Big Devil: Starting from refining flying zombies

Chapter 172
This is a rare pass in the Wanren Mountains, with towering mountains on both sides.

The army of cultivators in the Ten Thousand Devils' Nest, or they are driving standard flying instruments, shaped like a flock of crows coming out of their nests, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.

Or driving neatly arranged zombie puppets, carrying huge and hideous war equipment, shaking the ground.

Air and land advance side by side, wherever they pass, the aura is agitated.

The monsters that originally existed in the mountains were all female, curled up in the cave, and dared not come out at all.

Cultivators are originally existences with extremely high combat power alone, but now they are condensed into an army, and they have terrifying power, even the celestial phenomena have been changed.

Among Haohao Tangtang's expedition army.

Liang Xiao was dressed in a red robe, sitting cross-legged in a luxurious golden chariot, with a large pale gun lying in front of him.

It is being wiped carefully by him.

This chariot floats in the sky, and it is actually pulled by six Qingqiu that contain the blood of Jiaolong.

Such a magnificent style, in the whole army, is probably second only to the noble carriages of those cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage, and even many Jindan Patriarchs are not as good as him.

After all, he is one of the protagonists of the duel in the future. If he loses the limelight, wouldn't it be a joke for the Yaozu to see for nothing.

During the march, Liang Xiao looked into the distance, and saw that there was a thick fog ahead, but the terrain had already calmed down somewhat.

This means that outside the Wanren Mountains, the vast plain where the Western Desert Monster Race is stationed is not far away.

In this battle, Wanmoku dispatched a full 25 troops, preparing to rely on the strength of the pass in the Wanren Mountains to fight face-to-face with the Yaozu.

With the advantages of the terrain, the superiority of the Western Desert Monster Clan's troops will not allow it to be transformed into an absolute victory.

If it is defended, the Ten Thousand Devils Nest will be able to firmly block the forces of the monster clan outside the mountains.

Even if they can't beat them, the Ten Thousand Devils Nest can still use the pass to retreat and reject the dangerous city.

Only in that way, the natural barrier of the Wanren Mountains will be occupied by the monster race.

It is equivalent to advancing a huge part of the battle line to Liang Guo's side.

The battle between Liang Xiao and the monster monks will kick off this great battle.

"How, I'm afraid this is the first time you have experienced such a battle!"

"It is extremely common for cultivators to fight over magical artifacts, Taoist companions, and cultivation resources...."

"But once it reaches the level of war, it really won't happen once in hundreds of years."

"The last time Ten Thousand Devils Nest entered into a state of war was more than 400 years ago, when it competed with Tianyang Mountain for the territory of Yan Kingdom, but now that past event has become history in the hearts of many people!"

The old ghost of Hundred Tribulations, as the ancestor of the late Jindan stage, is naturally treated like a chariot in the air.

At this moment, he was sitting next to Liang Xiao, and when he came over via voice transmission, his tone was full of exclamation.

"Witnessing history and creating history, isn't this what you pursue on the road to immortality?"

"The war between the cultivators is indeed shocking, but I believe that this will only be a part of the scenery on my road to immortality, not the end."

Liang Xiao's heart was touched, and he said leisurely, before the battle, he had gathered the will to win.

As the saying goes, reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles.

Except for the 25 troops stationed in Judgment City, the [-] cultivator army was all dispatched.

Just talking about numbers seems insignificant.

But the golden chariot, flying among the clouds, is high above.

When Liang Xiao turned his head and looked down, the army of hundreds of thousands of cultivators was densely packed, covering the sky and covering the earth, and it was almost impossible to see the end at a glance.

This kind of encounter, not to mention ordinary people, even cultivators, only a very small number of people can experience it.

A quarter of an hour later, the army had completely walked out of the pass of Wanren Mountain.

On a small triangular plain outside the pass, the camp is waiting.

Taking advantage of the fact that many cultivators are arranging troops, setting up formations and large-scale war equipment.

When Liang Xiao saw the army formation of the monster clan that was more than a hundred kilometers away, the monster aura was soaring, and there was a hint of shock in his eyes.

