Chuqing would go to the people from Zhaori Mountain, which was expected. After all, they were the ones who were hunted down and couldn't fight back. If they wanted to survive, they had only this choice.
However, according to Yiyi, the situation on the Shenyin Palace is not very good, and the confrontation with Zhaori Mountain is the disadvantaged party.
This makes Lu Ye a little puzzled. He has been pestering the people in Fenghuayuan, and he has also killed a large number of people. Logically speaking, Shenyin Palace only needs to deal with Zhaori Mountain. The manpower and strength of the two sides are basically different. Not much, why would Zhaorishan have an advantage
When he was in the valley before, Ji Yan from Shenyin Palace came to win him over, but he rejected him. At that time, he felt that he had to cooperate with people he didn't know well, and he had to obey the orders of others. It was better to be alone. Some.
Facts have proved that this is the case. If he was acting with the people from Shenyin Palace, he would never have achieved so much.
The current situation is unfavorable for Shenyin Palace. Once Wanmoling side defeats Shenyin Palace, the monks of Haotian League in Xianyuan City will have no way to survive.
Therefore, after only a little pondering, Lu Ye decided to find the people from Shenyin Palace to join him.
Now is not the time to go it alone.
After a stick of incense, Lu Ye and Ju Jia broke into the war zone where the two major forces clashed. This area of more than a dozen streets was the place where the monks from both sides clashed. There were hidden murderous intentions in every room. I don't know if there are any hidden enemies inside. If you pass by nearby, you might kill a few hostile monks from it.
On a long street, several monks from the Haotian League fought and retreated. The ground they passed by was dyed red with blood, and there were corpses of their companions lying across the road.
The Wanmoling cultivators who were chasing them were more numerous and stronger than them. They had already sent out the message of asking for help, but they were already at a disadvantage. Everyone was under siege, and who could come to rescue them.
Several people are also stubborn. Although they know that this is a disaster, they are unwilling to wait for death. They only wait for the opportunity to drag the enemy to death. However, the Wanmoling cultivator who chased them has obviously suffered such a loss, so they are very cautious. Approaching easily, only using imperial weapons and spells to consume, obviously intends to consume their spiritual power and then kill.
Seeing the enemy's plan, several people did not dare to delay any longer, looked at each other, and under the command of the leader, they all slaughtered forward.
Streaming light flickered, blood flew, and two people fell on the way to the attack. After a breath, two more fell. Finally, there was an eighth-level soldier who was repaired and killed in front of the enemy. The spiritual weapon in his hand burst into a dazzling light. A recent Wanmoling cultivator fell.
However, before his attack could fall, a spell slammed into his chest, knocking him flying.
Falling to the ground, the man was out of breath.
"It's too much!" The cultivator headed on the Wanmoling side snorted coldly, carrying his own spiritual tool and going forward to kill the soldier.
The footsteps only moved, suddenly stopped, frowned and said, "What sound?"
The rumbling sound quickly approached from the side, and then the house next to it was knocked out of a big hole, and a tall figure rushed out of the hole.
Looking at this person, the leader of the Wanmoling cultivator exclaimed: "Giant armor!"
This guy obviously recognizes the giant armor.
Following the wave of spiritual power, the giant armor that had killed this place looked left and right, but before he could understand the situation, he was besieged by that group of Wanmoling monks.
He lowered his head, aimed at the enemy in a rushing stance, stepped on his feet, rushed out, and attacked him one after another, causing a halo to flicker on his body.
The distance from each other quickly narrowed, and a group of Wanmoling cultivators scattered. The originally tight formation was suddenly smashed apart. One cultivator couldn't dodge in time, and the bone hit by the giant armor broke and flew out.
Before the cultivators of Wanmoling could re-form their battles, the cries and the flicking of the pipa suddenly came out, and then on the roofs on the four sides, one by one Xianyuanwei appeared, with the spirit locks facing them. Under the hood.
Another streamer of imperial weapons came staggeringly, reaping their lives. In just a short time, this group of seven or eight Wanmoling cultivators were all killed.
Lu Ye took back his imperial weapon, jumped off the roof, followed by a group of ghosts, and came to the blood-covered Haotianmeng monk to check his injuries.
After a while, Lu Ye sighed in his heart, this person was helpless, and his injuries were too serious.
At this moment, the eighth-layer soldier cultivator seemed to be returning to the light, and his face was a little ruddy. He looked at the ghosts around him in surprise, and then looked at Lu Ye and the giant armor. The originally dark eyes ignited a touch of hope. He raised his hand and grabbed Lu Ye's arm: "Go save people!"
"Know."
Lu Ye nodded lightly.
The hand that grabbed Lu Ye's arm fell, and the vitality quickly dissipated from the soldier's body.
Yiyi was cleaning the battlefield, and the giant armor came over with a Wanmoling monk who had lost his resistance, and held it in front of Lu Ye.
