At midnight, all the Wu clan altars were in place and an all-out attack began.
This time, the three altars cast blood curses, and Qing Ming now has the Unparalleled Dao Realm in the world. The power of the blood curses is greatly reduced, and dozens of mortals die, instead of hundreds and thousands falling at the same time as before.
Wei Yuan patiently waited until all three blood curses were deployed and all the sacrificial power was used, then he activated the power of the Dao Realm and dispelled all three blood curses in one fell swoop.
Dozens of sorcerers on the three altars suddenly fell to the ground and died silently. Only the presiding sorcerers were spared, but their auras were exhausted and they could not be seriously injured. Several sorcerers immediately flew up to the altar and killed the surviving sorcerers.
The great witch took him away, everyone was shocked and confused.
Wei Yuan's counterattack was extremely fierce this time. Countless shamans around the altar looked panicked. They didn't understand what was happening. How could the blood curse that had consumed a large amount of the power of the sacrifice suddenly disappear, and the sorcerer who cast the curse suffered heavy casualties?
Wei Yuan remained calm, but in fact, Qing Ming's remaining power of warmth and nourishment was less than half. However, according to the information left by the immortal, the consumption of the Wu clan should be ten times that of Qing Ming. Now it is Qing Ming who fights with the power of warmth and nourishment.
The power of the Wu Clan's sacrifice depends on who can't bear it first and can't hold on.
The remaining three altars of the Witch Clan strengthen the power of heaven and earth in the Witch Realm, directly compressing the Qingming Realm, making Wei Yuan unable to counterattack.
However, with the Wushuang Dao Realm, the stability of the Qingming Realm has been doubled, and the difficulty of compressing it has skyrocketed.
It was late at night, when the power of the Wu Clan was at its peak, and the altar was used to strengthen the power of heaven and earth, so the Qingming Realm was compressed by fifty miles. It was originally supposed to be compressed by a hundred miles, but after the Wushuang Dao Realm was activated, the Wushu in this area
The effectiveness of the method is also greatly reduced.
But retreating fifty miles would be fatal, as the entire city of Ding'an would be exposed outside the boundary.
At the center of the Wu Clan, a three-foot-tall witch picked up his drumstick and began to beat the war drum. His whole body was glowing with blood, and his aura was extremely fiery. He was clearly a wild witch. And the side in front of him reached the sky.
The war drum is made from the skin of fairy-level monsters, and one sound of the drum can imbue 100,000 people with bloodthirsty power.
Seeing this desolate witch, Wei Yuan's heart trembled, but he was not surprised. The desolate witch was not only found in the desolate ancestor tribe. Hongye suffered a big loss in the last battle and would definitely need to bring in reinforcements when he returned.
The front troops of the Wu clan were covered in blood, and they instantly became violent and bloodthirsty, howling and starting to charge.
Wei Yuan took advantage of the fact that the power of Ding'an City's boundary had not completely dissipated, activated the city defense array, and then opened up all firepower for the defense, and at the same time, the rail gun began to launch missiles to bombard the Wu clan.
The great witch in the witch army intervened, but the human monks also controlled the missiles to dodge, and the trajectory of the missiles was erratic.
There were still many successes, and each shot took away the lives of thousands of witch soldiers.
The witch army came in like a tide, and the green darkness was like an embankment, causing the first wave to shatter on the embankment.
The witch army activates bloodthirsty with the sky-raising war drum, while the Qingming defenders have instant beings. The forwards of the witch army are originally one level higher than human mortals on average, and after turning on bloodthirst, their combat power increases by another level.
However, the sentient beings in an instant can directly upgrade a mortal by two levels. In comparison, the human mortals are slightly stronger. Coupled with the cover of muskets, forts, city defense artillery and missiles, one mortal can basically exchange for two witch armies.
In Wei Yuan's perception, as soon as the two armies engaged in battle, the aura of our own soldiers disappeared in a large area. In the fortress area where he personally guarded, the battle was especially bloody and brutal. The two-story fortress in front was less than half an hour old.
They were all lost, and the tens of thousands of defenders inside were all killed.
This time, the Wu Clan deployed six legions on Wei Yuan's side, three in front and three in the back, forcing Wei Yuan to fight.
