The battlefield at this moment became extremely intense inexplicably because of the cultivators' participation.
After all, the power of a spell can be great or small, it all depends on the skill of the person who performs the spell. Here it almost represents the collision of the top cultivators in the world. How can it not be shocking? How can it not be intense
Compared with the melee battles on the front line, the offensive and defensive battles here are more obvious. Although in terms of numbers, our side once again does not have the advantage, but because of the participation of several elders from the Snow Mountain lineage, we still have a small advantage. Advantage
Almost no spells from that side can attack this side, and occasionally for the great spells cast here, there are sometimes loopholes in the defense there, which will reduce the remaining power of the spells.
There were casualties among the cultivators over there!
But Yang Sheng's altar was still extremely quiet. He didn't know what he was doing with the black curtain drawn.
The most intense part was that the black whirlwind in the middle of the battlefield was blown away by the hurricane technique summoned by the master. Most of the warriors who had activated their own power finally broke a delicate balance and began to overwhelmingly move towards Yang Sheng's troops. After all, strength can't be compensated by madness. Even madness makes those dead soldiers refuse to retreat, making it extremely difficult for the warriors here.
In the center of the battlefield, there is a fierce battle below, and above is a fierce collision of various spells. Just above the battlefield, thunder and lightning explode from time to time, hurricanes roar, ghosts and ghosts flash from time to time, and dizzy collisions of souls all happen here.
This battlefield has become almost as terrifying as hell.
Even if ordinary people stand here and cannot see any specific scene, they will definitely see lightning and thunder, and feel the earth shaking.
The advantage of Yang Sheng's side is slowly disappearing and has even completely turned into a disadvantage. However, just like before, the altar remains motionless, and no one from Yang Sheng's real top power appears inside. Passed one.
It is almost everyone's idea to attack there in one go. After all, if it is possible, even if only 10 of those monks and body cultivators rush over, it will be a fatal blow to the magic cultivators over there. There is no need to rely so much on the Heavenly Punishment Formation. You can even change the strategies of all the people entering the formation and cast spells together. Then
But the idea is extremely beautiful, but the reality is not that simple. At least Yang Sheng's purpose of building that altar, no one thought that they would just sit back and wait for death!
On the other hand, the face of the old leader did not become relaxed because of the current advantage. Instead, it became more serious, and there was a feeling that the storm was about to come.
As time passed by, my ears could hear nothing but the popping sounds coming from various spells. The screaming and gasping sounds on the battlefield were just that one sound, and the sounds of so many formations taking their positions!
At this moment, after this battle, more than half of the formation has been completed, and there are only less than fifty formation patterns left, which can be completely completed!
I was inexplicably excited when I saw the formation of four hundred and ten people. How powerful is it
I just hope that it will be faster, and faster. I see the number of people on Yang Sheng's side slowly decreasing. Although the number of cultivators who cast spells has increased, they can withstand the attacks here, but this does not mean that they can withstand the attack. What does it mean
After all, when there is a certain difference in quality, quantity compensation sometimes cannot play a decisive role.
Finally, when there were less than ten dead soldiers left on Yang Sheng's side, the warriors led by Uncle Hui looked up to the sky and let out a long roar. With the cooperation of the cultivators behind them, they could rush over before their eyes.
But at this moment, the old leader who had been standing immovable next to me finally moved. Before, he had only gently shaken off some snowflakes. Now when he moved, he looked fluttery and fairy-like, but he was shaking. The white snow that fell with a sound brought up a piece of falling snow behind it, which felt like it was coming from the wind and snow.
"Old leader, what are you doing?" I don't understand why the old leader did this!
But I heard bursts of Sanskrit singing coming from the altar over there. It was a female voice. This voice sounded so sacred, so pure, full of mystery, but far too far to make people unconsciously want to hear it. Worship without daring to have the slightest hint of blasphemy.
What happened? The people on Yang Sheng's side are obviously extreme in their actions and ignore the law of heaven. Why would such a sound come from their altar? I frowned. I knew that this time would be the beginning of the real heat of the war, but I heard the old leader say: "Yes." It’s time for me to take action.”
The old boss wants to take action? Before I had time to react, I saw Sister Jenny, who had been leaning under the big rock, suddenly take a big sip of wine, then quickly tighten the bottle and put it into her butt pocket.
Everyone present was wearing white robes, except for Sister Jenny, who only wore a white cloak as a token of approval. She also wore a leather jacket and leather trousers, which looked very smart and incompatible with the image of this battlefield.
She put away the wine bottle, walked away and suddenly stopped, looked at me and said, "Xiao, do you think he will like it if I dress like this?"
he? It should be referring to the master, right? In this battle, I have been intersecting with Chen Chengyi from time to time. At this time, I have completely "fallen" myself. I naturally think of Lao Li as my master, and I don't think there is any problem.
Just like I have become accustomed to calling everyone from Chen Chengyi's point of view, I have accepted it. However, I just thought that I had taken on Chen Chengyi's identity. There was no movement in his will. I thought it was the last persist in.
I didn’t expect Sister Jenny to suddenly ask questions about such a young daughter like me in a cruel place like the battlefield. I was silent for a while and said: "Sister Jenny, you are beautiful in everything you do. I thought Master would be like this Thought."
"Haha, if his mouth was as sweet as yours, why would I have complained about him for so long?" While speaking, Sister Jenny had already followed in the footsteps of the old boss.
I really want to ask, don't she and the old leader want to hold the position of the Formation Eye? Why did you suddenly come forward to fight
But before I had time to ask, I heard a sound of falling to the ground. When I saw it was Lu Shan, he fell to his knees on the ground. He supported his body with his arms and lowered his head, but he couldn't see clearly. look.
Tao Bai, who was standing next to him, wanted to reach out to help Lu Shan, but his face turned red and his eyes were full of tears.
Brother Chengqing, who was still standing nearby, helped Lu Shan up, but Lu Shan turned his head and looked at me excitedly and said, "Chengyi Chengyi, it's her, it's Baima's voice."
Baima? In the previous three days, I completely suppressed my will. I didn't know the specific things that happened to Chen Chengyi and the conversation. I only had some vague impressions. But now that Lu Shan said this, I suddenly remembered everything!
Does such a holy voice belong to Pema? As far as I know, Baima has completely disappeared and even his soul has been sealed into the drum. In this case, there is only one possibility...
I suddenly looked up at the altar, but by chance, I saw a gust of wind blowing up the black cloth around the altar with a "whoosh", and then the violent wind swept away the black cloth and turned the black cloth away. The cloth was carried up to the sky and floated to the depths of the sky
Without the obstruction of the black cloth, everything in the altar suddenly came into view. I saw Yang Sheng sitting cross-legged in the center of the altar. The lamas who had entered the altar with him before and sat cross-legged around him kept moving their lips. It was moving, as if silently reciting some sutra.
All the cultivators who had entered the altar before them were sitting cross-legged around them, with tired faces, as if they had experienced a great deal of consumption and were seizing the time to recover!
There is only one person standing on the altar, and that is Wu Tian!
As for where the sound of Sanskrit singing comes from? I looked at the authentic Yang Sheng sitting cross-legged with some disbelief. He had taken off his mask at this moment. Under the mask, there was no difference at all from what he looked like back then.
There was a drum in his hand and he was holding the drum in the other hand. He was beating the drum devoutly with his eyes closed and the rhythm was not fast, but what came out of the drum was not the sound of the drum, but the sound of Sanskrit singing.