Chapter 505: The Emperor of the Red Spirit

Seeing this scene, Xu Qing was breathing heavily. In such a short period of time, the number of people on both sides who died on the battlefield was shocking.

Especially for many human monks, their deaths were full of weirdness. Even though the surrounding enemies were still far away, the next moment, the area seemed to be swept across by an invisible blade, and all of them died.

After death, he was alienated and became an irrational beast.

Roars, screams, self-destructions, furious roars, and the huge roar accompanied by the operation of the magic weapon filled Xu Qing's ears.

Overall, the Fenghai County human race was unable to counterattack and could only remain on the defensive.

"Fenghai County originally had thirteen states. Due to the loss of three states in the early stage, Qu Zhao and Yinghuang were unable to participate in the war, so there were only eight states left. During the preparations for the war, I remember that they were divided into eight legions!"

Xu Qing suppressed the waves in his heart caused by the tragedy of the battlefield, and quickly analyzed and checked.

"There is no unified arrangement and mandatory planning. After all, this is not an ordinary war, and each state has its own characteristics, so it is difficult to force a break."

"So each of these eight legions has its own complete system, including supplies, magic weapons, coordination, etc."

"The third legion is responsible for maintaining the power of the magic thorn."

"And the only one that was involved by the whole county was Taboo in the county. The hundreds of Guixu there were drawn from various legions. They are just part of the Guixu in Fenghai County."

"Among them, those directly under the Sword Holder's Palace are the War Puppet, the Dao Bell of the Sky, and the Sword Holder's Imperial Sword!"

Xu Qing took a deep breath and looked to the left and right. He noticed that the people participating in the war from Qu Zhaozhou and Yinghuangzhou were not here, and the number of legions here seemed to be lacking.

This reminded Xu Qing of the sand table he saw in the palace master's tent.

"The defense line is very long, and the front line is divided into multiple war zones, so the forces of Qu Zhaozhou, Yinghuang State, and the other two states are all arranged on the other western defense lines. And this is the core war zone where the headquarters is located!"

"The palace master established the headquarters here, is he using himself as bait? He wants to contain the main force of the Shenglan tribe..."

"Maybe there are other arrangements." Xu Qing lacked relevant information and didn't know much about layout planning.

This does not affect his familiarity with the battlefield.

After dividing the battlefield into battle zones in his heart, Xu Qing divided the majestic area he was in into hundreds of parts.

This division method makes it easier for him to understand the battlefield faster.

"Fenghai County belongs to the Western District, and the Shenglan Tribe belongs to the Eastern District."

"At this moment, the West 1st, West 3rd, West 4th and West 8th districts are close to the edge of the golden net and are on standby, ready to replace the armies fighting in the East 5th, East 7th and East 11th districts."

"West Two and West Five are activating the war puppets, and there are three more areas that are responding."

"And in the east where the Shenglan tribe is located, dozens of districts such as the third, sixth, fourteenth, and seventeenth districts have also changed their positions and formations. In this way, the second east district is highlighted..."

"No, the Shenglan tribe's formation is transformed into arrows, and Dong Er is the arrowhead."

Xu Qing looked around the audience, made a quick judgment in his heart, and suddenly looked towards the East Second District on the battlefield outside the golden net.

There, after the formation of the Shenglan clan changed, tens of thousands of severed hands that had been activated by the earth appeared.

Each of them grabbed a huge iron chain and rushed out at this moment. When the iron chains were pulled together, a huge roar came from the sky, and the vortex was torn even larger.

More black snow vented from there, heading straight for the battlefield like an avalanche.

When Xu Qing's expression changed, the huge imperial sword floating there suddenly shone in the sky above Fenghai County's defense line, as if he had been waiting for this moment.

A large amount of sword light roared out from within, turned into a sea of ​​swords, and went straight towards the whirlpool in the sky.

The moment it approached, it exploded with a bang, causing the vortex to spin, and a painful roar came from within.

And the large amount of black snow that poured out also rolled back one after another under the sea of ​​swords.

