Chapter 1850 Chaos (Part 1) (Added Update for the New Operating Officer Leocpor!)

Although a gap was penetrated in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, the so-called "centipede insect" was dead but not stiff. Such a huge formation could not be destroyed in an instant, and thousands of golden lights still covered the four directions.

But with this gap, Beiming's army can take advantage of it and sneak in.

The navy of Tianhe City took advantage of the power of the Tongtian River to rush into the formation first and cut down the monks guarding the formation. Soon the formation could not be maintained and the gap was torn wider and wider, so that Yongye City and Liangyi City , Tiangong City, Xuanyin Pavilion, Disha Pavilion and other Beiming monks swarmed in, and together with the thousands of poisonous people, they launched a mighty charge towards the "Ten Thousand Immortals Formation".

Among Nanxuan's ten armies, the "Kunwu Army" led by Kunwu City was the closest to the gap.

Fan Qingzhou took the lead, running the "Shan Hai Jing" skills, rushing into the formation, and his magical powers were greatly activated.

"Behead those who retreat! Everyone step forward and block the gap, don't let them rush in!"

In the confrontation between the two armies, it is no longer possible for one person to control the situation. A million-strong army surrounded them in a formation, and even the Yasheng would be filled with hatred. What's more, there are masters of catastrophes among the million-strong army. As long as anyone is not careful, anyone may die.

The Kunwu Army is also well-trained, and the "Seven Killing Battalion" leading the group are all highly skilled in Taoism, and there are also five ancestors of the Huajie Ancestor who are trying to block the first wave of offensive from the Beiming Army.

However, the Beiming Army's offensive was endless. In just a few moments of the confrontation, more than ten True Lords of Tongxuan died, and another Ancestor of Huajie was seriously injured.

"Nan Xuan Qi has been exhausted, all fellow Taoists will follow me to kill!"

The fighting spirit of the Bei Ming Army was at its peak, and monks from all sides came like a tide.

I saw a man from a distance, wearing golden armor and holding a flaming knife. There was no grass growing wherever he passed, but all living things, whether human, demon or spiritual beast, were rolled up by him with the flaming knife and turned into ashes.

There was another person holding a black altar in both hands and walking in the air above the army. As soon as General Nanxuan was injured, even if it was a slight injury, the black altar immediately emitted a black light and pulled the soul of General Nanxuan from the wound. It came out, was inhaled into the altar, and turned into blood in a matter of seconds, which was extremely weird!

There are all kinds of strange people in Beiming's army, and there are countless evil and strange spells. Although Kunwu's army is brave, they can't stop Beiming's repeated attacks. The flaw is soon exposed, and the gap is torn open. Many Beiming masters poured in.

"Brother Qingzhou, let me help you!"

Suddenly I heard a loud shout, and looking from a distance, I saw a large army coming to help. The leader was young, handsome, and personable. He was the son of the lord of the city who forgot to return, and he had no time to return!

It turns out that the "Wuchen Army" came to support!

In fact, his uncle was not to blame for being the commander-in-chief of the Wuchen Army. Just because there was the "World Destruction Star Map" of Qixing City on the top of the sky, and with the help of Feng Jiaojiao and Qiu Jiuren from Liangyi City, one of the Luotian Mountain sects The power is hard to withstand, and he has no choice but to stay in the sky and join forces with the Great Suffering Master to fight against the "World-Destroying Star Map" and "Everything in the World".

As a result, the Wuchen Army has no one to command, and as the son of the city lord, Gui Wuqi naturally does his duty and takes over the important task in times of crisis.

When the two armies came together, there was no time to say thank you. The two commanders, Fan Qingzhou and Gui Wuqi, only made eye contact for a moment, and the next moment they went to their respective battlefields.

"Hurry up and set up the 'Four Spiritual Gates'!"

Gui Wuqi waved his flag, and the Wuchen army immediately changed its formation.

I saw the vanguard troops spreading out to both sides, with banners waving in the rear and drums beating like thunder. After a while, thousands of unicycle chariots were pushed out from the crowd.

