A night passed quietly.

During this period, a large number of drones stood out in the night, trying to get the coordinates of building a formation, but these drones had just taken off and were wiped out by more than ten grenades in the air before they could get a glimpse of anything.

It is impossible for a Taoist soldier to sneak around.

If Li Tie knew how to stealth and dodge the spell of divine consciousness, it would be possible to do it, but unfortunately he didn't see him appear, and there was no shelling, it seems that he really won't.

Also, even if it is a Twin Spirit Root, if you want to cultivate to the eighth level of Qi cultivation at this age of sixteen, it must have taken a lot of effort and resources, and it is impossible to be distracted everywhere.

At dawn, in the expectant gaze of everyone, Hua Bing's hand pressed on the first-order electromagnetic induction array, and slowly input the mana in his body.

Airplanes!

The magic circle shook slightly, flashing with hazy white light, and invisible fluctuations spread in all directions, covering a radius of thousands of kilometers.

In this range, a large number of chaotic electromagnetic waves were swept away, leaving only the radar waves generated by the first-order infantry spirit radar combined with spells on the tank, and the detection range and accuracy in an environment without interference have been greatly improved.

"It worked!"

Everyone was overjoyed, and hurriedly inlaid more than 20 lower-grade spirit stones in the middle of the formation, liberating the flower soldiers whose faces had become a little pale.

"Get in the car!"

Hua Bing was in high spirits, like a saboteur: "Let's bomb together and blow up the turtle shell of the seventh middle school!" ”

"Good!"

More than forty Qi training students boarded the tank, and the Lingzi radar was turned on, and one by one the radar waves became clearer and projected onto the fortress camp of the seventh middle school, and the reflected radar waves were processed by spells and turned into a simple terrain picture in their eyes.

Rumble!

Rumble! Rumble!

More than 40 tanks burst into flames, shells were fired, and white smoke flew into the distance.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the drone is ready to take off."

Flower soldiers said in the big group.

Jiang Ding's mind moved, and he controlled his drone to fly into the sky, and after fifteen or sixteen minutes, he successfully arrived at the camp of the No. 7 Middle Fortress, without any anti-aircraft fire.

It's been turned into a sea of fire!

The incessant explosion threw earth and rocks, countless fragments scattered, and deep pits appeared on the camp fortress.

What's even more terrifying is the interference distance of the cannonballs after the first-order electromagnetic induction fluctuation array is increased, and the cannonballs can also fine-tune the direction during the flight, so they are adjusted and accurately shot into the shooting holes specially left by the students of the seventh middle school, and shoot straight into it.

Rumble!

With an earth-shattering sound, the camp fortress was blasted from the inside, and the roof of the tank and many suspicious red and white materials were thrown in all directions, and by the time they landed, they had already mixed together, regardless of you and me.

Not only Hua Bing, but Ding Qi and Gongsun Ling of the second and third classes also have such abilities, constantly bombing the camp of the seventh middle school with precision, turning them into ruins.

After roughly destroying the firepower of the Seventh Squadron, Wu Tianli and many others drove the tank to break through more than 30 kilometers, and at a distance of more than 10 kilometers, they were also able to carry out artillery intervention, Jiang Ding could no longer bear to look at it.

Poor seventh-grade student.

For a long time, even the sporadic shelling stopped, and everyone's ammunition reserves had been reduced to the cordon of one-tenth of each.

Jiang Ding observed through a drone.

The smoke of gunpowder dissipated, and the 100-meter hill where the original No. 7 Middle School camp was located had been flattened dozens of meters, and it was densely packed with deep craters, and there was no greenery on the mountain, and it had been covered with fluffy soil.

"Attack!"

"Sweep up the last enemies and end this exam."

Hua Bing waved his hand, maintained the most basic vigilance, and did not leave the tank to go for hand-to-hand combat.

Jiang Ding arrived a few hours later.

The tip of the nose is full of the pungent smell of gunsmoke, the soil on the surface of the hill has changed layer after layer, and there is basically no living creature left, and the only possible place can only be in the mountains, tunnels, these places.

Qian Tong and the other forty-three monks of the Liyun Sect glanced at the devastated hill in awe, and immediately climbed the mountain to search, while the heavy machine gunners of the other No. 1 Middle School were in the rear with fire support at any time.

"Immortal envoy, discover seven tunnel entrances!"

After a while, Qian Tong came back and said: "The entrance is very deep, I'm afraid they will start digging tunnels as soon as they enter here, and the number of survivors may be more than expected." ”

Jiang Ding frowned.

It is not so easy to attack this kind of tunnel, often a heavy machine gun on a narrow passage can stop more than ten late-stage Qi cultivators.

"For just over a day, I don't believe they can build this place into an underground labyrinth!"

"Not everyone knows how to do it."

Jiang Ding smiled, discussed with Li Junhao and a few others behind him, and sent a drone to fly into it from the entrance of the tunnel, and one by one the pictures were reflected in everyone's tactical helmets.

Bang!

As soon as the fire flashed, the drone screen only saw a flash of fire, and it was completely dark.

Jiang Ding didn't care, and continued to send drones to fly in from another tunnel entrance to investigate, and he didn't feel distressed when he scrapped more than a dozen drones in a row.

"It's good to hide"

Jiang Ding raised his hand to split a big tree, cut a wooden board to make a drawing board, and wrote and painted on it with internal force.

Qian Tong glanced at it and found that there were many lines that were not connected to each other, and one of the lines had a rare resemblance to the tunnel he had found.

"Senior Qian, can you dig a hole about fifteen meters deep down at this position."

He asked, pointing to a rock on the mountain.

"Yes, Immortal Envoy."

Qian Tong said respectfully: "If this team and Senior Brother Zhou's team attack together, they can get through within three breaths, and it will cost about one percent of their mana." ”

If too much mana is consumed, it will be too dangerous to face the monks in it.

"Don't worry, take turns, I won't let your mana drain too much."

Jiang Ding assured.

"Obey the orders of the immortal envoys."

Qian Tong hugged his fists and thanked him, and after discussing with another Daoist squad in the late stage of Qi training, the two Daoist squads came to the vicinity of the mountain and rock designated by Jiangding, chanting words in their mouths, and pinching the complicated law decision together, and the aura of the earth yellow rose.

Li Junhao looked at them curiously, it was rare for an Immortal Sect monk to cast spells together at such close range.

"Ripper!"

Qian Tong drank heavily, Fa Du pointed a little towards the ground, and the subordinates beside him did the same, and an earthy yellow light swept downward, and suddenly the earth and stone melted like snow, and separated to both sides, until about ten meters away.

He wiped his sweat and got out of the way, and suddenly, another Dao soldier team cast a similar spell, and the last five meters of earth and rocks below were separated.

The five Seventh Middle School Martial Artists who were nervously staring at the entrance of the tunnel were suddenly dumbfounded, and looked in disbelief at the light shining on their faces, as well as Li Junhao's face.

Shout!

Instinctively, Qian and the flying swords of several people flew by and cut off the heads of several people.

"Clean up here."

Under Jiang Ding's order, Qian Tong and the other four members of the Liyun Sect Dao Soldiers were using their eighty-meter divine sense to control the flying sword and fly into it from the exposed tunnel entrance, and after a while, several screams came, apparently ambushing the recalcitrant Seventh Middle School students nearby.

After a while, the neighborhood was cleaned up, and more than ten people were killed.

"Next."