Chapter 661 Armistice
As the river goes eastward, there are wild waterfalls like clouds.
fog.
It was so majestic that it was impossible to see clearly the mist ahead.
One step at a time.
The gray smoke and dust formed faint ripples and moved in all directions under the agitation of mana, and then there was an open space for the figure to stand down.
This man looks quite tall and thin, and his clothes do have a certain air of immortality, like a Taoist monk. However, his face does not have the calmness and calmness of a Taoist cultivator at all, but he is carefully paying attention. All around, the consciousness was stretched out, constantly looking at the darkness for him.
As if afraid that something would suddenly emerge from the darkness, it dragged him in together.
Looking back, the monks who originally formed the battle formation no longer knew where they were going. As they walked, he was left alone. When he saw the gray shadow not far away, Ji Gang used the light in his eyes and cast his magic eye. With the blessing of magic power, he waved the whisk in his hand and immediately swept the fog in front of him to his side.
far away.
The flags and iron coupons drooped like fine gold.
Under the solemn banners, there were green-faced ghost soldiers arrayed in a solemn array. They seemed to be walking on clouds. He clearly did not see their legs moving, but they appeared in front of him.
Ji Gang made a sword point with his fingers, and summoned his magic power to throw out the flying sword. When he drew the whisk forward, he saw the ghost general who was commanding the army raised the long-handled weapon condensed by the evil spirit in his hand.
Ji Gang's face couldn't help but twitch. He had never fought such a war.
Logically speaking, large-scale battles are usually about siege of cities and territories. After tearing apart the magic shields and formations, they will either plow the ground with a group of spirit boats, or, like now, they are involved and have to fight against each other.
However, when it comes to hand-to-hand combat, their sect and the Beast Control Sect have joined forces, and the Taiyi Sect cannot match the strength of their troops. Even if the monks from the Jin'ao Palace and the Yuandao Alliance come to help, they still have no advantage.
With such strength, they should be the one to win quickly and win.
This was true at first, until these ghost soldiers appeared on the battlefield.
It seems that the situation has become tense.
The burning pain under his ribs reminded Ji Gang that the golden elixir ghost cultivator who seemed to have no intelligence was anything but simple.
Sometimes Ji Gang would feel that what he was facing was not like a ghost at all, but a living monk. However, the other person did not have the emotions of an ordinary monk, which made the other person even more terrifying.
Without even thinking about it, Ji Gang flew up and performed his escape technique. The clouds turned into white wind and wrapped around his body, moving rapidly.
Not only this place, but Dazhong City seems to be a high mountain with no top visible under the majestic mist. And in this mountain, there are the wind and clouds of the prairie fire with magic spells, the wonders of the legal domain, and the five-color stones and ten lights that seal the law. .
From time to time, thunder flashed, and arcs tore open cracks.
The burning smell spread quickly in the air, making people's stomachs churn.
These spectacular battles are not as good as the millions of ghost soldiers marching in the fog.
The rampant general who led the army silently raised his weapon, and the Yin gods above the Golden Core flew to fight with the monks of the Hehuan Sect and the Beast Control Sect. The Nascent Ying Yin gods guarding the formation were holding small banners, and their power was like a prison. Under the Heavenly Power, those competing magical realms gradually melted away, leaving only the dazzling brilliance of the five-color and ten-light spells.
Ji Gang was just stopped by his fellow disciple. Before the fellow disciple could say anything, Ji Gang felt a sinister wind blowing, and then a terrifying black light burst out from his side.
The fellow disciple in front of him suddenly had a big hole in his chest, and a look of astonishment appeared on his face. He stretched out his hand and took out the healing elixir.
But he dropped his arms without strength, and even his body fell into the black mist in the distance. I saw the faint light of the sword flashing past, and the body of the fellow disciple had long been turned into blood and flesh. The Yin Shen escaped and was absorbed by the held-up soul flag. The monk holding the flag was an old man, and the power of the Nascent Soul was as tight as a fist. The palm of his hand held Ji Gang tightly.
