"Black and white guardian!"

The scholar of the poisonous hand called out, and the black and white guardian came in immediately, with a little disappointed expression.

They thought that the Poison Scholar would directly destroy Fang Xing, the offensive guy...

The White Dharma King was even planning to recommend several tortures in the sects, but it seems that they are not useful now.

"From today on, the Ancestor of Nature joins us and prepares to launch a final decisive battle against the sectarian alliance!"

The scholar of the poisonous hand coughed lightly and said, "You two, when you see the ancestor of nature, you should respect me as much as you see me..."

"What?"

The Black Dharma King and the White Dharma King looked at each other and felt a little unbelievable.

Especially the White Dharma King!

She has always been ashamed of losing to Fang Xing. How come she turns her head now? Fang Xing has become her boss?

However, this woman and the Black Dharma King are both smart people. When they looked at each other, they probably guessed that Fang Xing had secretly entered the sect.

As for the remnants of the ancient Taoist throne in this place outside, they suddenly became the gods of the Great Destruction God, their minds could not be turned on and would not consider this aspect.

"Okay, let's look at the combat arrangements next..."

The scholar of the poisonous hand received a warning from Fang Xing and said, "Now, the alliance of the seven major sects uses the Blood Shadow Gate as the foundation to deal with our army... Its high-end combat power is seven major lords of Yang God... Among them, the upper temple can use the 'God's Art', and invite a puppet ancestor at the Yang God Queen realm to entangle with me."

"Although the ancestors of Feixian Sect and Haoyang Palace are only around the Yangshenchu ​​Realm, there are also treasures in the sect... Let's gather together a 'Jingtian Six Treasures', which is enough to entangle the magical artifacts..."

"There are six high priests on our side. We need to arrange rituals in advance to barely have the power of Yang Shen..."

"In terms of military formations, our professional team has an absolute advantage, but the number of people is small. If we forcefully attack the opponent's formation, the losses will be too great..."

Fang Xing nodded repeatedly when he heard this.

The formations in the world of cultivation are equivalent to ancient city walls. No matter when attacking enemies protected by city walls, you must pay a heavy price.

Therefore, there is the saying that attacking the heart is the best, and attacking the city is the best.

Of course, in the world of cultivation, it mainly depends on the outcome of the top combat power.

"We didn't launch a decisive battle before, just because we lacked the final result. Now that the ancestor of nature has joined, his cultivation is comparable to that of the Yang Shen Hou Realm, which is enough to kill several Yang Shen Zhenjun and lay the foundation for the overall situation..."

The Taoist scholar of the poisonous hand.

"Yang Shenhou Realm?"

The Black Dharma King was shocked, and the White Dharma King sighed in his heart, knowing that he might not be able to avenge him forever.

...

The real battle is approaching, and it is almost a bright card for both sides.

Various abnormal movements of the Killing Sect army soon passed the information to the sect alliance through spies.

Whether it is true or false, they have no choice but to follow the strategic defensive.

Even prepare for the final decisive battle.

In this process, how many heroic deeds have occurred in various intelligence personnel, and even the casualties on each front, can only be turned into numbers and summarized at the table of the decision-maker.

...

Blood Shadow Gate Mountain Gate.

Inside a theater.

Xi Lianzhen took the stage to sing, with all kinds of shadow puppets and paper men's music class beating drums and drums, which was very lively.

But for all the Yangshen True Lords below, this is just the joy of playing.

They seem to enjoy the banquet, but in fact, various divine thoughts are quickly intertwined, discussing:

"There is an abnormal movement in the Killing Sect...30% may be that reinforcements have come from the Great Zhou!"

"Damn Da Zhou, are those three ultimate barriers and Changyuan defense lines all blind?"

"Hmph, Dazhou wished to exile all the pagans to this point, but everyone knew... "

"What's the point?"

The ancestor of the Blood Shadow Sect looks like a ceramic doll, with two braids and big red jacket, looking very festive.

Hearing this, he replied: "It is the natural sect leader who joined the group... This person is very powerful, I even suspect that he has been promoted to the Yang Shenhou Realm!"

"impossible……"

A chubby old man wearing a gray beggar's robe shook his head: "The resources outside the place are limited, so I will be surprised for a long time if I can have an additional Yang Shen Zhenjun... Yang Shen Hou Realm? How did he practice?"

"And...is under the nose of the old ghost Aoki? Haha... this old ghost is really useless..."

The Confucian scholar of the sect leader of the Haoyang Sect dressed up like a jade face and looked majestic. He shook his head and said, "There are not many special features in the supernatural powers of fellow Taoists, besides saving lives. No wonder Qingmu Ridge was the first to be driven to the outside world..."

"Now that donor Aoki is dead, let's discuss the next battle."

