At the same time, a dozen worlds away from the cloud world, Long Ying was half-opening his eyes in boredom.
Theoretically speaking, there is an insurmountable distance. But if Long Ying is willing, he can observe everything in the twenty parallel spaces around him.
At this time, the scene at the bottom of Shangxiao Mountain was all in his eyes.
However, the confrontation between the two armies seemed a bit boring to him. The only interesting thing is his apprentice.
"There are four thousand blood clouds on guard one by one. If you don't do it simply, you will slaughter the Shangxiao Xuanling Sect. But you still have to hide it and wait for the Ten Jue Sky Formation to unfold. He is planning to kill Dong Are all Linzhu’s men in Shangxiao Sect killed? This disciple of mine is really not an ordinary insidious person!”
"Speaking of insidiousness, as a master, you are not bad at all. If it weren't for Long Ying and you using Dafa to cover it up, I'm afraid that the Lingyun Sect would already know all about Zong Shou's arrangement."
A chuckle suddenly came to mind behind Long Ying. A figure then stepped out of the void and walked towards him. The body shape, voice and appearance are none other than Ao Kun.
"You are indeed in the holy realm!"
Long Ying turned his head, then his eyes flashed slightly, and he exclaimed again: "But you still master the Law of Destruction. This time you are a blessing in disguise. It seems that my apprentice has really benefited you a lot."
"Zong Shou is indeed the noble man of my destiny!"
Ao Kun nodded. Although he was extremely grateful in his heart, he would not express it on his face: "If it weren't for him, even if I found the pill, I'm afraid I would only be a slave to others in this life. Now I am reunited with the Dragon Pill. , and no longer need to be held hostage by it.”
"Hmph! I'm just afraid that there is a Cangsheng Dao involved in it, right? That Wei Xu is really as cunning as a fox. Why did Xizi accept such a cunning apprentice despite his magnanimous life? In short, we owe you a lot of favors. .Forget it! Now that I have you to take care of me, I can rest assured. Anyway, the lifespan of your dragon clan is very long! ," Long Ying snorted coldly but seemed not to want to talk more about this matter of life and changed the subject. Said: "You come at the right time this time! Hide it here with me. When they can't stand it any longer, go out and help me kill that bastard from the Shangxiao Sect! "
Ao Kun raised his eyebrows, then smiled: "Brother Long Ying, why are you so angry this time?"
"Why aren't you angry?"
Long Ying's face was as gloomy as water, and his eyes were extremely cold as he looked into the void in the distance.
But he could sense from a distance that there were at least two other people from the Lingyun Sect who could exist alongside him.
"Did you know that there are two of that boy from Lingyun Sect gathered in the Holy Realm alone? There are also ten people in the Divine Realm. I am too lazy to estimate the rest of the Immortal Realm. It is certain that if Zong Shou is defeated, I will definitely come. Yunjie saves people. This time the killing is not only for Zong Shou, but also for me, Long Ying! Just like Xizi back then. Hey! Since they want me dead, how can I, Long Ying, not repay them? color?"
Ao Kun chuckled when he heard this: "Unexpectedly, after thousands of years of not seeing each other, Ao Kun's water chestnuts have also been smoothed away. Long Ying, your temper is still so hot!"
Then there was a pause in his words, and there was a trace of murderous intent in his voice: "But the last sentence is good. Since he is determined to seek death, there is nothing he can do.
I, Ao Kun, have not killed anyone for a long time."
Long Ying suddenly raised his head and laughed. This was what he was waiting for.
"That boy from the Lingyun Sect thinks he has no plans left. If I saw you today, what kind of expression would he have? The battle between the Shangxiao Sect and the Lingyun Sect was at least 70% of the strength. I wonder what this guy would think?"
When he thought about the battle with that man later, unexpectedly, there was a Saint who mastered the method of destruction beside him. Long Ying felt very happy, his eyes narrowed, and his smile turned into a slit. Then his heart moved slightly: "Huh? It seems that he has moved? What on earth is that boy Zong Shou doing? The Blood Cloud Cavalry is still motionless. What can the Black Fox Cavalry and tens of thousands of ordinary cavalry do? It’s boring, boring! I really regret taking on this apprentice, I’m so unhappy!”
When Ao Kun heard this, his eyes also passed through the layers of space and looked far away.
Then he smiled again, but now the 4,200 Blood Cloud Cavalry were still stopped in the black mist.
However, within ten miles around, every time someone from the enemy dies, a trace of blood will be absorbed. Gathered into the black mist.
It can be seen that the armor of these blood cloud riders is getting redder and dazzling, as if there is blood flowing on it. Counting time, it is almost time to reach this ancient iron knight. When the cloud world is shocked again※※※※
At this time, there was a roar like thunder at the foot of Shangxiao Mountain. Hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers, armed to the teeth, were surrounding a small hill and fighting continuously.
Both sides had experienced hundreds of battles, and both sides were silent at this moment. Only the sounds of swords clashing with weapons, the clash of armored soldiers, and the neighing of the riding animals could be heard. .
There is no need to roar to be brave, nor to howl to vent. They are all extremely tough. It's like a killing machine.
One of them is the 70,000 cavalrymen from Qiantian Mountain. Divide into shares. They continued to attack at the foot of the mountain, scattering and defeating the oppressive phalanx one by one.
