Chapter 1013 Cangyang Blood Drum, Song of the Great Wilderness

After Luo Qing and Yuan Hao were killed, the number of human races at the first level of Yuan Ying was almost equal to that of ghost races.

Only relatively speaking, the disadvantages of low-level monks are still obvious.

At this moment, in Wangyue City, a huge blood-colored drum rose up, and the blood-colored drum appeared in the world, and a desolate and bloody breath spread like mercury across the battlefield thousands of miles around Wangyue City.

The big drums were more than ten feet in radius each, and an old man who was blind, judging by his cultivation, turned out to be a Nascent Soul cultivator, but this man was already a dead draft, and the vitality on his body was almost gone. A person whose feet have stepped into the gate of hell.

At a glance, it looks like a leaf in the wind, which may wither at any time. Immediately following the blind old man, there were fourteen or fifteen Nascent Soul cultivators with almost identical auras.

"Cangyang blood drum!"

The powerful men of the ghost clan cried out in shock when they saw the rising bloody drum. There are hundreds of clans in the ancient wilderness. The ancient monks fought to the south of the sky and the north of the earth, creating a world for the reproduction of the descendants. Countless ancient cultivators threw their heads and sprinkled their blood.

The sound of war drums shakes the night and wakes up the dawn. Those who fight, dressed in the setting sun, are tall and unyielding figures, dragging on the road of the journey for a long time.

Cangyang lies on the road, blood is spilled in the wild, bones are buried in the green hills, and the drums of the battle never stop.

"My human race can stand among thousands of races for countless years without fading, and coexist with heaven and earth for immortality. How can you and other dark races be insulted! Today, let you ghost clan, see our sages' ability to slay demons and eliminate ghosts Courage."

"Vast and mysterious, the sword shakes the barren land. Soaring, the blue sun is lying on the road, and the blood is weeping in the sky."

The blind old man, and the other fourteen souls, whose lifespan was running out, and the Nascent Soul monks who were unbearable to fight, chanted the Great Wilderness Song together.

The Great Wilderness Song complements the Cangyang Blood Drum exuding an ancient desolation.

"The Cangyang Blood Drum has already disappeared into this world with the ancient monks, and you have nothing more than an imitation in your hands. What are we afraid of, ghost clan!" Aodu Ghost King roared sharply, and many people were shocked. The ghost clan woke up. Although the low-level monks of the ghost clan accounted for the majority, once the morale fell, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Haha, although the real product of Cangyang Blood Drum is no longer in this world, the pioneering and bloody spirit of the ancient monks is eternal. This imitation can also let us understand the ancient cultivator's sages. The mind and spirit to fight in the wilderness!" The blind old man and others looked up to the sky and laughed, and then continued to sing the song of the wilderness.

"Fellow daoists, we don't have much time to wait, and the longest lifespan is only a dozen years or so. It is already unbearable. It is a great blessing to be able to understand the state of mind of the ancient monks in the remaining years."

"Drumming!"

"Vast and mysterious, the sword shakes the barren land. Soaring, the blue sun is lying on the road, and the blood is weeping in the sky."

Tom! A dozen or so Nascent Soul elders who had entered their dying years and had little life left, joined forces and hit the bloody drum.

A song of the Great Wilderness, desolate and grand, majestic with sadness and progress. The human races in the battle, including Lu Xiaotian, seem to have seen the wilderness where the trees were towering and the demons were rampant. The human race only occupied a corner of the land. The ancient monks sensed the power of heaven and earth, and began to survive tenaciously in the battles of many races. , to open up living space. Countless people fell on the way of the battle, the sun was stained with blood, but countless people continued to fight.

Blood, crisis, mixed with the sadness of unfulfilled ambitions.

"It's towering, the Cangyang is lying on the road. It's blustery, and the blood is weeping in the sky."

Tom tom tom tom tom tom tom tom tom tom tom tom tom tom tom tom tom. A dozen nascent soul monks fought the blood drum together with the remaining strength of their lives. Bring countless people into this sad and generous artistic conception, full of desolation and full of blood. As the sound of drums penetrated into people's hearts one after another, countless monks sang the Great Wilderness Song in unison.

Lu Xiaotian's heart was full of enthusiasm when he heard it, and even his mana was running a little faster than usual. I couldn't help being startled, and glanced at the dozen or so old men who were in the middle of the air, beating the big drum with the strength of their remaining lives, and singing in unison. While resonating in Lu Xiaotian's heart, he also had a burst of enlightenment. It seems that it is not as simple as making them resonate at such a cost.

This Cangyang Blood Drum is based on the method of an ancient cultivation tool. Although it is an imitation, it can also arouse the energy and blood of monks and stimulate the potential of immortal cultivators. It's just that this Cangyang Blood Drum is just an imitation after all. The impact on Nascent Soul monks is minimal.

But looking at those Jindan, Foundation Establishment, and Qi Refining cultivators' excited expressions, their energy and energy are all different from before. The battlefield with a radius of thousands of miles was completely shrouded in this blood drum of Cangyang. The entire human race is in a state of great momentum. Although the number is much lower than that of ghosts.

But the Cangyang blood drum not only improved strength, but also brought all the monks into the tragic feeling of the sages opening up the living space. With the same hatred and common progress, the strength that has been exerted has made great strides, and even further, it has suppressed the aura of the ghost clan.

Tom tom drums sounded one after the other, countless human blood spilled on the battlefield, but more ghosts fell, Peng, an old man with a nascent soul exhausted, his mana exhausted, and turned into a wisp of fly ash , Disappeared in the air, "The blood drum of Cangyang appeared in the world, reappearing the scene of the ancient Xiu's battle. I can see this scene, and I will have no regrets in this life. It is a pity that I did not witness the victory of our human race. Forget the good news, the old man is one step ahead."

In the void, the old man's voice gradually drifted, became weaker, and then disappeared, but the heroic and desolate feeling of going to death was deeply imprinted in everyone's mind.

"Fellow Daoist Canghong, don't be in a hurry, the old man is here." The blind old man followed closely behind and disappeared into nothingness.

"It's towering, the blue sun is lying on the road. It's full of blood, weeping in the sky. Fighting ghosts in the star field, striking ten thousand monsters in Moyuan. Sweeping the howling of the four, and calming the barbarian enemies. .The dragon fights in the wild, its blood is black and yellow"

People kept dying in battle, but the sound of the Great Wilderness Song chanted by tens of thousands of monks was higher and higher one after another. Faintly gathered into a mass of great luck of the human race, mighty in the sky, the raging ghost aura that soared into the sky, even faintly felt suppressed.

Yuan Hao made a move, and the Lieyang double-handed sword refined by the ancient sword sect with a special method was like two rounds of scorching sun flying through the sky, fighting fiercely with a skeleton ghost king.

On Luo Qing's side, it was still like a glamorous and noble lonely moon. After the sword was released, there was also a mystery of the moonlight revealed from the clouds, but it was still sharp.

Fifty or sixty Nascent Soul cultivators fought fiercely with the ghost king, killing the world repeatedly. Under the encouragement of Cangyang's blood drum, the low-level human race has already swept away their previous decline. Within the thousands of miles of battle field, the sound of killing and screaming screamed together. In the sky and on the earth, blood and energy spread all over the world, killing the sun and the moon without light. Lu Xiaotian and the wolf scorpion ghost king in front of him also rolled to Wangyue City, and then fought from inside the city to outside the city.