Chi Hui did not interrupt the high priest's words.

The elder of the witch clan looked a little sad, but his eyes were extremely clear, and he continued:

"Among the Terran sects, our sworn enemy, Hanging Sword Mountain, is the toughest.

For countless years, these sword maniacs have killed many sons of our clan.

We can only shrink in the Northern Cangyuan and barely protect ourselves.

But now it's different, and somehow, the world has changed here, and the evil spirit is great.

The strength of the war witches of our clan has increased rapidly, and the strength of the monks has been suppressed.

This is clearly the heavens taking pity on our clan and giving our clan a chance to rise. ”

Speaking of this, the high priest's eyes became hot, and his mood was a little high-pitched, and he looked at the gloomy mountain shadows in the distance and said:

"Although the disappearance of the previous holy relics has pushed our people to a desperate situation.

But now it seems that this is not an opportunity.

A chance for our people to rise again!

As the saying goes: God gives the Buddha, but suffers the blame.

But it also needs to be planned before acting.

The old man thought that for now, we might as well capture the Beitian Wuzhou first and gain a place for the clansmen.

In this way, our little cubs can survive, and the divine blood flowing in our bodies can be continued.

However, the overall strength of the Terran cultivators in this realm is extremely strong, and from time to time there is the power of the upper realm to give the law, so it is best to take it slowly, and not to persecute it too much.

so as not to provoke shameless old things to cross the border.

Now we are fighting for survival, and although a large number of warriors will inevitably die in this battle, this is only a return to the arms of the ancestral witch.

Blood will not be spilled in vain, the hall master should look at a hundred years, and do not give birth to senseless mercy!"

Chi Hui suddenly looked back, and saw that the body of the high priest was as straight as a sword at this moment, looking up at the sky, and his eyes were like the sun and the moon, expelling the darkness and illuminating the underworld.

......

When Lin Zhao and the others rushed to the Northern Heaven Battle City, Fushi, Fuji, Fushang, Fuhong and other Zhenyi had been waiting for a long time.

The major sects in the battle city have separate stations, and the Shenxiao Sect is divided into a position close to the east gate, so that in the event of a big war, it can respond as soon as possible.

Then De Chong and the other four true immortals left in a hurry and went to the "North Heaven Palace" in the center of the battle city to discuss matters.

This time, the monks sent by the Shenxiao Sect to the Northern Heaven Battle City were all of the Yuan God level, and none of the low-level monks were sent.

In such a big battle, the real people of the Cheng Dan period will fall if they are not careful, Huo Tiandu insisted on participating in the war with high-end combat power, and after some verbal persuasion, the elders of the sect finally agreed to his proposition.

When the four True Immortals returned to their station, the sky had become dark, and the air was fluttering and snowing heavily.

De Chong True Immortal convened the disciples overnight and announced the final decision of the great powers of each sect.

"Now most of the masters of the various sects have arrived, and even the Dust Sound Temple has sent twelve great masters.

After discussion, the various sects are ready to attack together in eight days, attack the Meteorite Gorge, meet with the Wu Clan, and then go to the extraterritorial void to compete.

Give it a hard lesson, lest those barbarians think that when the Hanging Sword Mountain has moved away, our human race has abandoned this place. ”

Hearing the words of Dechong True Immortal, Lin Zhao was thoughtful.

What is the competition, this is clearly just to show off the muscles and deter the Wu clan.

It's just why not start an all-out war and completely cripple the Wu Clan?

The Terrans must have this strength.

Thoughts flashed through Lin Zhao's mind, and he secretly pondered the reason.

Then I thought of the answer, it is likely that these true immortals are also afraid of forcing the Wu clan into a hurry, provoking their dogs to jump over the wall and wantonly kill ordinary people.

If it really comes to that point, even if the sects win, I am afraid they will have to pay a heavy price.

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard Quan Lan Zhenxian say: "When you wait to participate in the war, the main thing is to protect yourself."

Don't be stupid and try your best!

Fighting against the Wu Clan is by no means a day's work, and it takes a long time to evacuate mortals, and it will be difficult to do well in less than twenty or thirty years.

You have to be prepared to stay here for a long time. ”

Many Shinichi agreed in unison, and in the following days, everyone either practiced behind closed doors, or went out to visit friends, or exchanged resources between the cities and cities.

During this period, the two sides fought two small battles in the Meteorite Gorge, both of which were fought between the four-pattern war witch and the monks of the real human realm, and the five-pattern war witch and the original god Shinichi pressed the formation in the rear and did not end up in action.

Lin Zhao was very curious about the Wu Clan, so he called Gou Zhonghai and Shen Gufeng to go to the Meteorite Gorge together to secretly investigate the battle situation in order to learn more about the Wu Clan.

Except for the last time he fought with the Wu Clan in the Scarlet Canyon, Lin Zhao never fought with the Wu again.

In his opinion, if the Wu Clan, as an intelligent race, was really a group of barbarians with muscles in their heads, they would have been killed by the monks by various means, and they would definitely not survive today.

I think the Witch Clan should also have war demands, strategic steps, and tactical arrangements.

