In Han Feng's opinion, Mo He's methods are indeed admirable, but what is even more admirable is his thoughts, and with a wave of his hand, he evokes tens of thousands of tree soldiers comparable to the Divine Soul Realm, which is not a simple matter.

And Mo He's mental dexterity lies in the fact that he is good at pretending to external objects, using those spiritual spring waters, integrating into the big trees, and with the help of the pure spiritual energy in the spiritual water, it greatly saves his spiritual power consumption, otherwise even with Mo He's strength, summoning so many tree soldiers, the spiritual power in his body may be a little unbearable.

"It's not enough!" Looking at those huge tree soldiers and the strange soldiers on the opposite side of the frantic battle, Mo He secretly said in his heart.

Although these tree soldiers are huge, there is a layer of water film defense on the surface of their bodies, and their bodies are relatively hard, but after all, the strength they can exert is only in the Divine Soul Realm, and the opponents they are facing are a group of unbeatable existences, and these tree soldiers are not enough to fight against them.

Thinking like this in his heart, Mo He quickly took out more than a dozen seeds that exuded spiritual power from the storage bag, sprinkled them around the Moyu Bamboo Cane, and then urged the Moyu Bamboo Cane, exuding a wave of vitality and integrating into these dozen seeds.

After the vitality force was integrated, these seeds germinated quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then quickly pulled up, and Mohe turned the spiritual water into a fine mist into it, and almost in an instant, these dozen seeds were spurred into a tree dozens of meters high.

These big trees that Mo He spawned with seeds were all dark in color, even every leaf, and even faintly exuded some metallic luster.

These dozen or so big trees are all spiritual trees, called Xuangang Wood, and the fruits they bear have no other purpose except for being able to obtain seeds, but the body of this Xuangang Wood is very hard and can be used as the main material of the magic weapon.

The magic trick in his hand changed, and Mo He once again used the Dao technique of all grass and trees, and a blue light shot out from his hand, enveloping more than a dozen Xuangang wood.

In an instant, a pair of eyes seemed to have opened on the bodies of the dozen or so Xuangang Wood Trees, and then the dark branches swayed, and the root system was pulled out of the ground, and immediately rushed forward.

After rushing into the battlefield, their bodies were as strong as King Kong's bodies, allowing them to temporarily withstand all the attacks that fell on their bodies, coupled with the brutal power between the swings of the branches, they immediately flew out the undead ghost armies that were close to them.

With the addition of these dozen or so tree soldiers made of Xuan Iron and Steel Wood, the one-sided situation was slightly reversed, at least the loss rate of the tree soldiers summoned by Mo He was a little slower, and they were able to resist for a longer time.

"Whew!"

Mo He exhaled deeply, felt that most of the spiritual power in his body had been consumed, summoned the Xuanyuan gourd hanging above his head into his hand, raised his head and poured a large mouthful of spiritual spring water, and at the same time ran the exercises to quickly recover the spiritual power in his body.

With a wave of his hand, even if he used spiritual spring water to bear part of the spiritual power consumption, the spiritual power consumed by Mo He was still very large, and now the battle was still ongoing, and he had to maintain his state as much as possible.

Looking at the tree soldiers who were fighting with the undead ghost army, the expression on Liu Rong's face had converged, he didn't expect that dealing with Mo He would be so troublesome.

But it's just a trouble, those tree soldiers summoned by Mo He are indeed very good, but in addition to the size advantage, the strength and strength are not as good as the undead ghost army, and the most important thing is that these tree soldiers are not immortal existences, under the attack of the undead ghost army, these tree soldiers have lost some.

But the object that Liu Yu wants to deal with now is the imperial army, not the scattered cultivation of Mohe, now Ye Nian's army has withdrawn and is about to lose sight, and Gou Yan doesn't know why, he didn't stop it in time, if he doesn't solve Mohe, then the imperial army will really escape.

Thinking of this, Liu Wei immediately sent a message to Gou Zhi again, "I am tired of His Royal Highness Gou Zhi to deal with this person, and the minister led his troops to chase the imperial army." ”

Hearing Liu Rong's transmission, Gou Yan on the other side responded: "Mr. Liu, the news has just come that the Hundred Schools of Thought, the Three Great Families, and the Imperial Dynasty Monks have joined the war, and the borders of Ganzhou, Selangor, and Xingzhou have been breached, and the forces of the three parties are coming here. ”

Gou Yan did not respond positively to Liu Yu's words, the three forces are about to gather here, after the retreating imperial army just received this news, it is estimated that it will also make a comeback, if you don't leave at this moment, I am afraid that the next thing is the end of being surrounded on all sides, with the 120,000 undead ghost army, it is really hard to say whether you can win the battle.

Gou Zhi's meaning is to tell Mr. Liu that now that the situation has changed, he is about to be surrounded on all sides, and he should not fall in love with the war.

Hearing Gou Sundial's transmission, Liu Yu heard what Gou Sun meant, and wanted to let himself evacuate temporarily.

"Your Highness thinks that even if we break through to one side at this moment, can we really withdraw?" Liu Wei asked Gou Yan rhetorically through the transmission.

When Gou Yan heard this, he immediately fell silent.

Yes, the Hundred Schools of Thought, the Three Great Families, and the Imperial Dynasty Monks, they did not act with the imperial army, but started a little late, not because they were slow, but because they made advance preparations before they started, ensuring that the remnants of the Second Dynasty would never break through from their side.

