War never comes in the way it is expected, much less in a planned process.

When war comes suddenly, the only thing that can be done is to accept it.

Accept the war.

Accept death.

The bell rang on Zidou Mountain, echoing in every corner of the mountain.

Everyone in the Qingshan Hundred Refining Sect heard the bell, and after a short moment of confusion, they immediately ran to their rightful place.

Fortunately in the midst of misfortune, the Qingshan Hundred Refining Sect has been preparing for war all along, whether it is those monks or mortals, they are all preparing for war.

Down from the original Purple Dou Sect Hall, the entire interior of Purple Dou Mountain has been hollowed out into a mountain city, and at the same time, a large number of fortifications and magic circles have been arranged up and down Purple Dou Mountain.

When Fang Zhen went to Beizhou, he had already transferred all the people who could fight in the mountain dwelling map, which naturally included those semi-infected survivors rescued by Yan Ying.

Woody led people to study for a month, although he still couldn't figure out what was going on with these semi-infected, but at least it greatly stabilized the state of these semi-infected, and now these semi-infected people can maintain more than five hours of fighting, and then need to rest for about three hours to stabilize their state.

And according to multiple tests, these semi-infected people are not contagious, which allows them to safely fight with others.

There are indeed people who worry that these semi-infected people will be affected by the war and become a hidden danger, but it is useless to worry that they will need to accept these special comrades.

Before the end of the world, there is no qualification.

According to the scout's report, on the third hour after the bell rang, the polluting army appeared in everyone's sight.

It was a scene that cannot be described in words.

The inhuman, the non-physical, the non-spiritual, the filthy, the unspeakable enemy came like a tidal wave.

If Ling Xiao and his party came back at this time, they would definitely be quite familiar with the scene in front of them.

This is the case with the pollution tides on Jinyang Lake.

"The enemy is coming, attack!" Jin Ting stood at the height of the entire defense line and gave an order through the power of the Nine Xuan Bells.

"Activate the Great Array!"

She rang the Nine Xuan Bell in her hand, the bell rang melodiously, and then a huge magic circle unfolded under her feet, and at the same time, the nine hundred and ninety-nine magic circles of the entire Purple Doushan defense line also lit up, and the huge spiritual energy began to converge on the central core magic circle.

The Nine Xuan Bell rose in Jin Ting's hand, becoming bigger and bigger, becoming more and more transparent, and then it became standing up to the sky, enveloping the entire Zidou Mountain defense line, and at the same time, the bell body also completely became transparent.

A huge shield with a faint golden light protected the Purple Doushan defense line, successfully blocking the first round of long-range attacks launched by the tide of pollution.

This entire large array is centered on the Nine Xuan Bells and the nine hundred and ninety-nine magic circles are the energy source, which is activated and maintained under the guidance of Jin Ting, as long as the aura is not exhausted, then it can be maintained for a long time.

As for Jin Ting, in the midst of the Great Array, her realm directly broke through all the seals and became a Heaven and Earth Realm Sage.

In fact, when she fused with Jiuxuan Zhong and recalled the memories of her previous life, she was already a Heaven and Earth Realm Sage, but her physical body could not maintain such a state for a long time, so she sealed her own strength.

Now, she doesn't need to, and can't keep it sealed, any longer.

The fairy slave who was standing beside Jin Ting took a deep look at Jin Ting, and finally raised her hand and shot out a pillar of flame with a width of 100 meters to sweep over the polluted monsters outside.

"Everyone, fight to the death!"

"No!"

No one retreats, and no one is afraid, because the retreating and cowardly ones will not appear here, they will either have been corrupted or have long since become dead souls.

The pollution touched the first line of defense of Zidou Mountain, and they rolled up earth, rock, and gravel, rolled up layers of black smoke, and rolled up one after another tornadoes that were hundreds of meters high and began to impact the shield formed by the Nine Xuan Bells.

In the tornadoes of black smoke and gravel, thousands of pollutants rushed out.

Some of them still have the form they had when they were alive, or they are primordial beasts, or humans, but more of them are indescribable things that cannot be described in words.

They were as fierce as the waves crashing against the embankment, and their numbers were incalculable, and they poured like ink dripping into clear water.

In contrast to these pollutions, there are counterattacks shot from behind the shield.

Spells, sword energy, rune treasures.

And the hundreds of rune cannons that came out in a hurry.

This kind of thing that requires a hundred breaths of rest for every shelling before firing a second shot is completely unqualified in Fang Zhen's opinion, but at least it is better than nothing.

"Raise your sword, slash!"

The commander at the forefront gave a loud order, and the monks with rune knives raised their swords in unison, poured all their true elements into it, and then cut it down.

Thousands of rune sword qi gathered together, turned into light and rushed out of the shield, slashing into those pollutions.

Pollution and light collide together, causing a series of explosions, and then shatter at the same time, turning into shimmering particles, returning to the natural cycle, and then part of it is attracted by pollution and turns into a new pollution monster, and part of it is absorbed by the large array of Purple Doushan, turning into the energy of the next wave of attacks.

War is not just about swords and guns, but also about aspects that cannot be seen by conventional means.

"One team retreats, and the second team steps forward, raise their swords, and slash!" the commander roared loudly, waving his flag.

The monks who had just exhausted their strength and had not yet recovered the true yuan in their bodies immediately retreated, and the second team of monks who had already prepared stood up, raised their knives, and slashed!

Behind them, there were two other teams lined up, and the entire rune sword team totaled 10,000 people, all of which were composed of mortals who were brave enough to take pills and forcibly spawn into the psychic realm.

Although they became monks under the impetus of the elixir, they had no time to polish their combat skills, and they could only act as the "energy" of the rune knife, and every swing of the knife was done with all their might, and after each swing, there would be a ten-breath time to rest and adjust.

They are well aware that they are cannon fodder and are most likely to be the first to die on the defensive line.

But they didn't back down.

They know that there is no way back.

A large number of ripples continued to flicker on the shield formed by the Nine Xuan Bells, but it still stood, and the runes of the Xuan Arc shone brightly.

Pollution is like a moth to a fire, constantly hitting the shield.

They are killed by wave after wave of attacks from the monks, but they will crash into the shield in more waves, and their only task is to shatter the shield, one way or another.

The battle began to heat up directly, and after three hours of fighting, someone suddenly pointed to the sky.

"Look at the sky!"