The Tian Clan's Five Elements Tribe's own territory suffered heavy losses, and the clan members suffered heavy losses. Their servants, slave soldiers, as well as all kinds of craftsmen slaves, mining slaves, serfs, etc., suffered countless losses.
What makes people even more speechless is that more than a dozen of the previous heads of the Five Elements Department like Jin Tiexin were lost, and most of the ordinary elders and young masters were lost. For a time, the Five Elements Department wanted to find someone who could be the master of the family. It was extremely difficult and completely turned into a piece of loose sand.
Luo'er sat in the camp and racked his brains to mobilize troops and generals in order to resist the invasion of the Nether Horn clan.
One after another, large groups of monks from the heavenly clan, the shrine, and the spiritual realm came and gathered under Luo'er's banner. Facing the ferocious Nether Horn tribe, these monks who came for reinforcements surrounded them from left to right, barely controlling the momentum of the Nether Horn tribe's attack.
But anyone with a discerning eye can see that the so-called control only blocks the attacks of the low-level warriors of the Nether Horn clan.
Every time Jiao Yi and several other members of the Ning Jiao tribe appeared, they always defeated the three coalition forces in a state of embarrassment, unable to find any masters who could withstand their attack. Several times, several elders from higher-ranking families who had understood the third great law joined forces, but they were still beaten to the point of running away.
Obviously, the master of the third level of Dharma cannot stop Jiao Jin and his tribe.
But no matter how Luo'er urged, neither the Celestial Clan, the Divine Palace, nor the Spirit Realm could reinforce more powerful masters.
Several times Luo'er used the Supreme Order to ask Qingyang, and Qingyang responded respectfully to Luo'er - the masters and powerful men from the Celestial Clan, the Divine Palace, and the Spiritual Realm were all busy with important matters and could not get away to provide reinforcements!
The battle situation became extremely tense.
Every day, a large number of middle and low-level heavenly cultivators and spiritual cultivators would arrive for reinforcements. Every day, they would have many bloody conflicts with the low-level warriors of the Nether Horn Clan.
Every day, tens of thousands of monks are seriously injured and die. Every day, a varying number of Celestial Clan cities are breached. Countless Celestial Clan members are transformed into warriors of the Nether Horn Clan. Every day, the territories controlled by the Nether Jiao Clan are attacked. Spread a little bit around the perimeter.
Looking down from a high altitude, if Tianlu is a large round pancake, then about 15% of the area in the middle of the pancake has become pitch black.
In the middle of this pitch-black area, the nest of the Nether Horn Clan, tens of thousands of miles in diameter, has penetrated tens of millions of miles underground. Black chains as thick as dragons stretched out from this huge lair, invading the land of Tianlu, and frantically extracting the spiritual veins and mineral veins under Tianlu every day.
In just half a month, varying numbers of earthquakes occurred every day in Tianlu.
The magnitude of the earthquakes during the first Tianji was very slight, and it only made people feel a little shaking on the ground; and they were not many in number, probably fifteen or sixteen times a day.
Half a month later, when the Tianlu earthquake occurred, people could clearly feel the violent vibrations on the ground. It was difficult for ordinary monks to stand still; and the number also increased to a frequency of two or three times every quarter of an hour, and the entire Tianlu was shaken. It was like a convulsion, shaking day and night.
This is obviously because the foundation of Tianlu is being eroded, and the earth's veins are constantly shaking, which triggers continuous earthquakes throughout Tianlu.
Some master monks with strong cultivation and keen inspiration have vaguely noticed that in other parts of Tianlu, in the normal void closer to the territory eroded by the Nether Horn Clan, the concentration of the spiritual marrow of heaven and earth is slowly decreasing.
The dark space of light was like a huge funnel, into which the essence of heaven and earth was constantly seeping.
For half a month, Luo'er was so busy that she couldn't even put her feet on the ground. Every day, she deployed troops and generals to pursue and intercept the Mingjiao clan that was raging in all directions, trying her best to control them within a fixed area.
But the effect was not great, and the territory eroded by the Nether Horn Clan was still slowly expanding.
Unless a master can be found who can confront Jiao Yi and other members of the Nether Jiao Tribe, this expansion will be irreversible.
But it is clear that among the powerful experts that Luo'er can mobilize now, Qingyang and Heizhen have all fought against each other, and both suffered losses.
Ancestor-level figures such as Lieyang, Cang Yue, and Han Xing have extremely astonishing amounts of magic power, but their realm is equivalent to that of Lei Ju and others who have comprehended the third great magic.
Facing those extremely evil and almost unkillable Nether Horn tribesmen, Lieyang and the others could only protect themselves. It was almost impossible to repel them.
What is worrying is that as time goes by, the average strength of the warriors of the Nether Horn clan continues to increase.
It seems that the more leyline spiritual marrow they devour and the more mineral veins they devour, the more their average strength will continue to increase. The average strength of the warriors of the Mingjiao clan who are now running around have reached the peak of the Destiny Realm!
This is extremely scary!
In the camp, Luo'er and a group of senior officials were strategizing in distress, trying hard to design how to resist the Mingjiao clan.
Chu Tian came to a side hall on the side of the carriage house and saw Qingyang who was recovering from his injuries.
Unlike the Celestial Clan who have strong physical strength, if there is a problem with the physical body of the spiritual cultivators, they will have to use a lot of hands and feet if they want to keep it as good as ever. As Qingyang, he naturally uses the best elixir. However, it only took half a month for his shattered left shoulder and arm to grow back. It would take at least a long time for him to fully recover and be able to use them freely.
Qingyang's face was cold, and in the huge side hall, only four of his close disciples were waiting outside the door, and no one else was there.
In the side hall with simple furnishings and only a few rows of bookshelves, Qingyang sat on a big chair, holding a volume of Alchemy Sutra and reading it carefully. There was a thick stack of paper in front of him, with pen and ink waiting for him, and he looked like he was studying hard and taking notes hard.
In the 100-foot-square hall, there was only a fist-sized incense burner on the small table in front of Qingyang. A thin wisp of white smoke slowly floated out from the incense burner, and the faint aroma made the entire hall look colder and colder.
"Here you are? What's the matter?" Seeing Chu Tian walk in, Qingyang put down the Alchemy Sutra in his hand, raised his head and smiled at Chu Tian.
"Come here, something really happened." Chu Tian walked up to Qingyang, bowed to Qingyang, and couldn't help but sigh: "In such a huge Celestial Clan, such a huge spiritual realm, and such a huge divine palace, I really can't find many Is he a master who can restrain those bastards?"
Chu Tian looked at Qingyang very puzzled: "You are the sixth generation disciple of the Sanxian Sect, so what about the masters and elders who are higher than you? There are also the Celestial Clan and the Divine Palace. It is not like all the masters. None of them are at home, right?"
Qingyang looked at Chu Tian with a smile. After a while, he said leisurely: "There are many people in the Sanxian Sect who are stronger than me. Although I am a disciple of the sixth generation, I am not good at fighting. I am good at fighting. You say, I am the worst among the twelve generations of disciples of the Sanxian Sect."
"Of course there are masters. But why send them out?" Qingyang looked at Chu Tian with a smile, and lightly tapped the table in front of him with his fingers.