The Earth Conquers All Worlds

Qingming Zhenjun attacked Zhao Shi and rescued four Yuanying monks.

Zhenjun Qianji and the other 30 Nascent Soul cultivators instinctively defended themselves when they encountered danger, and the momentary opportunity was not wasted.

Wei Tianyang and Yuan Qianjun seized this short moment to burst out with full strength, broke through several lines of defense one after another, and merged with Zhao Shi, their faces full of horror and fear.

Zhao Shi didn't look at the ferocious Qingming Zhenjun, and asked Wei Tianyang and the two: "Where is the monk at the peak stage of Yuanying?"

He got the news in advance and confirmed that the monk at the peak of Yuanying was not there before he dared to come to support, and he didn't find anything after he came here.

This is where he is puzzled. The monks at the peak of Nascent Soul possess absolute strength and mobility. According to common sense, they should not be evasive like this, making people laugh.

Of course, if there is a peak monk in the Nascent Soul stage, it doesn't mean that Wei Tianyang and Wei Tianyang will be given up.

All their kings can kill all the players first, and then choose the resurrection point at the Blood Sea Guild.

In addition to the great loss of strength, this method is faster than rushing away except for losing a level.

"have no idea."

Yuan Qianjun also showed doubts: "We haven't seen him since we escaped, nor have we seen the other three late Nascent Soul cultivators, and the other forty Nascent Soul cultivators have also disappeared."

Wei Tianyang entered Zhao Shi's blood sea domain and began to close his eyes to heal his wounds, repairing his body that was maimed by a peak monk in the Nascent Soul stage, and then dragged his seriously injured body to delay the army of Zhenjun Qianji, and was severely injured again .

Now his whole body is full of cracks, and his strength is extremely weak.

Not to mention the Nascent Soul stage, even a monk at the peak of Jindan could kill him.

"You are miserable."

Zhou Bihu temporarily left the army and came to Wei Tianyang's side, and waved a green light full of vitality to surround Wei Tianyang's body, making his superficial injuries heal quickly.

But the deep-seated injuries and the entanglement of higher-level heterogeneous energies cannot be solved by her, unless she advances to the sky-level king.

Not only that, the more than 3,000 people at the core of the Green Grass Guild twitched the spells in their hands, and passed them around 160,000 players including the Qianjun Guild, to heal the wounds caused by the shock formation in their hands and restore their mana.

The overall momentum of the army picked up little by little.

"Fellow Daoist Qianji, can you clear up the confusion for us? Where is your peak monk in the Nascent Soul stage?"

Zhao Shi looked at Zhenjun Qingming, who was about to go crazy, and felt that he was not able to communicate, and then looked at Zhenjun Qianji, who was among the group of Nascent Soul monks.

The other party was not idle either. There were more than 30 Nascent Soul cultivators around him, including Zhenjun Qingming, who quickly spread out, forming a colorful field of light that surrounded Zhao Shi and the others, and began to appear among each other. Simple formation traces.

It's very rough, and because of the inconsistency of the various systems and the various standards in the cultivation of immortals, even this simple formation cannot be unfolded in an instant.

Seeing this, Zhao Shi and Yuan Qianjun didn't interrupt them, allowing them to form a formation.

The 40,000 Southern Alliance army led by Zhou Bihu also began to be merged into the original Qianjun's command, like a long river entering the sea, and the breath quickly merged into one.

True Monarch Qianji sneered coldly, and was also happy to delay time: "The demons outside the area can be wiped out with the palm of your hand. Senior Brother Zhenyuan just takes one shot. How could he spend time on you all the time!"

"real?"

Zhao Shi and Yuan Qianjun were pleasantly surprised in an instant, and did not hear his insults.

Qingming Zhenjun's face became even uglier.

But thinking of Zhenjun Xuanguang and others who died, they were his friends and brothers, and he felt resentment towards Zhenyuan Zhenyuan who left wantonly.

But he didn't dare to reveal such meaning on his face.