Only by witnessing it and scrutinizing it carefully can we make a reasonable judgment.

The war witch in the life-and-death struggle is full of fighting spirit and courage at all times.

With a strong body and various talents, he gave full play to his strength, and he obeyed orders and advanced and retreated.

There are a small number of witch sacrifices mixed with the Wu clan's battle array, and all kinds of strange means are used to bless the war witch with secret techniques.

Lin Zhao saw with his own eyes that a witch priest, under the protection of the war witch, took out a black strange bird, held its neck with one hand, and pinched it into a sword finger with the other hand to continuously compare to its bird's head, and chanted a word.

Then he unscrewed off the neck of the black strange bird, and suddenly black blood mist erupted from the bird's neck.

These blood mist did not fall to the ground, but instead formed strange symbols in the air and flew into the center of the war witch's eyebrows.

Immediately after that, these war witches' eyes glowed red, the war patterns in their bodies were revealed, and their momentum skyrocketed, and their overall strength suddenly increased by at least thirty percent.

Lin Zhao knew that the other party was casting the secret method of witch sacrifice "Burning Spirit for Blood Spell".

To perform this method, you first need to choose a suitable creature, then feed it with a secret medicine for many days, and cast a spell on it every day.

When it is time to use it, the blood in the creature's body is used to form the "Burning Spirit Secret Spell", which replaces the war witch's own essence blood and activates the war paint.

In this way, no matter how complete and vivid the record in the jade slip book, it is better to witness it once.

It's not unusual for fights of this magnitude to happen almost every day or two over the years.

But the strength of the war witch has increased rapidly, like blowing bubbles.

The current situation has long gone beyond the scope of the monk's fighting method.

This is a real war, a war between different cultivation systems, between different races and bloodlines.

Compared to the casual cooperation of the monks, the Wu clan is more like a group army fighting.

This is also due to the difference in the cultivation system and organizational structure between the two.

It cannot be said that the monk's way is wrong, it can only be said that the monk pays more attention to the play of individual strength.

And the facts also confirmed some of Lin Zhao's conjectures, the Wu clan has a full-time command staff.

Eight days passed quickly, and during this period, some masters of the sect arrived.

On this day, the clouds dissipated, the sun shone down, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of snow.

The Northern Heaven Battle City walked sideways, slowly flying towards the direction of the Meteorite Gorge.

Eventually, it hovered about a thousand miles from the mouth of the canyon.

And the time is just right.

On the central square of the battle city, more than 20 true immortals stood in the air, and there were more than 100 Yuan Shen Zhenyi standing below.

The surroundings were full of low-ranking monks, watching the excitement.

Today, the Terrans are so powerful that it would be unimaginable at any other time.

However, the strength of the Wu clan has improved rapidly over the years, not to mention the four-pattern war witch comparable to the original god Shinichi, that is, the five-pattern war witch, adding up to no less than a hundred.

Fortunately, these war witches are scattered on different battlefields.

This God of War Xiao Sect was led by two true immortals, De Xiang and Quan Lan, and De Chong and Quan Yue stayed in the Northern Heaven Battle City.

There weren't many inspiring words, an old man in a cyan robe from Hanging Sword Mountain just waved his hand.

Suddenly, the gate of the battle city opened, and many monks, including Lin Zhao, flew out and slowly walked towards the Falling Star Gorge.

Lin Zhao, Gou Zhonghai, and Shen Gucheng followed behind more than ten compound generations of Zhenyi, and were sandwiched among many monks.

At this moment, they are all restrained and silent.

The leading green-robed old Taoist is the famous Void Spirit True Immortal of Hanging Sword Mountain, don't look at his white hair at the moment, like a withered tree.

In fact, he is a fierce Six Tribulation Sword Immortal.

This old sword immortal has been single-handedly swordsman several times for thousands of years, going deep into the Wu clan to challenge the war witch, killing and practicing swords, and his attitude towards the Wu clan has always been extremely tough.

Over the years, with the changes in heaven and earth and the rise of the Wu clan, this old sword immortal has accumulated too much anger in his heart, and this time he took the initiative to ask Ying to be the leader of the action.

Among the crowd, Lin Zhao saw many familiar faces, including the Tiger Kill and Yuexing of Hanging Sword Mountain, the Five Tribulations True Immortal Mr. Shuixin of Zhengtian Academy, the Daoming True Immortal of Taiyi Sect, the contemporary senior brother Zu Nianyuan of the Gods and Demons Refining Gang True Sect, and the Splitting Earth True Ace who was promoted to the Yuan Shen Stage decades ago.

A quarter of an hour later, the cultivators were quite close to the northern end of the Meteor Gorge.

Feeling the increasingly dense evil aura, Lin Zhao frowned slightly.

Although these evil qi are not much hindrance to the monks of the Shenxiao Sect and can be expelled and refined through the mana containing thunder, most of the other monks have already been blessed with protective powers.

In this way, it is used to prevent evil qi from entering the body.

Just as he was flying, suddenly Taniguchi heard a continuous drum beat.

"Boom" "Boom" "Boom" ......