Gou Yan didn't continue to transmit the sound, but turned his gaze to Han Feng beside him, and said to him: "Senior Brother Han Feng, this loose cultivator, can you bother to kill him?"

Hearing Gou Sundial's words, Han Feng turned his gaze to Gou Sundial, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and then said coldly: "No!"

Hearing this answer, Gou Yan was a little surprised in his heart, the other party was specially from the Taiyi Sword Sect to support them, and when he brought Han Feng back, the seniors of the Taiyi Sword Sect had already told him that he could ask Han Feng to make a move if necessary, but now that he opened his mouth, the other party refused so neatly.

"If Senior Brother Han Feng doesn't want to make a move, then I'll do it myself!" Although Gou Yan was a little dissatisfied with Han Feng, he also had no way to take the other party, the other party was here to help them, and if he didn't want to make a move, he couldn't force it, so he just took it himself.

Although Gou Yan does not have the confidence to kill Mo He now, he has half the possibility of defeating in a battle with Mo He.

However, just as Gou Yan was about to take a step forward, he felt a cold sword intent emanating from Han Feng's body and firmly locking on his body.

"Senior Brother Han Feng, what do you mean by this?" Gou Yan looked at Han Feng and asked, his tone changed slightly.

"You watch here, don't make a move!" Han Feng didn't care about the change in Gou Sun's tone, and said in a cold voice.

"Senior Brother Han Feng is going to stop me?" Gou Yan took a half step forward and continued.

And Han Feng didn't answer this time, but with the half step that Gou Yan took out, a cold sword aura appeared around his body, as if he was ready to strike at any time.

"Why is this so?" With the appearance of this sword aura, Gou Yan knew that if he took another step forward, Han Feng would really make a move on him, he squinted his eyes slightly, and asked with a hint of anger.

"Those soldiers, are they really still human?" Han Feng's gaze was slightly tilted towards the battlefield, and his tone remained unchanged.

Gou Yan heard this, and now he stopped talking, and he gave a perfunctory answer just now, even he couldn't fool himself, how could he fool the sword cultivator who couldn't rub the sand in his eyes.

Wen Ruo, who was standing behind Gou Sundial, was also slightly stunned now, he didn't expect that Senior Brother Han Feng, who had invited him to help, would suddenly block Gou Sundial at this time, and the one who helped became the one who blocked the way, and the development of things was a little dramatic.

Wen Ruo is also a little helpless now, her strength is just an ordinary Pure Yang Realm cultivator, and she can't help at all now, so she can only send a voice to Liu Yu to explain the situation on Gou Yan's side.

"Taiyi Sword Sect!" Receiving Wen Ruo's transmission, Liu Yu's eyes couldn't help but glance over there, feeling the sharp sword qi, his brows couldn't help frowning slightly, and a different color flashed in his eyes.

Liu Wei developed, things seemed to be slowly out of his control, his undead ghost army, because of the appearance of Mo He, did not completely hit the imperial army, and was temporarily blocked here.

Fortunately, more and more of those tree soldiers have fallen now, except for the dozen or so tree soldiers turned into dark steel wood, the number of remaining tree soldiers is less than 10,000.

"Stop me for a while, lose your life!" Liu Yu looked at Mo He, who was standing on the water opposite and was quickly recovering his spiritual power, and the killing intent in his eyes was not concealed at all.

As his mind moved, the undead ghost army that was already about to defeat those tree soldiers suddenly became more aggressive, and the black qi emitted from his body, and the dark red iron-blooded evil qi around them condensed into a huge and hideous ghost head in the sky above them again, and frantically pressed downward.

The huge ghost head opened its big mouth, and its sharp teeth were aimed at the dozen or so tree soldiers transformed by the Xuan Iron and Steel Wood and bit hard, and the sound like the steel breaking sounded, and the dozen or so tree soldiers that were already scarred by the Xuan Iron and Steel Wood were instantly bitten into several pieces.

The black air flow spread forward, like an indomitable wave, and the few tree soldiers left were engulfed in an instant under this black wave.

The undead ghost army in the middle of the tide, looking at the Mo River that was no longer blocked in front of them, rushed forward frantically, wanting to completely tear this opponent to pieces.

And at this moment, Mo He's spiritual power in his body has recovered a lot, looking at the undead ghost army that rushed over frantically, the Xuanyuan gourd in Mo He's hand hung above his head again, and a large amount of water spewed out from the mouth of the gourd.

The water at the foot of the Mo River also rotated slightly at this moment, forming a huge waterspout around the Mo River, reaching thousands of meters high, and then suddenly bent down and fell towards the earth, like a thousand zhang water dragon, swooping down on the prey on the ground.

The remaining water flow around the Mo River turned into a 100-meter-high wave at the same time, like a sea bursting its embankment, with a strong impact, rushing forward.

Before the black waves of the undead ghost army collided together, the waterspouts that fell in the sky fell into the black waves first, and with a roar of the earth, countless splashes exploded, and the black waves exploded violently, and then the big waves came, completely submerging the black waves, and the big waves were overwhelming the mountains and seas, and there was a great tendency to envelop thousands of mountains, and even Liu Yu and Gou Ji, who were standing behind the undead ghost army, had to temporarily avoid the edge at this moment.

Seeing that the big wave had completely engulfed this undead ghost army, Mo He, who was standing there, did not stop, but continued to pinch a spell, and gently spit out a word in his mouth.

"Condensation!"

As soon as Mo He's voice fell, the surging wave stopped instantly, and then quickly condensed into a piece of cold ice, through which it could be seen that the 120,000 undead ghost army were all frozen in the ice.