Chapter 356 The decisive battle in Fairy Cat Valley

Pingtianhou was shocked: "This palace is even bigger than the last one!"

The surrounding light flickered, the earth trembled, and the light of the palace spread thousands of miles, illuminating the entire battlefield.

Immediately afterwards, Guangling Hall turned into a figure. This figure was none other than Ping Tianhou.

Pingtian Hou Xuying stretched out his hand and directly took all the sword shadow of Yongye into his hand.

Ping Tianhou was even more shocked when he saw this scene.

He has always wondered why Henry Zhang could break his sword Yongye.

Why can the other party perform the same moves as himself?

Therefore, he slowly concocted the plan and forced the opponent to use his backhand.

Now, everything is clear.

This palace can actually copy another self.

"This... magical power is so weird!" Ping Tianhou secretly thought in his heart.

After the phantom of Pingtianhou transformed by Guangling Hall absorbed Yongye's sword, he slashed out a sword directly at Pingtianhou.

Ping Tianhou was shocked and quickly drew out his sword to block the fatal blow.

The earth cracked, mountains collapsed, and pieces turned into dust.

The tip of Pingtianhou's sword pierced the sky, piercing the shadow like lightning.

The shadow nimbly dodged and waved the sword in his hand. The light of the sword was like rain, showering on Ping Tianhou.

Ping Tianhou was filled with shock and confusion. He could not understand why this palace could copy his own moves.

The sword in his hand was filled with light and stabbed at the shadow.

Xuying waved the sword in his hand to resist Ping Tianhou's attack.

The two sword lights collided fiercely in the air, erupting into dazzling rays of light.

The phantoms of Pingtianhou and Guanglingdian came and went, their swordsmanship and magical powers continued to show, and they reached a deadlock for a while.

Henry Zhang had already left the battlefield between the two and flew towards the Fairy Cat Valley.

At this time, a fierce battle was taking place in the Fairy Cat Valley.

Tens of thousands of monks are engaged in a life-and-death struggle with hundreds of millions of locusts.

The black locusts flapped their wings and made a deafening noise, as if they were going to swallow up the entire Fairy Cat Valley.

The monks' spiritual power was rolling in the sea of ​​Qi. They were holding talismans, spiritual knives, spiritual swords, spiritual halberds and other weapons, and they set up various formations to resist the locust attack.

"Everyone, be careful, these locusts are extremely ferocious, don't take it lightly!" Zhang Meng, the elder of the second clan, shouted to everyone while directing the on-site battle.

"Understood!" All the monks responded in unison, with firm expressions.

The monks tried their best, their swords flashed, their spells surged, and they started a fierce fight with the locusts.

They either jumped up or rolled on the spot to avoid the locust attacks and at the same time fought back with the weapons in their hands.

For a moment, sword light flashed on the battlefield, blood spattered, screams and roars intertwined together, forming a thrilling scene.

At the same time, these hard-to-kill locusts also showed amazing fighting power.

The hard shells on their bodies made it difficult for the monks' attacks to cause fatal damage, and the speed at which they devoured flesh and blood was astonishing, making it impossible for the monks to resist.

A large number of corpses piled up like mountains, and blood stained the entire battlefield red.

The number of locusts was so great that the monks gradually fell into trouble.

"It's over..."

Zhang Meng was currently resisting five second-order locusts and watched helplessly as the battle situation on the Immortal Cat Valley monks' side fell into decline.

"Is it true that our Fairy Cat Valley will become extinct on this day?" Zhang Meng was a little unwilling.

At this moment, a familiar figure appeared.

"Ten clan elders?"

"Isn't he being chased by Marquis Pingtian? Why is he here?"

Everyone is puzzled.

Henry Zhang waved his hand.

40 holy corpses carrying coffins rushed toward the locusts like a black storm.

The locust tide surged, and the holy corpse rushed to the front and was submerged in the locust tide.

These holy corpses did not show the slightest fear, but showed a fanatical fighting spirit.

They spit out streams of corpse fire. The flames were like the fire of purgatory, burning the locust's body and making a "cracking" sound.

The locust's body began to decay, emitting a putrid smell.

As if seeing delicious food, the holy corpse grabbed these locusts and stuffed them into its mouth, sucking the flesh and blood of the locusts.

Everyone can even see the expressions of satisfaction on the faces of these holy corpses, as if they are enjoying a feast.

The monks in Fairy Cat Valley have never found this terrifying scene so reassuring as they do now.

The flames were blazing, the smoke was filling, and the thick corpse gas gave these locusts a hint of fear.

The battle situation is once again balanced.

Soon several holy corpses were damaged.

Henry Zhang took out five second-level puppet monsters, and the Purple Flame Demon Spider, Hundred-Eyed Golden Toad, Dark Ghost Vampire, etc. all rushed out.

He himself integrated the golden dragon scissors into his legs and the weapon-breaking hammer into his left arm, and fought hard in the siege of more than a dozen second-order locusts.

Crossing his legs and sweeping across, half of a second-order locust's body was blown apart.

The fist of his left arm was smashed, and several second-level locusts could not stop it.

Zhang Xuan alone actually suppressed these dozen second-order locusts.

At this time, even Fan Zhiyi, who was fighting against eight second-level monsters alone, was stunned.

"Is this still the middle stage of foundation building? The combat power shown is not weaker than the golden elixir."

With the ten clansmen pressing the formation, the momentum of the foundation-building monks suddenly increased.

Zhang Meng used his body and sword to fight five second-level locusts on his own, making these locusts retreat step by step.

Iron Heart led the 20 foundations of the King's Fort to form a battle group, surrounded 20 second-level locusts, and killed them through formations and talismans.

Even the old patriarch who was refining his fighting power was surrounded by ghostly aura, constantly devouring the souls of the first-order locusts.

The human monks were as powerful as a rainbow, forming a faint suppressive force on these locusts.

At this time, Beichen Dongtian was also paying attention to this battle.

After the Locust changed defenses, there were hundreds of battles in the closed area.

However, Fairy Cat Valley is the most special.

Immortal Cat Valley used the power of one valley to resist a large army under Ping Tianhou.

This is incredible!

"What is going on over there in the Immortal Cat Valley? How can there be such a high combat power?" Shen Dongzi, the leader of Beichen Dongtian, was very puzzled.

The white-bearded old man said: "The Immortal Cat Valley only came to prominence when the locust tide came. I had never heard of it before."

"Most of the troops used by Yigu to fight alone in the Eastern War Zone require at least hundreds of foundations, and monks at the peak of the Golden Core to stop the most powerful Pingtianhou."

"Yeah, let alone a small Fairy Cat Valley, even giant forces like Qingyun Sect and Tianmo Sect probably don't have such strong combat power."

"Is this Fairy Cat Valley a hidden family?"

"That's the only way to explain it now."

"If it is a hidden family, how can it succumb to the third-class affiliated forces under Qingyun Sect? We must try our best to make good friends."

"Yes, I will immediately throw more supply boxes to Fairy Cat Valley."

"The situation of the war is still unclear, so don't take action yet. If Fairy Cat Valley is wiped out in this battle, everything will be in vain."

"What if the Fairy Cat Valley repels the locusts?" the white-bearded old man asked.