Wei Yuan's consciousness moved and summoned several special missiles. The missiles exploded at high altitudes at various locations, and several extremely blazing white lights suddenly lit up over the battlefield, illuminating everything within a hundred miles in an instant!
This kind of light was extremely irritating to the eyes of the Witch Clan, but the Human Race just found it dazzling. In an instant, countless Wu Clan warriors screamed and covered their eyes, while the Human Race took advantage of the situation to cover up and kill them.
Suddenly the earth shook again, and the three small fortresses at the front suddenly exploded continuously. It turned out that Wei Yuan had secretly buried explosives underground. The Wu clan only focused on guarding against missiles in the sky, but they did not expect that the fortresses they occupied were all filled with explosive barrels.
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Then the armies of both sides fought on a front that was more than ten miles long.
In the center of the battle line, the little monk Honglian's face had become extremely twisted. He held a jade sword in one hand and a devil in the other. Endless waves of blood sea loomed within more than ten feet around him, but in the darkness, no one noticed anything strange.
Witch warriors who enter the blood sea will immediately become drowsy and move slowly.
The young monk swung out a long sword of light, and with one sweep, he cut in half a dozen Wu clan warriors. To subdue the demon, he swung out pieces of dark golden light mist. The light mist had a radius of several feet, and once the Wu clan got involved,
The light mist is in the sea of ​​blood again. After a while, his eyes will explode and he will squirt out blood and die.
Wei Yuan had noticed the young monk, but this was the first time he saw him fighting in the military formation.
The little monk's every move seems inconspicuous, but the killing is extremely efficient and terrifying. Dozens of witch soldiers will die around him every moment. In less than an hour since the beginning, more than 100 witch soldiers have died in his hands.
Five thousand!
Wherever the little monk's sea of ​​blood passes, the military spirit of the witch army seems to lose its effectiveness. Regardless of the witch warriors, nobles, or great witches, they will become extremely weak.
Seeing this, Wei Yuan realized how special the little monk was. He specialized in killing Wu clan warriors below Daoji. Whether they were untouchables or elites, anyone who entered his sea of ​​blood would not survive for more than five breaths.
Once a powerful Taoist priest or a great witch appears, the Peacock Buddha Mother hidden in the army will take over. The Peacock Buddha Mother's attack method is also very strange, and she will pray from time to time.
Even a great witch will lose half of his life immediately if he is stained with the blood of a young monk and is worshiped by the Peacock Buddha Mother. If he is smart enough to turn around and run away, he can still save his life. If he is slow to react, he will be worshiped again.
Once the Qi is like a gossamer, you will definitely die after three worships.
The two monks cooperated very well. In one hour, the Peacock Buddha Mother had killed three great witches, and nearly a hundred more witches of all kinds, including power witches, blood witches, and magic witches.
The vitality of heaven and earth continued to pour out of the sky above the two monks, mixing with the murderous aura, karma, and blood around them.
The achievements of the two monks are astonishing, just look at the endless gifts from heaven and earth.
Suddenly, the front line where the two of them were located seemed to have the potential to push back!
Just looking at it now, Wei Yuan was surprised. The young monk was so murderous against ordinary shamans. Wasn't he afraid of karma? The karma of the Peacock Buddha Mother didn't seem to be much better.
But the Peacock Buddha Mother seemed not to be surprised, so Wei Yuan guessed that the young monk either had a special Taoist foundation or extraordinary luck and was not afraid of karma. Looking at the sea of ​​blood around him, he might still be using karma.
Practice.
The local battle situation did not affect the situation of the entire battlefield.
At this time, there were repeated battles on the front line, and the wall in front of Ding'an City had changed hands several times. Wei Yuan almost mechanically gave the order to fill in the walls with 10,000 people and burn them all; then fill them in with 10,000 people and burn them all again.
Finally, the city defense formation was overwhelmed and completely extinguished. This time, Wei Yuan did not send anyone to the front city wall, but withdrew the troops outside the city in advance, and then regarded the back city wall as a new front line and began to garrison and compete here.
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Every moment, thousands of soldiers died on both sides.
Suddenly there was a cry on the battlefield below Wei Yuan. It turned out to be the refugees from the Zhao Kingdom. They were originally stationed at the end, thinking that this battle would not be their turn. However, they did not expect that there were so many Wu Clan troops and they pushed all the way to the last line of defense.
forward!
