Chapter 532: The Great War Ends

At the same time, more than a dozen worlds away from the cloud world, Long Ying was half-opening his eyes in boredom, although theoretically speaking, there was an insurmountable distance. But if Long Ying is willing, he can observe everything in the twenty parallel spaces around him.

At this moment, the situation at the top of Xiaoshan Mountain and the bottom of it was in his eyes.

However, the confrontation between the two armies seemed a bit boring to him. The only interesting thing is his apprentice.

"——There are four thousand blood cloud riders guarding, not a little bit more fragile, and slaughtered the Xuanling Sect of Shangxiao. He still has to hide and cover up, waiting for the formation of the Ten Absolute Vault of Heaven. He is planning to All the sects in the East Lin who joined the Shangxiao sect were all executed? My apprentice, I really am not an ordinary sinister!"

"Speaking of insidiousness, you are not bad as a master. If it weren't for Long Ying, you used Dafa to cover it up, I'm afraid Zong Shou's arrangement this time, the Ling Yunzong's, would have known it all—"

With a chuckle, he suddenly remembered behind Long Ying. A shadow entered, and then stepped out of the void, pacing. The body, sound and appearance are exactly Ao Kun.

"You really are already a saint!"

Long Ying turned his head, and then his eyes flickered, and he was shocked again: "However, you still have the law of destruction. This time you are a blessing in disguise. It seems that my apprentice has really benefited you a lot."

"Zong Shou is indeed my destiny!"

Ao Kun nodded. Although he was extremely grateful in his heart, he would not show it on his face: "If it wasn't for him, even if I found Dan back, I'm afraid I can only be his slave in this life. Now reuniting with the dragon Dan, you don’t have to be coerced by him anymore—”

"Hmph! I'm afraid it's one of them. Cang Shengdao intervene? That Wei Xu is really as cunning as a fox. Xizi has been frank all his life, so why did he accept such a cunning apprentice? In short, you and I owe a lot of love." That's right. Forget it! Now that you are taking care of Shou'er, I can rest assured. Anyway, the lifespan of your dragon clan is very long!"

Long Ying snorted coldly, but it seemed that he didn't want to say more about the common people's way. He changed the subject and said, "It's just right for you to come this time! Hide here for a while. When they can't bear it, go out later. Help me slaughter that son of a bitch from the Shangxiao Sect!"

Ao Kun frowned, then smiled: "Brother Longying, why are you so angry this time?"

"Why isn't it hot?"

Long Ying's complexion was even more gloomy, and his eyes were extremely cold, looking at the void in the distance.

But Yaoyao sensed that there were at least two other members of Lingyunzong who could exist side by side with him.

"Do you know that Ling Yunzong's kid, there are two people gathered in the holy realm alone? There are as many as ten people in the divine realm. I don't bother to estimate in the rest of the fairyland. This is predetermined. If Zongshou is defeated, I will definitely Rescue from Zhiyun Realm. This time, the kill is not only against Zongshou, but also me, Longying! Just like Xizi back then. Hey! Since they want me to die, how can I, Longying, not kill me? Pay back the color?"

Ao Kun laughed lightly when he heard this: "Unexpectedly, I haven't seen you for thousands of years, and Ao Kun's water chestnut has also been smoothed. Long Ying, your temper is still so hot!"

Then there was a pause, and there was a lingering murderous intent in his voice: "However, the latter sentence is not bad. Since he is waiting, he must seek death, so there is no way. I, Ao Kun, have not been here for a long time Get into-"

Long Ying immediately raised his head and laughed, he was waiting for this sentence.

"That brat of the Lingyun Sect, he thinks he's right. If he saw you today, what kind of expression would he have? In the battle of the Shangxiao Sect, the Lingyun Sect's strength was at least 70%. What does this guy think?"

When I thought about the battle with Narui later, there was unexpectedly one more Saint Realm who mastered the law of destruction beside me. Long Ying felt very happy, narrowed his eyes, and smiled. Then he moved slightly in his heart: "Huh? It seems to be a move? Zong Shou, what the hell is he doing? The blood cloud iron cavalry will not move for a day. What can those black fox cavalry and tens of thousands of ordinary cavalry be able to do?" What? Boring, boring! I really regret accepting this apprentice, I'm so unhappy!"

Hearing this, Ao Kun's gaze also passed through the layers of space, looking from a distance.

Then there was a smile again, but the four thousand two hundred blood cloud cavalry still stopped in the black mist.

However, within ten miles, whenever an enemy dies, a trace of blood energy will be absorbed and gathered into the black mist.

It can be seen that the armor of these blood cloud riders is getting redder and dazzling, as if fresh blood is flowing on them.

Calculating the time, this ancient cavalry is almost here. When the cloud world was shocked again—※※※※At this time, there was a thunderous explosion at the top of Xiaoshan Mountain. Hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers, armed to the teeth, are surrounding a small hill, fighting constantly.

Both sides are experienced in many battles, and they are silent at the moment. I could only hear the clash of weapons, the clash of armored weapons, and the neighing of those mounted beasts...

There is no need to roar for courage, and there is no need to howl to vent. They are all extremely tough, just like killing machines.

One of them is the 70,000 cavalry from Qianyao Mountain. Divide into shares. Constantly circling and attacking at the foot of the mountain, breaking up and defeating the oppressive phalanx one by one.

