Chapter 238 The Time Has Come
In Shen Hao's dream, war is full of heroic colors. There will always be someone who stands out and decides the outcome in one fell swoop, becoming a figure that everyone pays attention to. "Someone" is of course himself, but as the scale of the battle grows, he finds that his role is becoming less and less obvious.
In the first battle, the Taoists' charge defeated nearly a hundred demon soldiers. In the second battle, several Taoists killed the demon blood infant and the mountain-shaking bull, laying the foundation for victory. In the third battle, he was just one of a dozen third-line Taoists, holding a copper seal and a copper mirror. His task was to guard against the sneak attack of the demon soldiers and he could not leave his position easily.
But this also has an advantage, he has the opportunity to observe the overall situation.
Twenty thousand demon soldiers, even from a distance, seem to be numerous. Their formation is relatively loose, not as neat as the human side. In the middle is the huge demon fire mountain. It is already moving, but the speed is relatively slow. The top of the mountain keeps spraying flames out.
There was an army on each side, one with wolf cavalry as the vanguard, facing the human army, and the other with bear cavalry as the main force, apparently to protect the Demon Fire Mountain and join the battle when necessary. Those wolves and bears were very large, restless, roaring at each other, and couldn't wait to tear something apart.
This demon soldier was different from the previous one. The armor was no longer made of animal bones, animal skins, animal horns, etc., but real steel. Although the style was not uniform, some of them were well made and looked like the equipment of the Xuanfu Army.
Shen Hao saw the scene before the demon soldiers attacked: a group of captives were taken to the front of the battle, a total of more than 100, kneeling on the ground, and a big demon was flying in the air, seeming to accuse them, and then the captives took out their weapons, but did not get up and rush to the front line, but committed suicide.
The demon soldiers watching roared in unison. The primitive horn sounded, and the wolf cavalry and bear cavalry, who had long been unable to bear the thirst, began to rumble forward.
Shen Hao suddenly realized that it was not the captives who committed suicide, but the demon soldiers who escaped in the previous battle. They were being punished for their escape before the battle, which was also a warning to all the demon soldiers.
The demon side was determined to win.
Shen Hao retracted his celestial eyes, and the chanting could still calm his mind, but he couldn't help thinking, even if the Demon Fire Mountain was blocked. Can the demon soldiers be defeated? The number gap is too big.
He turned and glanced at Mu Xingqiu on the ground. He admired and envied this guy, and was also very puzzled. In addition to using the giant tripod of Yangshen Peak to fight against the Demon Fire Mountain, what other tricks did Mu Xingqiu prepare to fight against 20,000 demon soldiers? This childhood friend is more and more like Zuo Liuying, always keeping plans in his heart and not saying them out loud.
But this puzzlement is exactly Shen Hao's greatest hope.
Yang Qingyin, who was flying in the second row, was looking forward to the battle as soon as possible.
The Xuexue sword under his feet felt the owner's anxiety, trembled slightly, and made a soft buzzing sound. Most young Taoists' fighting enthusiasm stems from the heart fire disaster, but Yang Qingyin is different. She is like this by nature, and it is also an obstacle to practice. But she has never thought of getting rid of it.
"Come on." Yang Qingyin murmured to herself, "Let me fight painfully, it's worth dying."
But she is still the commander of more than 50 Taoists, and she has to suppress the impulse in her heart. "The flying monsters and the magicians are hiding behind the monster mountain, be careful."
The monster fire mountain moved forward, and the speed gradually increased. From time to time, monster soldiers flew up from behind the mountain. This is the tactics of the monster soldiers. With the monster fire mountain opening the way and crushing the broken flow city, the battle is half over.
Mu Xingqiu should fly in the sky to fight with the Taoists. Yang Qingyin is upset about this. He is obviously a Pangshan Taoist, why does he have to stay on the ground and ride a unicorn to fight every time? The first two times were excusable, but this time it was unreasonable, or the only reason was the princess of Xijie.
Yang Qingyin saw the appearance of the princess on the ground and heard her voice. Especially when she found that she was also riding a unicorn, she became even more dissatisfied and said to herself silently: "Stinky boy, he is quite philandering. Is he really going to inherit the evil tricks of the descendant of Nianxin?"
The descendant of Nianxin was unanimously criticized by the nine Taoist sects for frequently making mortal and Taoist connections. Yang Qingyin snorted and turned her dissatisfaction and slight jealousy into fighting spirit, "Come on, ugly monsters."
As a disciple of the Five Elements Department, Xiao Qingtao flew in the middle of the front row. She had the least thoughts in her mind, but she was a little excited. She longed to become a real Taoist priest. At this moment, she fought side by side with the Taoist priests of the eight Taoist sects. There was no doubt, contempt and suspicion. She felt full of strength.
Three huge stone balls flew over. They were the same as the offensive weapons used on the night when Laozu Peak was destroyed. They looked bigger during the day.
Yang Qingyin raised the bronze mirror in her hand and shot a blue light, pointing at the flying stone balls. This was an order to attack and an instruction to attack.
Xiao Qingtao held a Guhai Pearl in her left hand and released a fist-sized ice bead. It did not immediately hit the target, but stopped in the air a hundred steps in front of her.
The other twelve Taoists in the front row cast five-element spells at the same time, not hitting the stone ball, but hitting Xiao Qingtao's ice bead. The ice bead quickly grew larger, followed by the second row, and finally the third row. The Taoists cast spells on the ice bead one after another.