Lu Ye looked at him, a little puzzled.
"You kill!" The giant armor hummed.
"Kill yourself." Lu Ye thought he was giving himself credit.
As everyone knows, when the giant armor followed Sima Yang in the past, in every battle, the giant armor charged forward, smashing the enemy and destroying it, and finally Sima Yang came to harvest the merits.
Ju Jia scratched his head. Although he had killed some people in Fenghuayuan in a frenzy before, he was completely dominated by the anger in his heart at that time, and he had no impression after the incident. Killing was a bit too unfamiliar to him.
But he is also a cultivator of the ninth-layer state. He has never killed an enemy before. It is not that he is unwilling to kill, but that Sima Yang does not kill him.
After thinking about it, he threw the Wanmoling cultivator on the ground, raised his big foot, and stepped on his head under the terrified gaze of the other party.
As if the watermelon was stepped on, the scene was bloody.
Lu Ye glanced at him, said nothing, and said, "Let's go."
Following the source of the spiritual power fluctuations all the way forward, two groups of monks from the Haotian League were rescued along the way. These people were all killed and scattered.
Under their guidance, after a stick of incense, Lu Ye finally arrived at the main battlefield where the two major forces were fighting.
The houses nearby have all been destroyed, and there are broken walls and the corpses of monks who died in battle everywhere.
There were only about a hundred cultivators headed by the Shenyin Palace, while there were more than 150 men and horses headed by Zhaori Mountain on the other side.
There was a difference of half the number of people. On the scene, the Haotian League was obviously at a disadvantage. They were constantly being pressed to retreat, and sometimes there were screams. As the cultivators of the Haotian League continued to be injured and died, Wanmoling had the advantage. getting bigger.
In this situation, it can be said that the Haotian Alliance is not far from being defeated.
But everyone is resisting, and no one is escaping, because everyone knows that running away at this time will only make the situation worse. At this moment, holding a group together still has some resistance. The final result will only be broken one by one by Wan Moling.
Even so, the Haotian League side is only delaying the time of death.
Wanmoling's offensive was extremely fierce and fierce, and they tried to organize several rushing formations, but unfortunately they failed to break through the defense line of the Haotian League.
It's not that they don't know that they should fight steadily at this time. Under such a situation, as long as the Wanmoling side is stable, they can slowly consume the enemy.
That's what they've done before.
But since the people from Fenghuayuan came together and brought a news, Wanmoling's offensive has become fierce. They want to defeat the front of Haotian League in the shortest possible time to prevent changes.
The accident finally came. Just when the two sides were fighting, the cries of the cries sounded, and the invisible impact filled the four directions, causing the offensive of many Wanmoling monks to stagnate slightly.
The cultivator of the Haotian League, who had been suppressed in an all-round way, was instantly relieved of pressure and took advantage of the situation to counterattack.
At the same time, the ghosts appeared one by one, and the binding locks were released.
Unprepared, the Wanmoling side suffered a big loss, and nearly ten people were locked and killed on the spot.
On the Haotian League side, many cultivators followed the source of the voice, and they were all surprised.
Because they saw a tall figure over there.
"It's a giant armor!"
"Sima Yang, this bastard is finally here, it seems that he is not too stupid!"
An exclamation came out. It seemed that the arrival of the giant armor made the hearts of the monks of the Haotian League feel much more stable. With such a powerful body repair, naturally it can stabilize people's hearts.
If nothing else, with the giant armor, it is not so simple to rush into the formation at Wanmoling.
But what puzzled them even more was how the giant armor was standing with a group of spirit bodies, and those spirit bodies still looked like their helpers, because they were attacking the people in Wanmoling.
Moreover, the one who is standing with the giant armor and is using the fire dragon technique doesn't seem to be Sima Yang...
In the crowd, Ji Yan breathed a sigh of relief.
Before that, he tried many times to win over Sima Yang and Jujia, but they were unsuccessful. Sima Yang is the most snobbish guy. If he doesn't give enough benefits, he can't impress him, but now Gu Shenyang is imprisoned in Xianyuan City. Without him in the dungeon, how could Ji Yan promise Sima Yang any benefits
Now it seems that Sima Yang is still knowledgeable and knows that he should come to help out.
He also saw the spirit bodies around the giant armor. Although he was puzzled, now is not the time to explore. Since those spirit bodies are attacking Wanmoling, they are his helpers.
On the other side, in the Wanmoling camp, a young man looked sternly towards the place where the ghosts were, and looked at Lu Ye who was using the fire dragon technique. This man was the guardian of Zhaori Mountain, Qi Ming.
"This is the Jade Blood Sect Lu Yiye?" Qi Ming frowned.
"Yes." Chu Qing, who was standing beside Qi Ming, responded with gritted teeth.
"So many of you were killed by him?" Qi Ming's tone was somewhat dissatisfied.