Chapter 662 Building Discussion

Chapter 662 Building Discussion

"armistice!"

"armistice!"

"..."

The sound transmission of Miao He Da Zhenjun spread widely, turning into invisible sound waves and blooming in Dazhong City.

With the coercion of the Shifang Ghost King's Killing Formation as resistance, everyone who was still in the middle of the killing was immediately separated.

It's just that such a battle is not that easy. Even with Miaohe's guarantee and Tushanjun holding the battle, it still took half an hour for the dust to finally settle.

at this time.

As the majestic fog slowly subsided, the scattered sunlight finally shone down.

The rays of the warm sun dispelled the coldness in my heart, reflecting the blood stains on my face. The blood was already cold, and he didn't know whether it was the enemy's, his own, or his relatives and friends from the same sect.

Many monks still had blank looks on their faces, they were just following orders.

It wasn't until it gradually fell silent, and the sound of fighting or the bombardment of spells faded away, that he finally came back to his senses. Only then did he hear the whimpering, sadness, roaring, and the sobbing that lowered his own voice.

"Is this war?"

Wu Rong saw the cruelty of war for the first time.

There were stumps of limbs and broken arms everywhere, and bloody corpses piled up to form hills. The blood gathered in streams and flowed through his iron boots along the cracks in the broken bricks of Dazhong City, leaving only a faint fishy sweetness filling his nose and mouth.

Rolling down boulders from high walls, damaged urban dwellings, damaged large magical instruments, and felted flesh and fur stained on large magical instruments.

Overturned mountains, crooked trees, most of the original jungle that originally existed in Dazhong City were destroyed, and the mountain streams were turbid and turned into muddy tidal flats, not to mention the messy major Attic Square Market and Yaoyuanqi Mountain, which had long been destroyed. The monks who passed by plowed it hard several times, and not even the roots or bark of the trees were left.

The city was already in a mess.

"A ceasefire?"

"Ancestor said it was a truce."

"..."

"We...were defeated?"

The disciples of the Hehuan Sect looked sad. They put down their weapons one by one, removed the magic power to protect their bodies, and looked for the voice of their ancestors at a loss.

Of course they heard the two words "descend" said by their ancestors. What a sad word it was.

It seems that the Hehuan Sect has been in Xingluo Sea for thousands of years, but the war they launched with the Beast Control Sect has ended in failure. They should have won, and even if they lost, they wouldn't have lost so miserably.

The fact is that they lost.

Taiyi Sect's foundation is indeed insufficient, but Taiyi Sect has that person.

Taishi Zunhun True Monarch, the Peak Great True Monarch, there are millions of Yin spirits in the Zunhun Banner, and the Nascent Soul Ghost King from all directions is sitting there, so they were defeated. The defeat was very complete, and there was no chance of a comeback.

"Failed!"

The army was defeated like a mountain.

This is a chain reaction and a general trend like a flood.

Once he says defeat or surrender, it means that it is difficult for the coach to have the idea of ​​winning in his mind.

The same applies to the leading monks in the spiritual world.

Miaohe Dazhenjun sat dejectedly on the cloud. He should not have taken the risk of attacking the city, but instead fell into the opponent's way and became a turtle in the array. However, his supply line was cut off by the Yuandao League. Even if he took root and slowly attacked the city, and the Yuandao League came to surround He Huan and rescue Taiyi, he would still have to send troops as usual.

In fact, it was also because he didn't expect this person to be so strong.

Miao He Da Zhenjun couldn't help but look at the green-faced old devil.

Damn it!

This man is ridiculously strong.

I don’t know what kind of sect cultivated this monster.

Yes, it’s a monster!

Ordinary monks have some shortcomings, such as their physical bodies are not strong enough, their magic weapons are not powerful, their spells are not outstanding, and their true meaning is not enough, but this person seems to have no such concerns. When it comes to physical competition, the tiger, snake and alien beast are strong enough, but when the two fight against each other, the alien beast has no advantage.

