Big Devil: Starting from refining flying zombies

Chapter 176
It was like a taut thread suddenly snapped on the battlefield.

I saw the huge plain battlefield.

The blank area between the Western Desert Monster Clan and the Ten Thousand Devils Nest is being quickly filled by the tide-like army of the Monster Clan.

Hundreds of thousands of cultivators from the demon clan charged together, what an earth-shattering movement.

The gravel on the entire plain was churning like fried beans, as if the ground was about to be crushed!
The sound of Kui Niu Divine Drum became louder and louder, and it turned into an illusory one-legged bull, rushing straight to Xiaohan.

In the clouds of the sky, they fought with the black-scaled dragon of the Huntian Demon Dragon Banner.

Defending the Wanmo Nest side of the pass of the Wanren Mountains.

In the army's position, magic weapon bows and crossbows sounded like buzzers.

Countless arrow feathers with explosive talismans and poisonous gas fell like raindrops.

At every moment, there are monster cultivators hit by arrows, screaming and falling on the back of monster beasts, and then being crushed into flesh by those who came after them.

The huge war equipment, pulled by the brute force of a group of zombies, tightened the chain and noose tightly.

The earth shook and the mountains shook, enough to smash a huge boulder that smashed a mountain, and it was projected like a meteorite.

During the violent friction with the air, ear-piercing screams and flames erupted, and each boulder could flatten a large area.

Scarlet blood spattered from the edge of the boulder like graffiti.

Even if the counterattack from the Wanmoku side is so amazing.

But the offensive of the monster army was like a stormy wave crashing on the shore. These monster cultivators who had already fallen into a state of madness didn't know what it meant to back down.

Soon, the low-level cultivators on both sides had sacrificed their magical weapons and started handing over soldiers.

The casual cultivators on the outermost layer looked at the monster knights who were getting closer and closer in fear.

He was just about to sacrifice the magic weapon, but he suddenly caught a glimpse of the monks who sacrificed the magic weapon in front of them, and died tragically under the spell of the golden core stage cultivator of the monster race.

I saw those people howling miserably, all their flesh and blood were sucked away, and finally even the roaring souls were no exception.

Sanxiu was frightened crazy, the cruelty and ruthlessness on the battlefield exceeded his imagination.

He subconsciously wanted to use the escape technique and stay away from the battlefield.

In the end, before he could take two steps, he was thrown down from behind by a leopard demon cultivator.

The leopard demon's sharp claws directly tore open his body shield, removed his ribs, dug out his bloody heart, and swallowed it into his belly.

This cruel scene was just an insignificant part of the battlefield.

A low-level cultivator is at risk, but a cultivator of Jindan and above is far more dangerous in fighting skills than a hundred times.

The high-level practitioners on both sides should not only seize every opportunity to attack the enemy's low-level and middle-level monks.

Moreover, when the hostile high-level cultivator entangles him, he must be able to tell the winner as soon as possible.

In the sky and on the ground, there are golden elixir powerhouses flying across the sky.

There were even Golden Core cultivators who were besieged by several Golden Core opponents, and their magic weapons were smashed, and their blood spilled into the sky.

At this moment, under the influence of such a large-scale battle, the celestial phenomena are completely unreadable.

The gloomy wind is miserable, ghosts are crying and gods are howling, and the boundary between heaven and earth seems to have been reversed.

The lives of these cultivators who are usually high above are burning crazily every minute and every second during the war.

There are red-eyed cultivators everywhere, and it is already an endless hell.

And at the very center of the battlefield, the place where the Young Wolf Lord and Liang Xiao died.

The Nascent Soul cultivators belonging to both sides are confronting each other from afar.

Among them, there are seven monster clan leaders, not only the leader of the porpoise clan who fought before the battle, but also the leaders of other clans.

Such as deer, snake, rhinoceros, monkey, elephant, bear.

There are five people on the Ten Thousand Demon Nest side, two Supreme Elders including the Ten Thousand Demon Nest Demon Punishment, and three Supreme Emperors from the mortal kingdom.

More than ten great monks in the Nascent Soul stage, just from each other, the terrifying aura that escaped from each other turned into a terrifying spiritual vortex under the collision of energy mechanisms.

This vortex alone is enough to shatter the bodies of practitioners below the Golden Core level.

