Chapter 337: The Battle of the Plan
Seeing the impassioned remarks of the ancestor of the Zhang family, the monk alliance caused a sensation like a landslide and tsunami.
Ziyun Zhenren and other evil cultivators were furious in their hearts.
Unexpectedly, the ancestor of the family in this place really has a set of means!
"Hmph! Now you can only stir up emotions, and you can only end up dead!"
"All the Taixu Sect monks obey the order!"
Ziyun Zhenren's face was hideous, "Give it to me!"
As the head of the sect, he gave the order to attack.
This group of evil cultivators who were eyeing each other, after hearing this fierce killing sound, without exception, all rushed away like crazy.
The dense army of evil cultivators was wrapped in tyranny and ferocity, like a large surging black wave, attacking the target in the distance in unison.
The cold wind howled, and red lightning flashed from time to time among the black clouds.
In this vast area, it has become the most fierce battlefield in Qingyun Prefecture!
This time, the Changping Valley is even bigger than before!
"Fight to the death!"
The ancestor of the Zhang clan stepped on the void, stretched out his finger and shouted in front of his mouth.
"Kill!"
At the same moment, the shouts of killing seemed to be like a furious wave sweeping across the world, and this combined army of monks also rushed to kill the evil cultivators without hesitation.
The fighting intent in their chests boiled and bulged, and their faces were full of unyielding fearlessness.
There is only one thought......
Kill evil cultivators and protect your homeland!
Huge hulls scurried past, and the soldiers on the deck, clad in battle armor and spears in hand, leaped away.
The figures in the sky were like a big net weaving, stabbing at those evil cultivators!
The mournful whistling sound sounded one after another.
Some monks riding spirit beasts rushed forward with magic weapons in their hands.
There are also monks who step on flying swords, each of them automatically uses their own spells to constantly shoot at the enemy.
"Kill!"
On the battlefield, a group of family monks were like sharp knives, plunging into the enemy's hinterland with an irresistible force.
The jade pendant tied around their waists, the word "Zhang's" is brilliant.
With the existence of the icon, the clansmen's offense and defense have a certain degree of bonus, and the performance is the most prominent for a while.
The battle between the evil cultivator army and the monk alliance army kicked off with an earth-shattering outburst!
In the distant sky, the power of the Nine Great Evil Cultivators became higher and higher, and the black qi emitted almost obscured the sky.
Their expressions were fierce, there were wriggling black threads on the surface of their skin, and the fierce and brutal aura made people shudder.
The Apocalypse General held the halberd in his hand, and looked at the nine figures in front of him with a solemn face, and fine sweat oozed from his forehead.
He dared to conclude that this was the first time in his life that he had faced the greatest crisis!
Li Puye's white hair was pale, his cloudy gaze was particularly sharp, and the Tianquan Sword in his hand was full of awe-inspiring meaning.
"I didn't expect the old man to encounter this kind of scene in his life. ”
His old voice sounded slowly, with a hint of emotion.
"The master of this sect achieved Jindan at the age of 200, and a hundred years have passed since then, and it would be a big loss if he died here. ”
This Dao Dharma Gu Songzi smiled bitterly.
That was said, but his eyes were resolute.
Qingyun Prefecture is the home of nurturing the water and soil.
Even if he has selfish intentions, he must not watch the evil cultivation and chaos!
This time, Gu Songzi is completely determined to die!
Zhang Zixian's sleeve robe agitated, the clear sky ruler in his hand bloomed with dazzling golden light, and he said in a deep voice: "Everyone, we will all live, and this group of evil cultivators will definitely die!"
"Nine to five, no matter how you look at it, it's the crushing side, are your last words all there is?"
The wandering Taoist's eyes were cold, and he smiled fiercely.
"Zhang Daoyou, you are the strongest here, and the four of us will try our best to hold each other back, and you will be the main force. ”
Li Puye said in a deep voice.
"I'm wearing a five-grade battle armor, and I still have the strength to fight against the late stage of Jindan, what tactics do you need, just say, Xia Mou will fully cooperate. ”
General Apocalypse gritted his teeth and said,
Gu Songzi on the other side exhaled deeply and said solemnly: "I may be reluctant to face one of the Jin Dan in the middle stage, but even if I die, I will hold him back!"
When Zhang Fengjiu saw this situation, his heart couldn't help but shake.
He traveled from time to time, from difficult to establish a family, and then to activate the system after death to incarnate the spirit of the ancestors.
It can be said that along the way, I have also seen the cold and warm of the world.
Establishing the image of a saint by himself, from making people doubt to trust, which is mixed with a large proportion of selfishness.
And the other party's willingness to entrust life and death to himself did cause some touches to some extent.
He opened the system exchange bar, and his face was full of fierceness.
Playing with Lao Tzu?
Lao Tzu is systematic!
"There's no need to be pessimistic, I'm here. ”
The ancestor of the Zhang clan had a calm face and said, "Just leave the strongest few people on the other side to me, and you can do the rest." ”
This statement is very calm and calm, but it gives others an unparalleled confidence.
"Zixian, remember to pick the weakest one to fight and take his life as quickly as possible!"
A sound fell on the elegant man's ear, making him stunned.
Zhang Zixian looked at the purple figure and thought about it.
Then, he looked at one of the Jindan early stage evil cultivators on the other side, his eyes were cold and fierce.
Since Daddy has given orders, they must be carried out!
The reason why Zhang Fengjiu said this was that he took a fancy to the incense value reward after completion on the kill-type task column.
[Kill a Jindan Realm monk in total] Reward 3,000 incense points!
[Kill a total of 3 Jindan Realm monks] Reward 4,000 incense points and 6 Creation Pills!
