The killing order was given again, the beacon fire rose again, and the bloody and brave roared and rushed towards the battle group, hesitating to be intimidated by the killing intent of the commander, and he also did not dare to hesitate. When the two sides began to make contact, no matter whether they were brave or cowardly in their hearts, they had to do their best to survive, and there was no mercy.

To the enemy, but also to yourself.

At the same time, the monk on the giant tree completely gave up the protection of the heavy treasure, and unleashed his Dao supernatural powers, launching a Jedi counterattack against the demon cultivator who pounced on him.

Both sides were red-eyed, both sides were flesh and blood and even Yuan Shen turned into liliang and smashed at each other, the roaring sound in the sky was staggered, and a wave of uncertainties rose again and again, as if there was no end.

A middle-aged strong man rushed out of the giant tree, roaring, his arms turned into claws of the sky, and crushed the flesh of a demon cultivator in the head, and his soul collapsed under the force of the explosion before it could explode;

The spear flew out of his chest, and was pinched by two giant claws, breaking into two parts, and before he could take medicine to heal his wounds, he was hit by three divine powers. The blow to the back of the head shook his eyes out of his sockets, leaving only two holes of blood, and he didn't know where to look.

In an instant, he used the cultivation of the Great Monk to burn the powerful combat power brought by the burning essence blood, which was exhausted by the endless attacks around him, and his life was about to come to an end.

"Forsaken people, dare to deceive me, Brother Luosang is brave!"

The strong man shouted to the sky with a rain of blood, and his empty eye sockets made people feel a trace of determination, and the next moment, the earth-shattering roar echoed around, and several figures flew to a hundred feet away, and two demon cultivators were turned into nothingness on the spot, and even their souls were not left behind.

"Forsaken people, dare to deceive me, Brother Luosang is brave!"

More screams followed. On and around the giant tree, many demon hunters who were cornered also chose to blow themselves up, violently impacting in all directions, and then being frustrated by other impacts, like an ocean swept by a hurricane, and even the waves had no direction.

Even so, it still couldn't stop the pace of demon cultivation.

It's different from the Jedi who begged for death from the Demon Hunter. Demon Xiu's self-explosion has an extremely precise jihua and arrangement, and he came with a will to die, how could he not prevent others from dying. The demon hunter was forced to blow himself up, and while hurting the enemy, he inevitably hurt himself, which was also an impact on the already messy Luosang battle array. Whenever this time, the surrounding self-detonation tide did not dissipate, and the surrounding demon cultivators pounced again against the supernatural powers and the sea of fire, and their cruel and indifferent eyes did not have a trace of expression, setting off an even more violent attack than just now.

And so on. After a fierce battle of less than half a pillar of incense, the giant tree fell.

However, when the demon hunters on the giant tree were completely lost, and the demon cultivators who pounced on it bombarded the giant wood under their feet with their magical weapons, the surrounding demon hunter legions finally rushed up with a huge advantage in numbers, completing a tightly closed circle.

The battle is not endless, or rather. It's just getting started!

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Any battle ends with a decisive battle, but before that. Any qualified commander will use his forces cautiously, try to find out the tactics and strength of the opponent, and then decide how to play and whether to fight a decisive battle.

Take the battle in front of you as an example, as the defensive side, if you don't consider the suffering of the demon cultivator on the Golden Mountain. They have some advantages in terrain and timing. It's better to be from the top down than from the bottom up, it's better to have formation protection than to be naked, and in this regard, the cultivation realm is also limited by such factors, but it's not as obvious as mortal warfare.

There is no formation that can be cast on impact. In other words, the first thing the Demon Hunter has to do is to break this barrier in order to determine the trend of the battlefield.

There is no doubt that the demon hunters have a greater initiative, they can fight if they want to, and if they don't want to fight, they can retreat and continue to use the siege to consume the demon cultivators. Maintaining the formation requires resources, and what the demon cultivator lacks the most is resources, and at the same time, because of the existence of the fighting formation, the demon repair should be weakened at all times; strategically speaking, as long as the demon cultivator does not break through, the most haode method is still to besiege but not attack.

The wonderful thing is that it is precisely because of the absolute dominance that the Lord is reluctant to smash all the cards in his hand. They are advent monks, and they will fight against the local shili for a long time in the future, and they also have to consider the status of Luosang within the country, if the result of the battle cannot even make up for the attrition caused by the battle, what is the use of fighting?

To put it simply, in the eyes of the Commander, this battle should be a harvest, not a vendetta with the enemy.

If, if the first wave of the offensive can break through the defense and mobilize all the demon cultivators, the lord will not hesitate to launch a decisive battle, and on the premise of having a crushing advantage, he believes that the demon cultivators will not fight with him with the idea of death as they did the day before yesterday, and they will naturally get the desired result.

The current battlefield is three to one, so that it cannot crush the opponent, which means that if both sides are all dispatched, the result will not change fundamentally, or even change.

He couldn't accept it, he had a choice, so he didn't want to move.