At the same time, high in the sky of Fenghai County’s army, there floated a huge Taoist bell surrounded by a large number of bronze coffins.

At this moment, there was a vast and majestic bell ringing.

It reveals the ancient times, reveals the years, and reveals a crushing momentum that spreads in all directions.

The bell echoed seven times, and each time it fell, the battlefield was distorted. The bodies of countless Shenglan monks collapsed and fell into pieces. At the same time, they also revealed their illusory figures on the battlefield.

Those illusory shadows are not those of the Shenglan tribe. They look like mantises. Each one is dozens of feet tall. They exude a special foreignness. While invading the place where they are, they are also attacking the human army. .

Xu Qing knew that they were the reapers formed by the rhombus-shaped magical weapons of the Black Sky clan.

And their special state cannot be sensed, so they are extremely difficult to deal with. They usually rely on the forbidden power mark of the golden net.

But at this moment, under this clock, with everything being suppressed, their figures were also revealed.

The next moment, the human war puppet who had been waiting for a long time rushed out instantly.

Tens of thousands of puppets turned into tens of thousands of giants and rushed into the battlefield, heading straight for the reapers.

War is a game.

Pure defense will always turn into counterattack, and the method is not limited to one.

The whole thing seems complicated, but in fact it is very simple, but every step of the millstone of war has to pay a high price.

Rightly or wrongly, it requires flesh and blood.

Because what is ground out of this millstone, besides roar, is only death. As for victory and defeat, it is just an accessory.

Xu Qing was silent and looked at the battlefield in the distance.

There was no obvious change in the sky over the battlefield, and everything was dim.

This is true even during the day, and even more so at night.

Sound, bloody, and heterogeneous, is the main theme here, and no one knows the answer to how long this cruel cannibalism will last.

After this kind of endless fighting starts over and over again, you can imagine how much depression it will bring to people.

What kind of despair will arise under such depression.

Xu Qing silently withdrew his gaze. He had already seen the big picture of the battlefield. The fighting was still going on at this moment, and the various methods of both sides were constantly unfolding on this flesh-and-blood millstone.

Death has become the norm.

Being alive is a miracle.

But at least so far, Xu Qing hasn't seen too many deserters retreating.

"There is no retreat."

Xu Qing murmured. Standing on the abandoned Puppet Mountain, he looked back at Fenghai County. Even though he had experienced countless hardships since he was a child, he had worries about him all the way to this day, let alone other people. .

And caring is what a complete person should have.

After a long time, Xu Qing withdrew his eyes from Fenghai County, shook his head and looked at the rhombus-shaped magic weapons in the sky that were constantly emitting twisted power.

"There is a hint of the red moon's power on these magic weapons."

This was what Xu Qing perceived after observing from a distance. At the same time, the black snow that filled the battlefield also gave him a similar feeling.

It's just that the distance is a bit far, so the feeling is not very clear.

So Xu Qing pondered and then swayed, leaving the Abandoned Puppet Mountain and going to the battlefield.

When passing by where the numb-looking old man was sitting, the old man looked at Xu Qing and shouted.

"Come back alive!"

The voice was hoarse and unclear.

Xu Qing paused, vaguely heard the other party's shout, and looked at the old man.

He didn't know the other party, and there hadn't been any words between the two parties since he came here. Now this is the first sentence.

The old man said nothing more and looked at the battlefield with a sad look on his face.

Xu Qing was silent, nodded, and turned into a rainbow and rushed towards the golden net in front.

He wanted to go to the battlefield to feel the power of the black snow and the diamond-shaped magic weapon from the sky. If these two types of existence were really driven by the power of the red moon, Xu Qing felt that he might be of greater help to this war.

So he launched at full speed, penetrated the golden net in an instant, and stepped on the bloody

A land made of piles of flesh.

The smell of blood, which was stronger than that in the big net, and the waves of wet wind caused by the spray of blood, rushed towards Xu Qing's face without any obstruction, and landed on Xu Qing's face.

It's damp and smells bad.

