The dark army of ghosts was heading towards Tiankui City. The dense ghost aura covered the sky and covered the sun, like billowing dark clouds stretching for hundreds of miles. There were no less than 50,000 in number.
"Young Marshal, less than a hundred miles ahead is Tiankui City. There are about 20,000 human cultivators stationed outside the city, but they don't seem to be regular troops. Tiankui City's city defense formation has been activated!" A ghost scolded Hou Fei went to the ghost king lie and reported loudly.
"It seems that the 100,000 regular troops sent by Chongmingzhou have not arrived yet!" The hot ghost woman sneered: "We just took the opportunity to destroy the 20,000 human cultivators!"
Ghost Governor Luge nodded and said, "Tuotuo is right!"
Ghost King Lie said doubtfully: "If this is the case, will Chongmingzhou's 100,000-strong army be timid and not dare to come?"
Luge smiled and said: "Young Marshal, you don't have to worry. The person leading the troops from Chongmingzhou this time is the eldest prince Du Runan. This man is very happy and ambitious. There is absolutely no way he can easily withdraw his troops, let alone if we start from the beginning." It would be too contrived to pretend to be defeated. If we win first, then lose, and then retreat, it will be more credible. Du Runan will definitely lead his army to pursue us, and then we can return Tianlang City to them naturally... "
After hearing this, Ghost King Lie finally nodded: "Then as Master Yilu wishes, order my warriors from the Great Ghost Clan to speed up and attack Tiankui City, destroying the 20,000 human cultivators stationed outside the city!"
In an instant, countless ghost mist rushed towards Tiankui City like a raging torrent!
Outside Tiankui City, cultivators from various sects were like frightened birds, wanting to escape into the city. Unfortunately, Tiankui City's defense formation had already been activated.
Qin Ming, the camp leader of Daming Mansion, and Xiao Yang, the camp leader of Bianyang Mansion, stood outside the gate of Tiankui City with ugly expressions. Qin Ming shouted loudly: "Han Geng, old man, open the city quickly and let us in!"
The commander of the city guards in the city defense formation shouted loudly: "The city lord said that without the order of the eldest prince, I really don't dare to let you into the city without permission. Please return to the camp quickly and hold on. The eldest prince's army of 100,000 will arrive soon!" "
"*!"
"fart!"
"Old thief Han, it's your grandma's fault!"
Everyone yelled in unison, and some grumpy people simply used magic weapons to attack the city defense formation.
boom! boom!
Following two loud noises, two beams of light with a destructive aura flew over everyone's heads, creating two giant craters on a distant mountain peak. The cultivators who were attacking the city defense formation were so frightened that they stopped.
"Once again, the city defense formation will not be opened. Please return to the camp to prepare for battle. Anyone who dares to attack the formation will be shot to death!" the city guard commander shouted loudly.
The nearly 20,000 people outside the city were silent for a moment, and then broke out instantly, with everyone yelling!
"Fuck, old man Han Geng, I came all the way to help you defend the city...!"
"Old turtle Han, you're a turtle, you're a fucking onion, you're going to kill me without mercy, let's go!"
"That's right. Let's all retreat. Let the ghost army destroy Tiankui City and kill all these ungrateful turtle eggs!"
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The city guards in the city couldn't help but panic when they saw the cultivators preparing to evacuate. The power in the city was already empty. If all the 20,000 people outside the city left, Tiankui City would definitely not be able to resist for long. When the city was broken, everyone would be defeated. There is no escape from death. The commander of the city guard couldn't help but broke out in a cold sweat and said loudly: "Everyone, please be patient and don't leave. I will send someone to ask the city lord for instructions immediately!"
At this moment, the billowing black air appeared on the distant horizon and was rapidly approaching here!
"The ghost army is coming!"
I don't know who screamed, and the more than 20,000 cultivators suddenly exploded. Some people turned around and ran away, while others attacked the city defense formation frantically while shouting anxiously: "You bastard, let us enter the city!"
Hooray! More than 20,000 people rushed toward the city defense formation like a tide, and the magic weapon ping-pong greeted the formation's light shield. The city guards in the city were frightened and helpless. Qin Ming was only the second generation ancestor of Yanei, so he didn't know how to direct operations. He was immediately confused and overwhelmed by this unexpected situation.
Chu Jun originally led the people from the Tianhuang Sect to watch indifferently, but he did not expect that the old man Han Geng, the lord of Tiankui City, was so afraid of death that he did not even dare to open the city defense formation. The situation became extremely bad, and all the disciples of Tianhuang Sect were dispersed by the crowd.
"Brother Jun, brother Jun!" Xiaoxiao squeezed his way to Chu Jun's side in the dense flow of people.
"Sect Master, what should we do now!" Huang Qi said anxiously.
At this time, the cultivators from various sects are frantically attacking the city defense formation. The ghost tribe's army is coming continuously from the horizon. It is simply blocking the sky and the sun, with no end in sight. It shouldn't take two cups of tea. The ghost tribe's army is coming. The vanguard of the army is about to arrive.
Chu Jun held Xiaoxiao with his left hand and Huangqi with his right hand. He spat out his strong spiritual power and knocked away the cultivators who were crowding around him. He then flew up into the air and shouted in a deep voice: "All disciples of the Tianhuang Sect. Come closer to me!"
The sound was like thunder, suppressing the noisy curses and the bombardment of magic weapons. The disciples of Tianhuang Sect squeezed out of the crowd and moved towards Chu Jun.
