Pagoda Immortality

The drums and horns started from the south of battlefield No. 3 and spread to the north.

Accompanied by the sound of the drums, before the central command camp issued an order, a dense crowd of monks had already taken off from the sky in the south and rushed towards the battlefield.

Then, like a wave, the human monks in the central and northern areas of the battlefield also moved at the sound, leaving the hilltop without hesitation and rushing towards the opposite misty high wall.

There was no command, all relying on self-consciousness, but no one shrank back!

A moment later, the two waves collided with each other, and in an instant, the scorched yellow land roared, and dust fell like rain!

The green-skinned tusk troll, more than three feet tall, holding a barrel-sized meteor hammer, fell heavily, and several human Qi training monks were directly blasted into the mud, and blood spurted.

A flying sword cut through the sky, easily chopping off the head of the tusk troll, and the huge body fell to the ground with a bang.

There were flying demons with dark red bodies and wings on their backs flying in the sky. When they flapped their wings, large fireballs fell from the sky, blowing the earth into pieces.

Some human masters turned their hands into mountains and pressed down on the demon army, killing dozens of enemies!

The battlefield was ruthless, but people were kind.

Some people lost an arm to save their teammates, but they laughed miserably and said, "Persistence is victory." Some people felt that they were unable to fight again, and took the initiative to block the knife with their bodies, just to let their brothers take a breath...

Boom! ! !

Suddenly, a deafening roar sounded in front of the city wall.

The violent shock wave spread for several miles in an instant, and hundreds of demon monks fell to the ground with incomplete limbs!

However, no one on the human side was happy, because this meant that the human race had lost another Jindan master.

The battles in the sky and underground were carried out at the same time. The sky was the battlefield of the Jindan masters, and the underground was the place where the foundation-building and Qi-training monks fought.

This battle was more tragic than before.

The demons seemed determined to push forward another 500,000 miles, and they actually sent out more than 80 third-level demons, while the human race had less than 50.

If there were no accidents, this time, the demons would not only be able to advance another 500,000 miles, but they might even be able to cripple the human race.

The battle lasted for an hour.

The battlefield was already full of corpses, and the ground was covered with red mud as they moved around.

The human race was completely powerless, while the demons were still pouring out of the city one after another. More importantly, there were fewer and fewer human Jindan masters in the sky.

Many people showed despair.

He Zhicheng had disheveled hair, raised his hand and swung out a golden light, forcing a demon with wings on his back and horns on his head back several feet, and a sad smile appeared on his face: "Come on! Die with me!"

As he said that, he was about to detonate the golden elixir.

"Hmph! You are not worthy!"

Moruo narrowed his eyes, and before giving He Zhicheng a chance to react, he swung his knife, and a blood mist was swung out like lightning, wrapping He Zhicheng in it.

He Zhicheng suddenly felt a blood-red in his mind, as if a large basin of blood was poured into it. His body was somewhat out of control, and his thoughts began to slow down.

"Even self-destruction is not possible..."

He Zhicheng sighed in his heart, waiting for death to come.

"How dare you!"

At this moment, an extremely cold voice suddenly exploded in the sky, causing both sides of the war within a radius of hundreds of miles to stop their actions at the same time.

The next moment, a white light flashed through the sky like lightning, and quickly expanded in Moro's pupils.

Then, with a sound of 'Puff!', it passed through Moro's eyebrows.

"Impossible..."

Moruo's huge head was instantly blown off in half, and he murmured in disbelief, and then fell to the ground with a bang.

Until this moment, four balls of light flashed and landed in the middle of the battlefield.

The white-clothed young man on the far left had a gloomy face. He glanced at the battlefield, stretched out his hand, and the white light flew back and landed steadily in his hand. It was a snow-colored spear.

"Yes, is the Yuanying ancestor here!"

Seeing this scene, the surviving human cultivators below were all surprised.

The remaining thirty or so Jindan masters also looked happy, but Lu Shaoyuan on the far mountain frowned, as if he remembered something, and suddenly his eyes lit up and flew towards the four people.

"Grandma, Elder Xin, you two go to the south and north sections and kill all the demons for me, leaving no one behind!" The battlefield was too big, and there was still a roar in the distance, Wei Yue said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, the two flew out instantly, one to the south and the other to the north without saying a word.

The attack of the Yuanying Patriarch was extraordinary. Wherever the two passed, the sky and the earth changed color, and countless demons exploded in pieces. Except for those demons who abandoned their opponents and fled in panic, all others were not spared.

Seeing this scene, the human race cheered.

"I am Lu Shaoyuan, and I meet the two Taoist friends!"

Just when Gongsun and Granny were showing their power, Lu Shaoyuan finally came in front of Lu Li and the others. He bowed slightly, but he didn't look too happy, but looked worried.

"Are you the commander-in-chief here?"

Wei Yue wore a black veil, glanced at Lu Shaoyuan lightly, and asked calmly.

"Yes, yes."

Lu Shaoyuan felt that Wei Yue's aura was secretive, and his face changed slightly, and he nodded repeatedly, "May I ask, fellow Taoist, are you from the Blood Moon Alliance?"

"It seems that Commander Lu has received the news."

Wei Yue nodded, "Yes, we are from the Blood Moon Alliance. In order to prevent you from being unable to resist, we rushed here to support you. The army behind will arrive soon. Lu Tong will tell us about the situation here first."

"Okay."

Hearing this, Lu Shaoyuan hurriedly said, "At present, the No. 3 battlefield is still dominated by low- and medium-level cultivators. The Yuanying-level demons have not yet joined the battle. After a few rounds, our human race has suffered heavy losses."

"But because I am the only one who has reached the Yuanying level here, I dare not act rashly to influence the situation..."

According to Lu Shaoyuan, two Yuanying-level demons had appeared on the wall of the No. 3 battlefield, but they did not attack the low-level cultivators of the human race, so Lu Shaoyuan did not dare to take the initiative to provoke them.

While the three were talking, the battlefield was completely quiet.

Two streams of light flew rapidly, and after a moment they came to the side of Lu Li and the other two. Wei Yue asked a few simple questions, and then ordered Xin Ruhai to stay here and command the Blood Moon Alliance disciples behind.

This time, the Blood Moon Alliance sent out not only the more than 100 Jindan masters, but also more than 30,000 low-level cultivators from the Corpse Poison Sect and the Second Sect. In order to prevent the demons from counterattacking and causing heavy casualties among the Blood Moon Alliance disciples, it is still necessary to leave behind a Yuanying ancestor.

Hearing that the three people were going to go deep behind the enemy, Lu Shaoyuan couldn't help but be secretly shocked, but more of a happy heart. Someone was willing to take the initiative to be cannon fodder, and he naturally wanted it.

What's more, these people were once regarded as thorns in their eyes. Even if they died in there, they would not feel the slightest regret...