Chapter 884 The Massacre Begins

An army of monks like a great wall of steel crossed the plain, like an endless black torrent, filled with an earth-shattering murderous aura. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Even if it is an army of hundreds of thousands of mortals, the momentum gathered is enough to change the color of the wind and clouds, let alone the army of hundreds of thousands of monks.

I have to say that the murderous aura emitted by the army of hundreds of thousands of monks is really terrifying, like a rolling cold tide, constantly spreading around.

Lu Jing and Fan Qingtan looked at the army of monks on the plain like a black ocean, their faces were very solemn.

Even if they knew that most of the hundreds of thousands of cultivators in this army were Dao Realm cultivators and Purple Mansion real people, they still couldn't breathe a sigh of relief in their hearts.

Normally, no matter how many Dao Realm cultivators and Purple Mansion True Persons there are, it is difficult for them to pose a threat to the Vientiane Grandmaster.

However, this "normal" is also limited, but when the number of Dao Realm monks and Purple Mansion True Persons exceeds 100,000, it will be completely different.

Even if it is a weak creature like an ant, after countless things are added up, it can form a terrifying ant tide that sweeps the heavens and the earth, let alone a powerful monk?

The number of more than 100,000 Dao Realm cultivators and Purple Mansion real people joining forces can already pose a considerable threat to the Vientiane Grandmaster.

If these monks still know how to cooperate through formations, then the threat will be even greater.

What's more, among these hundreds of thousands of monks, there are not only Dao Realm monks and Purple Mansion True Beings, but there are also at least nearly 100 Vientiane Grandmasters hidden among them.

Therefore, when Lu Jing and Fan Qingtan saw the almost boundless army of hundreds of thousands of monks, their hearts became heavy.

"Sure enough, the Four Holy Palaces won't let us leave so easily. It seems that a massacre is going on today. ”

Lu Jing muttered to himself, a hideous blood light flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, I don't know how many monks hidden in the distance saw the ocean-like army of monks on the plain, and their scalps were also secretly numb and trembling.

It can be said that even in Central Continent, such a large army of monks has not appeared for hundreds of years.

"It's horrible. This is the true power of the Four Holy Palaces, it is often an army of hundreds of thousands of monks, what other large sects, where can they mobilize such a terrifying power? ”

The elder of a large sect secretly gasped and said.

"Lu Jing and Fan Qingtan came out, but their time to die has also arrived. Under the pressure of this army of hundreds of thousands of monks, I really can't think of any chance that they will survive. ”

Many monks who were hiding in the dark and watching looked at Lu Jing and Fan Qingtan with the eyes of the dead.

At this time, an old man wearing a green dragon robe flew out of the army of monks, and his eyes coldly glanced at Lu Jing and Fan Qingtan.

"Fan Qingtan, as a Vermilion Bird Holy Maiden, but you don't know the inspection points, you actually dare to have an affair with Lu Jing, the sworn enemy of the sect, you really deserve death."

"And Lu Jing, you little brute, since you arrived in Zhongzhou, you have repeatedly been enemies of our Four Holy Palaces, and now you are even more bold to interfere in the internal affairs of our Four Holy Palaces, and you also killed the Xuanwu Holy Son and the White Tiger Holy Son of our Four Holy Palaces, and you also deserve death."

"Now everyone listen, give me this pair of adulterers and women, and crush them into powder!"

The old man said coldly, and suddenly pointed at Lu Jing and Fan Qingtan.

"Kill—"

As the old man's finger fell, the army of hundreds of thousands of monks moved instantly, as if it had turned into a roaring tide, overwhelmingly devouring Lu Jing and Fan Qingtan.

Boom Boom ......

An army of hundreds of thousands of monks was dispatched, and the movement was so terrifying that the earth trembled for millions of miles, and the sky shook as if it was about to collapse.

"Isn't it great if there are a lot of people?"

Lu Jing smiled coldly, and instantly opened a corner of the Xuan Realm, releasing all the thousands of flying winged snakes.

"Hiss Hiss ......"

In an instant, the winged snake, like a boundless dark cloud, roared towards hundreds of thousands of troops.

However, just as Lu Jing released a large group of flying winged snakes, bursts of birdsong suddenly sounded in the sky, and I saw a golden cloud suddenly rushing down from the high sky and pounced into the large group of flying winged snakes, but it was countless golden birds the size of fists.

And after the golden birds rushed into the large group of winged snakes, they immediately started a fierce battle with the winged snakes.

"It's not good, this is the Dao soldier cultivated by the Green Dragon Hall of the Four Holy Palaces - the Golden Feather Bird."

Fan Qingtan saw the countless golden birds that suddenly appeared, and said slightly.

"Damn, it seems that the Four Holy Palaces have deliberately dispatched the Golden Feather Bird to deal with the Winged Snake after knowing that I can control the Flying Wing Snake."

Lu Jing's face sank slightly, originally, he also wanted to deal a heavy blow to the monk army through a large group of flying winged snakes, but he didn't expect that the Four Holy Palaces would also dispatch golden feather birds to deal with the flying winged snakes.

There is no doubt that Lu Jing's plan has failed, and the next battle will be even more dangerous.

"However, even if the Winged Serpent is stopped, I, Lu Jing, am still confident that I can fight my way out."

Lu Jing said coldly, his heart moved, and he released all the more than 10,000 cursed demon worms.

Suddenly, these more than 10,000 cursed demon insects formed a black cloud, enveloping Lu Jing and Fan Qingtan.

"More than 10,000 cursed demon worms?"

Fan Qingtan looked at the cursed demon insects that were flying around her one by one, and secretly gasped in her heart, but she didn't expect that Lu Jing would have this kind of killer feature in addition to the flying winged snake.

Compared to the Flying Wing Snake, Fan Qingtan was undoubtedly more shocked by the appearance of a large group of cursed demon insects.

Because the reputation of the cursed demon worm is far greater than that of the winged snake, and the threat to the Vientiane Grandmaster is also greater.

"Keel clone, come out!"

After releasing the cursed demon worm, Lu Jing's heart moved again, and in an instant, the dragon bone clone more than twenty stories tall fell beside him with a bang.

In one year, the dragon bone clone has advanced to the first layer of the realm by continuously refining the "Chaos Source Liquid", and then to the third layer of Vientiane, and to the fourth layer of Vientiane.

Stripes of dark gold textures flickered on the bones of the dragon bone clone, filled with terrifying and oppressive power fluctuations.

"Let's go up."

Lu Jing flew to the head of the keel clone with Fan Qingtan.

"Boss, such an interesting thing, how can I be missing Bao?"

With a bang, Ah Bao also appeared above the head of the dragon bone clone, and after knowing that Lu Jing was about to have a very dangerous battle, it couldn't help but come out of the Xuan Realm to help.

Lu Jing didn't want Ah Bao to make a move, after all, this battle was too dangerous.

However, when he saw Bao's resolute face, he knew that he couldn't stop Bao.

"Okay, then let's kill the sky and the earth today, let the Four Holy Palaces know, and anger my Lu Jing's fate." Lu Jing let out a long roar and slapped the keel clone.

"Roar! ――――”

The huge dragon bone clone suddenly let out an earth-shattering roar, bursting out with a vast and domineering dragon might, like an ancient earth overlord reappearing in the world.

Boom Boom

The huge dragon bone clone immediately rushed towards the hundreds of thousands of troops that were submerged like a tide, roaring step by step, and the momentum was actually not under the army of hundreds of thousands of monks.