Chapter 1456: The Book of Tuluo

At the beginning of the match, the two sides played inextricably and the scene was extremely fierce.
It can be described by the change of wind and cloud, and the intensity far exceeds yesterday's first burst.
In this battle, the Donglin people had indeed spared it. The Nascent Soul stage monks sent out basically held heavy treasures, as well as spirit beasts, and the configuration was top-notch.
Especially the bald old man's mount Kuang Lei Feng Diao, with the cultivation base of the eighth peak, fast as lightning, very cruel.
The addition of a violent thunder and wind carving is equivalent to the addition of a helper in the middle of the Yuan Ying in the Donglin people, which has a great impact on the balance of the battle.
According to the rules of the mainland battle, it is possible to allow spirit beasts to play. The Hokuri monk suffered a big loss, because there were basically few Nascent Soul monks who had high-level spirit beasts.
This is also related to the geographical environment of Yunjian Continent. There are very few monsters in Yunjian Continent, and the eighth-order monsters are unheard of. Therefore, the cultivators of the Yuanying stage in the mainland hardly conquer high-level monsters or monsters.
Since the East Continent is close to the Great Wind Continent, there are often monsters, and there are many powerful monsters and even monsters. Donglin people have always had the habit of subduing spirit beasts.
The ten Nascent Soul cultivators in Hokuriku had been crushed and beaten from beginning to end, and they had not waited to escape the fate of defeat.
Of the ten Yuanying-period monks, only Xuanyuanhong, Gu Tianning, and Old Demon Feng Yue were still alive, and all the others died in battle! The scene was extremely tragic.
Xuanyuanhong barely survived, relying on the mighty power of the Pingshan sword of the pseudo-precious and wild spirit of the Juque Gate, and his vitality was greatly damaged.
Gu Tianning was seriously injured, and the Bipolar Demon was also destroyed by self-destruction.
Feng Yue old demon was also seriously injured by the secret technique.
Originally, in accordance with the rules of the match, it was to fight to the point where all the monks of one side were killed.
It is not impossible to surrender, but the other party must admit it. In other words, if one party surrenders, the other party can choose to accept or not.
If you don't accept surrender, you can continue to fight until all the opponents are killed. Accepting the surrender means that the fight ceases and the surrendering party loses.
In desperation, Fengyue Old Demon initiated a surrender, and Donglinren accepted the surrender.
The east cultivator was actually only a narrow victory. Only two of the ten Yuanying-period cultivators died. Those who survived were the two great cultivators of the Yuanying-period, as well as a violent thunder and wind carving.
The bald old man was severely injured by the Bipolar Demon blew himself up, his clothes were torn, blood stained, and the corners of his mouth were still bleeding.
As for the brawny man, he was in better condition, but suffered some minor injuries.
The two men were clearly superior to each other with their state and combat power, but the strong man estimated that the old demon Feng Yue and the others would die, and he agreed to surrender.
The second battle was defeated. Although the process was thrilling, Shen Lang still expected the result.
Having seen this cruel life and death fight, Shen Lang is also more vigilant about tomorrow's third battle.
After the war, the armies of both sides temporarily withdrew.
The morale of the Hokuriku monk army was sluggish. In the second battle, Hokuriku dispatched ten Yuan Yingji monks who were strong enough, not wanting to lose the battle.
The only two great monks in the late Yuan Ying period were seriously injured, causing serious frustration for the military.
The army of monks in Beilu was already a little panicked. Two late monks, Zhang Daoling and Feng Yue, were seriously injured. In the last burst of tomorrow, what will they use to stiffen the east?
In the last round, Wang Wenshan, the leader of the eastward continent, will definitely appear, and the situation will become very dangerous by then.
Back to the camp.
Zhang Daoling convened all the monks in the Yuan Ying period to hold a combat meeting as usual.
In the hall, the atmosphere was solemn and terrifying, and almost all the monks of the Yuan Ying stage had their faces as earthy.
Old Demon Fengyue, Gu Tianning, and Xuanyuanhong did not attend the meeting because of their injuries.
"Everyone, this is the end of the matter, and there is nothing to say. We have no retreat. Tomorrow the third battle, the old man will play." Zhang Daoling broke the silence and said in a deep voice.
The hall was still lifeless, the cultivators of Zhongyuan Yingqi were silent for a while, and no one took the initiative to ask for a fight this time.
The defeat in the second round was really too great for everyone.
To the east, there are Wang Wenshan and Zhuanghan two late Yuan Ying cultivators who retain their fighting strength, while Zhang Daoling and Fengyue Lao Mo from Beilu are already seriously injured.
The two great monks of the late Nascent Soul had already turned the tide of the battle, not to mention the Golden Horn Beetle and Kuang Lei Feng Diao, two demonic cultivators at the eighth peak.
Many cultivators in the Nascent Soul Stage felt that the possibility of Hokuriku's victory this time was very slim.
Even some Nascent Soul cultivators who were less courageous began to think about fleeing.
"Shen is willing to participate in the war on behalf of Tianquanzong!" Shen Lang took the lead to stand up and clasp his fists.
Su Ruoxue also stood up and bowed slightly: "The little girl is also willing to represent Tianquanzong."
When these words came out, Jiang Hai and Lu Yuan's expressions changed drastically.
"Junior Brother, don't be so impulsive!" Jiang Hai hurriedly made a voice transmission.
If the two sides are really evenly matched, it is not wrong for Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue to play. But the current situation is completely one-sided, and participating in this last moment will risk a great threat to life.
The seven dead in the second battle is a good example.
"Brother, I chose this way, naturally there is my reason." Shen Lang echoed.
"Junior Brother, Tianquan Sect is no longer worthy of you! Once Beilu falls, everything will be in vain, and the lives of you and Fairy Su are the most important." Jiang Hai frowned and hurriedly persuaded him.
"Senior brother, don't have to persuade, I decided to do this a long time ago." Shen Lang shook his head.
In fact, he also had his plans. The reason for playing was to pay back Zhang Daoling's favor.
In case Shen Lang is really lost, Shen Lang has not been so stupid as to wait for him to be killed, he will definitely take Su Ruoxue on the road before then.
Anyway, he has the flying thunder escape technique, and Shen Lang is conceited first in terms of escape methods.
"Junior Brother, you!" Jiang Hai looked anxious and didn't know what to say.
There was a commotion in the hall. In this downturn, Shen Lang still intends to participate in the war. It really takes great courage.
Zhang Daoling said, "Thank you Taoyou Shen and Fairy Su. In addition, you don't have to be so pessimistic, we actually still have the hope of winning."
An elder in Wanlong Mountain's Yuanying stage frowned and asked, "Brother Daoling, tell the truth! The situation has reached such a point, do we really have the possibility of winning?"
As soon as these words came out, all the cultivators of the Nascent Soul Stage in the hall focused on Zhang Daoling.
Zhang Daoling's complexion was indifferent, and he took out a golden scroll from the storage ring and floated in his palm. The scroll is closed, and the contents inside cannot be seen.
This scroll is old and broken, and looks nothing strange, but it exudes strange auras, carrying a trace of the ancients!
"Ling Bao, Hetu Luoshu! This is the first treasure of the Yunjian Continent from ancient times to the present. Can you recognize this thing?" Zhang Daoling said lightly.
"what!!!"
As soon as Zhang Daoling's voice fell, all the Nascent Soul Stage monks in the entire hall stood up, and the stormy waves were set off in their hearts, and they all showed incredible expressions.
"Hung... the wild spirit treasure?"
Shen Lang was taken aback, his eyes fixed on the ancient scroll in Zhang Daoling's hand.