"Everyone belonging to the Haotian Clan, come closer to me!" Luo Hengcha slashed two cultivators in half who were frantically attacking the city defense formation with two swords, and flew towards Chu Jun with a loud shout. Luo Heng obviously had great appeal in Haotian Clan, and disciples of Haotian Clan immediately approached him.
The actions of the two men immediately woke up everyone present, and the leaders of each sect shouted to summon their disciples to assemble!
"All the disciples of Huanqian Sect assemble to me!"
"All the disciples of Bing Xuan Sect gather!"
"All disciples of the Quanzhen Sect!"
"All disciples of Chiyang Sect..."
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There were loud shouts one after another. Unfortunately, the cultivators of each sect were not well-trained soldiers, and they belonged to hundreds or even thousands of sects. Nearly 20,000 people were crowded together in a noisy way. It was not easy to regroup. Not even a half of them were there. I'm afraid I won't be able to do it even if I don't have the time.
Fortunately, Chu Jun restrained the more than a hundred disciples of the Tianhuang Sect from the beginning. Although they were later disrupted, the divisions were not too scattered. Moreover, he immediately flew to a high place and shouted to assemble, so the Tianhuang Sect's The disciples quickly gathered together.
At this time, the demon army was approaching, and one could even see the ferocious faces shrouded in ghost mist, and the majestic and majestic momentum was extremely frightening.
"Sect Master, retreat!" Yuen Long said in a deep voice.
Chu Jun glanced at the frightened Tianhuang Sect disciples, shook his head and said: "It's too late, the more you run away now, the faster you will die!"
Fan Jian and Luo Heng nodded in agreement, and both recalled the battle on the Netherworld Desert Island. Ding Qing's 10,000 men chased more than 20,000 demon troops into a fight. In the end, all 20,000 demon troops were killed. This was not because the demon army was too scumbag, but because they were thrown into disarray under the sudden attack and were defeated like a mountain.
At this point, if everyone turns around and flees, the final consequences may be the same as those of the 20,000 demon army!
"Sect Master Chu, you don't want to have a decisive battle with the ghost army, do you?" Qiu Chuji exclaimed.
Chu Junzheng sacrificed the sixth-grade mid-level Tai'a sword, licked his lips bloodthirsty, and asked: "Why not?"
Qiu Chuji said in disbelief: "You are crazy, how can we be the opponent of tens of thousands of regular ghost army!"
"Those who want to live, follow me and charge!" Chu Jun shouted: "Kill!"
Chu Jun dodged and took the lead to rush towards the dark army of ghosts. Luo Heng and Fan Jian were guarding Chu Jun on the left and right, forming a solid iron triangle. Xiao Xiao followed closely behind the three of them.
"Belonging to the Tianhuang Sect, follow the sect master and charge!" Yuan Long's face turned red and he shouted wildly at the top of his lungs.
"Come on!" The ten Tianhuang Sect elders violently erupted in spiritual power, following closely behind the sect leader's iron triangle. They were like huge rocks thrown into a rolling torrent, causing waves to surge into the sky.
If you don’t break out in silence, you will perish in silence. What a vivid and realistic sentence!
Once a person in fear is aroused, the power that bursts out will undoubtedly be violent and terrifying. Anyway, they will all die. It is better to be more vigorous and faster than to kill... Kill... Killing one is enough, killing two is profitable. !
"Kill!"
One hundred foundation-building disciples of the Tianhuang Sect sacrificed their magic weapons and shouted to catch up with the elders!
"Kill!" Haotian Sect disciples followed!
Peng! Fighting hand to hand, the "Iron Triangle" dug into the ghost army's formation fiercely. The three long swords surged with sword intent. Those who touched them died, and those who touched them were maimed. Ghost tooth stones fell like rain.
Blood splattered and screams were heard!
Qiu Chuji's old face gradually turned red, and a long-lost feeling reappeared in his old body that had lived for more than two hundred years - his blood was boiling!
"All disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, follow me and charge!" Qiu Chuji gritted his teeth and led his men to charge towards him.
All the factions that were gathering in a chaotic manner were stunned and shocked!
At this time, the ghost army has surrounded him from all directions, overwhelming the sky, and filled with murderous intent!
"Fight it, all the disciples of Chiyang Sect, follow Sect Leader Chu and charge!"
Under the call of the leaders of the seven castles in the Daming Palace, cultivators from various sects in the Daming Palace gathered in the direction of the Tianhuang Sect to attack, with nearly ten thousand people rushing like a flood. The sharp iron triangle composed of Chu Jun, Fan Jian, and Luo Heng charged forward unstoppably. The cultivators gathered around them were getting bigger and bigger like a snowball. The three of them were like a flag. Wherever they rushed, everyone followed them. Although there was no rules at all, their power should not be underestimated. Even a group of sheep can explode with unparalleled power under the leadership of a brave leader.
The cultivators from the Bianyang Mansion also joined the battle group at this time. Nearly 20,000 people rushed towards the 50,000 ghost army in a chaotic manner. Everyone was red-eyed, forgetting to escape, forgetting fear, and subconsciously went to look for A look full of hostility, and then try your best to kill the other person.
Qin Ming was guarded by two masters of the mid-stage Nascent Soul. He stood blankly in the sky. The development of the situation caught him by surprise. Looking at the tragic scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere, his eyes were filled with fear and his chest was heaving violently...
"Kill!" Qin Ming suddenly screamed wildly, and rushed forward with his magic weapon as if possessed.