Chapter 985: Dangerous Situation, Everyone Stay Calm

Under the command of the generals, under the command of the general, like the turbulent tide, waves of the moat on the city of Wanze City.

Every time the attack, with the trend of the mountains and the sea, the whole heaven and earth trembled.

The soldiers in the front row raised their huge spiritual shields with both hands, and the shields were connected.

Their figures seemed a little small behind the shield, but the firm eyes seemed to be declared to the world that this line of defense was not broken.

"Brothers, hold back! You can't retreat in one step!"

A team captain was raging, and shouted loudly with his throat.

His voice was still clear in the sound of whistling spiritual power and fierce spell collision.

The cultivators in the back row are like a torch, dancing quickly with both hands, and their words are words.

Suddenly, the gorgeous spell light shot out of them, and with the power of destruction, it hit the city of moat.

For a while, the sound of the explosion was deafening, and the light shone that people couldn't open.

"Kill! Step on Wanzemen!" A general waved his sword in his hand, roaring loudly, and his eyes flashed with crazy light.

He was sold out first, his feet were surging, and his team rushed towards the moat, even if he was in front of Dao Mountain and the Sea, he would not shrink.

In this fierce offense, various spell light intertwined, dyed the entire sky into colorful colors.

But behind this gorgeous is the cruel killing.

Some soldiers were hit by the fight against the city, and their bodies were instantly torn by strong spiritual power, screaming and fell to the ground.

But their falling did not block the pace of their companions, but instead inspired the fighting spirit in other people's hearts.

"In order to fall, Chong!"

The roar rang through the sky.

More soldiers came up from behind, filling the vacancy on the battlefield like a tide, and continued to launch charge towards Wanze City.

The Seven Pin Defense Formation, under the violent attack of the top ten fairy doors and the Dagan dynasty army, the light became more and more flickering.

Just like the candlelight swaying in the storm, it seemed weak, but burned stubbornly.

But it gives people a sense of crisis that will be devoured by darkness at any time.

Just then.

The surface of the large array appeared slightly cracks, and each crack was telling the tremendous pressure it.

The disciples of Wanzemen were anxious, and they sent their spiritual power to the large formation madly.

However, the spiritual consumption is extremely fast, just like the flood of the dyke, how can you not stop it.

The face of many disciples gradually became pale as paper, and the forehead was covered with dense sweat beads.

If this goes on, they are not empty.

It is possible to hurt the fundamental, and it will be difficult to advance in the future.

"No, the big array is about to hold!" A disciple of Wanzemen shouted anxiously, and his voice was full of concerns.

"Persevere, we must keep Wanze City!" Another disciple of Wan Zemen came forward and roared loudly.

His eyes were burning with a bear fighting spirit, and his voice was full of firmness and determination.

The momentum is like a turbulent wave, and quickly infects everyone around him.

"Yes, we can't let them succeed!"

Other disciples clenched their fists and responded loudly.

They gritted their teeth, and the muscles on their faces were tight due to their strength, their foreheads were stunned, and they tried their best to inject the spiritual power in their bodies into the array of moats without reservation.

Even if the road of Xianxian stops here, what can it be?

Without Wanzemen, they had no way to go.

At this moment, their figures looked so small after the light of light, but so firm.

However, in the face of the top ten fairy doors and the Dagan dynasties, like a tide, a wave of joint attacks, Wanzemen's pressure is like Taishan's top, which is getting bigger and bigger.

Although the disciples of Wanzawen Menno are the city, their spiritual power is like the flood of the dyke, which consumes faster and faster.

Many disciples have begun to feel tired, their breathing becomes rapid and heavy, and every time they breathe seem to be struggling.

The body is also crumbling with the rhythm of the attack, as if it will be overwhelmed by this turbulent attack wave at any time.

At this time, a figure was like a lightning, galloping out of the city's wind.

His speed is almost to the extreme, and he instantly cuts through the sky, leaving only a remnant shadow.

Suddenly, he fell steadily on the head of the city.

Everyone Wan Zemen looked at this figure that was too familiar, and suddenly had a strong hope in his heart.

The last time Wan Zemen faced the siege of Xuantian Temple and the Dagan dynasty, it was also the sudden appearance of this figure, and the tide turned the tide, so that the precarious situation appeared.

"Everyone stabilizes!"

The figure shouted, the voice was like Hong Zhong, echoing over the battlefield, with a reassuring power.

The coming person is the shopkeeper of the Wanze City's grocery shop and one of Chen Ze's avatar, Ji Chang.

As soon as he rang the black robe hunting, his eyes swept across the tragic scene on the battlefield, and his look was cold but calmly.

"Ji Ji!"

The disciples of Wanzemen shouted excitedly, and the voice was full of surprises and expectations of the rest of his life after the robbery.

At this moment, Ji Chang is like the dawn in their darkness, the hope in despair.

Ji Chang nodded slightly, and then cast his eyes on the crumbling seventh-grade defensive formation.

He quickly formed seals with his hands in front of him, and the spiritual power around him surged like a surging tide.

Mysterious runes flew out from his fingertips and merged into the city defense formation.

The formation, which was originally flickering and cracked, suddenly became brighter the moment the runes merged.

Those tiny cracks began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the defense of the formation was also recovering rapidly.

"This... what's going on?"

The strong men of the ten major immortal gates were shocked when they saw this scene.

They thought that the defense formation of Wanze Gate was about to collapse and victory was in sight, but they didn't expect that Ji Chang's appearance would reverse the situation again.

"Humph, you are not qualified to break through Wanze City!"

Ji Chang snorted coldly. Although the sound was not loud, it echoed on the battlefield like a huge bell, shaking everyone's eardrums.

After that, Ji Chang pushed his hands hard, and a spiritual power wave containing terrifying power swept towards the army of the Ten Great Immortal Sects and the Dagan Dynasty.

Wherever it went, sand and rocks flew, and the ground was plowed into deep gullies.

The soldiers who rushed to the front were instantly blown away by this force, screaming.

"Hold on, he can't hold on for too long."

Zhou Qingyuan shouted angrily, and quickly formed seals with his hands, summoning a huge spiritual beast.

The beast was burning with raging flames, and it pounced towards the seventh-grade formation with its fangs and claws.

Wherever it went, the air was ignited, making a "sizzling" sound.

Ji Chang looked calm, and stretched out a finger unhurriedly and lightly tapped.

An invisible force instantly hit the spiritual beast, and the beast exploded in mid-air, turning into countless spiritual fragments that dissipated in the air.

"This... what kind of strength is this?"

Zhou Qingyuan was shocked when he saw this.

He knew that Ji Chang, who suddenly appeared, was very powerful, but he didn't expect him to be so powerful.

In one move, he easily destroyed the spiritual beast he summoned.

"This kind of strength is probably far beyond our imagination!" Zhou Qingyuan muttered to himself, his face full of horror.