Chapter 857: Taking witches as the blade, Taiyi breaks 5 times!

The horns of the Wu clan marching forward are slightly sad, but the face of a famous Wu clan child is full of firmness and strength, as if he is thinking of the last afterglow of the Wu clan who should be the main force of this battle.
The army waiting to be dispatched in front took the initiative to give up a place for these witches, but for a moment, Li Jing issued an order, and the witches rushed into the snowy field, leaped and screamed, and rushed to the front of the powerful enemies.
At this moment, there was a trumpet from outside the sky, and another group of witch children rushed into the prehistoric, totaling more than 1,800, but the aura of each witch child was so strong and sharp. sharp!
With a bald head, four arms, and a bright beast core in front of his chest, a big high charge is at the forefront, and witches and witches are behind. One thousand eight hundred witches are like one thousand eight hundred killing gods. Venerable Qingmu looked at them more.
Da Ang yelled to Li Jing’s drum platform: "Under the tent of the true monarch of Erlang, the original Wu clan belongs to, come and fight!"
"Let's go!" Li Jing didn't take it lightly. Pointing his finger to the front, he immediately pointed out a fierce battle. Da Ang took the group of witches and flew away directly.
As soon as he took the shot, the children of the Witch clan cultivated through a lot of effort by Yang Jian were a blockbuster.
There is no need to mention Da Ang and several other great witches who are leaping in strength. Veteran masters such as witches and witches don't need to say much. After they slaughtered, the strongest army came to take it.
Let's talk about the one thousand eight hundred witches!
Based on the three-talent formation, they have brought the three-person combined attack to the extreme. Although the overall cultivation base is only in the Golden Immortal Peak or the Great Luo Realm, they are decisive and extremely good at fighting.
If taken out individually, these are the real murderous soldiers honed out on the field of life and death one after another.
At this time, based on the three-talent formation, the sharp advances and retreats had a certain degree, and they supported each other when they attacked, but in a flash, they broke through a five-constant formation and destroyed the opponent's thousands of dead and resurgent monks!
This is a sharp blade, and it tore a wound that didn't seem to be too big directly on the battle.
But this wound is gradually expanding under the pull of a sharp blade...
Venerable Aomu directly dispatched hundreds of big Luos in secret, supplemented by two big five permanent formations, a total of 10,000 monks quickly suppressed, and wanted to directly crush this small group of elites from the wild camp.
But these children of the Witch race did not hesitate, even without the command of Da Ang and others, they seemed to be connected.
Three talents are on the line, and then there is a big line!
There is also a method of gathering forces to condense the force, which can be based on the three-talent formation and directly use thirty-six people to arrange it into a simplified capital of the gods!
Lines of reckless giants appeared between the sky and the earth, totaling forty-nine in total, and they continued to blast forward like a madman.
The two big five permanent formations were directly torn apart by these strong men's fist winds, and the monks on the side of the strongest were suddenly defeated.
"it is good!"
Li Jing couldn't help but laugh when he saw this. If there were more soldiers and horses like this a hundred times, no, ten times more, today's battle would have 30% more chance of winning!
It is a pity that Li Jing looked at the other children of the Witch race who were fighting with the enemy army. Although they were not afraid of death and extraordinary bravery, they were still far behind the thousand or eight hundred witches of Yang Jian.
I think this is the hard work of the true king of Erlang.
Mindful of this, Li Jing naturally did not dare to be careless, turning the battle in that small area into a key battle situation. As long as the opponent mobilizes a large number of masters to encircle and suppress this thousand or eight hundred witches, Li Jing will send enough reinforcements. Keep these children of the Witch race from being oppressed by the other side.
And these thousand eight hundred witches did not disappoint Li Jing, of course, they did not disappoint Yang Jian, they were really like the sharp blade that tore the enemy's line of defense, and they were sharper than Yang Jian had expected back then.
However, apart from this somewhat narrow battle, there are still battles everywhere...
Li Jing has a calm face and has a good command of the army. Although he is playing a game with a great saint who has survived from the pre-famine era, he admits that he is not inferior to the opponent.
It's just that these five permanent formations really let the strongest take advantage of it.
Just as I thought, a stream of light came from the horizon, but a jade talisman fell in front of Li Jing.
At this time, the situation is stalemate. Who dares to disturb him with such spreading jade charms to command and dispatch the prehistoric army?
Li Jing brought the jade talisman with a little dissatisfaction, but after a quick glance, his complexion changed a lot, then he was ecstatic and raised his head and laughed.
"Good! Good! Good! The Wuchang Formation can be broken!"
After listening to the drums, Li Jing recruited hundreds of immortals who had refined the way of formation, and spread the method of breaking formation recorded in the jade talisman to all parts of the army.
At the beginning, there was not much change, but half an hour later, the five permanent formations everywhere started to be broken...
"Persevere to respond, the Five Constants contains the way of impermanence." On the mountain peak on the coast of the North Sea, the white man Taiyi stopped and stood, muttering softly: "The exquisiteness of this formation, the poor way knows At first sight, a lifetime is enough."
Chu Qi on the side hurriedly moved forward, trying to save Taiyi's life immortal, but Taiyi just waved his hand gently.
"I'm fine, I don't have to waste mana, just keep it for this kind of battle."
Madam Taiyi coughed twice and sat down cross-legged. Although his breathing was weak, he was still there.
This is not an injury, it's actually a loss of mental strength so much that it almost takes this life...
