284 hit the city

No one knows when it was made in the ancient moor in Lingwu Xianyuan City. But for tens of thousands of years, this powerful and shocking moor has been playing a role.

This moor array is usually not open. Once the moal array is opened, it must consume a large number of spiritual stones at all times to maintain its operation. The financial resources of the Sanxiu Alliance are limited, which can't support the operation of the large array at all.

In addition, there must be at least eight monks of the Jindan period to preside over the formation on the four walls and corners of Lingwu City, in order to fully open this ancient array and play a sufficient protective effect.

So it's only the time to fight against immortals. Only when the major immortal sects join hands will the siege be opened. Now the big array has opened, and the sky is full of light, completely isoling the inside and outside of the city.

Hundreds of thousands of monks in the city are in the city. Or look at the head of the city, waiting for the arrival of the enemy monks.

The monks and foundation-building monks in Lingwu City. Seeing that the golden elixir ancestors of various sects in the spiritual fog world were talking and laughing at the top of the city, they finally calmed down from their panic and suddenly realized that there was a molder and so many golden elixir monks sitting in the town. The spiritual fog city was not so easy to attack. The ancestors of Jindan didn't panic. What did they panic about?

Ye Qin, Shen Bao and dozens of other Qingdanmen's foundation-building disciples guarded the northwestern city and silently waited for orders. Once the order is obtained, he will immediately rush out of the city to fight with the enemy monks.

After half an hour, a large cloud composed of black-pressure monks flew from the distant sky and arrived at the northwestern part of Lingwu City for more than ten miles and stopped. If you take a closer look, you can find that they are obviously divided into three groups of phalanx monks.

Two of them are very large, which are the monks in the original boundary of the sky and the Wanyue Lake boundary.

There is also a group of monks who are a little small in the land of chaos.

The forces of these three immortal worlds are combined. There are more than 60 Jindan monks, more than 2,000 foundation-building monks, and the remaining tens of thousands of monks are a large number of Qi-training monks. These monks in the training period flew to the vicinity of Lingwu City with the help of the power of the foundation-building monks and fell to the ground after arriving.

The strength of the monks from the three worlds is about three times that of the monks in Lingwu City.

On the top of Lingwu City, Lv Laozu of the Seven Gate Ancient ware Gate, Tao Laozu of Dique Gate, Huangfu Laozu of Qingdanmen, Wei Laozu of Daluomen... and so on, all stood in a fairy style. Facing the coming enemy outside the city calmly, he didn't seem to care too much about the large number of enemies.

"Tianmeng Zen Master, I haven't seen you for a hundred years. You're all right! In the past, when I saw you, I was still a hairy boy. I didn't expect that I had become the leader of the world today. My cultivation is so fast!"

When the enemy approached, Lv Laozu looked cold. He narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice to the monks in the distance.

Lv Ziyou is the most powerful ancient artifact gate of the seven sects, and the golden elixir ancestor ranked first in the ancient artifact gate. At this moment, he represents the dialogue between the whole spiritual fog cultivation fairyland and the sky, Wanyue Lake and other monks.

But he hasn't looked good in the past two years. The lack of temper is irritable, the joy and anger are difficult, and the demeanor of the day and day is completely gone.

According to rumors, it was because Lvjiabao was invaded by spies two years ago and lost an important spiritual treasure, which made Lv Laozu very angry. As for what kind of important spiritual treasures are passed down by the army. So far, no one knows the details. However, it can almost make Lv Laozu crazy, and it is extraordinary to think about it.

"Haha, Lv Daoyou is very kind. Today, I am very relieved to see my old friend. Some time ago, I heard that Guibao had lost something. I sent my disciples to investigate and found that it was done by several bold juniors in the chaotic land. It's just that their whereabouts are unknown now. If I can find them, I will definitely bring them to apologize to Lv Daoyou. The younger generation is ignorant, and I hope Taoist friends can forgive me.

In the original phalanx of the sky, an old Zen master holding a golden staff said with a smile that he was the Tianmeng Zen master in the mouth of Lv Laozu. This man has a pair of small eyes, and the occasional wisp of light is difficult to look directly at. He is thin and inconspicuous. But he stepped on a black-horned flying python under his feet, which was really terrible. This python is like a thick barrel, with scales and armor stacked, and its body is a hundred feet long. It is at least a seven- or eight-level demon python. I'm afraid it's not far from the day of breaking the scale.

This old man was sharp-tongued and had no good intentions. He deliberately picked Lv Yuyou's most painful place to open his mouth. A few words made Lv Yuyou's face turn purple with anger.

"Let's meet today, not to talk about the past.

Without further ado, your Tianqiongyuan and Wanyue Lake have invaded our spiritual fog cultivation fairyland, which has destroyed the truce contract signed by the three worlds thousands of years ago. I'm afraid that you and I can't bear the consequences of arbitrarily provoking the war in the immortal world and destroying the truce contract. Aren't you afraid of being punished by the senior monks who made a covenant in the past? It's not too late to retreat now.