As for these last two kill-type missions, as an ancestral spirit, he attaches great importance to them.
This battle is undoubtedly an opportunity!
"I really want to see, what is the strength of Zhang Fengjiu, who is rumored to be a saint?"
Ziyun Zhenren's black hair danced wildly and sneered.
In his right hand appeared a pitch-black scythe glowing red, and when the five fingers were grasped, they suddenly showed terrifying fluctuations.
This sickle is a four-grade high-level magic weapon.
Through the use of Ziyun Zhenren, who was at the peak of the late stage of Jindan, the combat power that could be exerted could be said to be rare in the same realm.
"Kill!"
Ziyun Zhenren agitated the evil energy of his whole body, and let out an evil roar from his mouth.
At the same moment, the other eight Jindan evil cultivators all moved, and they all rushed forward to kill.
At this time, the mutation protrusion!
I saw the ancestor of the Zhang family raise his hand and point into the distance calmly.
There are no seals, and there are no mana fluctuations.
But the next scene made everyone unconsciously hold their breath.
A large area of ice-blue qi was like an ocean, containing an extremely frozen cold aura, and it appeared not far from the nine evil cultivators in an instant.
This scene gives people the illusion that they have come to the blue world in a trance.
This majestic icy aura was surging, and it was surging towards the Nine Great Evil Cultivators.
This side of the world was instantly reduced to a frost purgatory that was devoured by people.
"What kind of spell is this?!"
Ziyun Zhenren's eyelids jumped, and his tone was surprised.
With his cultivation, he actually felt a strong danger from it!
"Oh no! It's already here!"
Several other cult cultivators shouted.
They unleashed their killing moves one after another, and for a while, the black qi shook and obscured the sky.
Thundered......
All the killing moves collided with a large area of surging icy air, and burst into powerful power fluctuations.
The scarlet scythe blade was swung by Ziyun Zhenren, and at first it pierced and shattered a lot of cold air.
It looked like a bamboo, but it was quickly offset by the cold that came up one after another.
Several other cult cultivators also encountered this situation, but it still played a considerable weakening role.
The surging cold wave rushed towards the other party, and then released a pitch-black evil qi to block it, and it was difficult to continue to move forward.
Rao is like this, and these nine evil cultivators have also found that something is not good.
They were horrified to feel that the freezing cold could effectively suppress everyone's evil energy, and even gradually erode flesh and bones.
This trick is not trivial!
"This is every nine, and it turned out to be ......"
Ziyun Zhenren held a scythe in his hand to incite evil power, and with great difficulty offset the cold qi in front of him.
Clearly, he put away his contempt and realized the danger of this man.
And the Zhang Ancestor's shot also shocked his own Jindan monks.
General Tianqi and the others didn't expect that this never-before-seen spell could actually suppress the nine Jindan evil cultivators!
The ancestor of the Zhang family is really powerful!
"This trick can play a role in diversion and is conducive to the development of the following. ”
Zhang Fengjiu, who is in a phantom state, takes care of himself.
This is the new embodied exchange item [Three-Star - Frost Cold Tide], which consumes a full 400 incense points to exchange!
Rumble......
In less than a moment, the nine evil cultivators did their best to counteract this cold wave.
But it is clear that they have also been affected to some extent.
Among them, some of the bodies of several evil cultivators were contaminated with frozen cold qi and became icy, and even the evil black qi that was released from it had been reduced a lot.
Ziyun Zhenren, who had the highest cultivation, had an ugly face, and a cold breath came out of his mouth, and the scythe was covered with layers of frost.
The evil energy stirred up in his body was also hindered in some ways.
"Remember, pick an opponent who can handle it. ”
A cold voice with murderous intent sounded, and the ancestor of the Zhang clan shouted solemnly, "Up!"
Seeing this, the four Jindan monks, General Tianqi, Li Puye, Gu Songzi and Zhang Zixian, all set off at the same time.
With magic weapons in hand, they hurried away into the air, unleashing their powerful attacks on specific evil cultivators.
The state of the Nine Great Evil Cultivators had decreased to a certain extent, but all of them exuded a tyrannical aura and killed them forward.
A majestic sword light with an ethereal meaning above the clouds was aimed at the Ziyun real person holding the scythe.
"Humph!"
Ziyun Zhenren held the scythe in one hand, and the evil energy slashed out, his face and eyes glowing with black gas.
Thundered......
The sword light shattered and annihilated, and Ziyun Zhenren looked at the purple aura-shrouded figure.
On the other side, the Yunyou Daoist also crushed the nine soaring dragons, and his eyes also looked at the man.
In the field of vision, the ancestor of the Zhang family withdrew his two fingers together, and took two steps behind him.
Such a calm and unhurried saint's attitude made Ziyun Zhenren and Yunyou Daoist feel extremely dazzling.
"Both, your opponent is me. ”
"Do you, who claim to be superior, dare to compete with me?"
The ancestor of the Zhang clan raised his chin, and his tone was mocking.
"Zhang Fengjiu, don't be too arrogant!"
Ziyun Zhenren couldn't bear it, he was suppressed by this person from beginning to end.
Now that he has been provoked by such a provocation, his mind has changed drastically as a cultivator, and he can't wait to tear this person apart and feed it to the dogs!
"Please. ”
The ancestor of the Zhang clan indifferently spat out a word, and his figure disappeared into the air.
In less than a moment, it appeared in the distance.
"Kill!"
Ziyun Zhenren roared angrily, holding a scythe in his hand and rushing away with a huge evil qi.
"One against two, who do you really think you are?!"
The Yunyou Daoist's face was covered with black, and he followed the master to rush towards the figure.