When Jiang Cheng arrived at Yuzhu Valley, there was already a river of blood flowing here.

More than 80,000 people from more than 30 large and small sects, such as the Jingzhu Immortal Mansion, the Qiluo Sect, and the Tongyuan Family, have been killed to the point that only more than 30,000 remain.

The fifteen Dao Saints who came over together had already died to the point that only six remained.

And the four Dao Saints of the Immortal Mansion, only Meng Duan and Meng Yue were still alive at this time.

Even if this battle suddenly stopped at this moment, the Immortal Mansion camp could no longer be described as just a serious injury to its vitality.

What's more, the number of fallen is still soaring.

Meng Duan had already been injured, his blood-stained hair was scattered, and his sweat had already soaked the damaged Dao armor.

Because of the excessive burning of the power of the blood, even the eyes turned brown, like a crazy trapped beast, and there was no longer the demeanor of the previous leader of the Howling Domain.

He's a little better.

Many people are on the verge of losing the ability to think under the ravages of this one-sided war.

Along the way before, they scolded the Tianwei Army and the Tianji Army for not being powerful and too incompetent.

It's too much of a mouth addiction.

Now that they have finally confronted them, they say they can't afford it.

It's a pity that King Jing and King Sha have no intention of lightly.

is an undying enemy, and there is no possibility of mercy!

So far, there have only been more than 5,000 casualties on the Tiangong side.

And the more you fight to the back, the weaker the Immortal Mansion's side, the greater the overwhelming advantage of the Heavenly Palace.

"What's going on inside?"

"Fighting so much?"

Looking at the gray mist condensed into the sky, and then at the isolation barrier that was shaken like boiling water, Jiang Cheng actually guessed what was happening.

The battle that should have belonged to him was taken first by Meng Duandao Sheng.

This made him very unhappy.

I just stopped outside the isolation barrier, and I didn't plan to go in.

And behind him, the pot has exploded.

"Damn, what's going on?"

"Why is there such a fierce fight inside?"

"I just saw the Qing Silent Dao Saint killed, it can't be a mistake, right?"

"Meng Duan Dao Sheng! I see him, he's being besieged by three Dao Saints! ”

"Oh my God......"

Before, everyone was angry that the Immortal Mansion was robbing the credit, but now that they see the scene inside through the enchantment, they are really in a complicated mood.

"Aren't you here to steal credit, I look like I'm going to die."

"Miserable!"

"It's miserable......"

Not to mention the heavenly armies hidden on the periphery, there are more than 300,000 of them engaged in the battle at this time.

No matter which direction you are in, you can see the figures of the Heavenly Palace Dao Saint and the Divine Monarch.

After all, the origin totem is too eye-catching, it is simply a god descending to earth, giving everyone a great impact.

If it weren't for the fact that there was still the Flying Immortal Gate standing at the forefront, many people would have even been so frightened that they would have fled on the spot.

"Jiang Cheng!"

Meng Yongdaosheng didn't see Jiang Cheng's expression of loss and unwillingness, but his own expression was very wonderful now.

The four saints of Xianfu who went out on this expedition, he only saw Meng Duan and Meng Yue at the end of the road through the enchantment.

The other two...... You don't have to think about it to know what the end will be.

Seeing this scene with his own eyes, this dignified Dao Saint almost fainted in pain.

He turned his head and stared at Master Jiang with red eyes like a fierce beast.

Roared: "How can there be so many heavenly armies here? ”

"How can there be so many Divine Monarchs and Heavenly Palace Dao Saints?"

This question, others finally realized the problem.

The reason why Meng Duan dared to swagger and came to Yujiao Valley to grab merit was because he expected that there would be no enemies here.

Because the enemy should have been 'eliminated' by the Flying Immortal Gate!

In everyone's imagination, the Flying Immortal Gate had uprooted so many strongholds along the way, and the Heavenly Palace must have suffered heavy casualties.

It is estimated that there is not one out of ten Heavenly Armies, and it is good to have three or five left in the Divine Monarch and Dao Saint Ability.

Meng Duan came over with fifteen Dao Saints, and he wasn't a flying dragon riding face?

As a result, when I look at it now, it is not like that at all.

The Heavenly Palace lineup was very neat, and the eight Divine Monarchs and the other twenty-two Dao Saints were all present.

The Gray Hidden Dao Saint also asked in a cold voice, "Yes, why are there so many enemies here?" ”

He was actually gloating inside.

He hated Feixianmen, and he hated Jingzhu Immortal Mansion even more, after all, the last mission to garrison Moheng Xinghe was forcibly arranged by Xianfu.

Seeing the heavy casualties in the Xianfu camp, he is now eager to come to a set of celebration operations of singing and dancing and eating three bowls of rice in a row.

But on the surface, he still has a serious face.

"You Feixian Sect, you must give a reasonable explanation for this!"

Brother Cheng was almost amused by them.

"If you want to explain, you can go and ask the other side. The enemy is not under my command, so what does it matter to me? ”

He also gave up his position in front of him and made a gesture of invitation to the crowd.

"Damn it!"

Meng Yong trembled with anger.

"Now that the enemy is in front of you, why don't you go in with us to rescue them?"

As he spoke, he was already attacking the enchantment with the other two Dao Saints of the Immortal Mansion camp.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

The four walls of the violently vibrating enchantment shone brightly, emitting a dull roar.

The Gray Tibetan Dao Saint wants Meng Duan and the others to all die, but the Heavenly Army is in front of him, so he has to show something.

So he also began to shoot towards the enchantment, making a show.

Brother Cheng, on the other hand, took a step back, and even blocked the disciples of the Flying Immortal Sect behind him.

"Shall we not save them?"

Lin Ning was a little puzzled.

Inside is the enemy of the Heavenly Palace, which is the goal of this mission, right?

And it's a hot fight inside, and it's a good time to cut into the battlefield.

Brother Cheng clasped his hands on his chest and disagreed.

"Save what? Do you look down on the saint of Mengduandao? ”

"People are in high spirits, let's rush in now, isn't it a rush to steal the credit?"

He smiled and said, "Our Feixian Sect is a famous family, and we must pay attention to the rules in doing things." ”

This wave even the void that has been hiding in the shadows can't help but complain.

"It turns out that your heart is darker than our soul clan."

Lin Ning put away his sword as if he didn't understand, and the other disciples said that they had learned.

"Good!"

"You Feixian Gate is very good!"

Meng Yong, who was bombarding the enchantment, was almost angered by Brother Cheng's immortal power and went mad.

In a fit of rage, he roared.

"I can see that you Feixian Sect are spies!"

"You united with the Heavenly Palace to act, deliberately tricking us, and now you have got your wish......"

For this kind of incompetent rage, Brother Cheng directly blocked it.

He's busy teaching his disciples right now.

I saw this brother pointing to the figure of Meng Duandao Saint in the enchantment.

"See, what he did just now was quite exquisite, but in fact, he should have used the source of water to block ...... just now."

"That Divine Monarch of the Heavenly Palace is too conservative."

"If he continues to attack just now, he can directly kill Meng Duan, probably because he is afraid of getting hurt......"

The disciples of the Flying Immortal Sect were still crying and laughing at first, and said in their hearts, Master Jiang, can you not continue to sprinkle salt on other people's wounds.