After all, he is the leader of a party. Lv Laozu has a bad temper and can't get up. He put up with it and opens his mouth

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"The truce of the three worlds was a thousand years ago, and it should have been abolished long ago."

Zen Master Tianmeng was silent for a moment and said indifferently, "What's more, the predecessors who signed the truce contract in the past have already gone to the East China Sea, and how can they easily return to the mainland of Middle-earth because of some small disputes? Disputes here. Naturally, I wait for these descendants to solve it by themselves, so I don't have to bother all the senior monks.

Hundreds of thousands of monks in Lingwu City, Tianqiongyuan, Wanyue Lake and other monks, are listening one by one at this moment, extremely quiet. There is no doubt that those who can be called predecessors by Lv Cuiyou, Tianmeng Zen Master and other Jindan ancestors are Yuanying monks. For low-level monks, such high-level monks are simply out of reach, and it is very rare to know their words.

After listening to the words of Zen Master Tianmeng. His face became more and more gloomy.

He knew very well that the battle was inevitable, and he just tried his best to persuade him for the last time. Since the original world of the sky and the world of Wanyue Lake insist on fighting with the spiritual fog world, let's fight. The monks in the spiritual fog world are not soft persimmons. It is hard to say who will win and who will lose.

Lv Laozu looked at Tao Laozu, Huangfu Laozu and others on the left and right sides.

All of them nodded slightly and agreed to fight.

"In that case, let's go to war"

Zen Master Tianmeng is no longer talking nonsense.

Outside the city of Lingwu.

In the phalanx of the original monks of the sky, five golden elixir monks, a hundred foundation-building monks, and the famous practicing monks formed a huge ring formation on the Gobi more than ten miles northwest of Lingwu City and began to cast spells together.

Most of the monks in the fog world watching the battle on the top of the city are confused and don't understand what these monks are doing. However, a very small number of monks who have a deep study of arrays and spells suddenly changed their color and shouted in a loud voice, "Super-level group spells!"

Spells in the immortal world are usually divided into basic spells, low-level spells, medium-level spells, and high-level spells. These spells are performed by a single monk. The attack of a single monk's spells and spells has no effect on the extremely powerful moor of Lingwu City.

And the group spells are performed by a large group of monks.

This kind of spell is very rare and surprisingly powerful, but there is a weakness, that is, it is too slow to use. When the spell is displayed, maybe the enemy's army has run hundreds of miles away.

The monks in the fairyland of spiritual fog have a fight. Usually, there are only dozens of monks fighting, and they can't use such large-scale spells at all. Only in large-scale siege battles can it be seen occasionally. Naturally, there are very few monks who know this kind of magic.

Only this super-order group spell can make a sensation in the moor of the fog city.

A group of thousands of monks in the sky took half an hour to cast the group of spells.

A yellow giant earth thorn up to dozens of feet long, blooming with a dazzling yellow light, floating above the ring formation. This giant earth thorn, across the sky, is enough to kill thousands of practicing monks.

When the monks in Lingwu City saw this, they all showed a look of embarrassment on their faces.

Earth thorn, this is the most basic earth spell.

If a single monk shows it, it will be more than ten feet long at most. But this thorn is so huge. The power is more than thousands of times stronger, even the golden elixir monk dare not block it head-on

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They were worried that the light mask of the moat array looked thin, and they could withstand the slam of such a huge earth thorn. But no one in Lingwu City went out to stop the original monk Tianqiong from casting spells.

There are too many monks on the enemy. Only one-tenth of the monks are casting spells, and the rest of the monks are watching the battle. If the monks in the city are afraid of rushing out, the monks of Tianqiongyuan and Wanyue Lake are afraid that they can't wait.

Without any interference, a group of monks in the sky spared the opportunity to release the giant earth thorn, and then let the giant earth thorn hit the spiritual fog city.

The earth thorn slowly crashed into Lingwu City, and the speed gradually accelerated.

"Boom"

In the eyes of the public, the giant earth thorn hit the light curtain of the moat array. The light curtain stirred up layers of five-colored waves and dazzling yellow light. The deep bombardment sounded, and the whole Lingwu City shook violently.

The low-level monks in the city closed their eyes in the dazzling light and changed color in a dazzling color.

When the light of the impact dissipates, the bombardment dissipates. The spiritual fog monk in the city found that the light curtain of the moat was safe and sound, and the giant earth thorn had disintegrating in the fierce impact.

All the monks were ecstatic.

"Haha, it's blocked. What kind of spells are useless at all."

"The magic is not as powerful as our moan array." The spiritual fog monks were only happy for a while. He immediately closed his mouth.

Because they found themselves happy too early. This was just the first blow. Soon, the group of original monks released a second giant earth thorn and bombarded the light curtain of Lingwu City again.

"Boom", "Boom"... Every bombardment makes Lingwu City shake violently.

In this way, until after more than a dozen giant earth thorns, the mana of those original monks who cast spells was completely exhausted and could not continue to bombard Lingwu City. And the light curtain of the moor array. It's also a little dim.