Chapter 1007: The Decisive Battle of the Eastern Wasteland (1)

If he stayed on the front line and fought, he didn't know how many battles he would have to fight. The most important point was that if he stayed on the front line and fought, Wang Changsheng had too many worries and did not dare to use the magical powers attached to the "Kui Shui Sutra" for fear of being seen by other immortal cultivators. What I practice is the "Kui Shui Sutra".

"To harass the rear, this time it is not to go around the five sea areas that the aliens have captured, but to go around to the aliens' lair to cause trouble and cooperate with the frontline war."

After the aliens captured the five sea areas, in order to completely occupy the territory and also to guard against the human race, the alien race massively increased their troops and deployed heavy troops at various strategic points. The human race had previously attacked these strategic points and suffered heavy losses. This time, they changed their thinking and entered the alien race's lair. Force the foreign races to return reinforcements and cooperate with the frontline counterattack.

Wang Ruyan's beautiful eyes flashed and she asked: "Going around to the alien clan's lair to cause trouble? Are they all Nascent Soul cultivators?"

"There are some pill-forming monks, not many in number. Let them help us as a small favor. We have already selected the manpower."

The young woman in the green skirt smiled and explained that during the long-distance attack, the Danjie monks could help out, by searching for property, entangling the aliens in the Danjie stage, etc.

Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan looked at each other. They said nothing but made a decision in their hearts.

Going around to the rear to harass, there were not many immortal cultivators present, so Wang Changsheng could let go of his hands and feet without much scruples.

"Okay! In that case, let us and my wife take a trip! Our tribe must retreat to the rear for repairs."

Li Tianyang was overjoyed when he heard this and said: "No problem, but your people can't evacuate to the rear immediately. As soon as you move forward, your people will evacuate on the back. If the spies of the foreign tribe know this, it will be difficult not to suspect it. I can guarantee it." , your clansmen will not fight in the next war, and before the decisive battle, they will be transferred to the rear, so as to minimize the risk."

With the fall of Wanxian Island, the danger of traitors is extremely high. In order to prevent leaks, Wang Qingling and others cannot retreat to the rear immediately.

Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan expressed their understanding and followed Li Tianyang to the treasure house.

Considering that it would be dangerous to fight deep into the foreign race's lair, Wang Ruyan chose a fourth-level low-grade defensive talisman and a five-element heavenly armor talisman. Wang Changsheng chose a bottle of Nine-turn Tianxin Pill. The Nine-turn Tianxin Pill is a fourth-grade low-grade healing elixir. There are five pills in total.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, Mrs. Wang, if you can kill a foreign race in the Nascent Soul stage, you can also receive a treasure. The more foreign races in the Nascent Soul stage you kill, the greater the credit will be. If you defeat the foreign race and distribute the territory, You can gain more territory.”

Li Tianyang said meaningfully that Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan belonged to his stronghold. If Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan performed meritorious services, he would also be able to get some credit.

Wang Changsheng nodded and said: "We understand, Fellow Daoist Li, our clansmen will have you to take care of them."

Less than a quarter of an hour later, Wang Changsheng's five men and ten Danjie monks used the teleportation array to leave Golden Dragon Island.

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The Eastern Wasteland is a vast plain.

Two huge cities stood on the plain, hundreds of miles apart.

On the wall of the Demon Rejection City, Xiaoyao Sword Master and more than a dozen Yuanying monks stood on the wall, looking solemnly at the opposite side. Wang Qingshan and other dozens of pill-forming monks surrounded Xiaoyao Sword Master and others.

On Wang Qingshan's left is Liu Mei'er, on his right is a tall middle-aged man and a young man in black robe as thin as a bamboo pole.

The middle-aged man was wearing a red python robe, exuding a faint herbal fragrance, Lin Yunlong, with eight layers of elixirs.

The young man in black robe has a stern face and his eyebrows are like daggers. Song Mei, the newly promoted senior brother of Wangui Valley, has an eighth level of alchemy.

Next to Liu Meier were Cheng Zhenyu and Zheng Nan.

In addition to Wang Qingshan and the others, Lin Yunlong also invited Cheng Zhenyu and Zheng Nan. Zheng Nan has a unique spiritual technique that can capture people's souls and can play an important role at critical moments. Cheng Zhenyu is a swordsman, and the couple join forces to kill There are many half-demon in the pill formation stage who are famous in this battlefield.

The six people joined forces, but Lin Yunlong didn't believe that Cheng Xiaotian could not be killed. The two monks who shared the joys and sorrows died tragically in the hands of Cheng Xiaotian. Lin Yunlong wanted to eat Cheng Xiaotian alive, with murderous intent in his eyes.

Xiaoyao Jianzun and other ten Nascent Soul cultivators flew out of the Demon Rejecting City, and ten Nascent Soul stage demons also flew high into the sky.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, are you going to have a decisive battle?" Aren't you afraid of losing?

A young woman in a green dress sneered. Her clothes were embroidered with several lifelike green snakes.

"Mrs. Qing, you monsters killed us humans, it's time to settle this debt with you."

Xiaoyao Sword Master said with a cold face.

"Hmph, it's just the jungle of the jungle, stop talking nonsense, just fight if you want, leave this to the juniors!"

The young woman in the green skirt jumped up and flew high into the sky. Xiaoyao Sword Master was not afraid at all and turned into a ray of blue light and chased after her.

Lin Siruo and others looked for the target and flew high into the sky.

Soon, there was a huge roar and billowing air waves from high in the sky.

"Bang the drum and go to war."

A low drum sound sounded on the wall of the Demon Rejection City, and dozens of pill-forming monks flew out. Cheng Xiaotian led dozens of half-demon in the pill-forming stage to greet them, followed by dozens of third-level monsters.

Tens of thousands of low-level monks rushed out of the Demon Rejection City and fought with the low-level monsters.

The human monks gathered together in twos and threes and arranged battle formations to fight against the enemy. The monsters were also arranged according to their attributes and released spells to attack the immortal cultivators from a distance.

For a moment, all kinds of magic lights exploded in the air, like fireworks, and the shouts of killing rose to the sky.

Cheng Xiaotian was sitting on the back of a giant red crane, and there were ten powerful half-demon in the pill formation stage beside him.

Colorful spiritual lights suddenly lit up in the void, turned into colorful petals, and flew toward Cheng Xiaotian overwhelmingly amid a gust of wind.

Song Mei offered up a white bone flag, waved it slightly, and the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howling was loud, and a large black ghost shadow flew out and rushed towards the opposite side.

Zheng Nan and Cheng Zhenyu stood on a white cloud. Zheng Nan concentrated on playing, and blue wind blades flew out, like meteors falling to the ground, towards the opposite side.

Cheng Zhenyu took out four yellow flying swords, with the sword tips facing inward, and combined them into a round wheel. They quickly rotated and turned into a yellow rainbow light, heading straight for Cheng Xiaotian. Wherever the yellow rainbow light passed, a harsh sound sounded in the void. The sound breaks through the air.

Wang Qingshan sacrificed nine green flying swords, nine transformed into eighteen, eighteen transformed into thirty-six...

Soon, thousands of cyan flying swords appeared in front of him, each one like a solid body, emitting clear sword sounds.

"go."

Thousands of cyan flying swords rushed towards Cheng Xiaotian, as if thousands of arrows were fired in unison, with terrifying momentum.

Lin Yunlong sacrificed a red porcelain bottle, sprayed out a large red flame, turned into a huge red fire dragon, and rushed towards the opposite side.