More than fifty five-element spells gathered together, and the ice bead expanded even larger, fully able to hold a celebrity. The color changed rapidly, and powerful forces surged back and forth inside.
The Valley Sea Orb is also one of the treasures collected by Pang Shan. Although Zuo Liuying was unwilling to take action himself, he was not stingy with the treasures collected by Wuzutang. The Valley Sea Orb can absorb many spells and then release them at once. It is not very meaningful for high-level Taoists, but it has a miraculous effect in the hands of a group of breath-inhaling Taoists. However, in the past 100,000 years, there have been very few scenes where breath-inhaling Taoists face the demon army alone.
A small paper talisman flew to Yang Qingyin's ears, and the voice of the talisman master Liu Ding came from it: "Attack!"
The light emitted by the bronze mirror in Yang Qingyin's hand turned from blue to red. Xiao Qingtao immediately shouted and pinched his right hand to release all the power in the Valley Sea Orb. With a bang, the one-person-high orb instantly shrank back to the size of a fist. With so much power inside, the spell it emitted was just a simple white light as thick as a finger.
More than a hundred talisman masters rode in chariots, driving between the cavalry and infantry. They had already released a large number of paper talismans, waiting to cooperate with the Taoist's attack. With the help of talismans, they could clearly see every spell cast by the Taoist.
The white light emitted by the Gu Hai Pearl shot out for dozens of miles. The large stone ball flying from the far left began to melt with the point where it was hit as the center, but the flying direction did not change until the white light disappeared and the stone ball suddenly exploded in the air.
A thunderclap in late autumn splashed a large amount of demon fire from the stone ball. Hundreds of paper talismans flying nearby turned into identical white storks, rushed towards the demon fire, and swallowed it in big mouthfuls. The white stork was burned to ashes, but the demon fire was also swallowed up.
The battle in the air began. The Taoist and the talisman masters cooperated very well and did not fall behind for the time being.
Mu Xingqiu on the ground was still controlling the speed, and the whole army was in line with him. It was not time to charge yet, and the Taoists could not be too far away from Duanliu City. The blessing of the ancestral tower was only thirty miles away. Beyond this distance, their strength would be greatly reduced. But it was okay for the spell to fly out. Their power was determined at the moment of release and would not change.
The demon soldiers had already increased their speed, especially the wolf cavalry facing the Xijie** team. With the help of the demon magic, they almost seemed to have no claws on the ground, and gradually ran in front of the Demon Fire Mountain.
This was also one of the reasons why Mu Xingqiu did not speed up. The demon clan was frequently hit by the Taoist orthodoxy. There were few large-scale armies, and they were not good at cooperation when fighting. The farther the distance they advanced, the longer the team stretched.
After all, Master Xin was an experienced old general. When he made tactical arrangements in advance, he placed all his hopes of winning on the weakness of the demon soldiers splitting.
More than a thousand wolf cavalrymen were getting closer and closer, and had already left the demon soldiers behind them for a distance. They were very confident. Unlike human cavalrymen, the demon soldiers and the giant wolves they sat on had strong combat power and could exert double the power.
The sorcerers hiding behind the Demon Fire Mountain were still fighting the Taoists on equal terms. Although many people could not see the Taoist spells clearly, everyone could see the final effect of the spells: the stone balls exploded, the smoke was swallowed, and the loud noises when the sorcery and spells collided spread hundreds of miles, and the light was so bright that the human and demon soldiers did not even dare to watch for a long time.
The talisman masters were responsible for cleaning up the battlefield and doing everything possible to prevent the remnants of the spells in the sky from falling to the ground, so as not to affect the advance of the Xijie army.
Most of the wolf cavalrymen wore talisman armor, which was their trophy. In the armor familiar to the Xijie soldiers, there was a beast-like howl.
Getting closer, even ordinary soldiers could see the huge wolves and the demon soldiers wielding one-handed axes on them.
The talisman could no longer provide confidence to the soldiers. The slow speed, the long wait, the battle above, and the fierce demon soldiers were all consuming the fighting spirit of the Xijie army.
Master Xin, who stayed behind, was a little anxious and doubted the tactics he had formulated. If there was no princess in front, he would immediately order a charge through the talisman.
The princess remained calm, but she turned her head for the third time to look at Mu Xingqiu, who was advancing side by side a few dozen steps away.
The wolf cavalryman running in the front was a tall demon soldier. The one-handed axe in his hand was so huge that ordinary people could not lift it with both hands.
Mu Xingqiu could almost smell the unique odor of the demon soldiers.
He nodded to the princess, propped himself up with one hand, and stood on the flea's back. The big sword behind him flew out automatically. Mu Xingqiu held it in his left hand and whispered, "Flea, the time has come."
The three unicorns jumped out at the same time. The flea jumped higher than its parents, as if it was flying without wings. It landed several feet away. But no matter how it jumped, the person on its back was not affected at all. It always stood straight. The big sword reflected the sunlight, making it look bigger.
The first wolf cavalryman was close enough. Mu Xingqiu swung his long sword and cut the monster soldier who passed by into two parts, including the man and the axe. The male unicorn flipped the giant wolf in the air.
The blood sprinkled from the sword like rain. Mu Xingqiu swung out his right whip and drew a lightning bolt that was more than ten feet long. But his target was not the monster soldiers wielding one-handed axes, but their mounts.
He wanted to make the wolves more motivated and the smell of blood more intense.
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