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Condensing the twelve earth demons requires a large amount of blood sacrifices. Before the Great Desert City is captured, there are simply not so many human beings to offer sacrifices, so the only way is to let the desert people from the major tribes sacrifice.
The siege during the day has caused the major tribes to lose a large number of deserters, but this is far from enough. To unite the twelve earth evil spirits, dozens or even hundreds of times of blood sacrifices are needed.
The chiefs of the major tribes all know that this time nothing can be done for good. If anyone dares to disobey orders, he will be the first to be destroyed.
The twelve Earthly Evil formation flags are held by twelve powerful Huangren. Each Huangren is at least at the Nascent Soul realm. Once the battle begins at night, these twelve Huangren will plant the twelve formation flags on the battlefield. All around, the more dead creatures there are, the stronger the earth evil will be.
As night fell, the battlefield that had been silent for a long time once again erupted into fierce sounds of fighting.
A deserted man rushed toward the deserted city with golden light surging all over his body. The golden battle patterns condensed unrivaled power. With one punch, hundreds of formations collapsed.
"Boom!" A section of the wall of Dahuang City collapsed directly.
Dahuang City is broken!
The immortal cultivators in Dahuang City have been on guard against the night attacks of the desolate people. They have not relaxed at all, but they never expected that it would be the desolate people in the Nascent Soul realm who would take action.
With one punch, just one punch, all the formations in Dahuang City were destroyed.
"Where's the formation master, hurry up and repair the formation!"
"Spiritual artillery bombardment indiscriminately suppressed this Yuanying realm desolate man. We must hold on until the Yuanying ancestors come!" A golden elixir monk from Cangtian Dao Sect shouted.
"Waiting for support? You can't wait any longer!" A black shadow suddenly appeared behind the golden elixir monk, and a black dagger stabbed into his heart. When the dagger stirred, the golden elixir monk's heart suddenly shattered. .
"YouyouNascent Soul!" The Jindan monk looked at this black shadow in disbelief. It turned out to be another desolate man in the Nascent Soul realm.
¡°Are these desolate people all crazy? Two desolate people in the Nascent Soul Realm were mobilized at the beginning of the war.
Before the formation masters in the Great Desert City had time to repair their formations, all their heads were missing. It was the Deserters from the Shadow Tribe who did it. At the moment the city wall collapsed, thousands of Shadow Deserters sneaked into the Great Desert City through the darkness. , their primary target is these formation mages.
Without these formation masters, the formations in Dahuang City cannot be repaired, and the deserters can march straight in. Once they are in close combat, these immortal cultivators are no match for them at all.
"Let's go!" Zi Xiaotian, who was about to escort Ouyang Tian and the others out of Dahuang City, suddenly changed his face and unsheathed his purple flying sword.
"Ding!" There was a crisp sound in the darkness, and a black sharp blade blocked Zi Xiaotian's flying sword.
¡°Shadow Tribe, born assassin!¡± Zi Xiaotian frowned.
"Purple Shadow Guard, a power secretly cultivated by the Purple Air Immortal Sect. It is said that the most outstanding disciples of the Purple Air Immortal Sect will eventually join the Purple Shadow Guard!" A graceful figure walked out of the darkness.
"Female!" Ouyang Tian, ??who was guarded by dozens of purple shadows in the center, was stunned.
But Ouyang Tian did not dare to underestimate this female Huangren. The aura of this female Huangren was very terrifying. She was a Nascent Soul Realm human!
"You guys go first, I'll stop this woman!" Zi Xiaotian asked the remaining Ziying Guards to escort Ouyang Tian and his party to leave first.
"Want to leave? It's not that simple. All of you are going to die here today!" The female wilderness woman shouted loudly, and dense black shadows surrounded Ouyang Tian and the others.
Ouyang Tian¡¯s expression changed slightly. Why did he feel that these deserters were all coming for them?
Ouyang Tian glanced at the half-dead Luo Wan. Could it be that this kid caused the trouble?
"Are you going to rob the Shadow Tribe?" Ouyang Tian couldn't help but ask.
Tang Po shook his head: "No, we don't know where the Shadow Tribe is."
"Huh, that's good!" Ouyang Tian breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it wasn't directed at him.
"Breakout!" Zi Xiaotian shouted, and the purple flying sword in his hand shone brightly.
"Purple Shadow Ten Thousand Swords Technique!" In an instant, purple sword light fell from the sky, killing the deserters in front of them mercilessly, creating a bloody path for Ouyang Tian and the others.
"Seeking death!" The female Huangren in the Nascent Soul Realm rushed towards Zi Xiaotian, and the black sharp blade in her hand stabbed Zi Xiaotian's throat.
The people of the Shadow Tribe are born killers, and the night is their battlefield. The majestic Yuanying is not able to deal with a small golden elixir easily.
???Clang! "However, the purple flying sword suddenly came back to block the female wilderness man's sharp blade.
"Pfft!" Suddenly the woman's right arm hurt. Her skin was cut open, and blood dripped down the pen.
The female deserter's pupils shrank: "Sword skills!"
"Ding ding ding!" As soon as she finished speaking, hundreds of purple flying swords trapped her, forcing her to resist with all her strength.
"Break it!" The sharp blade in the female deserter's hand slashed out, the purple flying sword shattered, and a black light hit Zi Xiaotian's chest.
"Bang!" The spiritual light shattered, and Zi Xiaotian's body took a step back.
¡°Crash!¡± A pile of debris fell from Zi Xiaotian¡¯s chest.
"Isn't the eighth-level Huangpin's heart guard only able to withstand one blow? It's worthy of being a desolate man in the Nascent Soul Realm. It's really powerful!" Zi Xiaotian grinned, with blood oozing out from the corner of his mouth. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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