Looking at the blood-red patch in the air, looking at the small piece of pitch black surrounded by colorful colors, the main face twitched slightly, and his eyes were still indifferent.

"If this is the decisive battle...... he shook his head vigorously and gave Zuihou an order.

"Kill them all!"

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Different from the stalemate of the battle in the sky, the ground was completely one-sided slaughter, except for the moment when the demon cultivator pounced out of the light film at the beginning, due to the failure of the impact of the Sinking Thunder Giant Tree to cause huge damage to the demon spirits, in the next battle, they only faced opponents who were less than one-fifth of their own, and the most important thing was that they were all beasts.

After all, monsters are different from humans, they are driven by instinct, and they will try to survive even the worst situation, in short, they will not blow themselves up!

If you don't blow yourself up, then you can only fight with your opponent, and fight with your opponent, which means being killed, a dead end.

A red-haired giant beast shaped like a unicorn was pounced on by hundreds of demon spirits after swooping down and tearing apart several demon generals who were comparable to fake babies. The huge size brought great disasters, hundreds of pairs of claws and sharp mouths tore at the body, and countless mountain springs were born on the body of the giant beast, and the spews out not the green spring water, but the essence blood that the demon spirit is obsessed with.

More wraiths pounced, more claws reaching in, tearing at flesh. Pulling out the entrails and tearing bones apart, the beast's roar faded into bursts of sorrow and wail, two thick claws flailing in vain in the air, throwing away a few greedy beasts and attracting more fierce glances.

The beast no longer struggled, allowing the behemoth to wreak havoc on its body and body with its beaks and claws. Two eyes in the air, looking at their master.

It felt that its master was not dead, but what it couldn't understand was that Weishenme, who had been with it for hundreds of years and had never been separated no matter what kind of wind and rain it had experienced, would abandon itself and still refuse to detonate that trace of soul in such a situation.

Unlike ordinary demon beasts, these magical beasts were all forbidden by their owners, and as long as the owners wished, they could be allowed to dissipate in a manner similar to sitting down. The flesh also collapsed.

The giant beast wants its master to do that, it already has the wisdom to understand what will happen if it is devoured by these monsters, and it wants its master to let it die like that.

The master didn't do that, and not only that, but he even cast a spell to ban its natural abilities, preventing it from doing so.

There are doubts, but there are no resentments. The red-haired beast knew that its owner must have his own reasons. Can't tell yourself why.

In that case, let them eat it.

He looked away from his master and turned his head with difficulty to look at the strange sky.

It looks in the direction of the vortex that once appeared, or even further. Penetrate the emptiness and nothingness, and penetrate into the unknown starry sky.

The giant beast looked at the place and twitched its nose a few times, as if to sniff the smell of its hometown.

air. Only the breath of blood.

Six sharp claws obscured its view, two of which thrust through the beast's eyes and into its head.

"Roar!"

The beast let out a roar of rage, but it sounded like a baby crying, and slowly closed its eyes.

It can't do it!

Two sharp claws were inserted into the skull, like two greedy mouths, grasping and kneading, twisting the surroundings.

"Red Hair!"

A terrible howl exploded in the air, and a young monk, with red eyes, just wanted to make a move, but seemed to think of something, and pressed his pace.

He stared at the space in front of the formation, ignoring everything around him, not even paying attention to whether any enemies were attacking him.

He stared and watched, and his hands viciously dug into his flesh, as if waiting for something.

At this moment, a similar scene was being staged everywhere on the thousands of kilometers of land around the giant beast, and countless demon spirits and demons and even demon beasts pounced in front of the formation, crowded together in a stacked manner.

They wave their claws, they open their mouths, they roar, they rage, they devour like crazy.

The parched earth was stained red with blood, as if a larger mouth, a mouth that was more greedy, more ferocious, and more merciless and indifferent, devouring the blood with all its might.

A strange and crazy scene followed, whether it was a demon spirit or a demon beast, as long as they could not join in the feast, they all dug into the ground like crazy, tore those hot and hard stones apart, and swallowed them into their stomachs without hesitation.

They are so greedy, so desperate, as if they want to not only kill their opponents, but also refuse to spare even a trace of their blood, even if it seeps into the ground, even if it enters the netherworld.

"Whew!"

I don't know if it was the demon beast that took the lead, and soon, one after another, the shouts exploded in the earth, and the voice revealed a bit of pride, a bit of despair, and more of a madness.

They suddenly understood something, and then they didn't understand anything again, and then they turned around and lunged after them.

They pounce on the ranks behind them, on the flesh-and-blood creatures, and if they stand in their way, they will kill them!

Some demon beasts swallowed so much that they couldn't control their body's desires, so they simply ripped off their bodies and put them in their mouths to chew.

There are also claws stretched out around them, and there are mouths that pounce up, devouring their comrades, devouring their comrades, and devouring themselves.

While eating, he was still screaming and laughing.

In this way, blood goes from one mouth to one belly, and then into another mouth, another stomach, like samsara.

"Redhair, wait for me. ”

The young monk muttered to himself, looked up at his surroundings, and smashed his own head.

He was tired and wanted to rest.

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