Selangor is located in the north of Longteng, and the weather is bitter and cold. Not only is there sparsely populated, but the environment is also worse than other places in Longteng.
The sky in Selangor is covered with thick clouds almost all the year round, and the sun is rarely seen.
However, on this day, as the huge fleet of spirit ships continued to move forward, the dark clouds that had accumulated over the years began to dissipate, and the sun was shining as the fleet arrived.
In the dark, almost all Longteng monks have a feeling of destiny.
There were several figures standing on a huge ship headed by them. It was Huang Liang, Yuan Changcun, Guang Jing and the others, who were looking at the scene over the sky, and the expressions of the three were solemn.
The previous battle had made them see the power and treacherousness of the blood clan. This time, Longteng's cultivation world can almost be said to have come out from the nest. If they can't win a battle, then Longteng will have no future at all.
It's not that they don't want to know more about the blood race, but they don't have time to learn about it.
Judging from the only information, if Longteng Realm wants to expel the external enemies, it can only make a quick decision, and there is no way to delay it.
So even though this battle came very hastily, Long Teng could only bite the bullet.
When the three of them were observing the situation in Tianhe, they were also constantly exchanging their opinions. The monks with the three major overlords and suzerains next to them passed on the orders of the three of them.
Lu Ye stood not far from the three of them.
More than half a day ago, cultivator Longteng in Medicine Valley set off under the leadership of Huang Liang and others, and joined forces with other coalition forces that came to support them, advancing towards Tianhe.
Lu Ye naturally followed.
Not to mention that he has insight into the ultimate goal of his trip to the secret realm of the Dragon Realm, so that he can't stay in the medicine valley alone, even if the blood-killing clan has military merits, he can't live idle.
His current cultivator is only at the sixth level of Yunhe, and if he wants to be promoted to the seventh level, it is not enough to rely on less than 30,000 points of military exploits now.
He needs more.
This can determine the survival of a world. If it works well, the military exploits will not be too small. Perhaps after this time, he will have enough capital to attack the seventh-layer or even the eighth-layer...
Huang Liang and others have already discussed it properly, and then looking forward, they can see the blood on the Tianhe side, and even if they are separated by dozens of miles, they can feel the strong fighting spirit of the blood clan.
Except for the monks who fled into the Medicine Valley before, the other monks have never come into contact with the blood race, but in the past few days, everyone has heard the news about the blood race, and they know the mystery of the blood race, so many people seem to look nervous.
On the ships, the teachers comforted the disciples and stimulated their fighting spirit. Kang's excited voices came one after another.
"Little friend, it will be very chaotic at the beginning of the war, so be careful." Huang Liang turned his head and warned Lu Ye.
He already knew in his heart that he was the one who saved the world, so Huang Liang was naturally more concerned about Lu Ye's safety than anyone else.
Originally, he didn't want to bring Lu Ye to such a dangerous place, but after thinking about it, if Lu Ye was really the one who saved the world, no matter where he was, he would definitely be involved in this storm.
Instead of letting him stay in the medicine valley, it is better to keep it under his own eyes, so that if there is any danger, he can take care of one or two.
"Junior wrote it down." Lu Ye nodded.
After being silent for a while, Huang Liang whispered again: "Don't use the dragon seat lightly!"
If Lu Ye is really a savior, then the Dragon Seat must be a means of saving the world, and it is the Dragon Soaring interface's means of stressing the catastrophe, but the Dragon Seat is too harmful to use.
Huang Liang is clear about Zhuang Bufan's fate. Lu Ye is now only at the sixth level of Yunhe River. Once he uses the Dragon Seat, he is afraid that he will die immediately.
Lu Ye nodded.
I couldn't help but recall the previous scene in my mind.
Before Zhuang Bufan died, he handed over the dragon seat to him. Naturally, he had not been idle these days and had been studying this fetish.
Faintly, he had a feeling that Dragon Seat had some natural closeness to him.
He didn't know if Zhuang Bufan felt this way when he owned the Dragon Throne, and now there is no place to ask, but it is very likely that he didn't.
Xiaoyixian said that Zhuang Bufan has not been recognized by the Dragon Seat, so he can't control it. Forced action will cause great damage to himself.
But what if it can be recognized by the Dragon Seat? Is it possible to control it
Lu Ye didn't dare to try, if things weren't what he thought, rash attempts would only make his situation worse.
The reason why Zhuang Bufan was about to run out of fuel was because after winning the Dragon Throne, he stimulated its power and wanted to see what it was, and that time, he didn't use it for battle...
In the past few days, when Lu Ye has spare time, he will try to refine the Dragon Seat, and the progress is very smooth. This divine object does not reject his spiritual power in the slightest, but has a feeling that he can't wait to accept it.
To this day, Lu Ye has completely refined the Dragon Seat and can activate its power at any time.
This is undoubtedly good news for him, no matter how bad the situation is, he has a trump card that he can use after all.
