Chapter 892: Southern Wilderness Exorcism

At this time, the direction of Mochizuki's world of cultivating immortals changed again.

"Holy Land War Monk Fu Soldiers!" There are seven more people who are not yet at the early stage of Jindan, dressed in three-color Bodhi clothes, pinching the Buddha's formula with their hands, and forming a magic circle. A khaki aura emanated from each of them, converging together. Gathered into a huge statue of the warrior monk, the statue of the warrior monk is about ten feet high, like a vajra with glaring eyes, standing upright.

"Scattering talismans into soldiers!" The leading senior monk yelled, and waved a hundred strange earth-yellow talismans in his hand, each talisman outlined the image of a monk soldier with spiritual patterns.

The warrior monk Fa Xiang, who was formed by seven people, stretched out his left palm with a flat palm, and stretched forward slowly, and a hundred branches of spiritual light penetrated into the strange talisman. In an instant, the wind and sand blew up, and the ordinary foundation-building monks couldn't hold on to themselves, and were blown to this side by the wind and sand.

The foundation-building cultivator who was originally Wangyuexiu Immortal Realm was besieged. It was at the time when his mana was exhausted and he closed his eyes and waited to die. And he was also dizzy for a while, but this turbulent flow did not distinguish between enemy and friend.

The warrior monks formed by the seven gathered together gave off an aura, and a hundred strange talismans gathered together to form soldiers, becoming warrior monks in cassocks, each holding a Zen staff, and the monks' robes were agitated, and they rushed towards the monks of the Zhanyue Alliance .

"It seems that the Moon-Watching Alliance is going to put all their eggs in one basket. Let's fight them today." A group of Nascent Soul Ancestors from the Zhanyue League saw this huge change in the battlefield, and they were both worried and worried. Some expectations.

What I look forward to is to fight against the Mochizuki Alliance for two hundred years. Although the Zhanyue Alliance has always had an advantage, it has been unable to turn this advantage into a victory. Mochizuki's world of cultivating immortals has been guarding against danger, which has brought huge losses to the low-level monks of the Zhanyue League.

Now Mochizuki Immortal Cultivation World hole cards are turned over one by one, this sudden decisive battle seems very hasty, but this kind of haste may not be a good thing for both sides, if the War Moon Alliance has prepared early, Mochizuki Alliance has no chance at all. No, even if they won the final battle against Yuemeng, the price would be extremely heavy.

As for worry, it is natural that the five warships led by Lu Xiaotian became a new force on the battlefield. It was earlier and had the upper hand. Right now, the warships of both sides have lost a lot. Even in the airspace of the center line, there are several warships on each side. The number of injuries and the consumption of spirit stones are also astronomical.

In fact, at this time, Zhanyuemeng had already suffered some losses in the confrontation of warships. Lu Xiaotian was from Wangyue's world of cultivating immortals. The flying warship, together with a flying warship that was shot down, a flying kite warship, originally had no advantage compared with Mochizuki's world of cultivating immortals, and coupled with the hasty response to the battle, the warships rushed to the battlefield from their own factions. There is also a time difference in between.

At this time, several warships fell from the sky. The situation in the air was not optimistic, but there was a solution on the ground. As long as the monks on the ground are victorious and take strict precautions, the opponent's flying warships will not dare to rush down directly. This battle still has to be fought.

Sure enough, on the side of the Zhanyue League, ten Jindan cultivators dressed in gossip robes came with flying beasts with pedal mechanism, each holding a black sun flag on the left and right. Under the waving of the black sun flag, the ground shook for a while, and suddenly the tense In the middle of the closed mountain, a big hole appeared, and inside there were huge poisonous fire centipede mechanism beasts swinging their thick bodies. These centipedes were all black, with a pair of huge flying wings on their backs.

It was actually based on the silver-winged centipede monster. Sixty or seventy golden core-level centipede mechanism beasts flew from the air, opened their mouths wide, and spit out groups of blue-black blue flames from their mouths, flying towards the sky and covering the earth. Ming Ke leopard demon attack swept across. The large group of Ming Ke leopard monsters were furious, and they flew towards each other, fighting with these centipede mechanism beasts into a melee.

On the other side, a few huge wooden boats galloped briskly. Standing at the prow were rotten and deadly, tall monks in coir raincoats, with bare feet, each holding a huge soul bell magic weapon, and a white soul bell in one hand. Under the terrified eyes of the Zhan Yuemeng monks, these barefoot monks in coir raincoats shook the huge copper bell in their hands, and danced the soul pole in their hands.

On that boat, one after another sarcophagus slowly floated up, and when the sarcophagus opened, there were teeth-stinging rubbing sounds from above.

In an instant, there was a strong wind all around, and the rancid air rolled.

The sarcophagi floated from the boat to the ground, and there was a sound of howling ghosts and wolves.

An army of hundreds of demon corpses composed of human corpses, wolf corpses, and tiger corpses made this area like a purgatory on earth. The flags of darkness are flying, and the ghosts are afraid.

"Nanhuang corpse driving technique!" Wen Changyun, Xiao Tiannan and other Nascent Soul monks pressed their hands on the armrest of the chair, and they stood up straight away. Under the emotional fluctuations of several Nascent Soul ancestors, this The cave mansion almost collapsed immediately.

"Okay, okay, even the Ghost Corpse Sect from the Southern Desolation has come out to join in the fun. It seems that this decisive battle must be fought."

Wen Changyun and the others had no way out at this time. Wangyue Xiuxian world lured dozens of Jindan level Mingke leopard monsters from the depths of the ground in one breath, hundreds of monsters headed by them, plus a hundred spirit talisman monks and soldiers, they were fearless. Death is equivalent to gaining more than a hundred Golden Core cultivators for nothing. The warships in the sky right now, Mochizuki's advantage in the world of cultivating immortals is beginning to expand.

But the trump card that Zhan Yuemeng suddenly turned over was to quickly pull away the already dominant ground advantage, and the final decision between the two sides still depended on the ground and low-altitude monks. Not to mention the dozens of golden core-level centipede puppets that spit poisonous fire have already blocked the Ming Ke leopard demon.

The corpse exorcist who mobilized hundreds of corpses alone is enough to wipe out the two big underdogs in Mochizuki's world of cultivating immortals.

Hundreds of refining corpses, each of which has the strength of Jindan level, and this kind of refining corpse is powerful, not afraid of ordinary alchemy tools, and equally fierce and not deadly, ordinary monks will suffer greatly from fighting with them.

Luo Qing, the silver-armored woman, Di Yao, Yuan Hao, Lei Wantian, the white-haired woman, and hundreds of Golden Core cultivators are fighting fiercely. The manpower of Mochizuki Immortal Cultivation World is still at a disadvantage, and there is simply not enough manpower to spare. Luo Qing glanced at the battlefield with a worried expression. The gap between the two sides has once again widened. The balance of the war has begun to tilt towards Zhan Yuemeng.

At this time, the ancient sword sect, Yuanxing Palace, Xuanbingmen, Lingxiao Palace, Wanshouzong and other major sect monks who were fighting fiercely with Zhanyuemeng couldn't help but fall to the bottom of the valley.

Hundreds of corpses with astonishing evil aura and snarling screams joined together, and in the blink of an eye, they rushed into the monks and soldiers transformed by hundreds of strange talismans. If monks are fighting, they will use their own methods to decide the victory. will be able to do it. But this monk and soldier was transformed by a strange talisman, and the corpse refiner also had a vague spiritual consciousness and was born to eat blood.