readx;?“ At the head of the southwest city, a large number of creatures were found in the mist, suspected of being a demon clan!"

A sound suddenly exploded on the city wall, and instantly spread in all directions, and for a moment, the city wall fell into a depressing atmosphere. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the last fifteen years, there has not been a single large-scale siege of Dry Bone City, and the hunting ground of Dry Bone City is completely within a radius of 10,000 miles.

Suddenly smelling a huge oppressive aura, the blood in the bodies of the veterans of the Hundred Battles in Dry Bone City boiled, and their eyes burned one by one, eager to kill them now.

Wang Zhenren stood at the head of the city, a huge divine thought poured out, penetrating the mist several miles in front of him, and perceiving the breath of the demon clan monks inside the fog, and his old face instantly wrinkled together.

"Most of the demon clan, isn't it the hand of the evil demons? Who is the sacred, even attacking at this point, could it be that he has already sensed the emptiness of the defense of my Dry Bone City?"

He could feel that in the depths of the mist formed by the mirage, there were many demon clans with huge aura lurking, and most of their cultivation was at the level of the Purple Mansion, and the number was no less than seven, and there was even one person who was comparable to him.

Demon cultivation at the real level, within a radius of 30,000 li, there are only a few large dynasties of the demon clan, but why would those people attack Dry Bone City at this juncture.

"The city is attacking! The north city gate is all to cheer up the old decay, don't let these cubs of the demon clan break into the city of dry bones!"

An elder of the Purple Mansion Realm held his hands to the sky, and a huge amount of mana enveloped the northern city wall, sweeping away the mist that spread to the vicinity of the city wall in an instant.

Less than a thousand feet away from the city wall, hundreds of black spots rushed towards this side, and when they got close to the many monks on the city wall, they could see what the hell was rushing towards them.

"The fanged cavalry is the ironclad fanged cavalry of the Thorn Dynasty! Damn, those damn evil obstacles are so bold, the dynasty that lives in the battlefield outside the region dares to be the enemy of our sect. ”

The piercing scream spread in all directions, and when the countless monks of the Qingxia Ancient Sect heard this, they instantly stirred up the fury in their hearts.

Wang Zhenren's heart was full of anger, and he glanced at the fanged wolf rider galloping in the distance, and bowed slightly:

"Tear them to pieces, even if there is a shortage of masters in the Purple Mansion Realm in the Dry Bone City, but on the territory of the Qingxia Ancient Sect, it is not something that you and other inferior demon clans can stretch out, kill!"

A violent sound sounded like thunder, Wang Zhenren waved his hand, and thousands of monks from the Dry Bone City on the city wall were killed in an instant.

Several resident elders of the Purple Mansion Realm stretched out the barrier to prevent the enemy from breaking into the city.

At this time, Wang Zhenren did not open the defense array of Dry Bone City, and the opening of such a large array required the consumption of a large number of high-grade and top-grade spirit stones, and now there was not much inventory in Dry Bone City.

Just a few dozen breaths later, Chongxiao's shouting and killing sounded, and the people on both sides did not say a word, and directly exchanged swords.

Blood and fire have long been the main tone of the extraterritorial battlefield, and when you set foot in this ancient and broken world, you must be prepared to die, and most living beings have long been accustomed to spilling blood on the battlefield.

The short-handed battles, the piercing weapons like the sound of flesh are endless, and there is a dazzling blood red staining this land at every moment, and in the mist, endless demon wolves ride in an endless stream, and they are extremely excited.

As a wolf howl spread, the mist of the mirage enveloped the periphery of the huge city, and within the white mist, all kinds of demon clan monks continued to emerge, and Wang Zhenren's white eyebrows frowned twice.

The number of these demon clans is inevitably too much, and the east gate of the dry bone city he guarded has not been attacked by the demon clan, but at the other three city gates, more than 10,000 demon clan monks have been killed.

"Thorn Dynasty, what is the idea? If it goes on like this, even if these tens of thousands of demon clans are dead, it will be impossible to break into the enchantment range of my Dry Bone City. ”

Blood stained the ground, and one after another, creatures fell on the blood-soaked black earth.

In an hour and a half, tens of thousands of demon clans and more than 2,000 monks of the Qingxia Ancient Sect and its vassal forces died at the foot of the city wall, and their corpses covered the ground, increasing their blood intent by three points.

"Woooooooooo

The desolate horn sounded, and the remnants of nearly a thousand demon clan monks retreated into the fog like a tide with grief on their faces, casting a veil of mystery over this sudden war.

Several of the princes of the Purple Mansion Realm also noticed that something was wrong, the army of the Demon Clan of the Thorn Dynasty was already a little weird to storm the Dry Bone City, who had ever seen the cavalry attack the city?

Whoa!

Suddenly, there was a sound of water on the ground, and a Purple Mansion monk looked down on the ground, his face suddenly extremely pale.

"Blood sacrifice, it's a blood sacrifice! Senior Brother Wang, these demon clans plan to sacrifice the blood of the heroic soul who died in battle to my Dry Bone City!"

The sound of crying blood and roaring resounded in the sky, and Wang Zhenren's face on the main city gate twitched fiercely, and his sharp pupils were also filled with deep fear.

"Open the main city defense array, hurry up!"

As soon as the words fell, in the depths of the mirage mist, an unusually awkward spell sounded, like a cry like a song, and the power of the violent blood-colored law surged, poking out a large hole in the clouds in the sky.

"Yin Corpse Curse! The Iron War King of the Thorn Dynasty Tu Canghai, you are looking for death!"

Wang Zhenren's forehead was congested, the muscles of his face were red, and the meridians were beating wildly like twisted earthworms, and at this moment, he finally couldn't help but make a move.

As soon as the Yin Corpse Curse came out, he immediately knew that the black hand of the layout was the Iron War King of the Thorn Dynasty, which was his unique secret skill, and he didn't know how many opponents he had killed with the help of the Soul Pit.

"Senior brothers, seal the city gate with great divine powers, and don't let the yin qi penetrate into the city. ”

Wang Zhenren screamed sharply, and the earthy yellow law divine chain burst out from behind, wanting to buy time for the opening of the big array.

It will take a hundred breaths for the defense array of Dry Bone City to open, and the Iron War King in the mist has already used the corpse mountain and blood sea outside the city to make a move, if he hides it again, I am afraid that Dry Bone City will destroy a lot of city walls in a wave of Yin Corpse Curse.

These walls are made of the bones of some terrifying beasts in the Middle Ages, and they are born with a very special texture, which is the foundation for the Dry Bone City to stand here for thousands of years.

If the city walls were destroyed, the defensive array of the Dry Bones City would definitely be flawed, and it would even be difficult to open it to block the enemy from the city gates.

In the depths of the fog, with the Iron Battle King as the center, hundreds of monks of the demon clan surrounded him and chanted incantations.

The iron battle king's mysterious metal prosthetic limbs glowed with scarlet light, and a rich bloody aura escaped out, startling many demon cultivators' scalps numb, but they didn't dare to avoid it.

"Wang Yusheng, the city lord of Dry Bone City, the next real monk of the Jade Heng Wheel!

However, today, if the Thorn Dynasty wants to open up a new territory, it will sacrifice the Terran monks of the Dry Bone City to His Majesty the Great Demon Emperor. ”

Behind the Iron Battle Wang De's mask, the blood-red pupils were glowing with endless killing intent, and I saw that he flicked his fingers, and the blood on his fingertips sank into the surging blood on the ground.