There were ferocious monster cultivators with different appearances, wearing armor and holding swords that shone with aura.

Many monster cultivators have all kinds of large monsters under their crotches.

It is conceivable that once these monster cultivators control the monsters, they will charge.

Even if there are mountains ahead, they will be crushed, and even lakes and swamps will be trampled down!

Even when the banners are turned, they are connected together like black clouds.

In the end, there was a drastic change, and it was seen that under the connection of the demonic energy, it actually condensed into the shapes of various tigers, leopards, and giant bears.

These forms of aura are as huge as mountains, and they are the secret method of the Western Desert Monster Clan's army formation.

Although it seems illusory, it has the magical effect of deterring opponents and boosting morale.

It can even be condensed into an entity, helping the monster race to charge into battle, invincible to those who block it, and it is extremely useful on the battlefield.

Not to mention mortals, even low-level cultivators.

If one is alone and sees this scene from a distance, one may be horrified to death on the spot.

However, although the human race does not have the secret method of the army formation, its attainments in large-scale restraining formations are beyond the reach of the monster race.

Soon, a blood cloud formation swept out like a raging wave, firmly protecting the triangular plain at the pass.

Its aura is not inferior to the many secret methods of the Yaozu.

In the blood cloud formation, the wind was miserable, and ghosts were crying and gods were howling.

Being in it, Liang Xiao felt a kind of excitement and killing intent, which involuntarily surged into his heart.

And those low-level cultivators received more obvious boosts.

The speed is faster, the perception is sharper, the strength is stronger, and there is a layer of blood mist protection on the body surface, which greatly increases the defense.

"Boom! Boom boom!!!"

A deafening sound of war drums suddenly resounded from the monster clan's position, resounding throughout the world.

There was a savage atmosphere in its rhythm, even if you tried your best to cover your ears, the sound of this drum could not be blocked at all.

Even through the sound, the sound of this drum can make people's scalp numb, and the heart can't help beating with this rhythm.

Liang Xiao was fine, with a strong physique, and was not affected by a slight frown.

But he saw that many low-ranking disciples had blood rushing to their heads and faces, pinching their hearts in pain, and their expressions almost wanted to vomit blood!

On the contrary, the figures of all the monsters in the monster clan's position swelled by three points.

Muscles stretched out, and eyes were red, as if they had received some kind of blessing.

"It's the Kui Niu Divine Drum, one of the magic weapons of the Western Desert Monster Clan. It has been passed down for thousands of years. It is said to surpass the existence of magic weapons!"

The Baijie old ghost looked extremely fearful, as a craftsman, he knew very well what kind of terrifying things would be beyond magic weapons.

Such a big killer, carried out before the battle, makes people doubt whether the pass position will be swallowed up by these ferocious monsters in an instant.

"Isn't there anything like this in my Wanmo Nest?"

Liang Xiao took a deep breath. If there is no way to counter it, most of the low-level cultivators will be shocked to death by the air.

Without their control of zombies and many war machines, there would be no need to fight this battle.

"Don't worry, just take a look at the methods of my Supreme Elder of Wanmo Nest!"

Hearing the words, the old ghost of Hundred Tribulations raised his finger to the chariots above the sky, with a look of arrogance on his face.

Liang Xiao looked up slightly, only to see a little black light spinning and flying out of a divine chariot in the middle.

Presumably it was the magic weapon sacrificed by the Nascent Soul stage monk who was sitting in it.

I saw that little black light, like an eclipse of the sun, growing in the wind and expanding rapidly.

In the end, it turned into a black dragon with towering horns!

This demon dragon was as big as a huge mountain, with a pair of blood-colored dragon pupils, like two gas lamps, leaping into the air, stretching its scales and claws.

"Roar!!!"

It roared suddenly, and there was a sound wave visible to the naked eye.

Its momentum is like the tide of the river is turning backwards, and the sea is flowing across the river. It only takes a moment to resist the thunderous sound of Kui Niu's drum.

(End of this chapter)