Chapter 727: The Ant Maya Shakes the Tree

Xuezhou is located in the north of Longteng, the climate is bitter and cold, not only sparsely populated, but also the environment is worse than other places in Longteng.

The sky in Selangor is shrouded in thick clouds almost all year round, and it is rare to see the sun.

However, on this day, as the huge fleet of spirit ships continued to rush forward, the dark clouds accumulated over the years began to dissipate, and the fleet arrived, and the sun shone.

In the dark, almost all Longteng monks have a feeling of destiny.

On a huge building boat headed by it, there were several figures standing tall, it was Huang Liang, Yuan Changcun, Guang Jing and others, looking at the scene on the other side of Tianhe, the expressions of the three were solemn.

The previous battle had already shown them the strength and treachery of the blood clan. This time, the Dragon Cultivation World could almost be said to have come out in full force. If they could not win in one battle, then there would be no future for the Dragon.

It's not that they don't want to know more about the blood race, but that they don't have time to learn about it.

Judging from the only information available, if Longteng Realm wants to drive out the foreign enemies, it can only make a quick decision, and there is no delay at all. The longer the delay, the more unfavorable it will be for Longteng.

So even though this battle came in a hurry, Long Teng had no choice but to bite the bullet.

When the three of them were observing the situation in Tianhe, they were also constantly exchanging their opinions. Next to them were the monks of the three overlords, who passed on the orders of the three of them.

Lu Ye was standing not far from the three of them.

Half a day ago, monk Longteng in Medicine Valley, led by Huang Liang and others, set off to join the coalition forces from other places who came to support them, and approached Tianhe.

Lu Ye naturally followed.

Not to mention that he has already seen the ultimate goal of his trip to the secret realm of the Dragon Realm, so he can't stay in Medicine Valley alone, and even if he has the merits of killing blood clans, he can't stay idle.

His current cultivator is only at the sixth level of Yunhe, and if he wants to advance to the seventh level, it is not enough to rely on less than 30,000 combat achievements.

He needs more.

This kind of battle that can determine the survival of a world, if it works well, the military exploits will definitely not be too small, maybe after this time, he will have enough capital to attack the seventh or even eighth level...

Huang Liang and the others had already discussed it properly, and when they looked forward, they saw the blood on the Tianhe side, and even if they were separated by tens of miles, they could feel the strong fighting spirit of the blood clan.

Except for the monks who fled into the Medicine Valley before, the other monks have never been in contact with the blood race, but in recent days, everyone has heard the news about the blood race and knows the strange secrets of the blood race, so many people have looked nervous.

On the buildings and boats, the teachers comforted the disciples and stimulated their fighting spirit, and the voices of impassioned voices kept coming and going.

"Little friend, when the battle starts, it will be extremely chaotic, so be careful." Huang Liang turned his head and warned Lu Ye.

Having already decided in his heart that he was the one who saved the world, Huang Liang naturally cared more about Lu Ye's safety than anyone else.

Originally, he didn't want to bring Lu Ye to such a dangerous place, but after thinking about it, if Lu Ye was really the one who saved the world, no matter where he was, he would definitely be involved in this storm.

Rather than letting him stay in Medicine Valley, it is better to put him under his nose, so that if there is any danger, he can take care of it.

"Junior, take note." Lu Ye nodded.

After a moment of silence, Huang Liang warned softly again: "Don't use the dragon seat lightly!"

If Lu Ye is really the one who saves the world, then the dragon seat must be the means of saving the world, and it is the response method of the dragon's interface to face the catastrophe, but the dragon seat is too harmful to use.

Zhuang Bufan's end, Huang Liang is clear, Lu Ye is only at the sixth level of Yunhe now, once he uses the dragon seat, he may die immediately.

Lu Ye nodded.

I can't help but recall the previous scenes in my mind.

Before Zhuang Bufan died, he handed over the dragon seat to him. Naturally, he has not been idle these days and has been studying this fetish.

Faintly, he had a feeling that the dragon seat had some natural intimacy with him.

He didn't know if Zhuang Bufan had this feeling when he owned the Dragon Seat, and he has no place to ask now, but it is very likely that he didn't.

The little doctor said that Zhuang Bufan didn't get the Dragon Seat's approval, so he couldn't control it. Forcibly acting on it would cause great harm to himself.

But what if it can be recognized by the Dragon Seat? Is it possible to control it?

Lu Ye didn't dare to try. If things were not what he thought, rashly trying would only make his situation worse.

The reason why Zhuang Bufan was on the verge of running out of energy was because after he got the Dragon Seat, he aroused its power and wanted to see what it was, but that time, he didn't use it for battle...

In the past few days, Lu Ye would try to refine the dragon seat whenever he had free time, and the progress was very smooth. This fetish did not reject his spiritual power at all, but felt that he couldn't wait to accept it.

As of today, Lu Ye has completely refined the Dragon Seat, ready to arouse its power at any time.

This is undoubtedly good news for him, no matter how bad the situation is, he has a trump card that he can use after all.

