When the Eight Desolations Supreme came across the sea.

In front of Sanqingyuan, hundreds of miles of plains were all occupied by a black oppressive figure, and a huge Meng was mixed in it.

On the giant meng, one barbarian emperor stood solemnly with totem poles in his hand.

Below the giant meng, there were countless barbarian warriors and demon beasts gathered, all of them with calm faces, and their hideous faces were all the color of resoluteness that was not afraid of death.

Compared to the noisy urn city, the barbarians are more like a well-trained army, and these nearly a million people didn't even make too much noise, only the low whimper of the demon beast slowly echoed.

Behind them, a tall altar of sacrifice was erected, and at noon, a faint light and shadow fell on the top of the altar, and with a crisp horn, the troops that had been standing still for most of the hour suddenly moved.

Nearly 100 giant mengs stepped forward at the same time, and there was a loud 'boom', which was uniform.

Behind them, a monster that was ten times smaller than Jumeng, but still huge, poured out and lined up directly in front.

These monsters were featherless and hairless, with slender bodies, and their bodies radiated a faint silver glow, as if they were made of iron.

Its whole body looks like an upside-down fork, with a handle in front and five long tails dragged behind it, each of which is more than a dozen feet long, compared to the body, these tails are extremely thin, shaking up and down from time to time, with a sense of toughness and elasticity.

Immediately, a barbarian warrior stepped forward and dragged out pieces of slender iron larger than a millstone, and hung them slightly on their tails.

A moment later, with a sound like a bowstring plucking, those monsters writhed their bodies hard, and their tails suddenly flicked up, and suddenly the overwhelming black shadows roared out, and the pieces of iron made a strange whining sound in the air, and they swept directly for nearly ten miles, and then fell rapidly.

Although it is said to be an iron piece, it is only based on its shape.

In fact, each of them is a foot thick, only because the length and width are half a zhang, this seems to be very thin, they have sharp openings in front of them, and when they fall, they whine, as if they are countless sharp shovels, directly towards the urn city to shovel fiercely.

Before these strange shovels landed, on the opposite side of the urn city, a series of brilliant lights and shadows followed, ice arrows, fire dragons, golden blades... Countless spells bloomed at the same time, rendering the entire sky beautiful.

The monks on the Sanqing Plain, the lowest is also the high-level of the Jiedan, and more than forty percent of them are monks above the Yuanying Realm, and the original power of casting spells is not weak, and after forming a battle array, the Dao spells are even more overwhelming, and they are powerful.

But there are too many shovels, and this kind of purely physical attack is extremely difficult to defend against, for a while, the sound of air impact is endless, and fifty percent of the shovels are either dissolved into molten iron or are knocked out of the direction and fall outside the urn city, but half of them are still unharmed, and the speed of falling is getting faster and faster.

With a soft 'hum', patches of earthy yellow light flashed, forming a thick barrier over the urn city, and thirty percent of the shovels were blocked by it, and they were directly bounced away, and in the end, only two percent of the attacks passed through all the defenses and roared down towards the city wall above the urn city.

Although after Xiang Yang's improvements, the flexibility of today's battle formation has been greatly improved, but on the urn city, the monks are too dense, and when these shovels fall, they will vibrate from time to time due to friction with the air, so that the direction of its flight will often twist strangely, and it is extremely difficult to judge the correct landing point.

It is these two percent of the fish that have slipped through the net, and they have still set off a bloody storm.

The light of the body protection magic weapon flashed directly, but the weight of nearly a thousand catties fell from such a high air, and the ordinary magic weapon could not withstand such a huge impact of power at all, and many of them were directly shattered, and a miserable howl echoed above the city wall...

"In this wave, we have a total of 1,276 casualties... It stands to reason that there should be two more waves..."

Behind the urn city on the left, there was a high platform, Su Zhi was standing at the top, squinting his eyes and looking forward, behind him, several bloodshot monks were nervously counting, reporting from time to time.

"Is the Tianhu Immortal Sect ready?"

"Xuanhu Zhenjun has already sent a message, and when this wave of attacks passes, he can defend himself!"

Moments later, two more waves of the same attack slashed in.

However, this time, because the formation of many monks above the urn city was out of order, and there was a gap in the defense, the casualties were much greater than the first time.

After three attacks, nearly 5,000 monks fell in pools of blood.

On the high platform, Su Zhi's face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm.

Before the official confrontation, there were such large casualties, and the new attack method of the barbarians was really a headache.

In this kind of battlefield, even the Nine Turns master can't mobilize too much Heaven and Earth Yuan Force, and the power of casting spells has dropped too much, and it is almost impossible to be prepared in all aspects.

And the Nine Tribulations Master's Law Technique, the consumption of divine consciousness is too great, and they have to be on guard against the sneak attack of the Barbarian Emperor at all times, so naturally they can't use it easily.

But fortunately, the barbarians don't know the art of casting, and the number of those weird shovels is limited, so such an attack can't last, otherwise, what else to fight?

Fortunately, the method of battle formation provided by the monk from the small sect is indeed magical, and after the change, the flexibility of the entire battle array has been greatly enhanced, otherwise, it is estimated that the casualties will be doubled.

This is also a blessing in misfortune!

He looked at it from a distance, and the thousand-foot-high sacrificial altar made him feel very depressed, and the sudden appearance of the royal altar completely disrupted the defensive steps he had arranged.

The point is, when did this altar come about, and how?

On the Sanqing Plain, day and night, there were monks who used secret methods to pay attention to the movement of barbarians within a radius of thousands of miles, but overnight, this sacrificial altar appeared hundreds of miles away.

It's horrible!

If the barbarian sacrificial altar could be so elusive, then there would be no hope for this battle.

Just imagine, if this sacrificial altar were any closer, the entire urn city and the mountain pass would have entered its forbidden range... How can this be fought?

You must know that the altar of the royal family, the forbidden range can be as far as a hundred miles!

In the distance, the dense crowd stirred, and one after another Jumeng took heavy steps forward, and faint light and shadow sprinkled from Jumeng's body, and below, countless barbarian warriors suddenly went berserk, screaming and rushing forward.

On the eighteenth day after the 10,000-year barbarian rebellion began, the barbarian royal clan went to war, and the bloody battle lasted for three days, with millions of casualties on both sides, and the plain between the two urns was almost surrounded by a sea of blood.