What does the battle look like at the level of the primordial infant?

The primordial infant is the perfect self of the monk, the condensation of the inner universe to the perfection of advancement, and the condensed infant spirit of cultivation, divine consciousness, primordial spirit, cultivation, law, etc.

When you reach the level of Yuanying, your own Dao, Fa, God, etc., already have the command and the ability to change the outside world, and use your own Dao and Fa to change the heavens and the earth, so as to confront the enemy.

It may be a little exaggerated to turn over the clouds and rain and move mountains and reclaim the sea, but the huge destructive power of the Yuanying battle is undoubted.

On the tragic battlefield, rivers of blood flowed and corpses were like mountains.

The human monks, the corpses of the companion beasts of the Royal Beast Gate, are all over the mountains.

On the ruins of large and small military formations, the corpses of monks who were sucked dry by the military formations were torn and devoured by a large number of low-level desolate beasts.

The black flag swallowed thick smoke and dust, and countless primordial gods turned into countless faces wailing and struggling on the flag.

Other than that, there was no living creature in sight, only a dozen small streams formed by the collection of blood flowing quietly in the strange sound of gurgling and clattering.

The elder cultivator of the Imperial Beast Gate shouted at the black flag.

This rebuke contained tremendous power and great true power, and with just one click, the entire battlefield seemed to be pressed and paused.

The sound waves formed a shock ripple that seemed harmless, but made the black flag feel like a great enemy.

With a coquettish laugh, a graceful figure wearing a black cloak appeared next to the black flag.

I saw her grasp the flagpole like lightning, and with a shake of her figure, the flag waved before the ripples arrived!

In an instant, countless ghosts surged out of the black flag, and all the voids in sight were so dark, and a terrible howl carried the magic of the dementor, and a purgatory-like world unfolded.

The ripples attacked, and they melted silently in the layers of black fog, and then looked in the direction of the old cultivator of the Royal Beast Gate, and found that the Yuan Infant Support Group that had arrived had disappeared.

The graceful figure holding the black flag had words in her mouth, and layer after layer of protection was stacked and unfolded with the black flag as the center, however, before the mysterious and scalp-numbing spell could be recited, an old palm poked out from the void behind her.

This hand is extremely slow, slow like a slow motion playing picture by picture.

In this way, the figure holding the black flag should be easy to dodge.

In fact, that's what she did.

She began to flash in a wide space, a flicker that spanned a long distance, and the direction of the flickering was completely random, sometimes in the sky, sometimes underground, sometimes in a lake, sometimes in a swamp!

However, this palm that was slowly pinching towards her neck was like an ant on the tarsal bones, no matter how she changed her direction, no matter whether she escaped or resisted with endless levels of magic weapons and means, she couldn't change the slightest bit of this palm's approach!

The Black Flag nun began to scream, similar to the ultrasound waves spread out by bats, which could not be heard by human ears, but it was enough to reverberate in a vast area of thousands of miles.

She's crying out for help!

Unfortunately, the rescue did not appear, and the palm of the hand finally pinched her neck without any mistakes.

"Evil beast!" The elder cultivator of the Imperial Beast Gate showed her form, and just like that, the female cultivator with the black-clothed cloak ripped off the black-robed cloak that covered her body with one hand, so that a withered, thin, almost skeleton-like female ghost cultivator showed her true form.

"Spare your life!!" the female ghost cultivator began to scream!

"It's late!" Yuan Ying Lao Xiu shouted, and then, a pure white flame ignited in the ghost Xiu's chest, and in an instant, "Boom!", completely engulfed her body!

"Ah!!" Ghost Xiu screamed, "Fellow Daoists, avenge me!"

These are the last words.

Eventually, the ghost cultivator turned into wisps of smoke and dust, and together with the black flag, it was purified by the lotus fire.

Almost at the same time.

In all directions of the battlefield, the other monks of the Yuanying Support Group appeared, either leisurely, vigilant, relaxed, or vigilant.

There were three black-clad cloaks surrounded and blocked by them, and a bird transformed from cyan flames hovered over the heads of the three cloaked men.

"Evil animals in the ghost swamp!!"

The old cultivators of the Royal Beast Gate are about to crack!

He should have thought that the desolate beast would avoid the truth and nothing, and he would not talk about any strategy and tactics, and the warnings, beacon fires and losses in the past month were all from the handwriting of these evil beasts!

"Boom!!" A black-cloaked figure began to laugh wildly, "The Royal Beast Gate, such a big name, now it seems that it is nothing more than that!"

The rest of the Yuanying Support Group didn't speak, they just stood in different postures, and the qi released caused a drastic change in heaven and earth, so the boundaries between the sky and the earth seemed to be confused, and the light was greatly distorted and scattered around these people, obviously there was no fog, but the sight was chaotic.

Below the Yuan Infant, it was no longer possible to exist within the scope of the battlefield confrontation, and the three directors of the Dark World plus a Yuan Infant Desolate Beast hung above their heads, which actually made these twelve Yuan Infant mid-to-late stage support groups dare not move.

The reason for this is simply the lice on the top of the monk's head, which is obvious.

Spare yourself!

The other side of the confrontation is different.