However, True Person Taiyi and the dozens of tired array masters behind him, saved the lives of many monks for Hong Huang.
The Five Constant Formation failed. Although Venerable Qingmu changed his formation in time, even if he was a Dao Saint, he could not come up with a method comparable to the Five Constant Formation.
There was a little regret in his gaze, but at this time the army of the strongest still had the full advantage. Venerable Aoki waved his long sleeves, as if to push a game of chess apart and start over.
The war is still extremely anxious.
A steady stream of troops rushed in from the heavenly court, from the ancient pilgrimage road, from the chaotic sea beyond the sky, filling up the huge casualties and consumption of the prehistoric camp.
From the Black Spirit Kingdom to the Primordial Chaos Sea, the Spirit Race armies stationed everywhere continue to move forward.
Fighting like this, there are actually only two endings-
The predecessor side was exhausted and defeated by the masters, or the army of the dead with the supreme supernatural powers was completely destroyed by the predecessor monks.
At this point, everything is still unknown.
Netherworld, the end of the Three Ways River.
Countless Yin soldiers and Buddhist soldiers rushed forward one after another. There was also an army of monks sent by the strongest, but the number and strength were several grades lower than that of the prehistoric Beihai.
But the clever thing is that the army of cultivators here is just enough to threaten the safety of the Nether Realm, yet it can be blocked by the two forces of the Nether Realm...
It seems that the Venerable Aoki deliberately created a situation of equal strength, focusing his main energy on the main force of annihilating the prehistoric.
Even the saint staying here has no intention of fighting, just hiding in the distance waiting for something.
In this way, the place of the six reincarnations, which is the most important thing for the prehistoric land, is not too dangerous. The two female saints work together to suppress the six reincarnations. Although they can't go to the astrolabe to participate in the war, let alone help Yang Jian in the sky. At this time, the power of the six reincarnations can still be used to bless the way of heaven.
"Friends, why do I always feel something is wrong?"
Nu Wa suddenly opened her eyes, with a little thought in her calm face.
Houtu Niangniang also pinched and calculated, but she could only gently shook her head and didn't say much.
"The catastrophe has begun, everything may happen, you and I just need to keep this place, and the rest, you must trust them."
Empress Nuwa lightly nodded and glanced in the six reincarnations, seeing Liuya, Xiaochan'er, and the fairy of Yiganwa Palace were practicing in that retreat, and she began to wonder if she had ignored those things.
Suddenly a little monk in white clothes led dozens of buddhist masters with shining golden light to come to see him. There is no reason why the two saints have not seen each other.
The little monk in white stood on the back of the Divine Beast Truth, stopped outside the six reincarnation discs, folded his hands to the two empresses, and slowly saluted.
"Amitabha, the little monk Jizo, meet the two saint empresses."
"The Ksitigarbha King doesn't need to be polite," Nuwa said lightly, "You won't be guarding in front, why are you here?"
"It's for business," the little monk in white didn't seem to dare to look up casually, and because of this, the playful smile at the corner of his mouth did not attract anyone's attention.
Hou Tu asked back: "What's the matter?"
The little monk in white clothes said: "Now the predecessor is in a bitter battle. The monks on all sides have suffered huge damages. Now the war in the Nether world is stable. The opponent obviously wants to hold me on the defensive, so that I can't spare my hands to support the land of the barren North Continent. Think, what if we broke the army ahead."
Hearing this, Empress Nuwa seemed to be a little moved, but Houtu gently shook her head...
After a while, dozens of Buddhist masters returned the same way.
The little monk in white clothes on Di Ting's back was very calm, as if it was not him who had just been rejected by Hou Tu.
But he was always taught a few words by Hou Tu, and his face gradually became a little gloomy...
"Bodhisattva, UU reading www.uukanshu.com" listened to the words of the gods and beasts, "Let's keep this place well, why do we have to participate in the war on the ground?"
Naturally, these words had an implication, as if they were asking the little monk in white clothes why he wanted to make a move at this time.
"You're right," Jizo nodded lightly, turning lightly with a rosary in his hand, "this is the fashion and it's not the time for me to make a move, wait a minute, and watch it as a play."
Hearing this, the Buddhist masters behind him looked at each other secretly, all of them were a little unclear.
The donkey's lips don't match the horse's mouth, so naturally I don't know its meaning.
...
Outside the sky, the fight between the two giants has swept away a million miles of the Chaos Sea, and the area where Yang Jian and the Tussards stepped in the battle, apart from the predominant land, are already tens of thousands of miles away.
At this point in the battle, Yang Jian's Law Body was as usual, and Yang Jian's deity did not change his face and breath, and there was no flaw at all.
On the contrary, the earth veteran was quite embarrassed. Although the huge shield he held in his hand was also an innate treasure and a saint's magic weapon, many shallow cracks had appeared at this time.
Without this magic weapon, Venerable Tu thought to himself, even if his Xuanwu real body was strong, it would probably be difficult to withstand Yang Jian's offensive of the storm for too long.
Fortunately, Yang Jian suddenly buckled and backed away, giving Venerable Tu to temporarily repair the Shield in his hand.
But the next scene made Venerable Tu also somewhat unclear.
Yang Jian used Shentong again, but this time it was similar to the supernatural power of the Tus.
Spirit core supernatural powers, true gods of Xuanwu!
Yang Jian's eyes were like electricity, staring at Venerable Tu, then his body was surrounded by True God Xuanwu, and he attacked Venerable Tu again.
The offensive is a bit tougher than before.
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