Half a month.
Outside the military city wall, which stretches nine thousand miles from east to west, it is enough to turn into a slaughterhouse of flesh and blood.
Every day, hundreds of thousands of snowfield warriors die.
Arrows, Pill Pills, Chaos Fire Crossbow, Super Main Cannon.
Occasionally, the sun's golden shuttle sets crazily in the sky.
High in the sky, the masters of the gods gathered by Wu Tie fought hard with the elders of the Snowfield tribe.
The number of generals and nobles of the Wu Kingdom, the elders of the major tribes of the Fuxi Kingdom, the elders of the three thousand major tribes under the jurisdiction of the Chiyang Mountain, and the elders of the gods of the Xueyuan tribe are not as large as the number of people summoned by Wu Tie.
No matter how many gods-level warriors are dispatched by the Snowfield Tribe, there will always be an old guy in the military city who is of equal strength, covered in pearls and jewels, and has brought countless defensive secret treasures to show up, and it is hard to tell them apart or to compete with them.
The elders of the gods were entangled, and all the power of the giant ice sculptures was thrown into the Xuanming Formation. The soldiers of the Snowfield Tribe could only use their own flesh and blood to attack the military city built by the Mo family with all their efforts.
Thirty-six four-spirit warships hung high in the air, and the huge warship was like a golden dragon more than ten thousand feet long, entrenched viciously above the clouds. There were tens of thousands of other warships, large and small, forming a military formation. These killer weapons made with the pinnacle skills of the Wu Kingdom continuously spit out high-temperature light beams towards the battlefield.
The snowfield warriors roared in with the cold wind and ice crystals all over the sky, and the violent attacks released in the military city smashed their cold wind and ice crystals into pieces.
The Five Elements Taoist stood in the middle of the north wall of the military city. Behind him, a giant mulberry tree with a height of three thousand feet stood majestically. On the top of the giant mulberry tree, a fist-sized bird jumped, making a hoarse "quacking" sound happily, releasing a wave of energy all over his body. Intense light and heat.
The heat released by the three-legged Golden Crow is like a small sun on this battlefield with a radius of thousands of miles.
The ice crystals and cold wind were offset by the wild attacks in the military city. The heat released by the three-legged Golden Crow directly acted on the snowfield warriors, their mounts and war birds.
In half a month, at least tens of millions of snowfield warriors, war beasts and war birds left the battlefield due to heatstroke.
Fat and strong snowfield warriors, snowfield war beasts covered with long hair, snowfield warbirds with thick feathers... Before they had time to get used to the temperature in the south, they were thrown into a huge furnace and roasted.
I feel so sorry for them.
The young mages of many tribes tried their best to stir up the cold wind, trying to offset the unfavorable environment on the battlefield.
However, the Five Elements Taoist, combined with the giant mulberry and the three-legged golden crow, is as powerful as two or three masters of the tenth level of the god realm. How can these little mages of the fetal treasure realm and the life pool realm be able to resist
The cold wind dissipated, the ice crystals melted, and pillars of light fell to the ground on the battlefield. Fires shot up into the sky. Large groups of mushroom clouds swallowed up countless snowfield warriors. The nearby snowfield warriors were roasted and covered with oil and sweat. Many people charged and charged. Then he fell to the ground.
Occasionally there are extremely outstanding elites among the snowfield warriors, who are at the peak of the womb realm or half-step to the divine realm, and can actually exert the lethality of the first level of the divine realm.
Immediately, Yin and Yang Qi fell from the sky like giant scissors, easily twisting them into two pieces, and one after another, the Canghai Divine Pearl fell on their heads, beating these top elites who had worked so hard to cultivate from the Snowfield Tribe to ashes.
In mid-air, a snowfield elder was seriously injured by Li Guang's sudden arrow attack. Zhao Xiang, who was fighting with him, fired three hundred Yin thunders in a row, blasting his divine body to pieces. His aura suddenly changed from the third level of the divine realm. The sky has declined to the peak of the womb realm.
"Ancestor..." The Xueyuan elder screamed at the top of his lungs, vomiting blood and looked in the direction of the Xuanming Formation.
Twelve icicles stand in the sky and emit dazzling divine light.
Xuan Ming's angry curses could be heard faintly in the formation. It seemed that the eleven Xuan Ming ancestors had also discovered that the momentum on the battlefield was wrong. They were angrily cursing Wu Tie and why he didn't die quickly.
In the military city, Xi Wule scolded, and the elders of the Siji family led a large number of clan members to rush out.
Taotie, Taotie, Chaos, and Qiongqi, these tribal warriors who inherited the bloodline of legendary ancient evil creatures, activated their bloodlines one after another and transformed into the original forms of their ancestors. Giant beasts hundreds of feet in size barged in crazily. In the formation of the snowfield warriors.
The giant beast opened its mouth and swallowed wildly.
Large groups of snowfield warriors were swallowed up by them. One after another, giant beasts, especially the Taotie clan, their auras continued to increase. The bloodline of vicious beasts is like this, the more it devours, the stronger it becomes. The bodies of the elders such as Yong Zhuni and others who were charging at the front had expanded to more than two thousand feet in a very short period of time.
The more you eat, the bigger you grow, the bigger you grow, the stronger you are, and the stronger you are, the faster you eat.
The reason why the Four Fierce Families were notorious in the ancient times was because their strength improvement was unreasonable. The way they increased their strength was a huge threat to all ethnic groups.
They were indeed of the bloodline of ferocious beasts that had the chance to destroy the world.
In the Nine Heavens Governor's Xuanming Formation, the 'dying' Wu Tie suddenly sneezed.
His body shook, and the thick black ice covering his body shattered, and the rings of ice crystal halo that sealed him also disintegrated.
Wu Tie yawned and stretched hard.
Eleven huge faces appeared out of thin air above the world formed by the Xuanming Formation. Xuanming Bu Lao was included, and the eleven Xuanming Ancestors looked at Wu Tie as if they had seen a ghost.
"No, this doesn't make sense!" Xuan Ming Bu Lao screamed hysterically.
What did he see
He saw the gray-white Xuanming Dao patterns all over Wu Tie's body, and he felt the terrifying Xuanming Dao charm in Wu Tie's body that seemed to be faintly trying to surpass him. He even felt Wu Tie's aura, from the ordinary first heaven of the divine realm to the ultimate state of perfection in the tenth heaven of the divine realm.
It makes absolutely no sense!
The mysterious aura in Wu Tie's body was actually more powerful than them.
In particular, Wu Tie had such clear Xuanming bloodline fluctuations in his body, and faintly... Wu Tie's Xuanming bloodline fluctuations caused an absolute suppression on Xuanming Bu Lao and the others.
Wu Tie's bloodline was older and more primitive than theirs, like an ancient demon god from the beginning of the world, standing in front of them blankly.
"Haha, your cultivation level is not bad." Wu Tie's eyes exuded a gray-white cold light, and he said leisurely: "Thank you very much, it's not you. I want to integrate the Xuanming Dao with myself. I don't know how many years it will take."
"Thank you very much!" Wu Tie smiled. He transformed into a strong wind and blended into the Xuan Ming Formation without any trace.
"Don't run!" Xuan Ming Bu Lao hissed.
"Come out!" Outside the formation, ten miles away, the cold wind transformed by Wu Tie swirled in place, revealing Wu Tie's figure.
"Xuan Ming is not old, I am out of the battle, and I am out of the battle without any damage... Take your bastards and get out!"