These tanks are divided into four different types:

Part of it is made of flint, and there is a sacred fire pillar on the car, which is a hundred feet high, with countless flame patterns painted on it, emitting a blazing glow.

There is also a part made of water jade, with water spirit beads suspended on the body. Every time the spirit beads spin around, water waves will ripple out, causing ripples in the surrounding space, which is strange and unpredictable.

There is also a part made of Feng Jing. There is a large flag erected on the car, which floats in the wind and stirs up countless wind and clouds. Even the yellow sand is blown into the sky.

The last part is made of back soil. The chariot is very heavy, and the monks pushing the cart are all physical practitioners. Looking at it, it looks like small mountains. A high wall is erected on the cart, like the gate of a cave, which is simple and desolate.

The four types of chariots totaling more than 1,800 vehicles, arranged in a strange way, with four elements of "earth, fire, water, and wind", suddenly rushed into the Beiming Army, and saw the alternating glow of four colors. In some places, there were fierce fires and strong winds, and the fire took advantage of the wind, and the wind helped the fire; in other places, the water and earth covered each other, and the earth dragons and water dragons alternated, drawing thousands of troops into it. Suddenly there were cries of ghosts and howls of wolves, with countless casualties.

"What a wonderful skill!"

Beiming's army was originally powerful and mighty, but it was unexpectedly blocked by the Wuchen Army's "Four Spiritual Qi Sect". For a time, they were overwhelmed and suffered heavy losses. Even the monks flying high in the sky were defeated by the magic of Qimen, and then covered up by the earth, and thus turned into the dust of history.

Seeing that the offensive was blocked, a Taoist suddenly jumped out from the Beiming Army. He had a long beard on a horse's face and narrow eyes. He held a mahogany sword in his left hand and a yellow talisman in his right hand. He opened an altar in mid-air to practice magic.

He penetrated the yellow talisman with his mahogany sword, muttered something in his mouth, and pointed the sword fiercely.

An army of 100,000 people behind Beiming suddenly stopped, and then a puff of green smoke came out from the Tianling Cap, and the green smoke condensed into human shapes, which looked exactly like their respective appearances.

This army of monks composed of green smoke all had dull eyes, as if they had lost the ability to think. Then they flew up lightly, leaped over the vanguard troops in front, and rushed into the "Four Spiritual Qimen" first.

Gui Wuqi hurriedly ordered his soldiers to use their magical powers to attack, only to find that this strange army was not afraid of earth, fire, water, and wind. No matter whether it was howling in the strong wind, soaked in water, roasted by fire, or buried in the back of the earth, the monks composed of these green smoke were all affected. It passed through the body and was less than half injured!

"The soul is out of body!"

Rao Shigui has seen a lot, and he couldn't help but be surprised at this moment.

You must know that ordinary monks can only cultivate their souls when they reach the Golden Core Realm, but their souls still cannot leave the body. Only after breaking through the mysterious gate and becoming the True Lord Tongxuan can their souls leave the body.

The strange army of 100,000 people in front of me, most of which only have the cultivation level of Foundation Establishment Stage and Juyuan Realm, actually have their Yuan Shen leave the body and cross thousands of rivers and mountains to break into their own "Four Spiritual Sect". It is simply unbelievable. !

"Hahaha! The magic of Qimen is nothing more than a trick, let me use the 'Yin Soldier' ​​to break your Qimen!"

In mid-air, the horse-faced Taoist was extremely proud.

He held the peach wood sword and stepped on the Tiangang. He burned the yellow talismans into blue smoke, and the peach wood sword danced like the wind.

One hundred thousand "yin soldiers" received his order, divided into several groups in mid-air, and attacked the "Four Spiritual Gates" from different directions. Because they were not afraid of "earth, fire, water, and wind", the whole journey was unobstructed.

Most of the Nanxuan monks pushing wheelbarrows were in the Foundation Establishment stage and Juyuan realm. They had never seen such a formation before. They hurriedly used their magical powers to attack, but they could not hurt the Yin soldiers. Instead, they fell beside them, one by one. He broke his neck and fell from the chariot.

