Chapter 200 Massacre
In the dark clouds above his head, wisps of lightning had gathered into groups.
The next moment, a thick bolt of thunder crashed down with a breath of destruction.
By mental calculation and unintentional calculation, Zuo Shang only had time to hold up the protective aura before he was overwhelmed by the thunder.
Then comes the second and third lanes.
By the time the thunder dissipated, Zuo Shang's defense had been penetrated, his body was charred black, and his breath was gone.
He was killed on the spot by Lu Ya!
At this time, the entire battle had just begun, and the clan-protecting formation below had not yet been broken.
Zuo's golden elixir has fallen.
The entire battlefield fell silent.
Then the morale of the monks in Yongze City was greatly boosted, and their attacks became more fierce and fierce.
Zuo, on the other hand, was frightened at the moment, and even his defensive confidence was weakened by three points.
Under this disparity in morale between the enemy and ourselves, Zuo's defeat began to show.
The most obvious thing is that the clan protection formation began to be unable to hold up under the joint attack of Feizhou and the monks. It kept shaking and the white mist became darker and darker.
He persisted for another half-quarter of an hour.
The Zuo clan's clan-protecting formation collapsed under the horrified eyes of the Zuo clan members.
"Everyone obeys the order and will be killed without mercy!"
Lu Ya was standing in mid-air, shouted sharply, and after speaking, he turned into a gust of wind and flew towards the Zuo clan.
Seeing this, the remaining monks also shouted and rushed into the Zuo clan.
The imagined defeat did not appear, and Xu knew that there was no way out. At this moment, the Zuo clan, led by more than a dozen foundation-building monks, stood ready within the clan.
So the more bloody fighting began at this moment.
A large number of monks were fighting in one place, the light of magic weapons and spells were flying randomly, and the screams of death were endless.
"puff!"
A blood hole appeared in the middle of the eyebrow of a female cultivator of the Zuo family who was in the late stage of Foundation Establishment. There was a look of shock on her face, and she died.
Lu Ya's figure was like a ghost, and he shuttled through the battlefield with his extremely fast wind speed, constantly killing Zuo's foundation-building monks.
With the continuous deaths of Zuo's foundation-building monks, the Zuo's people's defense became weaker and weaker.
It was not until the last Zuo Clan died at the hands of Lu Ya in the early stages of foundation building that the Zuo Clan's defense line finally collapsed.
The foundation-building monks of Yongze City rushed into the flock like tigers and took the lead in massacring the Zuo family's Qi-training monks.
Some of the Zuo monks continued to rush forward, using their lives to block the monks in Yongze City, while others tried to escape.
But no matter what you do, you can't change the fate of death.
The foundation-building monks alone can slaughter all these remaining defeated generals.
Bai Yutian was covered in blood, and the flying sword in his hand shuttled through the crowd at high speed. The blood was connected in a sea of blood, and heads were rolling wherever he passed.
Then with a wave of his hand, he rolled up the storage bag and magic weapon on the corpse with his magic power, stuffed it directly into the backpack behind him without looking at it, and headed towards another battlefield with red eyes.
Everyone pushed forward and killed all the way, and the entire Zuo clan fell into a sea of killing.
There were screams everywhere.
Until the end, even the air was filled with blood mist.
Half an hour later, the shouts of killing gradually subsided, and the entire Zuo clan fell into deathly silence.
There are dilapidated corpses, crumbling buildings, trampled medicine gardens, and scattered books and clothes everywhere, which looks like a ruined world after the war.
Inside Zuo's Ancestral Temple, Lu Ya and the monks behind him calmly looked at the mountain-like tablets inside Zuo's Ancestral Temple.
"Reporting to the city lord, there are more than a thousand members of the Zuo family, but no one survived," Bai Yutian said hesitantly with blood all over his body and his left arm hanging down.
Lu Ya didn't look back, he just said one word coldly: "Say."
Bai Yutian nodded and said quickly: "Yes, but no trace of Zuo Feng was found. We also interrogated some people, and the answers we received were that we did not see Zuo Feng return to the clan."
"In addition, Chief Lu asked me to report the battle damage to you. One person in our foundation building team died in the battle, and three people lost their combat effectiveness. The rest still have a certain degree of combat effectiveness. Twenty-three monks died during the Qi training period, and nine people were disabled. .”
After Bai Yutian finished speaking, he raised his head and glanced at Lu Ya. Seeing that he had no reaction, he continued: "Those who have retained their combat power include a total of eleven people in the foundation building period and a total of one hundred and eighteen people in the Qi training period."
Lu Ya was silent for a moment, then looked back at the people behind him, then waved his hand and said, "We will set off back in half an hour."
When everyone heard this, their eyes flashed.
Bai Yutian couldn't help but licked his lips. Half an hour was enough.
As Lu Ya returned to Feizhou, the Zuo clan fell into a sea of carnival.
In the distance, on the top of a short mountain, Zuo Feng lay among the gravel, looking at the clan that was in chaos, and dug his fingers deeply into the rocks beneath him.
"Yongze City, Lu Ya, I want you to die badly!"
Zuo Feng took a deep look at the flying boat floating in the sky and retreated quietly.
Half an hour later, all the monks returned to the flying boat one after another. Everyone could not stop smiling, talking excitedly about their harvest, regardless of their own blood stains.
"Everyone, clean yourself and return."
Within the array, Lu Dingbo's voice came out again.
There was a sudden silence in the cabin, and then all the monks consciously used cleaning techniques to clean away the blood and filth all over their bodies, and the air in the cabin became much fresher.
Then the flying boat started slowly and flew towards Yongze City.
In Lu Ya's room, Lu Dingbo was sitting opposite Lu Ya.
"This operation went smoothly. There was only one casualty in the foundation building, and one-fifth of the monks in the Qi training period were injured." Lu Dingbo sighed.
"It's a pity that the left winger didn't come back. Keeping him is a hidden danger after all."
Lu Ya also nodded, but there was nothing he could do.
Yangkui Territory is so big. If a monk deliberately wants to hide, there are plenty of places to hide.
Unless they are willing to pay the price to find a fortune teller and conduct divination, they can find each other.
"Let's go back and post a reward first. Maybe someone will meet him and take his head."
Lu Ya suggested.
Lu Dingbo nodded, and there was no better way.
Then he added: "This time we have gained an extremely rich harvest. The Jindan family's wealth is indeed considerable. In terms of spiritual stones alone, they have been allocated more than 1,300 high-grade spiritual stones. In addition, there are two magic weapons, magic weapons and There are even more storage bags.
There are also many spiritual materials, elixirs, elixirs, etc. I estimate that this harvest will be enough for our entire Lu family's three-year practice. "
Lu Ya was not surprised by this. If a Jindan family didn't even have this kind of wealth, then it would be time to think about what went wrong.
"What a golden belt for murder and arson!"
Lu Ya sighed.
Lu Dingbo also nodded with deep feeling.
But the dead monk could not empathize.
Lu Ya said: "If the monks who died in the battle have family members, they must provide follow-up compensation. If they are alone, build a tomb for them, so as not to let them become lonely ghosts."
"I will take care of this matter, don't worry." Lu Dingbo agreed.
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