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Chapter 403 Reinforcements

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    at the same time.

    Cai Kunxu has already gathered his troops and is following Xiong Da to the third battlefield.

    Xiong Da was very confused. They did not go directly to the fourth city to recruit troops, but directly recruited people from the bathhouses in the holy city. These monks, both male and female, were all wearing bathrobes and looked reluctant.  , and even water is still dripping from the hair.

    Can such a team go to the battlefield?

    "My lord, I was caught half way through the bath. I don't know when I want to go in again next time. You have to pay me the spiritual stone."

    "Yes, sir, those bastards will definitely seize the seat I'm waiting for. It's hard to grab Tang Neng's first-class seat now!"

    The monks had resentful eyes and kept complaining. Many of them originally wanted to use the power of Tang Neng to break through the realm. Unexpectedly, they were caught by the city lord in the middle, which was really uncomfortable.

    "Go back and talk to Mr. Li. I'll let you spend a day for free. Don't complain. We are going to reinforce the third battlefield this time. The meat mountains over there are overflowing, and there are countless monks killed and injured. City Lord Xiong came here specially to ask for help."

    Cai Kunxu said with a smile.

    "Thisyes, I have to rely on you all, but the strength of the Roshan is not what it used to be. Should you make preparations before going there?"

    Xiong Da looked at the monks who were all wearing bathrobes in front of him, and he felt a little unsure about how such a group of monks who were out of tune could fight against Roshan on the battlefield.

    If nothing else, the bathrobes of those female cultivators will probably slip off if they move a few times. Is this possible?

    "No need, it's just a few meat mountains. Let's finish it quickly and come back early to continue taking a bath."

    A group of monks expressed their opinions one after another, with expressions that did not put the meat mountain in their eyes at all. With Hua Zi, they really have nothing to fear from the meat mountain.

    "this¡­¡­"

    Xiong Da was completely confused and didn¡¯t understand what was going on.

    It seems that something extraordinary happened in the past few days after he left the Holy City. Not only did the Holy City suddenly become prosperous, but even these monks became arrogant.

    If he remembers correctly, the level of monks in the fourth battlefield is generally lower than that in the third battlefield. But now they are saying such arrogant words. Who gave them the confidence?

    An hour later.

    In the third battlefield, blood mist filled the air, roars shook the sky, and a fishy smell came from the shop in the distance.

    The monks tried their best to fight against the meat mountain, but most of them killed each other.

    Ji Lao has disappeared, and now only a group of monks are left fighting desperately on the battlefield.

    "Hurry, go and ask Mr. Ji!"

    "There are too many of these meat mountains, and they are gathered together. Only Mahayana monks can break them!"

    "Our people have lost their minds. Damn it, why did the elder of Huolindong leave? I'm afraid we will all be buried here today."

    The monks¡¯ eyes were red, their chests were heaving violently, their bodies were covered in blood, and they were staring at the scene in the blood mist.

    Broken limbs and broken arms once again covered the battlefield, and the scene became increasingly tragic.

    "Quickly retreat, retreat, rebuild the defense line on the edge of the battlefield, and wait for rescue!"

    The monks made a quick decision and began to retreat. More and more mountains of flesh appeared in front of them, which they could not resist at all. If they were not careful, they would get lost in it and become a killing machine without emotion.

    But at this moment, wisps of white smoke floated lifelessly into the battlefield. The monks couldn't help but sniff it. In just an instant, the symptoms of mental depression caused by the blood mist were wiped away.

    Not only that, they felt that impurities were removed from the internal organs in their bodies in an instant, and the spiritual platform was clear and clear. All the doubts about martial arts in the past were solved now, and their ability to think has improved a lot.

    Suddenly, the monks felt a storm in their hearts. What is this?  It is really incredible that it has such a miraculous effect and can even eliminate the negative effects caused by meat mountains.

    Looking in the direction of the smoke, a large number of monks in bathrobes were slowly walking towards them. Regardless of whether they were men or women, they all had smoking treasures in their mouths.

    The white smoke is coming from here.

    The leader was surprisingly Xiong Da. The monks were collectively petrified. Didn¡¯t they go to ask for help?

    Why did you bring back such a bunch of weird stuff?

    What the hell is that bathrobe on? There¡¯s not even a trace of water on your hair.?How thorough? Can you come back after cleaning up?

    This style is not too casual, as if you are here for an outing.

    "City Lord!"

    "Well, the reinforcements from the fourth battlefield have arrived. Where is Mr. Ji?"

    Xiong Da looked around and asked.

    "Well Mr. Ji said that we should clean up the battlefield first, and then call him if something goes wrong."

    A monk said.

    Xiong Da frowned. Ji Lao's move put the border monks into dire straits. Without the Mahayana monks in charge, the border monks could not resist the invasion of Roshan. The number of monks who were originally few and far between was even greater.  Minus, almost half of them were trapped in the blood mist.

    If this continues, even if there are reinforcements from the fourth battlefield, his entire army on the third battlefield will be annihilated.

    "Hurry up and ask Mr. Ji to come over. Major border issues are not something to be trifled with!"

    Xiong Da said in a deep voice that Huolin Cave could help out of favor on the battlefield. He had no reason to ask others to do anything. However, before this, Mr. Ji had clearly promised that he would guard the battlefield, but now he was derelict in his duty and sent the border to the border area.  Treating the soldier's life as a child's play made him feel a little unhappy.

    "City Lord Cai, you have seen the situation on the battlefield. It is extremely dangerous. Please be careful with the brothers who come for reinforcements."

    Cai Kunxu waved his hand and said: "It doesn't have to be like this. City Lord Xiong's people can withdraw. My men on the fourth battlefield will defeat Roshan and rescue the monks trapped in the blood mist."

    Xiong Dayou was stunned. He didn¡¯t understand where the other party¡¯s confidence came from. The situation was already so difficult. Could it be that the other party didn¡¯t see the broken limbs below?

    While thinking, a group of monks in bathrobes slowly stepped into the battlefield, not taking his words to heart.

    "Brothers and sisters, have you taken care of Hua Zi?"

    "Bring it with you!"

    "Then let's go, kill these meat mountains, and go back and take a bath!"

    The monks on the fourth battlefield were very comfortable and could not see the panic at the moment when the enemy was facing them.

    Slowly, he lit a flower, took a small sip, and puffed out mist, showing no signs of being eroded by the blood-colored mist.

    The monks who evacuated outside the venue were dumbfounded. What is going on? Why are these people not affected by Roshan?

    And what are those smoking sticks in their mouths?

    Xiong Da also looked at it with a look of shock on his face. He didn¡¯t understand what was going on. It seemed that these people had such a stick in their mouths on the way here.

    What kind of divine object is it that is not afraid of the aura of Roshan?

    In the midst of their thoughts, a group of monks were already holding flowers in their mouths and staggering into the blood mist battlefield (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com
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