The two humanoid dolls in his hand were low-level thousand-machine puppets that Bai Yi had refined before leaving the sect, and they were used for pathfinding or exploring dangerous places.

Although the spiritual power was isolated by the Absolute Spirit Armor, the connection between the Thousand Machine Puppet and the owner still existed, and Bai Yi put the two puppets back away after determining that the Thousand Machine Puppets could be used in the Great War.

The low-level thousand-machine puppet is only equivalent to the power of a qi refining cultivator, and it is of little use to Bai Yi today, but once this thousand-machine puppet is placed on the battlefield all over the mortals, it becomes a terrifying beast.

In the Great War of Nanzhao, cultivation is almost useless, whether it is a mortal or a monk, only martial arts can survive on the battlefield, but the body of the cultivator is fragile after all, on the other hand, the body of the puppet is not only extremely hard, but also infinitely powerful, so that if there are enough of them, the puppet can become the master of this battlefield.

Bai Yi had just put away the Thousand Machine Puppet, and King Puyang's war horse suddenly let out a neigh, raised his front hooves, and slammed it out.

By the time the first rays of sunlight shone on the battle city, the great war had already begun in silence.

"Gale!"

"Wan Sheng!"

The 50,000-strong army broke out with a thunderous roar, and rushed towards the battle city like a tsunami, without any hesitation, the ten guards rushed directly into the city.

The men and horses led by Bai Yi were the last guards to enter the city, and when they came to the inside of the battle city, Bai Yi understood the true role of the battle city.

The whole huge city is full of ditches and mounds of earth, only half of the giant trees remain, strange houses without doors and windows but with courtyard walls, in the center of the battle city, there is a strange high platform, which is more than 20 zhang high, and the high platform is surrounded by broken steps, and at the highest point, there is a golden banner waving in the wind, and a huge word 'king' is written on the flag.

Whoever can get the banner of the king will be the winner of this war.

In Bai Yi's eyes, this is a city, this is clearly a battlefield specially prepared for the battle between the two armies, the ditches and mounds in the city are some fortifications, those half-cut giant trees are the best lookouts, and the strange houses with courtyard walls without doors and windows are easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Everything in the entire war city is prepared for the convenience of war, and it looks strange here, but it is a real place of death.

Presumably, in order to prevent other mortals from witnessing this terrifying battle, the lord of Nanzhao built dozens of battle cities, I am afraid that there is another advantage here, that is, no matter how many people died in the battle, the corpses are all in the city, and it is relatively convenient to clean up the battlefield at that time.

The icy battle city has ushered in real vitality today, and the shouts of tens of thousands of soldiers have brought this fierce giant city to life, it is like a greedy beast, expecting countless blood.

The armies of the two princes poured into the battle city almost at the same time, and then there was a battle between the armies of the two sides, and the entire 100,000 soldiers collided together like two torrents in an instant.

There are shouts of killing everywhere, you can see the blood mist everywhere, the terrifying scene of rolling people's heads, here can not attract others to stop for a moment, since entering the battlefield, no one will care about their own lives, people's eyes are only a piece of blood red.

In front of a house, a guard and horse led by Bai Yi were gathering, and a charge not long ago directly reduced the team of 5,000 people to a large number of people, but an enemy head wearing a black helmet had been caught by Bai Yi.

Bones!

Raising his hand and throwing away the head that was still wearing armor, Bai Yi scanned the entire battlefield indifferently, and a thunderous cheer immediately came from behind him.

"Victory!

With the loss of less than five hundred people, he can cut off the head of a black-armored monk, this ability, other monks in the Puyang Royal Mansion can easily not do, the absolute spirit armor can not only isolate the spiritual power, but also has a good defensive power, so when fighting for the battle city, most of the mortal soldiers killed in the battle, and the casualties of the cultivators are very few.

Shaking the blood on the tip of the gun, a cold glint flashed in Bai Yi's eyes.

The huge power that erupted from the operation of the Heavenly Reversal Gong was not something that could be blocked by a single peerless armor, and this kind of battlefield was like a fish in water for Bai Yi at all.

The Heavenly Pouring Gong does not need to release spiritual power, as long as it is running, it can obtain a powerful physique in an instant, unless it encounters a monk who has also cultivated alchemy, no one is Bai Yi's opponent.

Knock! Knock!

At the city gate in the east, there was a dull loud noise, and the earth in the battle city trembled, and in the dark city gate, a giant man more than two feet high walked into the battle city like a hill, only to see him casually grab a soldier from the Puyang Palace, and without much strength in both arms, he tore the five big and three thick soldiers in half.

"Mu Thirteen!"

On the broken tree that can only be hugged by three or five people, Mu Ling, who was commanding his men and horses condescendingly, almost screamed hysterically, she not only saw Mu Shisan, but also saw Mu Wu and several other Mu family disciples helping the enemy to slaughter the soldiers of the Puyang Palace.

"Mu Wu, you bastard!"

Mu Ling's face turned pale with anger, threw down one of his guards and horses, and galloped in the direction of Mu Shisan alone.

Mu Ling didn't expect that Mu Wu would actually take Mu 13 to assist the opponent of Puyang Palace, in this kind of battlefield that can survive by martial arts, once Mu 13, a wrestler, joins in, the opposing side will have no chance to win.

Mu Shisan has the strength to fight a first-level demon beast alone, on the other hand, this powerful wrestler is equivalent to a first-level humanoid demon beast.

If you fight against the cultivators of the foundation building realm, most of the fate of a wrestler like Mu 13 will be killed, but on a special battlefield like Nanzhao Kingdom, Mu 13 is almost an invincible existence, and he can even rely on his huge strength to kill the Jindan monk wearing a peerless armor!

The Absolute Spirit Armor limited the strength of the cultivators, but it made Mu Shisan, a wrestler of the Mu family, the master of the battlefield, without deliberately looking for enemies, Mu Shisan just smirked and grabbed casually, he could easily kill a few or even a dozen soldiers from the Puyang Palace.

Mu Ling walked through the battlefield at a very fast speed, blocking in front of Mu Shisan, she ignored the giant man in front of her, but shouted at Mu Wu: "Mu Wu, are you looking for death, I came to help the Ni family for the autumn rain, where are you going, you have to be the enemy of the Ni family? More than fifty battle cities are fighting at the same time, you have to choose me as your opponent!"

Mu Wu didn't cringe when he saw Mu Ling before, and said with a smile: "Cousin, this is Nanzhao, not Wuyue, you can help your friends, can't I help my brothers, Qian Hua, the third son of King Yongchang, is my friend, I'll help him capture the flag, it's not overstepping." ”

Author's words: The collection is bleak, please collect this book, this week is a critical moment, this week's results determine the fate of this book, thank you for the black strings.