Although the voice is immature, it resounded through the eight wildernesses.

"Han Fujun is current, who dares to be so rude?"

"Claiming to be Benjun, is it Qingxi Shenjun?"

Everyone was horrified, and their eyes were cast, only to see a mountain covering the sky and the sun coming across the sky. On the mountain, the purple bamboo is swaying, and there are more Taoists, holding bamboo swords, and the artistic conception of martial arts is vertical and horizontal!

"Purple Bamboo Forest!"

Han Wujian has a wide range of knowledge, focuses on the world, and recognizes at a glance that this sudden mountain is the weird East China Sea - Purple Bamboo Forest!

"Purple Bamboo Forest?!"

"It's weird in the East China Sea!"

"It's-"

"The East China Sea is weird, why is it here?"

Everyone present was puzzled, but their reaction was dissatisfied, and they quickly retreated. The purple bamboo forest, which is a mountain and a mountain of purple bamboo, gives people an incomparable shock after all, which is daunting.

Not only the martial arts warriors and Buxu Dao monks were shocked, but Ji Sanjiang and other Shinto gods were also shocked.

"This kind of breath—"

"Mount Tumun is not as good as it!"

Ji Sanjiang's eyes flashed with surprise.

The weirdness of Tumeng Mountain is already the peak level of the Star Realm, and even the level of the Fire Tribulation Realm, but the purple bamboo forest in front of him is far beyond Tumeng Mountain, but how powerful should it be?

But this is not what shocked Ji Sanjiang the most.

His gaze fell on the Purple Bamboo Forest and landed on the three thousand Dao people of the Purple Bamboo Forest. These three thousand Daoists were led by a middle-aged Daoist who was holding a dusty hand, and the rest of the Daoists were on their own side and hid into a formation.

"Xuantian Dao!"

"Xuantian Dao Lord!"

Ji Sanjiang was shocked!

On the purple bamboo forest, the dust whisk Daoist was the martial arts powerhouse who once stood at the top of the Ming Dynasty - the Xuantian Dao Master. And the three thousand Dao people behind him are disciples of Xuantian Dao, the artistic conception of martial arts is in harmony, and the true yuan in the body is rolling, making the purple bamboo forest more and more terrifying.

The dust Dao person, that is, the Xuantian Dao Master, had an indifferent face, no sorrow or joy. Even if he is recognized and called famous, he will not say a word.

Everyone heard the words of Ji Sanjiang, and they boiled instantly!

"Xuantian Dao Lord?!"

"In the purple bamboo forest, it's actually Xuantian Dao?"

"How is this possible?!Xuantian Dao is the number one faction in the East China Sea, and it used to be one of the three major sects of martial arts, how can it be in the company of weirdness?!"

"Xu is the god admits his mistake. ”

......

After all, Xuantian Dao has been in the Ming Dynasty for thousands of years, even if the wind and clouds change, the residual power is still there. Now it appears together with the purple bamboo forest, and it is faintly led by the purple bamboo forest, which is unbelievable.

Regardless of the controversy for the time being.

The purple bamboo forest descends, and the purple bamboo swayes. Han Wujian clearly felt that a thought fell on him.

"Nanping Chenghuang, Benjun is here for the god of Tumeng Mountain, and you are deployed for the Qingxi brothers, Benjun is not embarrassed, retreat quickly!"

Zizhulin's voice was immature, but he pretended to be old, and his tone was even louder.

"It's weird, and you dare to call yourself a brother and sister to the Divine Monarch!"

Han Wujian's eyes flashed, and he shouted fiercely, "Where is the Nanping Camp of the Demon Expedition Army?!"

"The last general!"

"We obey!"

Ji Sanjiang, Banhu and other Nanping Prefecture gods and generals of Nanping Camp responded in a deep voice. The 100,000 Yin soldiers of the Nanping Battalion also responded violently, and the sound shook all over the world.

In the territory of the Ming Dynasty, Shinto is the only one!

God must not be disgraced!

Zizhu Lin is arrogant and arrogant, and he calls Lin Zhao a brother and a brother, how can Han Wujian and other Shinto gods endure it?

The Great War Breaks Out!

"A small god, he dares to be presumptuous with Benjun!"

"Xuantian Lao Dao, I broke this Laoshzi camp for Benjun!"

Zizhulin was snubbed and furious. The purple bamboo swayed even more violently, and the purple bamboo leaves flew one after another, like a series of sword qi.

It's just that Zizhulin didn't make a direct move, but instead drove the Xuantian Dao Lord and a group of Xuantian Dao disciples!