It's okay to say that the alien beasts don't know how to use weapons.

What about the Beast King?

Under the clash of weapons, the Beast King's tiger's mouth was shattered, and his arms could no longer hold the spiritual treasure.

One can imagine the power of this person.

Logically speaking, a ghost cultivator shouldn't have such a powerful body, and it's not like this person has any weird bloodline or any legendary body, but his body has no flaws.

Regardless of his physical strength, the Void Crane is so fast that he may not be able to react at such a close distance. However, this man not only reacted, but also shot away the Void Crane first.

Poor Zhuikong Zhenjun may have lost half of his life.

The true magical power carried by that punch and the Yin thunder integrated into it were simply not something that ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators could resist. Miaohe had no reason to suspect that a weaker Nascent Soul would have been killed by this person's punch.

"Damn it!"

Miaohe gritted his teeth, now he wished he could cut Mingyu Zhenjun into pieces.

This damn thing spoke so freely that it attracted such a powerful enemy to the sect. Otherwise, why would it be like this? The prestige accumulated for thousands of years was given to others all at once, and now even he himself has become a prisoner of Taiyi Sect.

"Damn it."

"Damn Mingyu."

"Damn Zhuxi, even the sect monks can't control it..."

It was useless to say anything now, but Miaohe felt calm.

He felt that perhaps not only the prodigies in the center of the Eastern Wilderness Realm could fight with him. A 'mediocre' person like him is no match for this person. Now that things have come to this, we can only see what the other party means.

Fortunately, this green-faced old devil is not a real devil who will run away after one vote.

Otherwise, in today's battle, both he and the Beast King would have to enter the banner and become souls in the banner, and even the two of them would not be able to save their lives, let alone those junior brothers, junior sisters, and disciples, who would definitely be killed by the Yinshen of Lingbao long ago.

Others are good to talk about.

At least the green-faced old devil still has his sanity.

Whether they are afraid of the Kunyun Sect and Tianpeng Sect's encirclement and suppression of the Demon Sect, or they are afraid of the main sect behind them, Donghuang Hehuan, they don't have to die now. Thinking of this, Miaohe, who was feeling quite happy, turned into misery when he looked at the situation. He was not dead, but it was better to die in battle now.

The giant ship was seized and two to three hundred thousand disciples were taken hostage. There are also him, the sect’s pinnacle Great True Lord and the Great Elder, as well as two late-stage Great True Lords and three Yuanying Ancestors.

During this battle, the Great True Lord Zhuxi of the Hehuan Sect could not afford to redeem them even if he sold the entire sect.

After thinking about this, Miaohe couldn't laugh at all.

"Fucked."

"I'm really screwed this time."

Miaohe whispered softly.

The Beast King smiled awkwardly, pondered for a long time, and said with cupped hands: "Fellow Taoist Taoist, why don't we just let it go? Our sect will give you a reasonable compensation, and we are willing to repair Dazhong City for you. From now on, the Beast Control Sect's Beasts The boat is free for monks of Taiyi Sect, and our sect has a wild land in Beihai, where there are a large number of mortals, and our sect is willing to help your sect migrate here."

Tu Shanjun looked sideways and waved his hand to hide the several Nascent Soul Yins. The soul flags in his hands were like flying fairy catkins or like a long river of night flowing across the sky. Wherever he passed, the solemn expressions of the entire army were different. All the ghosts and ghosts suddenly rushed in from the clouds, turning into turbulent black air and suddenly surrounding him.

Gather the armor.

Tu Shanjun stretched out his blue-white hand, grabbed the fangs growing out of his mouth, and forcibly broke off a bloody fang, and forged it into a long-handled hooked iron nail with infant fire. He used his fingernails to carve long and mysterious inscriptions on the top, and it wasn't until the nails turned into a piece of green iron that he walked in front of the Beast King.

"Blocking the mana may be a bit painful, please forgive me, fellow Taoist."