The more you practice, the more difficult it will be, and the more bottlenecks will become. It is not the accumulation of time that can improve one's cultivation level step by step.

The monk at the peak of the Nascent Soul is already one of the strongest in the Central Territory. He is a figure who is spying on the legendary realm of the God Transformation. He has always acted without any taboos. Even if he is killed, no one will say anything.

What's more, True Lord Zhenyuan had already killed most of the Heavenly Demons outside the Central Territory before, and it was expected that there would be a boring and time-consuming process of killing and sealing them.

So where would you be willing to put your precious time here?

"Naturally it is true."

True Monarch Qianji's expression remained unchanged, and he said indifferently: "As for fellow Daoist Heavenly Corpse in Ten Thousand Corpse Valley, fellow Huabing from Hanbingyuan, and fellow Daoist Daoist from Longevity Dao Sect, they are naturally...dead!"

The simple formation of the thirty-seven early-stage monks in the Nascent Soul was initially set up, and the air suddenly became icy cold and as thick as magma.

Dozens of beams of light blazed, converging into a torrent of domains and spells that was nearly twice as large as before, and bombarded and killed Zhao Shi and Yuan Qianjun.

At the same time as they started, Zhenjun Qianji's black and white chessboard domain and Zhenjun Qingming's Qingming sword energy domain were shaking, attacking the two from left and right.

It's like two huge iron tongs are about to crush a group of fragile tofu.

"Yuan Qianjun, it's up to you."

Zhao Shi took a step back, leaving the battlefield to Yuan Qianjun.

Undoubtedly, he knew his frontal combat power, which was equivalent to a late Nascent Soul cultivator with full combat power. At best, his methods were a little weird, but he definitely couldn't stop the attack in front of him.

But Yuan Qianjun is different, this kid is a bug, his personal combat power is only equivalent to Zhao Shi's little finger, but as long as he commands enough soldiers in the Condensed Realm, his strength can quickly increase.

Now a king of the fourth district who is good at recovery and healing, and her guild, there are three kings plus 40,000 troops to join his army.

This is a total of 200,000 Condensed True Realm troops, plus players of varying numbers Golden Core cultivators!

Enough to make his strength soar a lot.

"I'll go first."

Yuan Qianjun let out a low cry, the black light in his Heavenly Demon Domain was like a shining sun, and his aura was rising steadily.

In the unbelievable eyes of Zhenjun Qingming and others, the huge sky demon domain began to expand again.

Expanding from 2,000 kilometers to 2,500 kilometers, the demonic energy became colder, and the phantom of the thousand-foot demon god in the center of the Heavenly Demon Domain became more solid, with incomparably detailed black lines appearing on his body.

bang bang bang~

The domains of dozens of Nascent Soul monks and two late Nascent Soul monks collided with the Heavenly Demon domain, but they were no longer collapsing as before, but were slightly stalemate before being slowly compressed.

During the shrinking process, a green light flashed, which regenerated its collapsed demon energy, making the speed at which the Heavenly Demon Domain was suppressed even slower.

In the end, they only suppressed the Heavenly Demon Domain within a thousand kilometers, and could no longer make any progress, which was far from achieving the effect they expected.

rumbling~

Immediately after the domain was suppressed, the torrent of spells rushed out, crashing towards the Qianzhang Demon God in the center of the Heavenly Demon World. The space trembled, destroying everything along the way.

The attacks of Zhenjun Qianji and Qingming were hidden in the dark like poisonous needles.

The general trend of Rolling Heavenly Demon World also began to converge, and the black mist rolled like a poisonous dragon.

"Wan... Army..."

The Qianzhang Demon God opened and closed his huge mouth, holding a big halberd with both hands, carrying the entire Heavenly Demon World towards the torrent of magic spells ahead, and came into contact with the cyan giant swords and black and white flying swords on the left and right without a sound.

Hiss~

The two auras were silently annihilated, and the world briefly lost its sound, color, and even aura, creating a short-lived vacuum.