and so smooth!

The monks of Wantumen, who had been fighting for more than a month, finally felt the wonderful feeling of bullying the weak.

These lunatics who enjoy killing people don't feel like they can't do it at all.

Their bombing lasted for half an hour in a carpet-like manner.

It wasn't until the cannon's muzzle became hot that the spirit stones on the cannon charging array turned into waste, and then it slowly stopped.

Below, the area they bombed just now has already been turned into a pile of pitted ruins, and it is almost difficult to see the wreckage of a building.Thick black smoke hung over it.

But apart from those crazy and excited disciples, the senior management of Wan Tu Clan, who had experienced many battles, realized that something was wrong.

They captured Chaos Stone Ridge not long ago.

The process of capturing a world of cultivating immortals is still fresh in their memory.

Although the world of cultivating immortals was unable to contend with them head-on, the Black Rock City as the core was also captured by them within seven days.

But that process was not so easy.

Moreover, the scope of the entire area is so large, and the mobility of the monks is strong.

Breaking up into pieces and running alone, hiding in deep mountains and old forests and running for thousands of miles, as long as you are careful, even a foundation-building monk can do it.

After losing the frontal battlefield, various guerrillas, harassment, raids, underground lurking, and repeated saw-saws dragged on for a long time before they stabilized the situation there.

However, this big mountain is a bit weird.

How does it feel, what they attacked is not like the core of a world of cultivating immortals, but a mortal town, which is so fragile that it doesn't look like it.

Could it be that the main force in the world of cultivating immortals has already fled because of fear of the momentum of Wantumen?

"Let people go down and have a look."

With an order from the superior, the cabins of the two warships were opened, and the disciples of the Wantu Sect who had already been prepared inside swarmed down with their magic weapons.

Going down to clean the battlefield in the first echelon is a real fat job. As long as the luck is not too bad, you can get a lot of gains no matter what.

It's just that when they stepped on the ruins, the excitement quickly faded away.

Why does this battlefield feel different from the previous ones?

Here, they always feel as if something is missing.

There are ruins, debris, soot. . .But what about corpses and gore?

This is it, here. . .Why is there no familiar smell of blood before?

A disciple grabbed a piece of building wreckage and squeezed it casually, and the piece of wreckage shattered in his hands like foam.

When did he become so powerful?

No, he is just a young man who has built a foundation, so the problem should lie in these building materials.

Taking a closer look, the wreckage of these buildings on the ground does not look like the core of the area built with high-grade materials.

It was clearly all made of yellow mud and grass pulp, randomly built in the simplest way.

From the top to the bottom, it seems that the scale is very large.But in fact, even ordinary people probably don't think much of this kind of shoddy house.