At the same time, the Monkey Mountains, the Three Qingyuan.

The entire urn city, on the side near the savage plain, was already completely stained brown with blood, and even if he stood on the high city wall, the pungent smell of blood was already as strong as substance, as if the whole person was soaked in a sea of blood.

After several years of bloody battles, the monks stationed in the urn city have changed one after another, and the original old people can live no more than thirty percent of them now.

But these three percent have all become real warriors, even if it is an ordinary Nine Turns monk, the momentum exuded from his body is like a fierce beast, which is eye-catching.

Hu Shan is one of them!

Squatting behind the bunker, Hu Shan moved his body, took out a pot of drunken immortal brew with his left hand, and poured it hard.

On his right shoulder, there was a hideous wound that almost cut his shoulder blade into two petals, even if it had been coated with a layer of green ointment, the blood was still uncontrollably oozing outward, and his right hand hung on the ground, where a small pool of blood of several feet had accumulated.

On either side of him, two monks collapsed in a pool of blood in an irregular position, one nearly halved, the other with half of his head cut off, both falling.

On this section of the city wall, which is hundreds of feet long, there are such scenes everywhere.

When had the new monks seen such a scene, and almost all of them were wounded, and many of them sobbed, mixed with a low wail, as if it were the sorrow and joy of hell, which was chilling.

Hu Shan glanced at the new monks, his eyes were full of disdain, but he didn't bother to bother, and poured a few sips of wine before putting the flask back.

Spread out his left hand, there was an ordinary Sumeru ring in the palm of his hand, wearing a beast tendon in it, pinched it in his hand and played with it, and raised his hand with difficulty to hang it around his neck.

Before the start of the barbarian war, he only had the peak cultivation of Yuanying, but in the past few years, with the resources exchanged for war exploits, coupled with the perception between life and death, it is now a three-turn cultivation, which is simply a miracle in normal times.

But that's just an external statement, only he knows what he relies on to survive until now, and his cultivation can still progress by such leaps and bounds...

"I don't know where the boss is now... The prince of the Xuanlong Dynasty came a few days ago, but even he didn't know where the boss was, but he heard that he had gone to Zhongshenzhou..."

"In a few days, I will be able to take a shift, and then I don't know if I will have the opportunity to go to Zhongshenzhou to open my eyes with my military merits..."

"And that little girl, when I heard that something happened to her, I cried a time when I was not angry, hehe... The little one must have grown up a lot by now, right?"

"However, the barbarians' offensive is getting more and more fierce, and in the past few days, even the Nine Mountains Barbarian Emperor has dispatched several times... I don't know if I'll make it through that time..."

Hu Shan sighed, stretched out his left hand to wipe the ointment on his right shoulder blade that was washed away by blood, after the severe pain, now the itch is incomparable, it is the feeling of rapid muscle growth.

However, the ointment given by Xiang Yang is really wonderful, without the resources of that ring, he doesn't know how many times he has died, how can he have the opportunity to be promoted to three turns?

The barbarians had retreated, and on the passage behind the urn city, a series of figures rushed out, cleaning the battlefield while transporting the wounded, Hu Shan's injuries were not serious here, and a few monks who walked to his side gave him an apologetic smile, and they were busy going to the side first, picking up the corpses.

Behind them, followed by an old man with a withered description, holding a black crystal in his hand, that is the soul conjuring officer who is responsible for collecting soul seals, after these soul marks are collected, there is a special place to place, if you are lucky or the background is hard, you will soon be assigned to a body, of course, as for where the object of the seizure came from, no one will ask more.

In just a few moments, the city was already full of people coming and going, and according to custom, the next attack of the barbarians would be at least two hours apart.

After so many years, the two sides have already had a common rule, at this time, the barbarians should also be cleaning the battlefield outside the urn city, after bringing back those who are still alive, the eagle vultures in the air will take away the corpses they left behind, at least during this time, the urn city is safe.

Several pretty-looking young nuns quickly cleaned up the wounds of a monk a few feet away, and after stopping the bleeding, several low-ranking monks next to him carried him on a stretcher.

That guy's entire arm was shoveled into flesh by the barbarian's flying shovel, and he couldn't get it if he wanted to continue, and he only had the opportunity to recast his body after cultivating to the three realms of Dengxian Realm, but the disciples of this kind of small sect basically had little hope.

Hu Shan took a deep breath and couldn't help but praise his luck, in a few years, he has suffered countless injuries, but at least his limbs are sound, which is also a blessing.

As soon as he was proud, a warning suddenly appeared in his heart, and the intuition cultivated by years of fighting made Hu Shan react in an instant, and with a turn of consciousness, he directly summoned a defensive magic weapon at the peak of the treasure, turning into a bright light that wrapped his whole person.

Through the blue light, I saw a sea of fire suddenly swept over the urn city, shooting straight in the direction of Sanqingze, the sea of fire everywhere, even if it was separated by a thousand zhang, the urn city still turned into a hell in an instant.

Not far away, those female cultivators and a few low-level monks carrying stretchers, before they could even scream, they turned into several torches, and the blazing flames directly tore all their vocal cords, so they could only open their mouths in vain, let out a 'lotus' scream, and turned into scorched bones after taking a few steps.

In the entire urn city, at least ninety percent of the thousands of monks fell directly at this moment, and some of them were old birds like Hu Shan, who reacted immediately after their intuition was wrong, and summoned a magic weapon to protect themselves.

However, not everyone had a treasure of the level of a pinnacle weapon, and after a while, half of these monks who survived the disaster failed to carry it, and they were reduced to ashes along with the magic weapon.

Hu Shan's forehead was already oozing a little oil, even if he was protected by a peak treasure weapon, but the high temperature that could almost melt gold and iron still made the blue light from this magic weapon tremble sharply, and he didn't know how long it could last.

Fortunately, the sea of fire came and went quickly, just a moment away from a hundred miles, and the temperature also dropped in an instant.

In the distance, the sea of fire has reached the edge of Sanqingze, stopped castration, and in the endless sea of fire, out of a giant composed of flames, standing up to the sky, exuding a majesty that people can't look at directly, his eyes are like the sun, flashing with dazzling red light, quietly looking down.

Then, with a fluttering palm, I pressed it!