On the second day, Luohuangling was still as usual, and there was no panic because of the news of the Yang family's attack.

For Bei Mingyan, he is very confident in Lulu's formation, as long as the other party is not an extraordinary powerhouse, then he will not have the slightest worry at all. On the contrary, it will be a good tempering, which will allow his disciples of the Underworld Sect to truly experience the baptism of war and become an iron-blooded powerhouse.

Thousands of disciples, compared to the first-line forces on the mainland, the number is still a little small, and the strength of these people is uneven. This is a headache for Bei Mingyan, a considerable number of them are children living in civilian life, and their parents sent them to the Stygian Gate, hoping to develop and become a strong party.

Therefore, don't look at the many disciples of the Underworld Sect, but there are only a thousand people who can really go to the battlefield, and they participate in the battle to kill the enemy.

Now the disciples are all guided by Da Xiong, and the starting point is very simple, but the starting point is also very high.

Needless to say, the strength of the big bears is very strong, one person with hundreds of disciples, practicing every day, very tired.

A few days later, the Yang family's army overwhelmed the realm, and there were 5,000 men and horses, and more of them were cultivators. Even if these people's strength is not strong, most of them have no cultivation talent, and they will stop when they barely reach the Qi Sense realm. But the so-called ants bite and kill elephants, such a number of people, even if each person spits a mouthful, it is enough to drown Bei Yingyan.

Five thousand people and horses gathered, and there was a crowd of people outside Luohuangling, and the black pressure made people feel chills in their hearts.

Bei Mingyan stood on the top of the highest mountain in Luohuang Ridge with his hands in his hands, looking at a black figure not far away, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Lulu, the formations over there have been fully prepared. ”

Bei Mingyan called out to Lulu and looked at the army in front of him, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"Don't worry, it's only a few days, but it's enough. The Xuan-level high-grade formation, as well as the formation assistance of the hidden aura, these five thousand people can reduce them by at least half. ”

Lulu smiled wickedly, her eyes flashing with a glint of Taoism. His eyes fell on the people and horses not far away, with bad intentions.

"Okay, then give them a dismount first. ”

The leader of the Yang family's army this time is the younger brother of Yang Hao, the head of the Yang family, Yang Ziming, whose power is in the Eight Heavens of the Transformation Gods, and he is only one step away from being able to enter the Nine Heavens and reach the peak of the Transformation God Realm, and he is also a very vocal figure in the Yang family.

This time, he personally applied to lead the army to fight, precisely for the revenge of his nephew Yang Chengfeng.

Five thousand men and horses were stationed fifty miles outside Luohuang Ridge. In the central tent, Yang Ziming was wearing a golden armor and a silver leaf robe, and an iron-blooded momentum lingered beside him, not angry and arrogant.

At this time, Yang Ziming was planning an attack, and he couldn't wait. Now that he has reached the enemy's territory, the vengeful anger in his heart is simply difficult to suppress. In the past, Yang Chengfeng was the most favored by his Yang Ziming, just because he had no children under his knees, so he had treated Yang Chengfeng as his own son. But he never expected that his nephew first abolished a meridian because of Bei Mingyan, which led to the exhaustion of his cultivation, and then he was killed by Bei Mingyan in Shengding Academy. Yang Ziming's anger almost burned into the sky, and when he got the news, he almost went directly to Shengding Academy to kill Bei Mingyan.

Yang Ziming has an impulsive personality, if Yang Hao hadn't stopped him at that time, I'm afraid that before Bei Mingyan entered the Fire Domain, he would have to fight with the Yang family first.

Now that the Yang family's army has come to the city, Yang Ziming's anger can't be suppressed. In his heart, he constantly fantasized about how to break through the defenses of Luohuang Ridge, how to cut down the many masters of the Stygian Sect, how to trample Bei Yingyan under his feet, how to torture him, and vent the anger in his heart.

The corners of Yang Ziming's mouth couldn't help but reveal a cold smile, the light in his eyes flickered, but a cold air suddenly rose from his back, making him tremble.

"What's going on, my delusion?"

Yang Ziming frowned and muttered to himself, a little puzzled, but he suddenly felt that the vitality in the air suddenly became violent.

Thundered!

As if the sky was thundering and the earth was on fire, the dark clouds gathered in mid-air, and between the lightning and thunder, the place where the Yang family and horses were stationed below suddenly surged. The fire in the air suddenly became thicker, turning into countless fire dragons flying in the air.

The sky was surging, and a huge formation mark on the ground flashed with a dazzling brilliance, enveloping at least half of the five thousand men and horses.

Yang Ziming walked out of the big tent, his pupils shrank suddenly, because he saw at least a dozen fire dragons rushing back and forth between the people and horses. The flames rose into the sky, howling incessantly, and thousands of men and horses fled in confusion under the ravages of the fiery dragon.

The captains took action one after another, but it was difficult to resist the power of this fire dragon, and for a while, the casualties of the men and horses continued to increase, and the people and horses in the shroud were already reduced.

Yang Ziming was furious, shouted, and his vitality surged. With a slap of the palm, a large handprint flashing with golden and jade light suddenly appeared out of thin air in mid-air, directly smashing a roaring fire dragon in the sky. Immediately afterwards, Yang Ziming flew up directly in the air, constantly shooting, but in just a moment, he had completely shattered the fire dragon and turned into scattered sparks and fell to the ground.

"What the hell is going on?"

Yang Ziming looked at the fact that a quarter of the people were missing, and he was angry in his heart, but he had nowhere to vent.

Without waiting for the people below to return, the formation that had been extinguished suddenly burst into countless rays of light again.

Yang Ziming was taken aback, he didn't expect that this formation would be a fusion of two formations. His Yang family has inherited a big formation since ancient times, and there is no lack of fusion formations, so he naturally understands this kind of thing. The strength of the fusion formation is incredible, and the power fragments after the previous formation is shattered are completely absorbed by the second formation, so that the power of the second formation has been greatly improved. In other words, this second formation is the real killer move. And once the second formation is opened, it can't be stopped at all, and now it's too late to stop it.

Thunder shimmered, rumbling heavenly power descended into the world, and countless thunderbolts fell from the sky, covering this side of the world.

It was as if the whole world was filled with a sea of thunder, and even Yang Ziming's central tent was affected, and a heavenly thunder directly blasted it into black ash.

Yang Ziming was angry, but he had no choice but to retreat.

This kind of formation, he himself looked at it and felt frightened, at least it had reached the quasi-earth-level level, if the materials for building the formation were stronger, it would definitely be able to reach the strength of the ground-level formation.

Although it is not a real ground-level formation, it is enough for everyone to drink a pot.

The thunder was rolling in the sky, and between the thunder and lightning, he couldn't even let out a wail, so he was turned into black ashes and disappeared into the world.

After failing to succeed, Yang Ziming retreated with a large team of men and horses, stationed far away, and was a hundred miles away from Luohuangling.

Half a day later, the thunder formation in the distance finally exhausted all the energy and dissipated again.

Yang Ziming's face was abnormally dark, looking at the misty Luohuangling from a distance, the anger in his eyes was almost burning the sky, but he was helpless. Looking at the brigade of two or three thousand people, Yang Ziming wanted to cry without tears.

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