The drums thundered and shook people's hearts.

The Void Spirit True Immortal and other powers glanced at each other, and they all smiled freely.

Then I saw the leading True Immortals lined up, and the external qi was slowly released, stirring up layers of ripples, constantly spreading outward.

In the mountain range where the Wu clan lived, there were dozens of giants about three feet tall standing in a wide stone cave.

These giants were all powerful, but at this time, they stood silent and solemn.

Chi Hui sat on the top of the stone cave, his back was straight, and his momentum was as majestic as the ancient sacred mountain, suppressing all things in heaven and earth.

The High Priest sat on a stone pedestal below, holding a staff of bones in his hand, his eyes deep as if he could break through the void.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Terran monks have been shrinking for many years, and today they have the courage to cross the Meteorite Gorge.

Now that these flying birdmen have mustered up their courage, we will destroy them again today.

I can't fight with the High Priest in this battle.

Deputy Hall Master of Xingshan, you come to lead the crowd to meet the enemy, and the other ministers and elders must not fully cooperate.

High Priest, do you have anything to add?"

Hearing Chi Hui's inquiry, the Great Elder waved his hand at Chi Feng, who had been standing behind him.

"Chifeng, you bring the "Hongbu Witch Festival" to cooperate with Xingshan.

In addition, the monks who came to attack this time are all true immortals and primordial gods, so you can meet the enemy with four and five patterns of war witches.

The methods of the monks are varied, especially in the extraterritorial voids, so you should not be careless. ”

Then he nodded to Chi Hui to show that he had no more problems.

Seeing this, Chi Hui shouted: "Go to battle immediately, there must be no mistakes!"

Hearing this, the giants below hammered their right chests with their left fists, and suddenly agreed, and strode away in a moment, showing their courage and determination.

In the rugged stone cave, only Chihui and the high priest remained.

"High Priest, what do you think of this battle?"

......

As soon as Lin Zhao and the others flew out of the Meteorite Gorge, they saw the Wu clansmen in the mountains in the distance running to dodge and hide their figures.

Hundreds more warriors greeted the crowd.

These war witches are all walking in vain, their expressions are arbitrary, their manners are wild, and their bodies are full of momentum, full of fearless spirit of fighting heaven and earth.

The first person had strange lines on his forehead, which looked like a pattern or some kind of totem.

Lin took a few looks, and suddenly the mysterious thunder card in the Purple Mansion Divine Que gave birth to countless electric rays, like illusory tentacles.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Zhao's mind was in a trance, and the whole person seemed to have come to another world.

There was a tall headless figure inside, striding across mountains and rivers, struggling to chase something, waving Changge in his hand from time to time.

Lin Zhao was trying to watch, but suddenly there was a tingling pain in his mind, and the whole person suddenly woke up.

Immediately, a sense of weakness arose, and even the Yuan Shen withered.

This...... What's going on?

Lin Zhao was shocked in his heart, and then countless questions rose in his heart.

What just happened? What did you see?

The legendary Great Witch Punishment Heaven?

I just looked at the lines on the forehead of that war witch, how could such a change occur?

No one answered all kinds of questions, but the leading war witch seemed to sense something, and actually looked directly at Lin Zhao.

The other party didn't make any moves, just looked at Lin Zhao deeply, as if he wanted to remember his appearance, and then he didn't pay attention to it, but laughed on his back, and said in a loud voice:

"Hahaha, isn't this the Void Spirit Immortal of Hanging Sword Mountain?

Why don't you play with toothpicks in your own cave and run to my witch clan's territory?

But come and add food to my Wu Clan's son?"

Hearing that their deputy hall master was playing with the old things of Hanging Sword Mountain, many war witches burst out laughing, and their voices were full of disdain and hatred.

The enmity between Hanging Sword Mountain and the Wu Clan is as deep as the sea, and the people of the Wu Clan hate to devour all the Sword Cultivators of Hanging Sword Mountain alive.

Of course, the Wu clan is not cannibalistic, but the two sides have a deep grudge.

"Xingshan, back then, you fled in a hurry under the old Dao sword, like a defeated dog.

Today I am bold.

It seems that my sword cultivation in Hanging Sword Mountain has not been in the North Cangyuan for all these years, so you will forget the pain again!"

The Void Spirit True Immortal smiled slightly, and it didn't seem that he was angry because of the other party's words, but the qi outside his body became more and more cold, as if there was endless sword qi hidden in it, which could cut through the void and kill the other party at any time.

"No more nonsense.

Now that you've crossed the Meteorite Gorge today, you don't have to go back!

The old rule, the extraterritorial void fights. ”

Xingshan suddenly shouted, and the surrounding void rippled.

Then with a wave of his hand, more than a dozen war witches suddenly shot together, and the talent ability was activated, the void opened, and a stable channel was formed.

One after another, the war witches rushed in, and they were all four-pattern war witches who were comparable to the primordial gods and could survive in the extraterritorial void.

"Humph!"

The Void Spirit True Immortal snorted coldly, and the sword qi outside his body was swirling, and a series of sword lights appeared out of thin air, cutting through the void, and then disappeared.