An old monk with yellow appearance, like a piece of dead wood, folded his hands together: "We have cut our flesh and feed the eagle to worship it in the temple with the incense of the six sects. I wonder if we can invite more Yang God's combat power?"

The Lord of the Shangshen Temple dressed like an ancient witch inkstone, and his voice was hoarse: "After all, the place outside is too small and the population is too small... The incense power accumulated recently can only be used to invite the three generations of ancestors to barely move for a while..."

He is famous for his magical skills at the temple and is best at inviting various "gods" to help.

In fact, it is the ancestor Yang Shen who was preserved by various secret techniques. The so-called gods completely stick to their faces.

In the Great Zhou Divine Dynasty, it will definitely be beaten by the Imperial Heaven Supervision.

Even the Yang Shen thought retained by this secret method cannot be considered resurrection or immortality at all. It is more equivalent to a kind of "soul refining corpse", and the activation conditions are also very harsh.

Even so, the upper temple has a great foundation. If you give it enough faith, incense and vows, you might be able to invite a semi-spirited soul - if someone among its ancestors of all generations can reach such a state!

"hey-hey……"

A Taoist priest wearing a black feathered suit and a Taoist crown next to him shook his head: "Brother Wu is not sincere... I have been dealing with you in the temple for nearly a thousand years. Naturally, I know that you have a great foundation in going to the temple. Every time I help others witness the covenant, I have to collect incense talisman money... Now, the "incense money" in the Eight Treasures Merit and Vow Pool has accumulated. We have been forced to a desperate situation. Even the treasures of our ancestors have been donated to form the "Jingtian Six Treasures". Brother Wu, do you still want to hide your own private parts?"

As long as Shinto has the incense of faith, he can continuously accumulate foundation.

Speaking of which, it is a very strange thing to make Feijian Sect the boss of the above temple ancient times.

Several of the great Yang God True Lords looked at each other and felt that they were hiding their weaknesses in the temple.

"Oh... Incense money is the last capital of our temple. Once it is used too much, it cannot maintain the incense spiritual realm. It is said that the ancestor's soul and Dharma image are at risk of dissipation..."

The Lord of the Witch Palace looked very ugly: "That's the foundation I brought from the Great Zhou Dynasty when I went to the temple. I didn't want to use it many times when I faced the power of the destruction sect..."

"Do we still have a place to retreat now?"

The Blood Shadow Ancestor, who looks like a porcelain doll, shouted: "After this battle, I will go to the temple to preach for a hundred years! And... I also have a few shadow puppet paper men fighting power in my old hands, which is also the foundation of the sect. This time I will all be released..."

"Okay, Blood Shadow has already expressed his opinion, I cannot be stingy."

The beggar-like true king Yangshen said: "There are several ancient jade talismans in this sect that will be shot together at that time, and the enemy will be in a hurry..."

"Amitabha... There are three hundred golden arhats in Vajra Temple, who can support this war."

The old monk with his hands folded.

"Since that's the case, there is still a foundation left by the ancestors in this temple, and the old Taoist will also bring it with you."

Taoist Heiyu also gritted his teeth: "This is the killing sect that will not let us live... As for Brother Wu, if our major sects are destroyed, do you think your family can have good fruits?"

The Master of the Witch Palace looked around and knew that each family had been forced to give his final trump card.

The Blood Shadow Ancestor was not unaware of the meaning of pinching a handful of oil and water in the end, but most of his territory was defeated, so he was the most generous.

He sighed: "Since that's the case, I can't go to the temple... At that time, the incense money will be used at any cost, and it will be enough to awaken another ancestor in the Yang Shenhou Realm... If the ancestor dares to come, he will definitely surprise him."

...

A few months later.

Blood Shadow Gate Mountain Gate.

Fang Xing flew over a paper slave valley and couldn't help but sigh.

A hundred years ago, I was struggling to survive here.

Unexpectedly, more than a hundred years later, I personally led my troops to flatten the place.

He calmed down and came to the forefront.

The Blood Shadow Gate relies on the formation to protect it, and there is also a paper house hole, and a theater stands outside the formation, showing the momentum of horns.

In Fang Xing's view, it was like the prominent acropolis and fortresses during the siege.

With cooperation, it can bring more damage to the attacking side.

Fang Xing's eyes were deep, and he saw the disciples of the Blood Shadow Sect who were densely packed in the formation, as well as shadow puppets in the theater, as well as the layers of paper men in the cave heaven of the paper house...

And the enemy of the Killing Sect is far more than the Xueying Sect!

The army of Killing Sect is also lined up in square formations, and the core is naturally five thousand guards of the sect.

In addition, there are also subdued Feijian Sect, the mercenary army composed of scattered cultivators...

There are more than ten thousand people, boundless, but now the army of killing sects looks like there are more than tens of thousands?
To be continued...