The fleet continued to move forward, and quickly crossed dozens of miles.

There is no mobilization before the battle. What should be said has already been said before the departure. Facing an invading enemy like the blood race, there is only one thing that Brother Longteng needs to do.

kill!

Kill all the blood races, then the crisis of Long Teng can be resolved.

As the distance got closer and closer, many Long Teng monks all secretly stimulated their spiritual power, ready to go.

Five thousand feet, three thousand feet, one thousand feet...

The unique face of the blood race has clearly entered the eyes of Brother Longteng.

Accompanied by an ear-shattering buzzing sound, the building where Lu Ye was on shook suddenly, and a beam of light as thick as a bucket struck forward like a wandering thunder.

But it was the formation on the spirit boat that showed its power.

There are flying dragon boats in Kyushu that can attack cities and fortresses, so Longteng naturally has them too.

It's just that because the upper limit of the Dragon Soaring cultivator is not high, this kind of spirit ship is much less powerful than a flying dragon ship, and it is extremely difficult to build.

In the entire Longteng world, there are only ten such warships in total, and they are all controlled by the three overlord sects.

One ship was lost in the war a few days ago, and now there are only nine ships left.

Now these nine battleships were all driven out, lined up in a row, and at the same time as the first buzz sounded, the other eight sounded almost simultaneously.

The beam of light rushing away was not one, but a total of nine!

The land of thousands of feet disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the Nine Paths were extremely tyrannical. The attack that the monks in the Cloud River Realm could not resist hit the huge altar on that side.

Killing blood clans is important, but pulling the altar is even more important.

As long as this traction altar can be destroyed, the coming of the blood world can be delayed, and at the same time, the blood race in front of you can be isolated and helpless.

If he could do this, then Long Teng would be invincible in this battle.

This is also the plan that Huang Liang and others discussed in advance.

A pair of eyes converged, and everyone's heart rose.

The nine beams of light carried the destructive force, and broke through nine vacuum zones in the void, leaving clearly visible marks as they passed along the way.

Some blood clans who had set up a formation in front were accidentally affected by the beam of light, and they didn't even have time to react, so they turned into blood mist and disappeared.

Such a terrifying power, no matter what material the altar is built with, once it is bombarded, there will be nothing left.

However, just as the nine beams of light were about to fall on the altar, a thick blood-colored light curtain suddenly appeared out of thin air, covering the entire altar.

Boom boom boom...

When the loud noise came out, beams of light rippled on the blood-colored light curtain, spreading outward like concentric circles.

Seeing this scene, Huang Liang and the others gritted their teeth.

Although he had expected it, when he actually saw the blood race set up a protective circle beside the traction altar, he still felt unwilling.

"ridiculous."

In the blood camp, the blood owl looked at this scene indifferently, with a calm expression on his face.

The blood race has invaded an unknown number of realms, and they have long been familiar with how to deal with the scene in front of them, so no matter what the Longteng Realm's reaction is, it is within the blood race's expectation.

How can such an important existence as the traction altar be without formation protection?

Moreover, the formations set up by the blood races are definitely not something that can be deciphered by the Longteng Realm.

In other words, it is not Long Teng who is invincible in this battle, but the blood clan!

"Come again!" Huang Liang shouted.

Boom boom boom...

It was another round of attack, and nine bucket-thick beams of light blasted towards the altar like thunder dragons, but apart from making ripples on the bloody light curtain, they had no effect at all.

The power of this layer of protective magic circle has already exceeded the limit that Brother Longteng can deal with.

"Come again!" Huang Liang drank again.

He didn't believe it, this protective circle could continue like this forever.

Boom boom boom...

When the beam of light dissipated and the spiritual power subsided, the scene printed in front of my eyes made people despair.

"Damn it!" Huang Liang's angry beard was shaking, before he could give another order, Yuan Changcun stopped him: "There is no way to continue."

After three consecutive strong attacks in a short period of time, the magic circle on the spirit boat was a bit overwhelmed. If there was another attack, no matter whether the protective magic circle over there could withstand it, the spirit boat on our side would definitely not be able to resist.

Guang Jing sighed slightly at the side, if he had known this earlier, it would be better to bombard the blood clan camp, so that at least it would cause some damage to the blood clan.

But then again, this kind of attack takes a long time to accumulate momentum and is not flexible enough, so it is generally used to attack cities and fortresses. If it is really used to deal with a single monk, the monk who senses the danger before the momentum is over I'm afraid he has already run away.

So even if this is done, the impact on the blood race will not be too great.

The spirit boat is useless, so they can only charge forward and fight.

In this battle, I don't know how many monks Longteng will die here.

With great grief, Huang Liang raised his hand, and under the eyes of everyone, he waved it down suddenly: "Kill!"

In the next moment, the monks from the three overlord sects took the lead to rise up against the air, brazenly killing towards the blood defense line, followed closely behind the monks from the three overlord sects, monks from all the big and small forces of Longteng rushed up one after another.

Let's fight!