"Don't be stunned!" A long roar came, and the same Nascent Soul cultivator used his wits to frighten away the old man who was looking at him.
Ji Gang took a closer look and saw that it was the Yuan Ying ancestor of the sect. The ancestor looked solemn, and the robes on his body were pieced together, unable to be pieced together completely.
Zhenjun Huandu stared straight ahead.
It was a burly golden-robed monk.
Holding two small bucklers, his rugged face didn't show much surprise.
Isn't it the True Lord Jin Ao who dug open the seal of the Sea of Ghost Souls?
In fact, he came back not too late, but he was acting as Taiyi's guard so he did not go out to fight. What he had to do was to stop all Nascent Soul monks who could threaten Taiyi.
Whether it's from the Hehuan Sect or the Beast Control Sect.
Jin Ao Zhenjun took two steps forward, and Dazhenjun's inspiration was like a huge wave: "Fellow Daoist Huandu, if you want to rush to the ancient building, you can only get through me first."
Then he pointed at the Nascent Soul monk who was forced to retreat in the distance: "Otherwise, we can only avoid it from a distance like the Taoist friends of the Beast Control Sect."
Huandu's consciousness swept over.
He has long heard about the power of True Lord Jin Ao, and it is said that this great True Lord, who is at the peak of confrontation, will not be at a disadvantage. He is the veteran Great True Lord of Xingluo Sea, and his strength is unfathomable.
Today's fight is indeed worthy of its reputation.
…
A powerful dim light flashed by the side, bombarding wildly, and flesh and blood flew everywhere. The gray mist was mixed with a touch of scarlet, like a layer of pink miasma, making the monks trapped in it unclear about their direction. , and can’t see the way forward clearly, only the fighting is real.
"kill!"
"Kill all the thieves of the Hehuan Sect."
"kill!"
"..."
"Follow me and kill the thieves of Taiyi Sect!"
The bloody wind and rain gathered in the dense clouds into a raging evil spirit, rushing towards the face. Ji Gang, who was standing next to his ancestor, suddenly took several steps back. He looked at the charging and killing around him in horror and confusion. What a tragic and chaotic battle it was. The broken limbs fell beside him, and the palm of his hand that clenched the weapon He was still trembling slightly, as if he wanted to hold the weapon tighter.
…
"and who are you?"
"The true inheritance from our ancestors, Wu Rong!" Wu Rong put his senior brother on his shoulders and waved the small flag beside him. The golden elixir Yin spirit suddenly disappeared, forcing the surrounding golden elixir masters back with a single move, and then used the magic technique to perform the black cloud escape, covering Zhou Xinglie and turning into a black energy rising into the sky.
Wu Rong took action surrounded by Yin spirits.
Behind him, five small flags appeared like cloaks, and Yin spirits with different expressions appeared.
However, once they met, Jin Dan, the real person who was the enemy of Wu Rong, was already dead. Just as he was escaping from Yin Shen, the banner-holding Nascent Soul standing in the clouds in the distance waved the high banner in his hand, and most of the monks who died in the formation were quickly taken away.
"This..." The ancestor of the Wu family swallowed hard, a mouthful of spit that had not been swallowed for a long time.
The blessing of such a large formation of soldiers and horses actually forced the monks of the Beast Control Sect and Hehuan Sect to stop. Instead, they, a mob, had the upper hand. As long as they relied on the side of the Yinling Ghost Cultivator, their lives were at least guaranteed.
He has also experienced war at such an old age. Compared with today, it is naturally a small fight, but it is also a real killing. However, it is not as shocking as what he is experiencing now.
Ouyang Yuze of Yinling Sect was so prostrate that he almost knelt down.
Compared with the ghost arts and ghost cultivation of their Yin Ling Sect, compared with those of the Yin gods released outside, the gap is simply like the gap between refugees and regular troops, not to mention that on the city tower, the Yuan Ying Ghost King from all directions flutters his banners and controls an army of millions. , overwhelming the two armies.
