Three intelligence officers filmed the City of Death from three different directions, two on the periphery and one on the inside.

The intelligence officer inside also gave Ye Xiong a big special to the air inside.

"This guy is the King of Jiangnan, he is so young." King Qiao Ming of the Western Regions said unexpectedly.

"Young is young, but why do you feel that the temperament on your face seems to be very vicissitudes?" Dragon King Long Batian was a little puzzled.

"If you don't say it, I really didn't see it. This guy doesn't look like he is only in his twenties or thirties at all."

Listening to the admiring voice of the kings of the two realms, Arosa couldn't help feeling a little complicated.

It's amazing that he has grown to this point after only more than two years.

Not only the King of the Western Regions and the Dragon King, but also the dead Ice Emperor gave him his closest pair of children to protect, which shows how far the Ice Emperor wrote to him was.

If it weren't for the wrong decision I had made at the beginning, and wanted to kill the three leaders of the Jiangnan King and the Schizophrenia Group with the Extinction Array, he might be the most famous genius in the Southern Region. Thinking of this, she actually regretted it. She had never regretted what she had done before.

At this moment, a dark figure appeared on another image, and the army in the Demon Realm finally arrived.

...

In a moment, the army of the Demon Realm arrived above the City of Death.

One thousand people are in front and more than seven hundred people are in the back, which is clearly divided.

"Where is the King of Jiangnan? I speak up." Qi Sha said arrogantly.

Ye Xiong flew up in the air, looked at Qisha from afar through the city moat and said lightly: "What's the matter with your grandfather?"

Ye Xiong laughed when he spoke seriously but was just a swear word.

"Brother Ye is so funny. He is still in the mood to joke at this time. I'm so laughing to death." Meng Miao covered his stomach off the court.

Qi Sha's face turned pale. How could his dignified Qi Sha's young master have been humiliated like this?

"King of Jiangnan, I originally thought you were a talented person and wanted to give you the opportunity to join our demon world. I didn't expect you to be so ungrateful. Today I will let you know that you can't afford to offend me, the Seven Killing Master."

After Qi Sha finished speaking, he waved his hand: "Give it all up to me, break this ban first."

At this moment, a thousand people took action at the same time, and various magic attacks fell on the ban.

I originally thought that the ban would be broken soon, but I didn’t know that after more than ten minutes of continuous attack, the ban was not broken at all.

"Hehe, when did the City of Death have such a powerful city moat restriction?" Qi Sha was very puzzled.

He had broken through more than a dozen cities, many of which had defensive restrictions. Never had such a stable one. Hundreds of people went up and attacked together, but they could not even break the restrictions.

"Even our city moat formation cannot be broken, and we still want to break through our city of death, a joke." Ye Xiong sneered.

The monks in the ban were shocked. They were ready to fight and fight. Who knew that the other party could not even break the ban.

Above the village system, countless golden inscriptions flashed in various parts of the formation, resolving all attacks.

How have they seen such a powerful city moat ban?

Ye Xiong flew up and landed beside the ban, and used the Brahma Saint's Achievement. A golden light flashed by his finger, and a series of symbols fell from the end of his finger to the formation.

Inscriptions are always consumables. As foreign attacks increase, inscriptions disappear more and more. He wants to hand over the disappearing inscriptions. Otherwise, when the inscription is exhausted, the ban will be broken.

So, a strange scene appeared. Thousands of demon cultivators outside kept attacking the formation, while Ye Xiong kept repairing it, as if one person was fighting against a thousand people.

Southern Region, combat command center.

When he was aimed at the King of Jiangnan, he was calm and selfless in his inscription repair. When each inscription symbol was destroyed, he engraved an inscription in his hand, repaired it quickly and added to the defense.

"This is the inscription of Jin Fan. I have always heard of rumors and never seen them. When I saw them today, it was indeed against the will of heaven." Long Batian sighed.

"No, is he still a human being in one to a thousand? The greatest inscription master is just like this." Qiao Ming said.

"Hmph, he did this just waste his energy. No matter how strong he is, the speed of replenishing the inscription will never be comparable to the speed of destroying it. It will be a matter of time before the restriction is broken." Arosa snorted.

"That may not be. Have you not seen that all the monks in the City of Death are raising their energy? Even if this restriction is broken, these demon cultivators will consume a lot of energy. It is still hard to say who will lose and who will win or lose," said Qiao Ming.

"It seems that this guy is very smart!" Long Batian sighed.

...

Ye Xiong's inscriptions were engraving faster and faster, and despite this, it was still far from being destroyed.

At this moment, a roar came from outside, and the figure of Qi Sha shook, landed on the top of the ban, and slapped out with a palm.

A tide of momentum like a craziest sea was pressing down, preventing a wave of turmoil, and more than a dozen inscriptions were symbolized into light spots and digested into the void.

"King of Jiangnan, I just depend on how long your ban can protect you."

The Qi Killing was so angry that his lungs exploded. His subordinates had not broken through for half an hour. You should know that the four demons were watching this battle. Not only the four demons, but now there are many people in the cultivation world paying attention to this battle. If they cannot break through, they will lose all their faces.

"Brother Ye, let's take action!" Meng Bing'er couldn't help but say anxiously.

"Don't worry, wait for my order." Ye Xiong said lightly.

Although the monks inside wanted to rush out very much, they could only stand and stand by when they thought of Ye Xiong's orders.

Finally, Ye Xiong issued an order: "First level, three hundred monks attack, the distance between the ban cannot exceed 30 meters, come back immediately after five minutes, and do not violate the order, otherwise the military law will be dealt with."

After hearing the order, Shirley held the sword and shouted loudly: "Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill these bastards."

"Punish them out of the realm of cultivation."

Three hundred monks holding inscription weapons rushed out.

Because the weapons on their hands are engraved with inscriptions, they can shuttle through the ban at will.

These three hundred people are the strongest. The weapons in their hands were engraved by Ye Xiong himself. In addition, they were nurturing their energy and were immediately imposing.

On the other hand, those demon cultivators consumed a lot of energy due to the attack restrictions, and they were exhausted. They were killed and were unable to do anything, and a large number of them fell down.

When they realized that they had suffered many casualties.

"Time is up, come back." Ye Xiong ordered loudly and shouted: "The first gear is back, the second gear is eight hundred monks."

The three hundred monks outside holding inscription weapons quickly retreated to rest within the ban, and then continued to go up with a weaker strength in the second level.

Next, these monks finally understood Ye Xiong's intentions.

He wanted the monk to kill the enemy with all his strength when he went out. When he was tired of killing, he would come back to take the pills and rest. When his vitality recovered, he would continue to go out to kill, and he would take the turn.

This ban is like a safe haven.

In just one hour, most of the demon cultivators died and injured, and the number of deaths in the city of Death was less than one-tenth of the demon cultivators.

Ye Xiong seemed to have guessed this kind of battle situation a long time ago, floating in the air, and continued to carve the inscriptions.

At this moment, he was calm and composed, as grand as Mount Tai.

(End of this chapter)
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