Even people who are usually murderous will feel nauseated and uncomfortable when they smell this smell.

Because there are so many deaths, there is a feeling of extreme despair here.

Under the influence of this emotion, people's eyes will instinctively turn red. Whether it is fear or excitement, the redness of the eyes will not change, especially when these two kinds of mood fluctuations are intertwined.

But after walking into the battlefield, it is different from what you see from a distance.

The visual impact, the explosion of hearing, and the rush of smell are all more intuitive.

The painful face, the cruel ferocity, the pursuit and retreat, the madness and confusion, all of it, it was as if there was a painter from the sky, outlining these, and displaying them in front of Xu Qing's eyes in extremely detail.

Unknowingly, the other party also drew him into the painting, becoming an insignificant point in the war scene.

Next to this point, a figure from the Shenglan clan, with a ferocious and cruel look, roared closer and grabbed Xu Qing's head.

Heixue formed a magic weapon like a ghost claw, bursting out with great power, but at the moment when the cruel smile of the Shenglan monk appeared, Xu Qing disappeared in front of him.

The next moment, a black dagger cut open his neck.

In the midst of the blood spilling and the flying heads, the monk from the Shenglan tribe saw a figure standing next to a headless corpse.

Xu Qing licked away the blood that splashed at the corner of his mouth. The salty taste made his war-stained red eyes reveal the evil spirit hidden in his body.

Xu Qing wasted no time, his body rushed out in an instant, and the power of the drug ban spread and enveloped the body surface.

Wherever he passed, whenever he came close, the bodies of all Shenglan clan members would tremble, screams that he could not hear came from under the armor, and their bodies rotted.

Xu Qing is not worried about accidental injuries, because the number of Shenglan tribe on this battlefield is obviously larger, and his poison surrounds the surface of the body, and it is sent and received from the heart to a certain extent, so the possibility of poison injury is unlikely.

So while moving forward, he began to observe the ubiquitous black snowflakes on the battlefield at close range, letting them fall on his body, and carefully experiencing the power of the red moon contained within them.

But as he probed, the snowflakes that fell on him emitted unstable fluctuations, and suddenly collapsed inside, collapsing on their own.

"Yes and no..." Xu Qing was alert and thought in his heart.

There is indeed a trace of the power of the red moon in these snowflakes, but the content is too little, too little, and insignificant.

What's more, some kind of chaotic force controls its power. Although Xu Qing can influence it, it's not much. Even if he's not careful, he will collapse.

If you want to truly control it, you still need more observation and experimentation.

As for the poison contained in it, it is nothing compared to Xu Qing's own poison.

However, after these black snows are transformed into a magic spell, they are very powerful, especially when a large number of snowflakes are combined together, it is even more amazing.

"It contains more, some kind of malicious and extremely unstable power of chaos, pulling these snowflakes to merge with each other..."

Xu Qing thought about it and tried to collect some, then left the place and went to other areas.

He wanted to feel the diamond-shaped magic weapon of Tianmu to see if it was like Kuroyukihime.

But the other party is in the sky, the target is too big, and the danger level to itself is also extremely high.

So Xu Qing set his sights on the reaper he formed.

At this moment, in a flash, he rushed towards the reaper who was fighting with a Fenghai County war puppet in the distance.

As for the strange things on the battlefield, Xu Qing also observed them.

"This is an active heterogeneity. It is not emitted from the forbidden area, but created by someone!"

Xu Qing's eyes narrowed, his shadows dispersed, and he frantically absorbed the strange things from all directions.

For shadow, it is obvious that active heterogeneity is more suitable for growth.

At the same time, the ancestors of the Diamond Sect also flew out and surrounded Xu Qing to protect him.

As we move forward, the killings continue.

There were too many Shenglan tribesmen on the battlefield. As Xu Qing shuttled rapidly, blood gradually invaded his Taoist robe, and more flowed down his face and hands to the ground.

Time passed slowly, and corpses fell one after another wherever Xu Qing passed.