Under the trampling of horse hooves, almost no one survived!
On one side is the Thousand Cities Alliance, with millions of troops gathered here. One by one, phalanxes lined up and marched forward like indestructible iron walls.
Even though he knew he couldn't withstand the impact of the cavalry, he still fought to the death. Even if they are scattered, they will not retreat in panic. Instead, they methodically retreated from the gaps between the square formations to the rear and quickly reorganized their formation.
It's like a wave, continuous and continuous. Wave after wave, hitting the hill, every few breaths passed, millions of arrows flew into the air. Falling over there, it constantly hits the spiritual light barrier held up by the spiritual cultivation of Kongqi Sect and Qiling Sect.
After each rain of arrows, the barrier will become darker. But it always only takes a moment before it returns to the same state again.
On the hill, next to Zong Shou, Zhao Yanran frowned slightly: "I guess I can only last another hour."
"I know!"
Zong Shou nodded slightly, then looked to the opposite side: "I guess they can't wait any longer."
Just a hundred feet behind him, waves of tyrannical blood evil energy were gradually overflowing. The vitality and vitality of those thousands of people also began to break out of the black mist.
Even a heavenly weapon cannot suppress it at this time.
Lei Dong and Jin Buhui were also shocked and confused. Is it inside this fog? What kind of magical artifact did Zong Shou prepare? Absorbing the blood of the dead in battle is really akin to a demon.
Zong Shou is so determined that no one here looks worried at all. What kind of things are hidden in this fog
I feel uneasy in my heart. I really don't want Zong Shou and have gone on a wrong path.
At the high platform that Zong Shou was paying attention to at this time, Yang Fan also stood up from his seat with an extremely solemn expression. Looking at the other side, he fell into meditation.
I feel more and more uneasy and uneasy.
The most frightening thing is the black mist. Whenever someone dies in battle, the aura in the black mist. It becomes even more tyrannical.
He didn't feel anything at all before, but gradually, he felt frightened.
"Among the spiritual cultivators of your sects, can anyone see clearly what is in the black mist?"
At this time, the people sitting around him, in addition to a few big city lords, were eighth-level elders from several sects. I am here to supervise this battle.
However, when these words came out, these people all frowned slightly and looked slightly embarrassed.
"Can't do it? Humph! These are all useless things!"
Yang Fan didn't care what these elders from the major sects in Donglin thought. He took a few steps forward and reached the railing.
Not long ago, when the Qiling Sect and the Kongqi Sect arrived one after another, I already felt a little uneasy.
But now this heart is frightened, and for some reason, it is becoming more and more uncontrollable.
After thinking for a moment, Yang Fan clenched his fists fiercely: "Give me the order to tell all the Taoist soldiers of the sects to show up! All the rest of the infantry must retreat! All the 470,000 cavalry troops should be thrown at me together! That's it!" If you don’t believe it, you can’t break these walnuts one by one.”
An old man in his seventies next to him frowned slightly: "But according to the order of our sect elder Lingwei, it is best to use the soldiers of various cities to weaken their strength first. Then use the power of thunder to destroy them in one fell swoop?"
"Washing away? Killing yourself!"
Yang Fan suddenly turned around, his eyes were red: "Didn't you see what was going on inside the fog? I'm afraid that our plan is exactly what that Zong Shou wanted! When it comes to military strategy, who is better, Yang Fan or me?" Wei Zi is stronger? You sects, since you have entrusted this battle to me, then you should obey my orders. If you are not convinced, you can ask Ling Wei Zi again, and I will tell him!"
The expression of the seventy-year-old Taoist changed slightly, and there was a bit of anger in his eyes. After frying the slices, he didn't know how to calm down again: "That's fine! Just as you ordered!"
Not long after this person finished speaking, dozens of phalanxes in front began to retreat like a tide: but the more than 60,000 elite cavalry on the Qiantian Mountain side did not pursue them. After breaking away, they went back to the hillside. Go up and queue up again.
And just after frying, groups of vanguards rushed out from the formations on all sides without realizing it.
Hundreds of thousands of riders came in dense waves. The sound of hoofbeats was like thunder, and the speed was neither urgent nor slow.
The most eye-catching thing was the sudden appearance of the cavalry with different armors at the front of the formation.
Although there were only a handful of 1,200 people, their momentum overwhelmed hundreds of thousands of people here. At first, they rode their horses slowly as they approached the hillside, and then gradually accelerated.
Although there were only a thousand people, the momentum was like a mountain collapsing and a sea breaking apart.
At this time, Tianji saw and heard a chuckle: "I see, four hundred Yunlong Iron Sword Masters, your Lingyun Sect is really willing to spend money. Two hundred Shangqing Xuanlei warriors. Two hundred Dao Lingxuan wind warriors, this battle , it seems that the demon king has lost."
The person who spoke was the one who claimed to be a demon sect before. At this time, countless people in the sky exclaimed with regret.
Even Lei Dong and Jin Buhui frowned slightly. They looked at each other with helplessness in their eyes.
In this battle, the only option was to run away, but Zong Shou raised his eyebrows and took off all his robes. Astonishingly, he was wearing a red armor, and he was holding a blood-red spurge in his hand.
"I just want to ask you, are you willing to follow me to the level of Shangxiao Mountain today?"