The situation suddenly changed again.

"It's a 'Tianyinren'!"

Someone in the Nanxuan Army recognized the origin of the old horse-faced Taoist. The origin of this person is unknown, and the teacher has no way to verify it. He has an evil method that specializes in controlling Yin souls. In his early years, he was hunted down by seven mountains and twelve cities for killing mortals, and traveled to many places. , is really a street rat.

Unexpectedly, after the war between the North and the South broke out, this horse-faced old man was pardoned by Tiangong City, and found a position in the army because of his strange methods. Therefore, he became even more proud. In this war, he really used his methods to the extreme. A gap opened in Nanxuan's military formation.

The two sides fought fiercely, and one hundred thousand "Yin soldiers" were invulnerable, invulnerable to water and fire, and floated like ghosts on the battlefield.

The low-level monks had no experience in dealing with Yuanshen, so they suffered a big loss. Countless monks who were driving chariots were killed, and the four chariots of earth, fire, water and wind fell to the ground.

Seeing that the "Four Spiritual Qi Sect" was about to be broken, Beiming's army was so powerful that they suddenly heard a loud shout from behind:

"Send thunder!"

Many people were attracted by the sound. They looked up and saw more than 3,000 elite disciples from Shenxiao Mountain flying up into the air. Some were chanting incantations and some were activating talismans. A moment later, thunder exploded and more than 3,000 disciples were heard. Lightning fell from the sky at the same time!

This scene is extremely spectacular!

You must know that Shenxiao Mountain is not a piece of iron. Just because Nangong Xiao passed down three thunder methods, but did not pass down the Shenxiao Thunder Seal, so the three thunder methods cannot be practiced together. This also caused later generations of disciples to be divided into three factions, because If the cultivation concepts are not in harmony, there will often be conflicts and quarrels, and sometimes even fights.

But at this moment, no matter which group of disciples they were, they all gave up their own prejudices.

More than 3,000 people gathered in Yunxiao and activated the thunder method at the same time. Those with low level of cultivation relied on talismans to activate it, while those with high level of cultivation directly fired thunder from the palms of their hands.

I saw three thousand thunders! It's like the wrath of heaven, thundering down to destroy the world, unstoppable!

Boom!

Three thousand thunderbolts fell, specializing in attacking Yin soldiers and ghosts. The one hundred thousand "Yin soldiers" borrowed by the "Tianyin people" disappeared in this thunder punishment. They were originally Yin soldiers condensed in blue smoke, and in the thunder light It dispersed into blue smoke, floated into the air, and disappeared without a trace.

"Quick, get on the road and drive!"

Gui Wuqi saw the opportunity and waved the flag in his hand one after another.

Countless soldiers of the Wuchen Army marched forward bravely and came to the fallen tanks. Some of the tanks were still sitting on the vanguard soldiers who had just died tragically. The latecomers had no time to grieve and used magic to drag the dead bodies off the tanks. He sat on it and became the new soldier in charge.

More than 1,800 chariots were put into operation again, and the "Four Spiritual Qimen" reappeared. Countless soldiers from the Wuchen Army, Kunwu Army, and Shenxiao Army stepped forward to succeed, and finally blocked the Beiming Army at the gap. I won't be able to get in for a while.

"Stabilized?"

Gui Wuqi and Fan Qingzhou looked at each other with this thought in their minds.

But before they could confirm, they suddenly heard loud noises coming from all directions. Looking around, they saw ninety-nine red orbs appearing behind the Beiming Army. Each one was as big as an acre, flying from different directions. Finally, They all hit the golden light barrier of the "Ten Thousand Immortals Formation".

Boom!

The golden light shook violently, as if it was the last straw that broke the camel's back. Tens of thousands of monks who were still presiding over the "Ten Thousand Immortals Formation" in the city vomited blood at the same time. Among them, those with low cultivation levels died on the spot, and those with high cultivation levels were also seriously injured. Vomiting blood and feeling depressed.

Thousands of miles of golden light was torn apart by dozens of gaps. Beiming monks from all over the place rushed in. They could no longer stop it, it could only be a melee!