Keng!
A flying sword in Yu Long's palm turned into thousands of sword lights, resisting the siege of three golden elixir masters.
The light of golden fire is surging.
Junior Brother Yu, don’t panic.
Two Yin spirits flew past him, and the hook-nosed Wu Rong appeared beside Yu Long, relieving most of the pressure on Yu Long who was struggling to resist. It wasn't that Wu Rong wanted to be a firefighter, it was because the Yuanying and Jindan in the army seemed to be paying attention to him intentionally.
He could even mobilize the Jindan Yinshen to help.
Wu Rong was not an idiot. He immediately understood that it was his master's instruction, so he became a first-aid person on the battlefield.
"you……"
"The true inheritance of Taiyi Sect, Qiu Wandao." The old man in red waved the long hook-like weapon in his hand, and his wits gathered around him into a pillar of light that reached the sky. Jindan Zhenren's aura burned in the sky like a small hanging sun. The origin of Taiyi Sect is obviously extraordinary, and it has created these disciples who can fight beyond the ranks.
…
Taiyi opened his eyes slightly and twisted his hand to attract the spiritual energy.
The infinite vortex stirs up the wind and rain and turns it into mana.
The precious medicine to restore mana was refined at no cost, which allowed the Ghost King of the Ten Directions Killing Formation and the Millions of Yin Gods to walk out of the Soul Banner.
The main soul of Lingbao naturally does not consume as much mana as ordinary monks, not to mention those slave souls who have no sanity and only have pure spiritual intelligence. Compared with a single monk, the mana is enough to activate.
However, the souls in the soul banner are huge, and the main soul is the peak Great True King. Eight of the ten ghost kings are Nascent Souls, and the remaining two are also at the peak of the Golden Core.
Not to mention those Jindan Daoist and Foundation-Building Yin Shen, they are probably much more numerous than the combined forces of Taiyi Sect and Jin Ao Palace. Otherwise, the Taiyi Sect would not be allowed to sit in an ancient building, using the Great Five Elements Spirit Gathering Array as a raft, and eating all kinds of magical elixirs to restore mana as jelly beans.
…
The green-faced face turned sideways, and his scarlet eyes with pure black eyes stared at the beast king of the Beast Control Sect who was thrown away and struggled to get up. He was as powerful as a pillar and had great power.
The green-faced old devil dragged down the True Lord Xingjin from his hand, pulled out the Soul Reverend Banner that penetrated it, and threw the True Lord Xingjin out, hitting the arms of the Great True Lord Miaohe.
"Where's you?"
Upon hearing the green-faced old demon's inquiry, the Beast King immediately waved his hand, looked at the lost Miao He, and then put on a sighing face and said: "Fellow Taoist is brave, I admire you, and I would like to be like fellow Taoist Miao He. "As he said this, he put away the golden melon weapon in his hand, and at the same time removed the protective aura from his body to show his sincerity.
"very good."
"I hate people who can't see the situation clearly. I don't want to kill anyone. I, the Taiyi Sect, are a decent family and will not do anything implicated. It is helpless to start a war. Since we can sit down and have a good talk, that would be the best. It’s a matter of life. To avoid the loss of life and the heavy casualties among our disciples.”
Tu Shanjun wiped the blood from the sharp claws of the soul flag evil ghost.
The corners of the Beast King's mouth couldn't help but twitch.
This is indeed a good thing to say, but the person who said it is not right. These words should have been spoken by them, at least even if they lost. Now when I hear the devil say it, I always feel awkward.
He wondered if the devil had any conspiracy?
However, it doesn't look like it.
Since you can kill them in the first place, why bother playing tricks.
That leaves only one answer.
He wants fame!
He didn't seem to care, but actually he didn't want to bear the reputation of being a devil.
"armistice!"