He is very cautious. Even if his eyes are red, he is still calm and never stays in one position too much. However, whenever he notices a spiritual treasure appearing, he will avoid it immediately.

In this way, not long after, Xu Qing finally approached the place where a war puppet fought with the reaper.

After being on the battlefield for a long time, Xu Qing also felt the hardship of human monks.

Because here, the deafening roar is much stronger than inside the golden net. In this continuous reverberation, all the mournful sounds are slowly drowned out.

After a long time, both sides of the war instinctively became deaf without hearing.

He couldn't hear the screams of others, nor could he hear his own wails.

After a person loses his hearing, there will be two contradictory overlaps in his perception. On the one hand, the battlefield seen in his eyes is infinitely large and extremely tragic.

On the other hand, in your own perception, it seems infinitely small, because you can't hear anyone's voice.

This state will make people focus more on killing, but it will also put people on the verge of mental collapse.

Xu Qing saw many such people along the way, especially corpses. Some of them instinctively pressed their ears at the moment of death, not wanting to listen to the endless roar.

This is true for the human race, and so is the Shenglan race.

At this moment, at Xu Qing's feet was such a mutilated corpse.

After taking a look, he silently withdrew his gaze and stared at the fighting reapers and war puppets. Their battle had come to an end, and the war puppets had the upper hand.

Both sides were tens of feet tall. Fenghai County's puppet was in human form, and the reaper was in the shape of a mantis. Their attacks on each other were extremely brutal. Every time they bombarded, flesh and blood would fly everywhere, or the puppet would collapse into large pieces.

The scope of the impact is not small, and the combat power displayed has surpassed Yuanying and reached the level of Lingzang.

Looking at the battlefield, between the tens of thousands of war puppets and the reapers, there were half and half casualties.

Soon, the battle that had been going on for a long time ended. Fenghai County's war puppet finally blasted away the reaper. After being torn apart, it quickly left without any pause.

Xu Qing immediately stepped forward, came to a piece of reaper flesh and blood, and sensed the remaining aura within it. He soon realized that it indeed contained the power of the red moon, and it was obviously stronger than the black snow.

Xu Qing's eyes narrowed, and he was about to take a closer look, but at this moment, the war suddenly changed dramatically!

The palace master's voice echoed across the battlefield with unprecedented solemnity.

"All legions in Fenghai County will return immediately!!"

Almost at the moment when the palace master's words came out, the color of the sky changed, and the shocking sound that surpassed the operation of war magic weapons came from the whirlpool in the sky.

The sound was so loud that it suppressed everything, making the monks on both sides of the battlefield seem to have regained their hearing.

Thumping!

Thumping!

Thumping!

A majestic sound like a heartbeat came from the huge whirlpool in the sky. While resounding throughout the world, a huge eye appeared directly from the whirlpool.

The eyes were gray-white, lifeless, and filled with death. The moment they appeared, a thick aura of death spread from within, covering the battlefield.

The next moment, the huge eye rushed outwards, and suddenly the vortex in the sky, which was already quite large, was opened directly, and a red head flew out from the inside!

That's not a human head, but a red bird's head!

Only head, no body.

There are neat cuts on the neck of this bird's head, as if someone had cut it off directly from the neck with a sharp knife.

The bird's head is so big that Qingqin's body is far different from it, like a child's

Same as adults.

It appeared on the battlefield, occupying most of the sky. In the eyes of death, there was a huge throne!

There was a person sitting on top.

This person was wearing a nose robe and an imperial crown, and his face was covered by a bead curtain. He couldn't see clearly, but there was a coercion that shook the sky and the earth, sweeping from him like a storm in all directions.

And that terrifying bird head, if you look at it now, it's just his cockroach.

The monks of the Shenglan tribe on the battlefield looked at this scene one by one, and they were all excited and bowed to the sky.

"Emperor!"

"Emperor!!"

Looking around, there were countless Shenglan tribesmen on the battlefield, all kneeling in worship, their expressions showing fanaticism.