"This battle is inevitable."

Wu Ci sighed softly and waved the flag in his hand. The Wushuang army listened to his orders, formed a formation, rushed into the enemy's formation, and started fighting head-on!

Jisheng Demon Lord, Liu Changshou and others also had pale faces. They did not expect that the "Ten Thousand Immortals Formation" was really broken and this battle turned into a decisive battle.

"Nanxuan is in danger!"

Liu Changshou sighed, but he had no choice but to command the beast army to rush into the battlefield without any reservations.

War rages and blood flows!

The battlefield of tens of millions of monks stretches for hundreds of millions of miles. Those with great supernatural powers can only see one-tenth of the battlefield by using their magic eyes. I don’t know what is happening in the distance. I only know that there are fighting and wailing everywhere. , the screams are endless!

"Hahaha! So happy! So happy!"

On a battlefield somewhere, a middle-aged man with disheveled hair and a distorted face looked up to the sky and roared.

"This is the real world of cultivation. The weak eat the strong. It's natural! What were the days like in the past? We had to pretend to talk about benevolence, righteousness and morality. From now on, there will no longer be seven mountains and twelve cities. This is the real happy world!"

Amidst the laughter, the man's hands glowed with green light, flashing like will-o'-the-wisps. He grabbed several Nanxuan soldiers in his hands, all of whom were at the Juyuan Realm. They were sucked into human bodies by him in the blink of an eye.

"Hahaha, starting from today, I will be able to show off my talents!"

He was proud in his heart and looked up to the sky laughing wildly, but just in the middle of his laughter, a ring suddenly flew from behind, shaped like a full moon, sharp as a knife, and swiped through his waist in just an instant.

This person was cut in half in the middle, his laughter was still stuck in his throat, but his soul had been wiped out, and he died happily.

There was another battlefield where several female cultivators from Nanxuan were besieged. These people were all disciples of a small sect called "Baihua Tower". Their cultivation level was not high, only in the middle stage of Juyuan Realm.

The Beiming monks who surrounded and killed them were all in the Juyuan realm, but they were more numerous and stronger.

Seeing that they were outmatched, there were also lecherous people among their opponents who uttered obscene words during the fight. The female cultivators couldn't help but turn pale when they thought of what would happen if they were defeated.

At this moment, a white rainbow passed by, and I saw a young Taoist, Xianfeng Taoist, holding a fly whisk in his hand, and with a slight wave of his sleeves, he performed the authentic Xuanmen Taoist skills and instantly killed the besieging Beiming monks. .

The female cultivators were all in danger just now, but they didn't expect to be saved by this man. Seeing his immortal demeanor and gentle face, they couldn't help but feel good about him.

"Thank you, senior, for saving your life. I wonder if you can tell me the origin, so that we can remember your great kindness." One of the female cultivators said with a shy expression.

The young Taoist's face was expressionless, and he sighed and said: "I am the elder of Jiuxiao Guan. In troubled times, I have done my best, so I don't need to say thank you."

As soon as the word "thank you" was spoken, the young Taoist was stunned for a moment. A red line appeared on his neck. Then the big head fell without any warning and fell to the ground, rolling like a rubber ball. In front of the girls.

"ah"

None of the female cultivators in Baihua Tower could react. After waiting for a moment, they each let out a scream.

Only then did he see clearly that there was a big red-haired hand behind the young Taoist. He heard Jie Jie's strange laughter coming from a distance, and then the big hand grabbed the young Taoist's soul and spirit away.

"Senior, he's dead"

All the girls in Baihua Tower were stunned.

Unexpectedly, the senior who they regarded as having great supernatural powers was nothing more than a leaf of duckweed on this battlefield. One moment he was casting spells to save others, but the next moment he couldn't even save his own life.

This is the battle of monks, this is the catastrophe of life!

Heaven is ruthless, killings and calamities are everywhere. No matter right or wrong, no matter the camp, there is no distinction between right and wrong, and no distinction between good and evil. As long as there is a little carelessness or bad luck, anyone can be wiped out.

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