Lin Hao closed his eyes briefly, and opened them a few seconds later.

"Go this way. ”

True Eye's vision made Lin Hao aware of the current situation. With t

The Yang Spirit Clan led by Feng Qian was gathering at the fireworks, and it was not only the Yang Spirit Clan that could be seen, but also the ghosts. The cultivators were naturally also attracted by this movement, and quickly approached that side.

Lin Hao changed his direction, planning to go around behind the ghost cultivators, surround them, and catch turtles in an urn.

"Not running?"

The fireworks in the air have not yet dissipated, and in the quiet forest, the sound is especially prominent.

Facing the two armored Yang Spirit Clans standing there straight, the rickety old man also put down the black and gray bow and stood on the trunk of a tree thicker than a person, thoughtfully:

"The signal just now... What message should he be sending to other Yang Spirit Clans, summoning other Yang Spirit Clans?"

In the perspective of the rickety old man, some Yang Spirit Clans gradually appeared, opposing him and standing at the two Armored Yang Spirit Clans.

"Are you finally ready to fight back?No wonder the Yang Spirit Clan keeps running, no wonder there are only these 20,000 clansmen, according to Captain Mu's guess, they are not the only ones... It turned out that it was intended to lure the enemy deeper and destroy all of us in one fell swoop. ”

The rickety old man's mind became active, "If Captain Mu's plan is not wrong, then I have to quickly find a chance to slip away, and then I will come back with Captain Mu's spirit ship..."

Thinking of this, he looked up at the sky, trying to find the trace of the spirit ship from the air.

Although there was nothing he wanted to see in his sight, the rickety old man believed that at this time, Captain Mu must be hidden somewhere, staring at these Yang Spirit Clans at any time.

Time passed slowly, and the ghost cultivator and the Yang Spirit clan seemed to have reached a consensus, and the two sides stood on both sides, quietly waiting for their teammates to assemble.

"Huh? no..."

Hiding in the ghost cultivation, the rickety old man who was about to retreat frowned slightly.

Things are obviously not as he thought, the number of Yang Spirit Clan is still only so much, twenty thousand, even less than the ghost cultivator.

"Why are there only so many Yang Spirit Clans... They should know that they can't be our opponents, so why are they going to face us head-to-head?"

The more the rickety old man thought about it, the more wrong it became, "Could it be that the other Yang Spirit Clans have already been ambushed around?"

"Can't wait any longer, no matter what, I need to leave immediately!"

The old man stepped back cautiously and slowly walked to the back of the line. Everyone's eyes were focused on the Yang Spirit Clan, no one would pay attention to him, and even if they did, they wouldn't have thought that the leader of the dignified team would actually escape at such a time?

"Rustle..."

The breeze slowly swept up the fallen leaves on the ground, and the Yang Spirit Secret Realm seemed to have an inexplicable power, even if the leaves were separated from the big trees, they would not wither, and they would always maintain a vibrant green.

"How many people have arrived?"

The other leader of the two teams asked sideways.

"Our people have almost arrived, and so have the others. A middle-aged man in the back replied.

"What about Huang Lao?" the leader asked again.

"I don't know, it should be hidden, after all, Captain Huang is a disciple of the Shadow Sect. "That's human.

"Hmm..."

The leader didn't think much about it, and nodded, "Pass the order and prepare to attack!"

"Yes!"

"Ready!"

Loud voices rang out between the two teams.

"Battle Yuan Array!"

The members of the two teams acted quickly, and two hundred people formed a group, each of whom did not hesitate to release the aura of his whole body.

"Buzz!"

A team of nearly 10,000 people formed more than forty battle formations, and under the condensation of the aura of more than 200 people in each battle formation, white balls of light like mist were condensed in the sky above their heads.

More than forty battle formations were lined up in two rows, and the leader was led at the front, which looked like a white spear from a distance.

"Up!"

The leader shouted.

As the sound sounded, more than forty white balls of light began to change in unison, and a huge white war horse was formed above the head of the battle array led by the leader, and some of the other battle formations formed tigers, big swords, and even dragons!

These white creatures are all made of aura, but they have an extraordinary momentum!

"Herod!"

The white war horse stepped on both hooves and jumped down from the sky above the battle array, and four powerful hooves stepped out of four huge pits with a diameter of one meter on the ground.

"Rush forward!"

The leader shouted, and all the teams and creatures in the rear moved with the sound, and the huge white war horse was at the front, knocking down all the big trees that were in the way, and it was like a bamboo, rushing straight to the Yang Spirit Clan less than two hundred meters ahead!

"Stomp, stomp..."

The ground was shaking, and the Alliance and the Scattered people were even more shocked when they saw this formation.

It is worthy of being the leader of the ghost cultivation of the Yang Spirit Secret Realm!

"What are you waiting for! Hurry up and make a wave! They said, whoever kills the Yang Spirit Clan will take the Yang Spirit Pill!"

"I'm on, you feel free. ”

"!"

Then, a bunch of people screamed to keep up with the two teams.

"Hold them back, no matter what!"

Feng Qian said loudly.

"Yes!"

All the Yang Spirit Clansmen responded in unison, full of momentum, and all kinds of weapons in their hands pointed at the ghost cultivators, and instead of retreating, they advanced, and they met them head-on.

"Hahaha! Stupid! You want to fight us! Natives pass natives! I have to let you know the power of the battle formation today!"

The leader laughed loudly, following the white war horse and manipulating him, laughing at the ignorance of the Yang Spirit Clan.

"Boom!"

"When!

The Yang Spirit Clan and the Ghost Cultivator finally collided, first of all, the white horse that was more than ten meters high, after all, it was the power condensed by more than two hundred Ghost Cultivators, and this power was not just as simple as one plus one.

The Yang Spirit Clan was like a child in front of the war horse, and it couldn't stop its charge at all, and the Yang Spirit Clan that met it was either crushed by the horse's hooves or knocked away by the impact.

The war horse rushed directly to the center of the Yang Spirit Clan's ranks, and then, the other battle formations also moved.

The various creatures they had condensed began to wreak havoc, and in front of the battle array with their numbers alone, it seemed that they had no ability to resist at all, even if they were surrounded by the Yang Spirit Clan.

"We've got to kill those who manipulate them!" the wind yelled.

"All the clansmen, regardless of those things, just rush in and kill those ghosts!" Feng Qian immediately ordered.

The Yang Spirit Clan was not afraid of death, and rushed towards their battle formation one after another, even if their bodies were shattered, they had to exhaust the last trace of strength to help the other clansmen rush into the battle array.

The Battle Yuan Array is indeed powerful, but it is not invulnerable, and its only weakness is the ghost cultivation that controls these "Yuan".

The Yang Spirit Clan would rather kill a thousand enemies than lose two thousand.

(End of chapter)