At the same time, on the fourth line of defense, the Palace Master's huge illusory body tens of thousands of feet tall appeared out of thin air, with its feet on the ground and the sky above its head. It exuded terrifying evil energy, causing the surrounding sky to change color.

The sword-holding Dao Bell floated to the left, and bursts of ancient bells rang out. The Ten Thousand Zhang Emperor Sword transformed to the right, emitting shocking murderous intent.

Behind him, the void moves rotated, forming giant eyes, looking at the coming emperor.

"Old ghost with red spirit."

Come. It is the emperor of the Hongling Dynasty among the four dynasties of the Shenglan tribe!

On the clearly defined battlefield, with the arrival of the figures of the Red Spirit Emperor and the Master of the Sword Holding Palace, a confrontation emerged.

Viewed from a distance, the cutting effect of the golden net is even clearer.

Outside the golden net, the star power is mighty, and the soul envelopes the world.

Within the golden net, evil intentions rose, and domineering power shook the sky.

The coercion from these two huge figures filled the entire battlefield and affected the whole state, causing countless lives in Linlan State to tremble at this moment, and trembling could be heard from the depths of their souls.

It is true that the Red Spirit Emperor and the official leader of the Sword-holding Palace are too strong. The contact of their eyes and the confrontation of their breaths are enough to shake the world.

Even if you look carefully, you can still see the nothingness between the two parties. At this moment, countless shadows of small worlds appear.

It's like a strange phenomenon in heaven and earth.

These come from their respective small worlds. The sky is colliding, and countless illusory figures are flying out from inside. They are fighting. When it is thrilling, the small worlds collapse at all times.

But more small worlds continue to form, and it is obvious that many small worlds on both sides are rapidly approaching the level of unification under the roar of each other.

The auras of the two of them were rising rapidly in this process, although the final completion of the unification and the formation of the illusory world was originally within the scope of their cultivation.

And being able to achieve this step and achieve the illusory world represents the fourth level of returning to the void.

If you can, after unification, lift the illusory world high, turn it into reality, carry it on your body, and then fuse it with your own soul to completely light it up and turn it into a world, then you will be a real world. Jieyun God!

Obviously, neither the Red Spirit Emperor nor the palace master has reached this level yet. After all, there is a huge gap like a fracture between the fourth level of Guixu and the Yijie Yun Shen, and there is no chance of one!

Even so, at the fourth level of Guixu, he still belongs to the Overlord.

At this moment, under the collision of their respective worlds, the sky shattered, the black clouds collapsed, and the lightning turned into scattered starlight.

On the earth, only those who have cultivated to the level of Lingzang dare to look up at this moment. No one below Lingzang dares to cast his eyes on the sky.

Occasionally, some brave monks, or monks from both sides who did not look back in time, immediately after seeing it, their eyes bulged and exploded, their bodies trembled and their flesh and blood were blurred, and their bodies and minds were destroyed.

Xu Ken just glanced at it, and his mind stirred up big waves. The waves continued, and his soul seemed to be torn apart. There were bursts of severe pain, but the physical eye was slightly better.

Xu Qing took a deep breath. He understood the reason for all this. His body was tougher than his soul.

So he took out the blue crystal stone given by the captain, and while absorbing it, he followed the surrounding human legions and quickly retreated towards the golden net.

The roar that echoed from heaven and earth was deafening, surpassing all war weapons on the battlefield at this moment.

And holy

The Lan tribe's army was obviously full of fighting spirit. Following the orders of the commander-in-chief of the accompanying army, the Shenglan tribe's army quickly charged towards the Fenghai County human tribe's army like a tide.

The color of the sky and the earth changed, the wind and clouds surged, and the cold voice of the Red Spirit Emperor came from the sky as the human race continued to retreat.

"Kong Liangxiu, if it weren't for the blessing of Fenghai County's luck to help you bring together the world, you would not be my opponent."

"You are one of the four emperors of the Shenglan clan, but you don't have the blessing of the Shenglan domain. Why don't you know it?"

The palace owner spoke calmly.