Chapter 1005: Battle Between Humans and Ghosts (1)
Jie Jie A cloud of cold white smoke floated in, and a fierce ghost with disheveled hair and a whole body in white loomed in it. Looking from a distance, I can only see the white smoke and Yiheng's shadow, but I can't see where the real thing is.
Lu Xiaotian frowned secretly, it looked somewhat similar to the mirage wolf method he had encountered before, but it was not exactly the same. The one who enveloped this cloud of white smoke is actually a quite powerful late-stage Yanze Ghost King.
The ground was still trembling. A giant skeleton elephant tens of feet tall with two long bone teeth was wearing thick armor. Except for two giant palm-leaf fan-like ears on its head, it looked a bit like a giant elephant. Bone crocodile.
"This deity heard that there are some great human masters in the world of Wangyue's cultivation of immortals, so he came here specially for a while, who dares to fight with this deity!"
The giant crocodile elephant ghost king’s voice echoed for hundreds of miles, and even the nearby monks at the early stage of Nascent Soul felt a tingling pain in their ears. Fortunately, the crocodile elephant ghost king was only facing these Nascent Soul monks, otherwise if those Jindan monks If it is involved, I am afraid it will cause no small consequences. Of course, not only the human monks, but also the low-level ghosts couldn't stand the shock of the sound waves either.
Behind the Crocodile Elephant Ghost King, a tumbling black cloud is the Youyun Ghost Clan's You Tian, the Late Stage Ghost King.
Wen Changyun and Ji Qianshui's complexion changed slightly. The strength of this crocodile elephant ghost king is even more powerful than the red-eyed, elbow-protruding Aodu ghost king. Although only four late-stage ghost kings came, but Aodu Ghost King still has a few points to beat Wen Changyun. Now comes a stronger guy. As for the ghost king Lingquan who had fought against Qingdan Palace Zhao before, his methods were also extremely powerful, but now he is nowhere to be seen.
There are as many as five late-stage ghost kings in front of me, with the Aodu ghost king and the crocodile ghost king being the most powerful. Aodu Ghost King and Wen Changyun are still only brothers. Although the ghost power wins by a few points, it is not easy to completely defeat Wen Changyun. win or lose.
It's just that the Crocodile Elephant Ghost King also feels a little palpitating to Wen Changyun. Wen Changyun, Ji Qianshui and others can't help but think of what Lu Xiaotian said, there is really another world outside Qingyu Continent.
Right now, there are as many as five ghost kings in the late stage. The Gu Jianzong has Wen Changyun, Xiao Tiannan, and Lu Wenhua.
There are Ji Qianshui and Zhao of course in Qingdan Palace. The Poison Yang Daoist of Demon Yang Sect has already stepped into the threshold of the late stage great monk with one foot, but there is still a thin line between them.
A golden light flashed in the distance, and it looked like a huge golden-winged silkworm silhouette coming through the air. It was the Great Cultivator of the Southern Wilderness, Heavenly Silkworm Xiezun.
Although the alliance has one more member than the ghost clan, the sudden appearance of the crocodile ghost king has made the situation a bit more variable.
Wangyue, Nanhuang, various sects, and Nascent Soul cultivators who are casual cultivators add up to about fifty or sixty people, while Nanhuang only has Mochiyue less than a quarter.
It's just that the Ghost Clan and Ghost King Realm in front of them has also reached the level of eye-catching. Compared with Mochiyue, the Southern Wilderness and the two great immortal worlds are five or six more than that. As for the Jindan level Guishuai and Guihou, they have a greater advantage over the human race.
This battle, regardless of whether they win or lose, is likely to be a catastrophe for Qingyu Continent.
All kinds of spirit birds, ghost birds, covering the sky and the sun, monks on both sides, mortal armies, and countless cannon fodder-level skeletons stretched for thousands of miles. Even Lu Xiaotian couldn't help but look sideways when he saw the magnificent human-ghost battlefield in front of him.
"Your human race gave up half of the Qingyuan Continent for my ghost clan to live in. My ghost clan army will stop fighting this time." Come.
"It's a joke. Humans and ghosts are incompatible. There is no reason for them to coexist. If your ghost clan occupies half of the area, Qingyu Continent will be eaten away by ghost energy sooner or later. From the time you rushed out of the ghost cave, this battle will be held everywhere. Inevitably, unless you return to the ghost cave, there will be no room for maneuver!" Wen Changyun said in a strong tone, "Fight for the orthodoxy that has been passed down for countless generations in Qingyu Continent. None of the monks in Qingyu Continent have Back off!"
"Orthodoxy? Don't you see how much fewer monks you have from refining to golden core stage than my ghost clan? As long as you hold back the Nascent Soul and old monsters, my ghost clan army is enough to slaughter your juniors. How can you old monsters keep the Qingyu Continent's orthodoxy?" Aodu Ghost King sneered.
"If you don't fight, how will you know the outcome? Fellow Daoist Wen, let's fight and let these ghosts know why our human race has been the master of Qingyu Continent for tens of millions of years!" A cloud of fire rolled all over his body, and he was surrounded by waves of fire. Under the cloud of fire, all the ghostly auras that invaded from the opposite side were burned away.
Lu Xiaotian felt strange for a while, the little Fire Crow, who was addicted to fire, unexpectedly didn't respond this time, could it be that he was full after inhaling a small wisp of Fanluo True Fire that was blown up last time?
"It's really a pity. Without Xiaoya, the fire addict, I will lose an important helping hand when I meet those fire monks in the future."
Lu Xiaotian was thinking about it, the war drums on both sides were already thundering, and on the side of the Wangyue Southern Wilderness Alliance, the Dharma drums made of monster skins rang together, even Lu Xiaotian was also a little bloody, and wanted to fight A desire. As for those low-level monks, under the vibration of the drums, they shouted.
On the opposite side of the ghost clan, countless bone hammers were beating on the drum, and several bone horns that were tens of feet long were slanted towards the sky. The desolate and strange long cry caused hundreds of thousands of ghosts of not lower rank to scream frantically.
The human race and the ghost race's army are like two huge torrents colliding together. In an instant, under the violent impact, the two colliding torrents are equal for a while, but the momentum of the collision is straight Yun Xiao, the space above his head seemed to tremble, with ripples appearing.
"Fellow Daoist Tiancan, follow me to fight against the crocodile elephant ghost king, and other late-stage great monks, each find their own opponents to fight. Everyone Wangyue, comrades in the Southern Wilderness, life and death, we will fight here! Kill!" Wen Changyun shouted loudly , the infinite golden sharp energy swept out like a whirlwind, a huge golden wheel emerged from behind Wen Changyun, and behind the huge golden wheel, there were six smaller golden wheels. Each one has a peculiar pattern on it, and the seven merged to lay down seven golden beams of light, sweeping towards the crocodile elephant ghost king like a pillar of thunder.
The Celestial Silkworm Evil Lord turned into a huge phantom of a golden silkworm with thousands of wings, flexibly scrolling in the air, and Wen Changyun killed the crocodile elephant ghost king. This crocodile-elephant ghost king was obviously more imposing than many ghost kings. Once the two big monks made a move, they didn't hold back at all.
On the other side, of course Zhao's tumbling fire clouds and You Yishui's thick ghost aura strangled together, one red and one black, like two raging seas that set off a raging turmoil. strangling each other.
