After the Heavenly Master left, Feng Chen turned his head to look at Wu Ran, who was sitting cross-legged on the roof of the opposite building, but looked at Wu Ran, who was obviously very struggling.

"Enough, old thief!" the spell in Dust's left hand glowed faintly, echoing the spirit banner floating in the sky.

"Hmph. Wu Ran glanced at Feng Chen coldly and did not make a sound.

"The competition between cultivators, involving so many innocent people, is already a big rebellion. Don't make mistakes again and again. Feng Chen saw that Wu Ran was still silent, so he continued: "If this continues, neither of you nor I will be able to win." It's going to be dragged down. You stop here, and the poor Dao also takes back the Dao.

After that, you can go away on your own. We will never hurt your life. ”

"Don't talk big!" Wu Ran felt that his face was gloomy, and he was ashamed and angry when a junior said to let him go: "How can the old man's thousands of years of accumulation be dragged down by your hundred-year-old Taoism?"

Feng Chen secretly scolded this old thief for being stubborn, how could the depth of his skill be affected by a single factor of time? Although Wu Ran lived longer, his skill was only a step stronger than his own. After all, where is the strength, Wu Ran is the strength of the five tripods, and his own strength is enough to be comparable to the great witch of the four tripods. There is indeed a gap, but it really can't be opened for a while.

I heard that Wu Ran continued to say angrily: "With the old man's skills, he can control several times the number of monsters, but what about you? It is already very difficult to maintain these 10,000 terracotta warriors." Your true qi is pouring like water, how long can you continue to fight like this?"

"If you really want to be more serious, the skill of the poor road is indeed not as profound as yours. Feng Chen looked up at the spirit banner that was floating in the night sky with golden light: "But this gap can't be opened in a moment. At the very least, Poor Dao has the confidence to hold out until noon tomorrow. At that time, the poor road will run out of oil and dry up. But what about you? The number of monsters you control far exceeds that of the terracotta warriors controlled by the poor road, and the power you consume is also far greater than that of the poor road. In this case, do you still have the faith to bring down the poor?"

"So what?" Wu Ran suddenly sensed that the scattered monsters had created more monsters, and because of the expansion of the battlefield caused by the dispersion, the density of the terracotta warriors and horses was diluted, so it caused a scene of multiple monsters besieging a terracotta army, and in the process, they were indeed successful several times. There were quite a few terracotta cavalrymen who were entangled by a dozen monsters and torn into several pieces.

Wu Ran suddenly laughed cruelly, and his voice was gloomy: "Qin Shi Huang's terracotta warriors and horses are very strong, but after all, the number is too small. As the battlefield expands, they have to spread out, which gives me the opportunity to fight more and fight less.

As long as you can expand the battlefield to the entire Chang'an City, you can create a sufficient number of monsters. You're going to lose!"

"Why do you want to kill again!?" Feng Chen was furious, if it weren't for the need to keep outputting his true qi on the spot, maintaining the Soul Banner to control the Terracotta Army, he really wanted to jump over and press Wu Ran to the ground and beat him severely.

"It's not going to be until noon tomorrow. The winner will be decided before dawn!" Wu Ran laughed, working harder to control the monsters to expand their territory and expand the battlefield, and also kept looking for people who didn't have time to escape from the city.

When Fang had just defeated the Old Heavenly Master, the number of monsters under his control was still about 70,000, and more than 20,000 were killed by the terracotta warriors brought by the sealed dust, and there were about 50,000 left. Divided into two, more than 20,000 heads wandered around the Weiyang District and the Baqiao District, while maneuvering with the Terracotta Warriors and Horses, they were also constantly killing the survivors in these two areas, and turning these people into monsters; the other 20,000 heads rushed out of these two districts and infiltrated the rest of Chang'an City, opening up the scope of the battlefield while biting many people and creating a lot of monsters.

At this moment, Wu Ran sensed that the monsters that obeyed the copper bell in front of him should not be less than 100,000.

"The number has risen again. Wu Ran is full of confidence, he is sure that he can control 150,000 heads steadily, and if he grits his teeth, he should be able to control 180,000 heads.

He glanced at Feng Chen, who had an ugly face on the other side, and said arrogantly: "At this rate, within an hour, the terracotta warriors will have to fight more than a dozen monsters, I hope their combat effectiveness is really so strong." ”

"How many innocent people are you going to kill!" said the old man, almost shouting out the words.

"It depends on how many monsters it takes to completely crush more than 8,000 terracotta warriors. Wu Ran felt that the balance of victory on the battlefield was slowly tilting towards his side, and a satisfied smile suddenly appeared on his face, but they were just two Taoist priests, and they were really not his opponents.