Ghost cultivators are notoriously fierce and difficult, of course they also spare their lives, but they will not show weakness and retreat in such a scene, and the flying birds composed of cyan flames have no such scruples, coupled with the powerful fighting instinct of the Yuanying Desolate Beast......

The scene turned out to be evenly matched, and it may be that except for the old cultivator of the Imperial Beast Gate, no one wants to be in such an environment and under such conditions, and they will not die.

"One day, one day!"

"Truly, this seat is waiting for - let's go!"

After saying cruel words with hatred to each other, the opposing side slowly retreated, and the cyan flame transformed into a bird, but ignoring the powerful deterrence of more than a dozen Yuanying monks, it was still hovering leisurely above his head.

"Let's go, don't fall into the trap of traitors!"

The red-clothed nun of the Yuan Infant Support Group said.

"Wait, we have to let the family clean up the mess!"

The loss of the Royal Beast Gate this time is really huge, and the number of corpses of disciples and companion beasts is innumerable, especially the companion beasts, because of the existence of Neidan, they have become the first predatory targets of the wild beasts, and as far as the eye can see, regardless of the size of the body, they are exposed by the skeleton of the gnawed beasts.

"Yuan'er, my Yuan'er!!"

The old cultivator of the Royal Beast Gate stumbled in search of the corpse mountain, and found a female corpse with only half of her body left, and after the whole body was shocked, she burst into tears.

He picked up this half of his body, trembled his palms, and wiped the nun's blood-stained face over and over again, and the wails were bursting, which was really unbearable to witness.

In the Yuanying Support Group, a Yuanying monk from the Nangong family saw it, and his guilt rose, so he stepped forward and just wanted to comfort him.

The old cultivator suddenly raised his head, his face had been distorted because of heartache and anger, and the hatred in his eyes made the Yuanying Monk of the Nangong family take a few steps back.

A strange confrontation is formed.

After a few breaths, the Yuanying Monk of the Nangong family laughed and said, "Senior Brother Wei, what is this?"

"In the current situation, your Nangong family is satisfied?"

The Yuanying monk of the Nangong family felt guilty in his heart, however, the interests of the family, the position and instructions of the god lord made this guilt seem insignificant, "Senior Brother Wei said carefully, my family and your family are ......."

"Hehe!" The old cultivator of the Royal Beast Gate held half of the corpse and sneered to himself, "Three days, within three days, if your god master doesn't make a move, this trip to the troubled waters will not flow, so what kind of Dao Jun will let your family go." ”

"Wei Daoyou is really confused, how can you change the regulations set by the gods!"

"What a coincidence, my family's god master and the fairy are obedient to each other. ”

"Senior Brother Wei!!" the Yuanying Monk of the Nangong family lowered his face coldly, "The casualties of the opening war are inevitable, it has only been more than a month, and the losses of your sect are only minimal, why do you say such words that make your allies feel cold?"

"Yes, it's only been more than a month, if it's a year, what else will be left of my northward branch? ”

"Senior Brother Wei, Thousand Illusion Valley is a seventh-order spiritual mountain blessed land. ”

"Seventh Order, what's the difference between the Seventh Order and the Sixth Order? After all, it is a place where you can't transform into a god, and you will still have to be subject to your control in the future, it's not worth it!"

Seeing that the two of them were stiffening more and more, the red-clothed nun hurriedly stepped forward to start a round.

These Yuanying monks are all recruited to help through connections, friendships, and high prices, and they all have Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism.

There are four of these support groups of twelve, which are under the command of the four Yuanying monks of the Royal Beast Gate, and now they have been reduced to a firefighting team, fighting fires everywhere.

For more than a month, the loss of the Royal Beast Gate is obvious to all, however, any loss is not as good as this time today, looking at these fallen corpses and companion beast corpses, most of them are the essence of the northbound branch of the Royal Beast Gate.

It had only been a long time since the beacon fire rose to the time they arrived, and the four Jin Dan, dozens of foundation builders, thousands of Qi cultivators, and cultivators were all wiped out!

No one can ignore such a loss.

No wonder Wei Tong was in a hurry.

After some persuasion, Wei Tong's urgency was finally calmed down temporarily.

At this time, a brigade of reinforcements from the rear arrived.

Suddenly, there was another mournful shout and cry.

"Ancestor, you can't go on like this, you can't!"

A female cultivator in the late stage of Jindan found Wei Tong and said silently.

"I know, I know!" Wei Tong took the female cultivator's hand, "Yuan'er is gone, gone!!"

"Ancestor!!" the nun burst into tears.

"Wait three days, three days later, if the old ghost of Nangong doesn't move, I'll go to the god lord and the fairy - I can't let our children lose in vain. ”

Eventually, flags wrapped around the corpses, transported them onto the spirit boat, and put them into a coffin.

The three spirit boats were full of such coffins, and they went all the way backwards and walked away sadly.

The sad song was sung all the way, and along the way, the various supply nodes of the Royal Beast Gate were wrapped in plains.

The surrounding scattered cultivation was originally stimulated by the big development, but at this time, it was like a basin of ice water poured from the head, and many emperors were stillborn!