Chapter 1193: Human Life Is Like a Mustard (Page 1/1)

The large-scale attack of a gold-level force is not a trivial matter for most of the forces in the Land of Returning to Ruins.

With the arrival of Tianwu Qianzhuang, Jiang Mo did not deliberately suppress it, he himself hoped that these disciples and elders would participate in the battle to defend the sect and hone their combat experience.

At this moment, a feeling that the mountain rain was about to come and the wind was full of buildings, shrouded in the sky above the Zhentian Pavilion.

With Jiang Mo's shout falling, a vast dragon chant suddenly sounded in the sky above Zhentian Pavilion.

The Ancient Blood Spirit Dragon broke through the air, and its huge dragon body was entrenched in the sky above the Zhentian Pavilion, and its power was incomparably amazing.

With such a majestic spirit, the more than 100,000 disciples and elders of the Dezhen Heavenly Pavilion were all greatly boosted.

"Boom!"

After the primeval blood spirit dragon appeared, a sword roar that seemed to pierce the sky suddenly resounded from the void.

Jian Xiong stood in the void at will, and there was a monstrous sword aura, which opened up mightily.

Against the Pseudo-Emperor Realm powerhouse of Tianwu Qianzhuang, Jiang Mo planned to only send the Ancient Blood Spirit Dragon and Sword Hero to fight.

As for the 110,000 monks of Tianwu Qianzhuang, it should be used as a whetstone for the disciples and elders of Zhentian Pavilion.

How can they grow up without experiencing real battlefield fighting?

"Pavilion Master Jiang, goodbye for a few months, long time no see!"

A hundred miles away, the chief helmsman of Tianwu Qian Zhuang said loudly.

"Could it be that the chief helmsman came to me just to catch up on the past?" Jiang Mo asked rhetorically.

"At the beginning, you killed my Tianwu Qianzhuang and discredited the helmsman, but now, the helmsman's main town Tiange has been destroyed to wash away the shame of the day!"

The chief helmsman said confidently.

"Is it enough for me to kill you?"

Jiang Mo sneered.

"Arrogance, if you submit to me now, perhaps, the helmsman will be able to spare your life. If you are stubborn, you will really die and have no place to be buried!"

The army of more than 100,000 monks behind the helmsman of Tianwu Qian Zhuang erupted with a strong killing intent that soared into the sky.

"Ridiculous!"

Jiang Mo no longer talked nonsense with this person, and said, "Anyone who kills the cultivators of Tianwu Qianzhuang will have cultivation resources as a reward. The more people you kill, the more rewards you get, the elixir spirit grass, martial arts, you can choose when the time comes!"

This method motivates people and can stimulate their fighting spirit.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Sure enough, as Jiang Mo's words fell, a famous monk all rose to the sky, with spears in their hands like a forest, and iron armor.

"Destroy them!"

On the side of Tianwu Qianzhuang, a strong killing intent also erupted, and the two sides of the centaurs instantly collided together.

Plumes of smoke and dust suddenly swept up, and the terrifying Yuan Force shock wave was continuously released.

All of a sudden, the sound of frantically shouting and killing filled the sky above the entire Zhentian Pavilion.

The corpses of monks were constantly falling from the void.

Between the blood sprays, there was a thick bloody atmosphere here, like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

When the disciples and elders on both sides started fighting, those high-ranking figures also moved.

The battle between this level, the aftermath of the energy released alone, is not something that ordinary monks can bear.

Therefore, the huge dragon body of the Ancient Blood Spirit Dragon was unfurled, and it swept directly to the higher places of the void, and the vast dragon groan came out, causing many people's bodies to be full of qi and blood.

"Damn brute, why can't you?"

The chief helmsman of Tianwu Qianzhuang sneered, only to see his palm flip, and suddenly a silver-gray puppet rose against the storm.

In an instant, its body had grown to a huge size.

At the same time, a terrifying aura actually erupted from the body of this silver-gray puppet, faintly, not weaker than the Ancient Blood Spirit Dragon.

"Hmph, in order to get this puppet, my Tianwu Qian Zhuang has spent almost half of the wealth of the entire Qian Village. If you can kill this dragon, it will be worth it. When the chief helmsman of Tianwu Qian Zhuang said this, a trace of flesh pain obviously flashed.

Obviously, this puppet cost Tianwu Qian Zhuang a lot of wealth.

Rumble!

Immediately after, the silver-gray puppet was manipulated, turned into a flash of lightning, and rushed towards the Ancient Blood Spirit Dragon.

The space along the way shattered inch by inch, leaving a trail of darkness.

The Ancient Blood Spirit Dragon's giant tail swept violently and slammed into the silver-gray puppet.

Bang!

The deafening roar suddenly resounded through the void, and I saw the silver-gray puppet in the void, tumbling for a hundred feet, and then stabilized its body, and then rushed out again.

Seeing this scene, the chief helmsman of Tianwu Qianzhuang sank slightly.

Roar!

The Ancient Blood Spirit Dragon opened its huge mouth and roared violently, and the terrifying dragon flame swept through the heavens and the earth, burning the silver-gray puppet into it.

The temperature of the flame was terrifying, and I saw that the liquid on the body of the silver gray puppet was constantly melting and dripping, and finally it was burned away by the dragon flame.

Swish!

At this moment, a wide war knife appeared in its hand, and the war knife slashed suddenly, and the monstrous dragon flame was split in two.

The terrifying sword rays were as fast as lightning, and they actually slashed at the body of the primeval blood spirit dragon.

Click, click.

On the body of the primeval blood spirit dragon, more than a dozen dragon scales suddenly exploded, and the dragon's blood flowed down, and the silver-gray puppet actually opened its mouth and sucked the dragon's blood into its mouth.

"Look for death!"

The Ancient Blood Spirit Dragon made a sound, and it slapped down with one claw, and in an instant, the entire void seemed to be in turmoil, as if it was about to shatter.

Such a terrifying dragon power was released, and many monks of Tianwu Qianzhuang were terrified.

When the Ancient Blood Spirit Dragon and the Silver Gray Golem were fighting fiercely, Jian Xiong also struck.

He held the long sword in his hand, and his whole body seemed to be fused with the sword, and the monstrous sword aura filled the sky, and almost everyone felt the fierce killing intent.

"Looks like the information is wrong!"

Jiang Mo smiled.

In fact, there were not so many Pseudo-Emperor Realm powerhouses in Tianwu Qianzhuang at all, except for that silver gray puppet, which was somewhat beyond Jiang Mo's expectations, the remaining strength of the other party was no longer on the same level as Zhentian Pavilion at all.

Jiang Mo was really curious, who gave Tianwu Qianzhuang the courage to dare to cross 100,000 miles and come here to attack Zhentian Pavilion?

Jiang Mo sent another monk from the Pseudo-Emperor Realm to join the battle circle.

The fierce battle lasted for nearly an hour.

The disciples and elders who were fighting frantically below had already entered a white-hot state, and both sides were red-eyed, eager to bite off the enemy's flesh with their teeth.

The corpses on the ground were piled up layer by layer, although there were many casualties in Zhentian Pavilion, but in the away battle of Tianwu Qianzhuang, the casualties were even more severe.

Even, their morale has begun to be unstable, and many people want to withdraw from the battlefield.

However, since you have joined it, how can it be so easy to get out of it?

These would-be deserters were often either killed by the enemy or beheaded by their own warlords.

On this kind of battlefield, human life is really like a mustard......

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