Family cultivation of immortality: starting from Jiuhua Mountain

Chapter 144 The Battle to Break the City

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In the dark night, hundreds of foundation-building monks from the Cangling Sect camp and 800 Qi-refining phase monks rushed towards the west gate of Lingyang City. In order to avoid being discovered in advance, they did not use magic weapons to fly. They were obviously prepared. The idea is to have a sneak attack with a magic weapon.

Moreover, all the members of the team were covered in white invisible gauze, which appeared like shadows in the moonlight and had no aura at all. It was easy for high-level monks to miss them without personally inspecting them.

A dark cloud covered the bright moon, and the light was not bright tonight, which seemed to indicate that something was about to happen.

When time unknowingly comes to the ugly time, people are most likely to get sleepy at this time, and it is easy to relax caution.

To the west of the Nine Sun Divine Fire Formation, the eyelids of the two inner disciples on the wall of Lingyang Immortal City were also twitching. Occasionally they glanced outside the formation, and when they saw that the situation on the golden plain was as usual, they withdrew their gaze and continued to fight against the Sandman. .

Sudden! A disciple who looked a little clever seemed to feel something. He turned his head and looked outside the formation carefully.

I saw colorful brilliance light up, breaking the tranquility of the night.

Red, blue, purple, white, all kinds of auras quickly magnified in the field of vision, and the disciple opened his eyes wide, and finally saw the true colors of these brilliance.

Fireballs, ice picks, thunder and lightning, and wind blades turned out to be spells released by monks!

"No, enemy attack!"

The disciple finally realized something, and immediately his sleepiness completely dissipated. He quickly used the amplification spell to shout wildly, trying to notify another disciple on the watchtower and the other disciples stationed there.

After shouting four or five times in a row, the disciples above the city wall woke up one after another. There was a formation outside the city wall to block the sounds from outside.

Following the spells were various kinds of magic weapons, which emitted more powerful spiritual light. Obviously, their power was much greater than that of the spells. They followed closely behind the spells and attacked the dark shield.

"bang bang"

Magic weapons and spells attacked the dark shield, making loud noises, breaking the silence of the night.

However, the [Nine Yang Divine Fire Formation] is worthy of being a fifth-level forbidden formation. It was attacked simultaneously by nearly a hundred monks in the foundation building stage and nearly a thousand monks in the Qi Refining stage. The light only dimmed for a few times, and then the light of the shield gradually faded away. There is a trend of recovery.

Along with the melee between Jindan Zhenren and the virtual sky, a fierce battle to destroy the city also broke out on the earth!

The fierce battle continued until the next morning!

At this time, outside Lingyang City, swords, swords and shadows were interlaced, spells and talismans were bombarded indiscriminately, and batches of charging Qi Practitioners rushed towards the enemy formation like sharp arrows.

Maybe they don't want to fight all the time, but when they go to the battlefield, they can't help it. Although charging forward is a narrow escape, there is still a glimmer of hope after all. If they are afraid of the enemy and are too timid to retreat, they may die on the spot.

"Everyone, sacrifice magic!"

Arrows rained like rain, and the dense fire arrows were like red flames. The sound of shooting continued. The enemy troops were covered by the rain of arrows and retreated steadily.

Dark clouds roared across the sky and cut through thunder and lightning, and the blood-red smell spread over the ruins that were silent for a moment but noisy at the same time. The whining and sword shadows that had just dissipated bloomed in the wind again. The piled up remains were ferocious and terrifying, and the thick atmosphere made people almost suffocated.

At this moment, most of the monks on both sides have died, and the leaders of the monks facing each other in front of the formation are tired and determined.

The final decisive battle between the Qingyuan Sect monks' coalition and the Jingyang Gate was a bloodbath and tragedy.

The monk's impact, the stubborn heel, the ferocious face, the bloody sword, the low howl, the diffuse smoke, the entire Golden Drum Plain was shrouded and annihilated by the tragic atmosphere of this primitive fight.

On Lingyang City, the thick smoke rising from the fierce battle filled the entire city.

The flaming banner with the word "Jingyang" fluttering in the wind was already broken and tattered, and seemed to fall down in an instant.

On top of the city tower, there were corpses lying on the ground, bleeding continuously, but no one stepped forward to clean them up. The thick smell of blood and sweat mixed with each other filled the air, making it pungent and unpleasant.

The war is still going on, and thousands of famous monks are still fighting in the corner of the city, screaming and screaming loudly and touchingly.

The densely packed figures of Qing Yuan Alliance monks below the city undulated like waves, and from their mouths, they let out shouts that shook the world.

"Everyone, let me kill you!"

The leader of the team, Shen Yuntong, took the lead and launched a red gold flying sword, the blade flashing wildly.

This kind of shouting, contagious and encouraging each other, dispelled many inexplicable fears in my heart.

Arrows flew wildly in the air, and the long-drawn magic spells pierced the clear sky like locusts passing through. I saw the Qi Refining monks falling to the ground after being struck by arrows.

As soon as the Qingyuan Sect monk climbed onto the city wall, he was immediately killed by several Jingyang disciples who swarmed towards him with swords. He was outnumbered and outnumbered.

"The city is here, and the people are here!"

"If the city dies, the people will die!"

"..."

The shrill screams, crazy killings, and blazing flames made the monks on both sides even more angry, and the war became more and more intense.

This battle in Lingyang seems to have become the most difficult battle that many monks have encountered.

The setting sun was like blood, and the afterglow of the setting sun poured onto the tower.

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