"Haha...... Finally, it's our turn to come out as old immortals. A half-immortal ancestor roared in an unusually energetic spirit.

"I haven't moved for almost 10,000 years, and I'm really a little unaccustomed to it, but killing people is a matter of hand. A half-immortal ancestor gently shook the dust off his body and said lightly.

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"My blood is starting to boil. ”

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"It's been a long time since I've smelled blood. ”

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"This time we must have a good time. ”

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"Little baby, who are we going to deal with?" asked a half-immortal, looking at the Heavenly Eagle, who was also a half-immortal cultivator.

"Back to the predecessors, it's the temple and the first expedition. Skyhawk didn't have the slightest resentment because of the other party's little baby.

"When did the Protoss become so bold, and dared to take the initiative to run to our Great Wilderness Star to spread wildness!" the demi-immortal asked strangely. In their time, the Protoss simply had the courage to run to the Great Wilderness Star.

Aquila was not surprised by this question, because as far as he knew, the demi-immortals who entered this room were all die-hard members of the Witch Palace, and the demi-immortals who entered this room at the latest were a thousand years ago. These half-immortals all chose to join the death camp when their longevity was about to end. There are not many demi-immortals who choose this path, very few. Because not many people can endure such loneliness, sitting in this ordinary room for thousands or even ten thousand years. Every predecessor who finally chose to join the death camp was the kind of person who once had great perseverance and great wisdom. It's just that for various reasons, their cultivation path has only reached the peak of the half-immortal. Especially in the past thousand years, it has been a long time since there has been no fresh blood joining the death camp. This is also mainly because the battles between the Terrans and the Protoss are becoming more frequent and brutal. The number of demi-immortals on the battlefield is increasing in multiples. Therefore, these seniors did not know the current situation of the Protoss.

"Seniors, the Protoss has been in the past thousand years. Vigorously develop what they call 'technology', and their ship level has far surpassed the level of ours. And because there were traitors at the top of our big win city this time, and the city defense was destroyed, so the spaceship of the god clan attacked my big win city, and now the shape is more urgent. Aquila explained slowly. The people in front of them usually rely on the secret method inherited from ancient times in the Wu Palace to keep their bodies in a state of suspended animation, and now it takes a little time to recover from that kind of exercise, and it is not something that can be achieved overnight.

"Hmm. Got it. The demi-immortal nodded and said.

"The so-called 500-year-old Hedong, 500-year-old Hexi. It is impossible for our Terrans to suppress the Protoss all the time, and the Protoss will also have a time to rebound. The body of a half-immortal floated up from the stone pillar, stretched his body and said, looking at his expression, he had almost recovered from a state of suspended animation.

"If the Protoss has been suppressed by the Terrans, then there will be no chance for us to play. ”

"These Protoss like to do some weird things......"

"It's just that the Protoss has a high talent for tinkering with those things. It is difficult for us Terrans to match them in any way. ”

"Everyone's pretty much restored, right?"

"That's it. ”

"Well, almost. ”

"Let's go. It's time for our group of old immortals to come out. ”

These half-immortals, who were now almost restored, immediately began to talk about it. It seems that what awaits them is not about to run to the cruel battlefield, but about to have a grand spring outing.

In the main hall. Ying Renping suddenly felt something, and looked up at the void, because he felt a breath of the death camp rushing towards the Protoss army. Death camp since its establishment. This is the first time to strike. At the beginning, there was a generation of palace masters who watched many half-immortals forcibly try to break through when Shouyuan was approaching. And lost his life in vain, so he had the idea of building a death camp. He didn't want these cultivators who had managed to cultivate to the point of half-immortal. And so he died in obscurity.

When the palace master of that generation established this death camp, many people objected, because the birth of every new thing will be questioned from all sides, for example, some people think that the death camp is to deprive a half-immortal of the opportunity to attack the human immortal, and some opponents' reasons are extremely absurd, just because the name of this death camp is not good. But the palace master of that generation withstood all the pressure and secretly established this death camp, and the principle of joining the death camp was very simple: join voluntarily. Since the establishment of the Death Camp of the Witch Palace, every monk who has been promoted to a half-immortal has been told that there is such an institution in the Witch Palace, and if he does not have the confidence to attack the human immortals in the future, then he can consider joining the Death Camp. Although every half-immortal who joins the death camp has little hope of impacting the human immortals, every one of them is worthy of respect, because they all join the death camp with a mortal heart, do their last bit for the witch palace, and send the last light.

Outside the Witch Palace Battle Hall, Ying Xiu Qi Zheng and the War Hall Masters: Gongsun Li, the Law Hall Lord Win Shuang'er, and the Spirit Hall Lord Win Wenzhi stood on the steps of the main hall. The monks of the three halls of the Witch Palace in the huge square in front of the four of them had already gathered together, as well as the demi-immortals from Penglai Island, Buzhou Mountain, Sword Shrine, and Taiqing Hall who came to support. There are about 20,000 of these half-immortal monks floating in the air, and there are monks below the level of half-immortals standing in the square.

