The Hongyan Terrace is rarely lively.

Of the 300,000 immortal cultivators above the Divine Stage, 10,000 immortals gathered within a radius of fifty miles, and a huge number of immortal cultivators were on their way to support. The Heavenly Machine Stone, which was used to replenish spiritual energy and cultivation, was placed on the ground. The originally raging red dust storm was actually enriched with a lot of aura. The bright clumps of protective aura flickered up and down with the movement of the master, making this place of slaughter slowly come to life.

Two hundred miles away, the Western angels were also intensively preparing the prelude to the attack. After 5,000 years of cultivation, the angels have slowly recovered. Hundreds of thousands of troops waited for the commander to give the order to attack. There are also many angels who slowly flapped their wings from the cracks in the space and flew out, like a drop of water gathered into the sea.

The little thing had a storage ring on its mouth, and it ran among the meditating immortal cultivators, and everywhere it went, there were always a few high-grade heavenly machine stones missing.

After the cultivation of Tianji Stone, the speed of the little thing is getting faster and faster, and now even Gu Linglong may not be able to catch up with it. And it is very shrewd, often where the strong immortals are, it never goes, and the places it goes to are among some of the weaker people. Without waiting for those people to react, they took the Tianji Stone and ran away.

Li Chengzhu made a big deal.

This is much faster than refining weapons.

The little shadow thief smiled and counted the high-grade stones in his storage ring, and his heart was satisfied, and sure enough, this big boss made a lot of money. In order to gag himself, he gave himself fifty high-grade stones at one time.

Within a few months of following this big boss, his pocket rose nearly tenfold out of thin air.

This has to be put in the past, and you are not excited to die?

But now, Xiaoying will not be satisfied with this favor.

The big boss in front of him, who was dripping saliva and counting the high-grade stones in the storage ring, didn't know how much he was worth.

The little shadow digs out the hollow mind and abducts the little thing.

If this boss suddenly hangs up in this war, won't the little thing follow him? Xiaoying opened her mouth but didn't say anything, and her mouth seemed to be "die, die".

The horn of war has finally sounded.

The angel legion, which had been waiting for several months, was no longer satisfied with the kind of sneak attack that was a small fight, and when dawn broke, with the command of the commander-in-chief, 100,000 angels marched towards the gathering place of immortal cultivators as a vanguard force.

The Sentry quickly relayed the discovery back to the Provisional Command Office.

When Ye Zhiqiu, the third-rank battle commander who was in charge of the immortal cultivators, heard the news, he immediately ordered all the immortal cultivators to gather and go forward to resist the provocation of the angel legion.

Looking at the immortal who gave the order down, Ye Zhiqiu patted his head dejectedly, his head, which had not hurt for thousands of years, actually began to hurt faintly now.

In this battle, I don't know how many immortal cultivators will die.

These are the foundations of the fairy world.

Although he is a Da Luo Jin Immortal and a third-grade commander, he is powerless against this war.

I hope not to kill too much, although these people did not kill themselves, but they died because of one of their own orders, which is contrary to the way of heaven.

With a long howl that resounded through the sky, the immortal cultivators finally met the angels in close combat. For a while, flying swords and magic weapons flew above everyone's heads. The body protection aura is also opened to the maximum, trying to strive for the safest state of oneself.

Everyone understands that this is a war, and everyone understands the outcome of defeat.

Everyone has the consciousness of cannon fodder.

It's just a vanguard battle!

But death haunts them all the time. If you're not careful, you risk being stabbed through by an enemy who is eyeing you from behind.

The immortal cultivators did not hesitate to release their spells, and the flying swords were also under the remote control of the master, specifically looking for loopholes for the angels.

The density of the red dust storm could not stop the illumination of these spells, and the entire battlefield became clear.

From time to time, one or two pairs of bird-man wings were cut off, and the low-level angels who had lost their wings no longer had the ability to fly, and fell from the sky in a whirlwind. Before he touched the ground, he was divided by several flying swords.

Those immortal cultivators on the ground who were slightly inferior in strength or were crowded by others and couldn't fly to the sky vented their anger on these defeated angels.

Even the souls of the angels can't escape, and they are trapped on the spot by the magic weapons or spells of the immortal cultivators, and then they are killed to scum.

And the way of cultivating immortals against the enemy is even more direct and effective, and those who are strong in blood often die negligently because they go deep into the enemy formation and cannot get the support of their companions.

In the moment before he died, he did not forget to launch the Yuan Infant self-violence and give those self-righteous invaders a pot of bitter water to eat.

Ye Zhiqiu looked at the white light that could pierce his eyes through the red dust storm in the sky, and tears filled his eyes.

You are the heroes!

If it weren't for the obstruction of a few followers, Ye Zhiqiu would have rushed up with a sword and slashed and killed.

This is a war of patience, not a war that can be solved by one person alone. Although Ye Zhiqiu also understood this truth, he still blamed himself in his heart as he watched the death of those immortal cultivators.

This time, most of the angels who came were two-winged and four-winged, and only a very small number of seraphims pressed the formation.

And the people on his side are all immortal cultivators who have not yet become immortals.

After those Seraphims penetrated deep into the enemy formation, they tore a long hole in the dense group of immortal cultivators like hot butter.

After they arrived, there was a bloody storm, and the severed limbs and internal organs were scattered all over the ground.

The blood shed by the immortal cultivators added another bright red color to the Red Rock Terrace.

The excitement of death and blood did not stop the two sides, but only made the war even more intense.

The battlefield of cannon fodder is already so fierce, what will the real war look like?

Ye Zhiqiu was ruthless and fell to the ground, unable to bear to look at the disappeared souls one by one.

Li Chengzhu and Xiaoying were interrupted by a sound to count the money, and they all looked at Gu Linglong suspiciously.

Gu Linglong sighed slightly and said, "It's already started." These sounds are the sounds of the infant's self-violence. ”

Everyone was startled and opened their mouths wide.

Li Chengzhu's heart was even more as if he had been stirred up by a golden hoop stick.

If one sound represents the self-violence of an immortal cultivator's primordial infant, it has already sounded more than a dozen times just now.

He and Xiaoying glanced at each other, and both of them were shocked.

War is so brutal.

Even if the body of an immortal cultivator is destroyed, as long as the Yuan Infant is still there, there is still a way to reshape the body, and only in the case of absolute despair will he kill the Yuan Baby.

What will this war be like, and those people who are actually forced to kill themselves?

In the time that Li Chengzhu was thinking for a while, several explosions came into everyone's ears.

Look at Xiaoying, Li Chengzhu smashed his mouth and didn't say anything.

Xiaoying also had a guilty expression.

The two of them were happily counting the high-grade stones just now.

Perhaps the owners of these high-grade stones have already died in battle.

Thinking of what he had done, Xiaoying walked up to Li Chengzhu with his head down, took out the fifty high-grade stones and handed them over.

Li Chengzhu pursed his lips and took it and stuffed it into his storage ring, not to pull it down.

Anyway, those people may have already died, don't be in vain.

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