Sharpen the knife and don't chop the wood, don't be in a hurry to deal with those terracotta warriors and horses, drag it for a while. He began to deliberately control the monsters, focusing on killing ordinary people everywhere, and every time he fell, he would stand up a monster after a short time.

120,000 heads. The smile on Wu Ran's face became thicker and thicker.

The streets of the city echoed everywhere with the howls of people and the roars of monsters, and the sound of the blades of the terracotta warriors and horses wielding swords in muffled swords seemed thin and weak inside.

Feng Chen was already trying his best to urge those terracotta warriors and horses to move quickly, but after all, the gap in numbers was too big, and it was a bit of a drop in the bucket.

140,000 heads. Wu Ran nodded with satisfaction, he clearly realized that the skills he had previously output could no longer perfectly control these 140,000 monsters. He had to increase the output of his power to hit the brass bell so that the bell could regain its grip on the monsters.

Feng Chen looked up at the sky, and he seemed to see hundreds of thousands of unjust souls hovering in the sky above this Chang'an City, crying and wandering in the night wind, unwilling to leave for a long time. A strong smell of blood got into his nose, and he looked around again, and seemed to see that the buildings of the entire Chang'an City were covered with a layer of blood red, and the fresh blood on the streets was about to accumulate into a river.

From time to time, a purple light flashed between the streets and buildings in the city. The Heavenly Master was rushing around to the rescue, his Five Thunder Righteous Method was unparalleled in the world, and wherever his fingertips pointed, a cloud of purple thunder and lightning could always erupt, and the electric light would shoot out, destroying the target into a mess of scorched paste in an instant.

Flying through the streets and alleys, he had already lost count of how many monsters he had killed, dozens of monsters, hundreds, or even two or three hundred?

I didn't have time to count, and I didn't have the heart to count.

The Celestial Master frowned, and saw a three-headed monster hanging from a window at the end of the street, desperately squeezing in. He turned into a purple mang and flew there, relying on the purple lightning armor he was wearing, he directly crashed into it, hammered the three-headed monster down, and then stretched out a finger at the monster that fell to the ground, and the thunder and lightning that burst out simply and neatly smashed all the three-headed monsters into charcoal.

When he had done this, he turned his head to look into the window, and sure enough, he saw a family of three huddled in the corner of the room, shivering. He wanted to save the two adults and one child from here, but he couldn't take care of it, there were many other places that were experiencing the same thing, and there were still many people who were far less fortunate than this family of three, and he needed to hurry up and destroy more monsters and save more people. As he turned to leave, his chapped lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something to the people in the room, but in the end he gave up, sighed, and flew away without looking back.

The Celestial Master was very anxious, he was already desperately trying to kill monsters, but instead of decreasing, the monsters were increasing. The situation is becoming increasingly uncontrollable.

150,000 heads. Wu Ran sat there cross-legged, suddenly laughing, he felt that his output power had also reached the limit, and he could just control 150,000 heads at this level. "Now under the control of the old man, there are already 150,000 monsters. How many of your 8,500 terracotta warriors and horses are left, and can you still destroy my monster army?"

Feng Chen glared at Wu Ran and gritted his teeth: This old thief killed so many people, and he still laughed! He didn't even feel the slightest sense of guilt! He cultivated the Dao Heart that had become ancient for a hundred years, and it was violently shaken because of this old thief!

However, being reminded by Wu Ran like this, he was also a little calmer, anger is anger, and the current battlefield situation still needs to be judged calmly.

He could perceive that there were about 7,000 terracotta warriors and horses left that could still connect with him through the spirit flag, that is, more than 1,000 of them had been lost in this short period of confrontation. And the loss is still on the rise, and even rising faster and faster, which shows that Wu Ran's crowd tactics have indeed worked.

However, this battle is not completely lost.

Feng Chen turned his head to look at Dongfang, and silently calculated in his heart, it would be dawn in less than two hours at most.

Based on the speed at which the terracotta warriors and horses are now fighting with monsters, it is inferred that when they hold out until dawn, there should be about 4,000 left.

After dawn, the yang energy gradually increases and the yin energy weakens. Your own terracotta warriors and the opponent's monsters are both yin and should be affected to varying degrees.

However, the terracotta warriors and horses have a layer of pottery figurines, and the souls of those soldiers are hidden in the figurines, so that they can be less affected by yang energy. And the monster of the other party, the entire body of the dead person, belongs to the yin, and it is directly irradiated by the sun, and the impact will definitely be far greater than that of his own terracotta warriors.

Perhaps, after dawn, the tide of battle should have some reversal.