Many refugees shouted, threw down their weapons and tried to escape. However, Wei Yuan placed 3,000 dead soldiers among them, who were part of the original 80,000 people.
These dead soldiers immediately shouted to stop, and even slashed down dozens of people who tried to escape with their swords. Then they took the lead in climbing onto the city and began to fight to the death with the Wu clan.
The refugees in Zhao State were originally trembling, but at this moment invisible power fell from the sky, instantly making them feel extremely powerful.
Then the vague light curtains fell one after another, and the refugees covered by it immediately had bloodshot eyes, no longer fearful, and became extremely violent. When they saw someone leading the bloody battle, they immediately climbed onto the city with howls and began to fight in a bloody battle.
Feng Chutang emerged from the night and nodded to Wei Yuan. He looked tired, and Yintang was even more obviously blue and black.
The two of them did not stop, and immediately flew to the next fortress where the refugees from the Zhao Kingdom were, and dealt with them in the same way. Wei Yuan blessed all living beings in the moment, and Feng Chutang cast the Hundred Battles Heroic Soul.
By the time all four fortresses were processed, green veins had appeared on Feng Chutang's face.
He looked particularly ferocious, and his movements became sluggish, as if he was carrying a heavy mountain on his back.
"I have to - go - take a rest..." Feng Chutang barely maintained his flight and slowly flew towards the core of the realm.
At this time, Wei Yuan suddenly heard a crisp popping sound in his ears. He turned around and saw that the source of the sound was the young monk. A blood vessel in the corner of his eye burst, and his entire eye became blood red, and his forehead was red.
Veins appeared, and his originally handsome face turned into a terrifying one. The sea of ​​blood around him became more obvious, as if it were real, and even more turbulent.
The Peacock Buddha Mother proclaimed the name of the Buddha and said: "Just come here."
The little monk gritted his teeth and said: "It's okay, I can still hold on for a while, and I won't kill them all. The altar of the young master is not clean... Why are there so many witches in the witch clan!"
The Peacock Buddha Mother sighed and continued to fight.
Half an hour later, all the fortresses on the fourth floor fell, and all 50,000 Zhao refugees died. The Wu clan left nearly 100,000 bodies here.
The young monk had just killed the 15,000th enemy when suddenly the sea of ​​blood boiled. His eyes exploded and two long pillars of blood spurted out. But he just snorted softly and remained standing! The surrounding witch clan was stunned for a moment.
I was so timid that I didn't dare to step forward.
The Peacock Buddha Mother sighed softly, picked up the little monk, turned and walked away. He walked through the air, leaving a bloody footprint in the air with every step he took.
Wei Yuan turned his eyes again and saw a dozen Daoji cultivators fighting their way out of the witch formation. The two people in the middle were carrying Xu Henshui. At this time, Xu Henshui's left arm disappeared, and there was a large transparent hole in his abdomen.
The man was unconscious. But gifts from heaven and earth kept pouring down from above, and it was obviously not one.
It seems that Xu Henshui fought with several great witches above the witch clan. After being seriously injured, he fell into the enemy's formation and was snatched back by these cultivators. However, only fifty Daoji were killed when they came out, and only twelve were left.
indivual.
There are too many witch clans. Not only are there ordinary warriors, but there are also many great witches who are several times as many as human beings.
It was getting dark, but the Wu clan showed no signs of retreating and were still sending waves of troops into the battlefield.
In Wei Yuan's eyes, he could see countless souls crying and wandering in the air, and saw groups of mortals entering the battle line.
Then they fight together to death.
Suddenly, there was a surge of anger in his heart. Wei Yuan took out the Yang Bullet and said loudly: "Hongye! I heard that you were also a top ghost witch in the past. How dare you fight me to the death?!"
Wei Yuan's voice echoed throughout the battlefield, while Hong Ye stared at the Yang Bullet in Wei Yuan's hand with a solemn expression.
Wei Yuan waited for a moment, but when there was no response, he cursed: "Trash!"
He flew into the sky, with his back to the rising sun, facing the entire witch army, and shouted again: "Who has three thousand suns to live?
Dare you fight me to the death?!"
Chapter completed!