Under the trampling of horseshoes, there are almost no survivors!

On one side is the Thousand Cities Alliance, the millions of troops gathered here. One by one, the phalanxes lined up, followed the order, and moved forward like impenetrable iron walls.

Even if he knew he couldn't withstand the impact of the iron cavalry, he would still fight to the death for a day. Even if it is washed away, it will not retreat in a panic. Instead, they retreated to the rear from the gap between the phalanxes in an orderly manner, and quickly reorganized the formation.

It's like a wave, endless. Wave after wave, they shot towards the hill.

Every few breaths, there are millions of feather arrows flying into the sky. Falling over there, it continuously impacted the spiritual barriers of Kong Qizong and Qilingzong's spiritual cultivation, which were propped up.

After each arrow rain, it would dim the barrier for a few minutes. But always after a while, it returns to the same state again.

On the hill, beside Zong Shou at this time, Zhao Yanran frowned slightly: "It can only last for another hour—"

"I know!"

Zong Shou nodded slightly, and then looked towards the opposite side: "I guess there is no longer waiting."

Just a hundred feet behind him, waves of tyrannical bloody aura are gradually overflowing. The thousands of blood and energy also began to rush out of the black mist.

Even if it is a young weapon, it cannot be suppressed at this time.

Lei Dong and Jin Buhui were also shocked and uncertain. Is it inside the fog. Zong Shou is preparing some kind of artifact of the magic way? Absorbing the blood of the dead in battle is really similar to a demon.

Zong Shou is so determined, looking at the people here, he doesn't look worried at all. What kind of thing is hidden in this fog?

Feeling uneasy in my heart, I really don't want Zongshou, so I went on the wrong way.

At this time, on the high platform that Zong Shou was paying attention to, Yang Fan also stood up from his seat with an extremely dignified expression. Looking at the opposite side, he fell into meditation.

I feel more and more uneasy, more and more apprehensive.

The most shocking thing is the black mist. Whenever someone died in battle, the aura inside the black mist became even more tyrannical.

I didn't feel anything before, but gradually, even he felt frightened, "You all spiritual cultivators, can you see clearly, what is in the black mist?"

At this time, besides the masters of the great city, the people sitting around him were the eighth-rank elders of several sects. Attending here is to supervise this battle.

But when these words came out, these people frowned slightly, showing a slightly embarrassed expression.

"Can't do it? Huh! They're all useless things!"

Yang Fan didn't care what the elders of the various sects facing the east thought. Take a few steps forward and reach the side of the railing.

Not long ago, when the Seven Spirit Sect and the Kong Qi Sect rushed over one after another, they already felt a little uneasy.

But now this distraction is frightening, and for some reason, it becomes more and more irrepressible.

Contemplating for a moment, Yang Fan clenched his fists violently: "Pass down the order, and order the Daoist soldiers of all sects to show up! The rest of the infantry, all retreat! 470,000 cavalry, let me smash them together! If you don’t believe me, you can’t break this walnut—”

A 70-year-old man next to him frowned slightly: "According to the order of my elder Zong Lingwei, it is best to use the soldiers from various cities to wear down his strength first, and then use the power of thunder to break it in one fell swoop?"

"Willing? Killing a ghost!"

Yang Fan suddenly turned his head, his eyes were red: "Did you see the situation in the fog? I'm afraid our plan is just in line with Zong Shou's intention! When it comes to the strategy of using troops, is it my Yang Fan who is stronger, or his spirit?" Weizi is stronger? All sects, since you have entrusted me with this battle, then obey my orders. If you are not convinced, you can ask Lingweizi again, and I will tell him!"

The seventy-year-old Daoist's expression changed slightly, and there was a bit of anger in his eyes. After a while, without knowing what to do, he calmed down again: "Forget it! It's just as you ordered!"

Not long after this voice fell, the dozens of phalanxes in front began to retreat like a tide.

The more than 60,000 elite cavalry on the Qianyao Mountain side did not pursue them, and after leaving, they went back to the hillside and lined up again.

And just a moment later, teams of cavalry rushed out from the formations on all sides without knowing it.

Hundreds of thousands of riders came in dense waves. The sound of hooves sounded like thunder, and the speed was neither too fast nor too slow.

But what attracted the most attention was the cavalry army with different armors that appeared suddenly at the front of the formation.

Although there were only 1,200 people, the momentum overwhelmed the hundreds of thousands of people here, and they rode their horses and walked slowly. As he approached the hillside, he gradually accelerated.

Although only a thousand entries, the momentum is like a landslide and a sea split.

At this time, Yaoji saw that there was also a chuckle: "So, the four hundred Yunlong iron sword masters, you Lingyunzong, are really willing to spend your capital. Two hundred Shangqing Xuan Leishi, two hundred Taoist Lingxuan Fengshi, this one It seems that the demon king is doomed."

The person who spoke was the one who claimed to be the Demon Sect earlier. But at this time, in the middle of the world, I don't know how many people have entered, and they exclaimed regretfully.

Even Lei Dong and Jin Bugui frowned slightly. They looked at each other, eyes full of helplessness.

This battle really can only be escape.

Zong Shou raised his eyebrows and untied all his robes. It was impressively dressed in crimson armor, and held a blood-red halberd in his hand.

"I ask you, are you willing to step down this Shangxiao Mountain with me today?"