"What's wrong with the Protoss!" "Ying Wenzhi, who looked weak, frowned, and said as he looked at the sky and the dense array of Protoss warriors who fell down in different directions.

"What do you want to do so much, which Protoss smashes have already hit the doorstep. Great Elder, let's attack!" the burly Gongsun Li took the initiative to ask for battle, and said angrily.

"Wait a minute, there are too many demigods in the Protoss army, and the strength of our three halls alone is still a little weaker. Ying Xiuqi squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the army of the Protoss in the sky, and said to the Hall Master of the Battle Hall, who was already a little uncontrollable.

"Great Elder, what are you waiting for, let's attack in the War Palace! No matter how many of those Protoss smashed the demigods, how could the warriors of our War Hall ever be afraid of the number of enemies. Even if they were doubled, Lao Tzu would crush their balls. Gongsun Li patted his open thick chest and glared and shouted.

"The Great Elder has his own arrangements, you are a dead barbarian who knows how to fight and kill, whether you have a brain or not, if you want to send you to death, you can go alone!" This hall master of the Spirit Hall is fair-skinned, petite and enchanting, beautiful in appearance, and extremely agile in his gestures, which is very endearing.

Gongsun Li was still majestic and high-spirited, but when he was poked by Ying Shuang'er's little finger, he suddenly wilted like a frosted eggplant, and there was no sound.

"Okay, you two husbands and wives, you want to make a fuss in your own room, what are you making a fuss about here! Great Elder Ying Xiuqi glared at the two of them. This Gongsun Li usually has a stinky and hard temper, he only knows how to admit death, he doesn't know how to be flexible, few people can live in a good way, even if he wins Xiuqi, he has a special headache, but fortunately, there are Win Shuang'er on the side. Gongsun Li obeyed Ying Shuang'er's words and never resisted. He was able to sit in the position of the lord of this hall, in addition to his own countless births and deaths in exchange for meritorious deeds, most of the credit had to be attributed to him, a virtuous helper. If it weren't for him, a virtuous helper, to give her advice, with his elm head, he would have died no one many times. Fortunately, the War Hall is only responsible for fighting in peacetime, so as the Hall Master of the War Hall does not need many brains, as long as he can charge into battle, he is a good Hall Master, otherwise this position will not have Gongsun Li's share.

"Wait a little longer, the palace master has already mobilized the death camp, and we will go to battle immediately after the death camp attacks. Ying Xiuqi looked at the three of them and continued.

"The palace master has mobilized the death camp!" said the hall master of the Dharma Hall with a slight surprise.

"Hmm!" Ying Xiuqi nodded and didn't speak again, but instead focused on observing the army of Protoss in the sky.

"Dead barbarian, do you feel it?" Ying Shuang'er suddenly tugged at Gongsun Li's sleeve and said.

"I feel it!" Gongsun Li's face rose with a look of cherished prudence. This should be the legendary death camp!

Sure enough, when everyone felt this tragic momentum, the word 'kill!' exploded like spring thunder, and it was like a horn blowing on the battlefield, and the half-immortal ancestors of the death camp suddenly appeared in mid-air, forming a Beidou killing array, like a tall and thick city wall, in front of the army of the straight gods. This Beidou Killing Array looks inconspicuous and undewy at a glance, but if you look closely, you can find that the killing machine in the array is rolling, like a cloud and mist condensing.

"Everyone, follow my predecessors in the Witch Palace Death Camp to kill a piece of heaven and earth!" "The Great Elder Ying Xiuqi, his fingers in the air, roared angrily, and all the monks rose into the air together, moving closer to the half-immortals of the death camp.

"Half-Immortal Cultivation is below, Bu Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array!" Win Xiuqi ordered.

These monks of the Battle Hall, the Law Hall, and the Spirit Hall have been practicing the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array for a long time, so they are naturally very familiar. The monks of the three halls were arranged in an orderly manner: the monks of the War Hall were on the outermost layer, the monks of the Dharma Hall were on the second floor, and the monks of the Spirit Hall controlled the formation one by one, and in an instant, the formation of the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array was set up, and the momentum of tens of thousands of people was connected by the large array, which was boundless. At the same time as the great array was formed, the vision rose, and a hazy starlight sprinkled down from the sky, enveloping everyone, like ten thousand stars gathering, facing the army of the Protoss without fear.

"Above the half-immortals, they are mainly based on their respective sects, and they are divided into five element arrays. Ying Xiuqi ordered again.

"Yes!" all the demi-immortals replied in unison. The five factions and half-immortals are quickly arranged neatly according to the direction of the big five-element array, although this big five-element array is simple, it is flexible and changeable, and it can attack and retreat. Moreover, the demi-immortals of each faction usually don't have many drills, so this formation is suitable for the current situation. (To be continued......)