The fleet continued to move forward, and quickly crossed the dozens of miles.
There is no pre-war mobilization. What should be said, it has been said before departure. In the face of an invading enemy like the blood clan, there is only one thing Longteng cultivator needs to do.
kill!
Kill all the blood clans, then the crisis of Longteng can be lifted.
The distance is getting closer and closer, and many Longteng cultivators are secretly urging their spiritual power and are ready to go.
Five thousand feet, three thousand feet, one thousand feet...
The unique face of the blood race has been clearly imprinted into the eyes of the Longteng cultivator.
With a deafening humming sound, the building where Lu Ye was located shook, and a beam of light as thick as a bucket, like a wandering thunder, bombarded forward.
But it was the formation on the spirit ship that exerted its might.
In Kyushu, there are sharp weapons such as flying dragon boats for attacking cities and villages, and Longteng naturally also has them.
It's just that because the upper limit of the dragon cultivator is not high, this kind of spiritual ship is much less powerful than the flying dragon ship, and it is extremely difficult to build.
In the entire Longteng Realm, there are only ten such battleships in total, and they are all under the control of the three overlord sects.
One was lost in the war a few days ago, and now there are only nine left.
Now these nine battleships have all been sent out, lined up in a row, and at the same time as the first buzzer sounded, the other eight buzzers sounded almost at the same time.
The beams of light rushing away are not one, but nine!
Thousands of feet in the distance, the blink of an eye passed, the nine paths were extremely tyrannical, and the attack that the monks in the Yunhe realm could not resist attacked directly at the huge altar on that side.
Killing blood is important, but pulling the altar is more important.
As long as this traction altar can be destroyed, then the arrival of the blood world can be delayed, and at the same time, the blood family in front of them can be isolated and helpless.
If this can be done, then Longteng can be invincible in this battle.
This is also a plan that Huang Liang and others have negotiated in advance.
A pair of eyes converged, and everyone's heart was raised.
The nine beams of light carried the destruction and shattered it, breaking through the nine vacuum zones in the void, leaving clearly visible imprints along the way.
Some of the blood clans who were in a battle in front were accidentally affected by the beam of light, and they didn't even have time to react, so they turned into a blood mist and disappeared.
Such a terrifying might, no matter what material the altar was built with, once it was hit, it would definitely vanish.
However, just as the nine beams of light were about to fall on the altar, a thick blood-colored light curtain suddenly appeared out of thin air, covering the entire altar.
boom boom boom…
When the loud noise came out, beams of light rippled on the blood-colored light curtain, like concentric circles, constantly spreading out.
Seeing this scene from afar, Huang Liang and others gritted their teeth.
Although he had expected it, he was still unwilling to see the blood clan set up a protective circle next to the traction altar with his own eyes.
"ridiculous."
In the blood clan camp, the blood owl looked at this scene dazedly, with a calm expression.
The blood race has invaded an unknown number of realms, and they have long been familiar with how to deal with the scene in front of them, so no matter what the response from the Dragon Realm side is, it is within the expectations of the blood race.
How could there be no formation protection for such an important existence as the traction altar
Moreover, the formation deployed by the blood clan is definitely not something that can be cracked by Longtengjie.
In other words, it is not Longteng who is invincible in this battle, but the blood clan!
"Come again!" Huang Liang shouted.
boom boom boom…
It was another round of simultaneous attacks, and there were nine more bucket-thick beams of light blasting towards the altar like a thunder dragon. However, apart from making ripples on the blood-colored light curtain, it had no effect at all.
The power of this layer of protective magic circle has exceeded the limit that Longteng cultivator can deal with.
"Come again!" Huang Liang drank again.
He doesn't believe it anymore, this protective formation can continue like this forever.
boom boom boom…
When the beam of light dissipated and the spiritual power subsided, the scene that entered the eyes made people desperate.
"Damn it!" Huang Liang's beard was shaking with anger. Before he could give another order, Yuan Changcun stopped him: "There is no way to continue."
After three consecutive storms in a short period of time, the magic formation on the spirit ship was a little overwhelmed.
Guang Jing sighed slightly, if he had known this, it would be better to bombard the blood clan camp, so at least it would cause some damage to the blood clan.
But then again, this kind of attack takes a long time to gather momentum and is not flexible enough, so it is generally used to siege cities and pull out villages. I'm afraid he has already run away.
So even if this is done, the impact on the blood clan will not be too great.
The spirit boat is useless, so it can only be rushed to fight.
In this battle, I don't know how many Longteng monks will die here.
With an extremely sad mood, Huang Liang raised his hand, and under the attention of everyone, he waved his big hand down: "Kill!"
In the next moment, the monks of the three major overlord sects took the lead in rising from the sky and rushed towards the line of defense of the blood clan. Following the monks of the three major overlord sects, the monks of various forces of Longteng swept up one after another.
Start the war!