The Xuantian Dao Lord still didn't say a word, and the dust in his hand swept lightly, and the thick true yuan rushed like a big river, as if it could break through a canopy. The three thousand Xuantian Dao people each held a bamboo sword, and a bamboo sword was not inferior to a human-level divine soldier, and the martial arts sword qi was wanton, turning into a cold offensive, and directly taking 100,000 Yin soldiers.

Ji Sanjiang's pupils constricted, and he felt strong pressure.

The three thousand Xuantian Dao people in front of him have the lowest strength in the Mortal Realm, among which there are dozens in the Womb Realm, and there are as many as three in the Star Realm. In addition, the Xuantian Dao Lord is the pinnacle of the Star Realm, and he can break through to the Tribulation Realm at any time!

With this kind of strength, even if the Nanping battalion has a numerical advantage, it will be difficult to resist.

However, Shinto is mysterious, and the formation is unparalleled.

"Wind!"

I only heard Ji Sanjiang burst into tears, 100,000 Yin soldiers operated, and the wind suddenly rose. A gust of yin wind swept the universe and shattered the sword qi. Countless wind pillars stood in all directions, and under the blessing, the Nanping camp traveled at great speed, and in an instant, it came to the front of the purple bamboo forest!

Wind!

It's as fast as the wind!

The action is fast, like a galloping wind!

The three thousand Xuantian Dao people relied on the purple bamboo forest to exert their formation, and their toes tapped on the purple bamboo, and the true yuan seemed to be infinite.

The Xuantian Dao Lord swept the dust, and dozens of Yin soldiers shattered and dissipated.

The martial arts sword qi swept through the air, and one by one the Yin soldiers fell.

Finally.

When the 100,000 Yin soldiers arrived, Ji Sanjiang's divine light skyrocketed, and he drank in his mouth-

"Lin!"

The Nanping camp slowed down suddenly, moving slowly step by step, but it gave people a heavy and incomparably oppressive force.

Forest!

Its Xu Rulin!

Moving slowly, its ranks are as orderly as the forest of trees.

The formation of the Nanping battalion, which originally had casualties, changed sharply, and the casualties quickly stabilized, and did not become an avalanche.

Advancing step by step, under the continuous attacks of Xuantian Dao, he finally came to the front.

"Fire!"

The Nanping camp changed its formation again, from static to dynamic, which can be called a sudden change!

Fire!

Aggression is like fire!

Invasion and plunder, like the fierceness of fire, cannot be stopped.

I saw a raging fire, booming, burning half of the sky, the purple bamboo forest and the three thousand Xuantian Dao were impressively listed. The three thousand Xuantian Dao people stimulated the true yuan, isolating the raging flames from the outside, and did not stain a single bit.

So.

The tide of the war is at a stalemate.

The 'Wind Forest Volcano' battle formation is a first-class formation of the Divine Court, containing four variations, but it is all-encompassing, enough to deal with any situation of war. If you can use it flexibly, bullying the weak and defeating the strong with the weak are all idle!

With such a stalemate, Han Wujian watched from the sidelines, and was not in a hurry. This is the home of Shinto, and the purple bamboo forest rashly broke in, and it was impossible to escape the wings under the net. It would be better to be able to test the details of the Nanping camp more.

Although Zizhulin is wise and ignorant, he is not stupid, and he also knows that it is very disadvantageous to continue such a stalemate.

"That's it!"

"If you don't know how to lift, don't blame Benjun for ignoring the face of the Qingxi brothers and bullying the small with the big!"

The immature voice of the purple bamboo forest was mixed with annoyance and anger, and before the voice fell, he saw a world descending, enveloping the four wilderness and eight wildernesses. Within a radius, purple bamboos and countless purple bamboo leaves flew one after another, and 100,000 Yin soldiers were about to be wiped out in an instant.

Fortunately, Ji Sanjiang responded in time!

"Mountain!"

Immovable as a mountain!

If the garrison is stubborn, it is like the solidity of the mountains, which cannot be shaken.

The strongest defensive formation of the Nanping camp unfolded, allowing the purple bamboo leaves to fly like a sword, and the purple bamboo whipping like a whip, I didn't move!

It's just that the Zizhulin offensive is endless, and the Nanping camp will eventually have a limit.

Even if the 'mountain' array was launched, hundreds of Yin soldiers would still be destroyed with every breath. If this continues, within a stick of incense, the Nanping camp, which has been made up of hardships for several years, will be destroyed here.

"Purple Bamboo Domain!"

Han Wujian watched from the sidelines for a long time, and at this moment, the Nanping camp was about to be destroyed, and he finally made a move.

"Here comes the sword!"

With a faint sound, Nanpingzhou was shocked.

Mountains and rivers correspond, and the sky trembles. Mountains, rivers, and all sides of the earth have divine light rising into the sky, converging and fusing into a divine light magic sword!