Chapter 530: Group war sky king

True Monarch Qingming attacked Zhao Shi and rescued the four Yuanying monks.
The instant opportunity that True Monarch Thousand Chance and the other thirty-odd Yuan Ying monks instinctively produced at the moment of encountering danger was not wasted.
Wei Tianyang and Yuan Qianjun seized this short instant to burst out their full strength, broke through several lines of defense one after another, and joined Zhao Shi, their faces were full of fear and fear.
Zhao Shi didn't look at the ferocious True Monarch Qing Ming, and asked Wei Tianyang, "Where is the cultivator at the peak of Yuan Ying?"
He got the news in advance and confirmed that the Yuan Ying Peak cultivator was not there before he dared to come and support him. After he came here, he didn't find anything.
This is where he is puzzled. The Nascent Soul Peak cultivator occupies absolute strength and mobility. According to common sense, he shouldn't be so evasive and make people look at jokes.
Of course, if there are cultivators at the peak of the Nascent Soul Stage, they will not give up Wei Tianyang.
All of their kings can commit suicide in one step for all players, and then select the resurrection point at the Blood Sea Guild.
In addition to the loss of strength, this method is faster than hurrying except one level.
"do not know."
Yuan Qianjun also had doubts on his face: "We haven't seen him after escaping, nor have we seen the other three Yuanying late-stage cultivators, and another forty Yuanying cultivators have disappeared."
Wei Tianyang entered Zhao Shi’s blood sea domain and began to close his eyes to heal his wounds, repairing his maimed by the Nascent Soul Peak cultivator, and then dragging his wounded body to drag the army of True Lord Qianji, and his body 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 Golden Core Peak monk might kill him.
"You are so miserable."
Zhou Bihu temporarily escaped from the army and came to Wei Tianyang's side. He waved his hand to shower Wei Tianyang's whole body with a rich green light, causing his superficial injuries to heal quickly.
But the deep-seated injuries and higher levels of alien energy entanglement cannot be solved by her, unless she is promoted to the Heavenly King.
Not only that, the more than 3,000 people at the core of the Green Grass Guild squeezed the tactics and passed them around 160,000 players such as the Thousand Army Guild to heal the trauma of the previous counter-shock in their hands and restore their mana.
The overall momentum of the army rebounded a little bit.
"Friend Thousand Chance Daoist, can you help me wait for me? Where is your Nascent Soul Stage peak monk?"
Zhao Shi looked at True Lord Qing Ming who was about to go crazy, and felt that he could not communicate with each other, and then looked at True Lord Qianji who was in the group of Nascent Soul cultivators.
The other party was not idle either. Around him, plus True Monarch Qingming, there were more than 30 Yuan Ying monks spreading out quickly, forming a colorful field of light surrounding Zhao Shi and several people, and they began to appear between each other. Simple traces of formation.
It's very rough, and because of the inconsistency of the various standards in the systems and cultivation of immortals, even this simple formation cannot be unfolded instantly.
Zhao Shi and Yuan Qianjun didn't interrupt them when they saw this, and let them form a formation.
The 40,000 Southern League troops under Zhou Bihu's leadership also began to merge under the command of the original Qianjun, like a long river entering the sea, and the breath quickly merged into one.
True Monarch Thousand Chance smiled coldly, and was also happy to delay time: "The demon outside the area, the palm can be destroyed, Senior Brother Zhenyuan makes one shot, how can you always put time on you!"
"Really?"
Zhao Shi and Yuan Qianjun were pleasantly surprised for an instant, and did not hear his insults.
True Monarch Qing Ming's face was even more ugly.
But it was thinking of the dead True Monarch Xuanguang and others, it was his good friend and senior brother, resentment rose in his heart towards True Monarch Zhenyuan who left wantonly.
But he didn't dare to show such meaning on the 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 your cultivation level step by step.
The cultivator at the peak of Yuan Ying is already one of the strongest in the Central Territory. He is a figure who is spying on the legendary God-Transforming Stage realm. There is always no taboo in his actions, even if he is killed, no one will say anything.
What's more, Zhenyuan Zhenjun had already killed most of the extraterrestrial demons before, and it was expected that the following would be a boring and time-consuming process of killing the seal.
So where would you be willing to put your precious time here?
"Naturally it is true."
True Monarch Thousand Chance did not change his expression, and said lightly: "As for the Heavenly Corpse Daoist from Ten Thousand Corpse Valley, the Huabing Daoist from Cold Bingyuan, and the Great Tortoise Daoist from the Longevity Dao Sect, they are naturally...dead!"
The simple formation of the thirty-seven elementary cultivators in the early stage was initially completed, and the air suddenly became cold and deadly, thick as magma.
Dozens of rays of light exploded, converging into a torrent of domains and spells that were nearly twice as large as before, and blasted Zhao Shi and Yuan Qianjun.
While they were doing their hands, the realm of True Lord Thousand Chance's black and white chessboard, and the realm of Qing Ming's sword energy were trembling, attacking them from left and right.
As if two huge iron tongs were about to crush a fragile tofu.
"Yuan Qianjun, it's up to you."
Zhao Shi stepped back and left the battlefield to Yuan Qianjun.
Undoubtedly, he knew his frontal combat effectiveness, which was equivalent to a late-stage Yuan Ying cultivator with full combat capabilities. At best, his methods were a little weird, but he definitely couldn't stop the immediate attack.
But the original Qianjun was different. This kid was a BUG, ​​and his personal combat power was only equivalent to Zhao Shi's little finger, but as long as his subordinates commanded enough soldiers in the Condensed Realm, his strength could be quickly increased.
Now a fourth district king who is good at healing and healing, as well as her guild, and three kings plus 40,000 troops to join his army.
This is a total of 200,000 Condensed Realm troops, plus a varying number of players Jindan Brothers!
Enough to make his strength skyrocket.
"I'll go first."
Yuan Qianjun let out a low cry, his celestial demon realm's black light is like shining sun, and his breath is rising.
In the incredible eyes of True Monarch Qingming and others, the huge realm of Heavenly Demon began to expand again.
Expanding from two thousand kilometers to two thousand five hundred kilometers, the devilish energy is even colder, and the Qianzhang Demon God phantom in the center of the heavenly demon domain has become more solid, and the body has very detailed black lines.
Bang bang bang~
The domains of dozens of Yuanying cultivators and the fields of the two late Yuanying cultivators collided with the realm of the heavenly devil, but they were no longer collapsed at once as before.
In the process of shrinking, a green light flashed, regenerating the demon energy that had collapsed, making the speed of suppression of the heavenly demon domain slower.
In the end, it only suppressed the Heavenly Demon Realm within a thousand kilometers, and could no longer make any progress, which was far from achieving their expected results.
Booming~
The torrent of spells rushed out immediately after the domain was suppressed, slammed into the Qianzhang Demon God in the center of the Heaven Demon World, and the space trembled, destroying everything along the way.
The attacks of True Lord Qianji and True Lord Qingming were hidden in the dark like a poisonous needle.
The general trend of the rolling demon world began to converge, and the black mist rolled like a poisonous dragon.
"Wan...jun..."
The huge mouth of the Qianzhang Demon God opened and closed, holding the big halberd in both hands, and carrying the entire world of the demon to the front of the rolling torrent of spells, quietly touching the group of cyan giant swords and black and white flying swords on the left and right.
Hiss~
The two auras quietly annihilated, and the world temporarily lost its sound, color, and even aura, and a brief vacuum appeared.