However, the Nascent Soul stage battle strength of both sides, staring at the figures of Young Wolf Lord and Liang Xiao on the ground, fell into a strange stalemate.

The place where the two are located is also like the eye of a storm, but it is extremely calm.

"The two sides in the duel seem to have died together, but in fact they both survived. Maybe we can try to save the wolf cub, otherwise the crazy old wolf will definitely chase us and bite us a few times!"

One of the great Nascent Soul cultivators with huge antlers on their heads had their eyes flickering, and the elongated pupils burst into a breathtaking light.

He stared at the young wolf master for a moment, and then transmitted voices to the other demon cultivators.

"I'm afraid it won't be easy. That old guy, Mo Xing, has unfathomable strength. Although our side has the upper hand, the risk of robbing people under his nose is still too great!"

The leader of the Snake Clan slowly shook his head, and said again through voice transmission: "And what you can see, the other party must have seen it too, and they have already made preparations."

"At this time, whoever loses his temper first will be at a disadvantage!"

Sure enough, Elder Mo Xing's old eyes, which seemed to be closed but not closed, were also looking at Liang Xiao, wondering what he was thinking.

"It doesn't matter, just do it directly, if you wait a little longer, you are still dead!"

"We will do our best, forgive the wolf lord for not being able to say anything!"

"If necessary, we can exchange hostages with the other party. Anyway, Liang Xiao's injury seems to be far worse than that of the wolf cub. He is almost dead!"

After the Yaozu side reached a consensus, the Nascent Soul battle broke out in an instant.

Six Nascent Souls from the Yaozu teamed up to block the way of the five opponents.

And the leader of the monkey tribe with the strongest escape speed tried to move to the side of the young wolf master in an instant, and put him into the magic weapon of space.

"How can the old man let you do what you want!"

The Elder Mo Xing was like a volcano erupting, erupting with power, and he had a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivation base.

He alone responded to the siege of two opponents, and made a magic seal with his formula.

I saw a ferocious ghost coming out of a ghost raising bag. There were so many ghosts, it turned out to be the ghost king of the first Yuanying stage.

Although the ghost king's combat power is the worst group in the Nascent Soul stage, it is enough to hold back the opponents of the same level for a while.

In this way, another Nascent Soul cultivator was spared on the Ten Thousand Devils Nest side.

This extra Nascent Soul monk looks middle-aged, wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and a purple gold crown on his head, exuding a lofty aura.

He appeared next to Liang Xiao and Young Wolf Lord almost at the same time as the leader of the monkey tribe.

Both parties understand that the possibility of rescuing a person under the hands of a great Nascent Soul cultivator at the same level is almost zero.

"King Liang, you and I will each save the arrogance of the clan, regardless of whether we try our best to save them!"

The leader of the monkey clan sent a message to his opponent in an instant.

And the middle-aged monk in the dragon robe opposite him, the Supreme Emperor of the Liang Kingdom, was silent for a moment, before uttering a word.

"Can!"

The moment the tacit understanding was reached, the leader of the monkey tribe smiled triumphantly.

Holding the spirit pill in one hand, with the other hand, he grabbed the young wolf master's body and got away from the blood gun that pierced his chest.

Even for a low-level cultivator, the injury is fatal.

For great monks in the Nascent Soul stage, as long as they applied externally and internally took the panacea in time, keeping their lives would not be a problem.

And Liang Xiao's injury was caused by supernatural powers, which was obviously heavier than that of Young Wolf Lord.

So this hostage exchange is considered to be an advantage of the Yaozu.

The leader of the monkey clan originally thought that Emperor Liang Guotai would not agree.

"Boy, if it wasn't for the sake of my great-granddaughter, how could I do this kind of loss-making business!"

A strange light flashed in Liang Wang's eyes, and he opened his sleeves, and instantly sucked Liang Xiao and his magic weapon together.

Just after the two sides were barely happy to rescue their respective Tianjiao.

But the face of the leader of the monkey tribe suddenly changed, he roared angrily, and said in a hateful voice: "This kid is extremely despicable, there are vicious tricks on the gun!"

King Liang glanced over in surprise, only to see that Young Wolf Lord's body, which had still retained a trace of vitality, was heading towards death unstoppably at this moment.

A pure death intent spread like a strange poison, no matter how many elixir the leader of the monkey tribe poured on the young wolf master, it would not help.

(End of this chapter)