He said this, but he didn't show any mercy. He stabbed the hook into the flesh and blood and penetrated the Beast King's pipa bone.

Follow the same rules.

The magic power of Miaohe Dazhenjun was also banned.

Tu Shanjun said: "Apart from not being able to use magic power, there are no other dangers. But you can also try to break free from my iron nails, as long as you are not afraid of death."

The Beast King and Miaohe glanced at each other, neither wanting to test whether what Tu Shanjun said was true.

"Where are we?" After taking the elixir and covering his chest, the Great True Lord Xingjin looked at his junior brother and the Master Zhuikong of the Beast Control Sect, whose chest collapsed and his face was as pale as paper. Then he looked at Lord Tushan and asked. .

Tu Shanjun looked at the three of them and said calmly: "You don't need it!"

"Wow, that's too much!"

"Senior brother, forget it, forget it." The Hehuan Sect monk who had his arm cut off quickly grabbed Xing Jin.

They were too weak in other people's eyes, and they didn't even bother to limit him. It was right to say that if it hadn't been for the support of his senior brother and the Beast King, they wouldn't have been able to withstand this attack, and they were seriously injured in just one confrontation.

The broken arm of the broken arm, the wounded of the wounded.

My senior brother was almost beaten to death.

At that time, it was obvious that he had to consider not only who survived, but also who had the ability to resist, so he chose to block the blow for his senior brother. I just didn't expect it to be so vulnerable.

Tu Shanjun captured the two men and returned to the ancient building.

A banquet has long been held here.

The leader, Taiyi, lowered his eyes and looked at the Great True Lord Miaohe and the Beast King. There were three monks sitting on the right side. They were the three monks from the Jin'ao Palace. They were led by True Lord Jin'ao, followed by True Lord Qiongjing, and Sikong Xing. Ye again.

Taiyi laughed and stood up, cupping his hands and saying, "I have long admired your great name!"

The posture is really like a latecomer meeting an old senior in the spiritual world.

"well."

"What are you talking about, fellow Taoist Taiyi?"

"The demeanor of Taiyi Sect Master is indeed extraordinary."

"..."

"Everyone please."

"please!"

Everyone took their seats.

Tu Shanjun walked to the one under the first seat and sat down slowly, looking at his nose and heart, as if the old god was there.

"Both of them are seniors, so the junior will get straight to the point."

"Your sect launched an unjust war, and our brothers were forced to take action. You must know that I have been assassinated, and my Taoist friends from Jin'ao Palace and Yuandao League have also died."

Taiyi said with a smile: "Now everyone relies on their own abilities, but your sect is defeated. Our sect does not want to commit more crimes, and is willing to value peace. I hope your sect can understand."

"That's what Fellow Taoist Taiyi said."

Miaohe explained: "I still want to reiterate that we did not plan the attack, nor did we kill the Taoist friends of Jin'ao Palace and Yuandao League."

Looking at Taiyi's meaningful smile, Miaohe knew that it was no longer important.

"I wonder what Fellow Taoist Taiyi wants our sect to pay before he is willing to release us back?"

"Easy to say."

"I heard that Lu Huangzong moved westward, and your sect got a vast territory. Since your sect is going to return to his hometown in glory, you can sell the remaining land of the Five Domains to my sect at a cheap price." Taiyi picked up the wine bottle and revealed A bright smile, eyes narrowed into crescent moons, looking exceptionally kind.

His wandering eyes suddenly focused, and Miaohe suddenly thought of something.

In fact, he shouldn't blame Zhenjun Mingyu. No matter how eloquent that kid is, he will never take action in Taiyi Sect. Moreover, Tushanjun is still there to stop him. Mingyu Zhenjun shouldn't say anything about it, for fear that he will be Qing Qing as long as he uses his magic power. The old man pressed him to death.

From beginning to end, it was all planned by Taiyi Sect.

For what reason, it is already obvious.

It is his Hehuan Sect Five Domains!

Late update, sorry. Will update normally tomorrow.