Xianhong Road

Chapter 259 Siege Melee ([-])
At this moment, the alliance of monks attacking the colorful castle is stronger than ever.

In just half a month, one or two hundred monks gathered here, and at least [-]% of them were above the stage of concentrating.

Everyone firmly believes that the destruction of Colorful Castle is only a matter of time.

Yang Fan made some statistics and came to an astonishing conclusion: "Sixty to seventy percent of the forces in the Nine Nether Secret Realm are gathered in the Colorful Castle..."

The only thing that surprised people was that the three most powerful sects of Yuyang Kingdom did not rush over.

This point made many monks secretly speculate: Maybe there is some greater temptation in the Nine Nethers Secret Realm, so that the three top forces of Yuyang Kingdom are restrained and have no time to clone.

As a result, the major forces outside the colorful castle can be said to have no leader, and they only gather together based on short-term interests.

Among these many forces, the most powerful are mainly the two major camps of casual cultivators, the righteous and the devil, and there are two other first-class sects: the ghost and fantasy sect, and the Jinhong sect.

Further down, there are about seven or eight second-rate forces like the Jingdu Yuwen family, and their strength should not be underestimated, but there are no foundation-building stage powerhouses.

The mass gathering of human monks caused panic among the natives in the colorful castle, and more manpower was dispatched.

On the city wall, the number of siege crossbows increased to thirty or forty, which posed a great threat to the monks below, and casualties often occurred.

Under such circumstances, Yang Fan started to get busy, and he didn't care which faction it was, as long as he encountered an injured monk and the other party didn't refuse, he would take the initiative to help treat it.

This is a great time to improve your cultivation...

Yang Fan was secretly delighted, wishing he could have countless body parts.

It's a pity that he is not the only pharmacist in this battle, there are also some pharmacists from other camps.

In addition to improving his cultivation, Yang Fan can also get an additional benefit.

The material of the siege crossbow is extremely hard, and it is suspected to be the best material for refining magic weapons. When he saves people, he will take the sheep and take the drawn crossbow as a reward.

In this regard, those monks who were saved were naturally embarrassed to object and care about it.Compared with one's own life, a crossbow arrow is nothing but an external possession.

In this way, he can almost get a siege arrow for every person he heals.

Over time, Yang Fan didn't know how many crossbow arrows he got, and in the end, he became a little numb.

According to Yang Fan's guess, the value of each siege crossbow is at least comparable to a high-grade spiritual weapon!
Yang Fan's frequent appearance on the field also attracted the attention of these forces.All the pharmacists were amazed by his healing speed and effect, and felt envious.

Gradually, the reputation of the number one genius doctor in Kyoto spread among these monks...

The monks who had been saved by Yang Fan looked at him with gratitude and respect from the bottom of their hearts.

"Look, the native king has come out..."

At a certain moment, there was a commotion in the monk camp.

Yang Fan looked sideways and saw an old man wearing a crown and holding a scepter on the city wall.

The native king lightly raised his scepter, and the attacking warriors on the city wall stopped.

Soon, a tall man in golden armor came out and spoke loudly to the monks below.

It's a pity that the monks couldn't understand this native language at all.

Yang Fan guessed that the natives might want to negotiate with the monks outside the city.

"Hee hee, the native king, the scepter in his hand does not seem to be an ordinary thing..."

The little girl in the white skirt in the ghost door said innocently.

"He's the native king, kill him."

The ghost-eyed man beside her said coldly.

"Okay, then kill him."

The little girl in the white skirt giggled, and suddenly closed her eyes.

Suddenly, a strange wave rippled from her position to the city wall.

The native king felt something was wrong, his body suddenly turned cold, and just about to speak, his face suddenly turned pale.

The next moment, he closed his eyes, put his head in his hands, and looked pained.

The native warriors around were in a mess, shouting and shouting.

"what!"

Suddenly, the native king vomited a mouthful of blood, fell down, bled from his seven orifices, and died.

Following the death of the native king, there was a commotion on the city wall, and the golden armored warrior yelled loudly like a thunderbolt, which shocked the scene.

"Killing people invisible... This is a bit like my secret skill of Xianhong."

Yang Fan saw everything that happened before and after, and was secretly startled by the strange ability of the little girl in the short skirt of the ghost door.

This is an attack on the spiritual level, and the formations outside the colorful castle cannot completely block it.

"Ghost door..." Mengxuan murmured in a low voice, staring at the little girl in the short skirt not far away, "I never thought that she could practice the legendary 'Dream Soul Dafa' to such a level."Ghost Huanmen' is worthy of being a super-big sect in the past, if the ancestors in the Yuanying period hadn't fallen, the current strength should be able to compete with top sects such as Qingyuanmen."

"The native king died, and all major forces have dug underground passages leading to the castle. It seems that the day of breaking the city is not far away..."

Loeb said indifferently.

"I have controlled eight monks now. Among the monks of the 'Ghost Illusion Gate', there are those who are good at spiritual mysteries. Although they came late, they may control more people than me."

Mengxuan's tone was serious.

On the other side, Yang Fan was not idle either. While treating the wounded to improve his cultivation, he was also secretly observing the situation of all parties.

"It seems that these natives can no longer hold on..."

Yang Fan thought to himself.

Under the attack of the Human Monk Alliance, the native castle had to replace the spirit stones of the formation almost every other day, and the monks probably figured out where the spirit stones were placed.

After the death of the native king, the golden armored warrior temporarily stabilized the situation.

Of course, the monks of the Ghost Sect also tried to kill the golden armored warrior, but ended in failure.

Yang Fan guessed that the strength of this golden-armored warrior had reached the pinnacle of a secular warrior, not even worse than King Yan Yuwenlie.

Although the spirit mysticism of the monks of the Ghost Illusion Sect is extremely powerful, they are far apart and separated by ancient formations, so they can only exert two or three points of their power. It is indeed difficult to kill warriors of this level.

However, Yang Fan really saw that two innate warriors were killed by the little girl in a strange and unpredictable way.

This method is simply appalling.

After the death of the native king, the human monk alliance attacked continuously for seven days and seven nights, and the forces of all parties are planning to launch the final internal and external cooperation.

Success and failure will be in the next few days.

Yang Fan kept in touch with the "Glass Cold Crystal Snake" at all times, and let it dig two deeper and more hidden underground passages for him to use at the last moment.

"what?"

At a certain moment, Yang Fan suddenly got some changes about the natives of the castle from the "Glass Cold Crystal Snake".

After a while, there was a little chaos on the castle. A total of twenty indigenous warriors were lifting a strange and huge machine up, looking extremely strenuous.

This is a giant twice as big as a siege crossbow. There is a lifelike and ferocious dragon head in the front, with its mouth wide open. The inside is dark and made of unknown materials, and some scratches can be seen inside.

The middle and rear end of this machine is a bit like the back of a dragon turtle, with complex and inexplicable formations carved on its surface, exuding an ancient and distant atmosphere.

When this dragon-headed, turtle-backed machine stood on the city wall, Yang Fan suddenly felt an oppressive and destructive aura.

Intuition tells it that this thing is dangerous and terrifying.

Especially when the black mouth of the dragon's head was facing him, Yang Fan's heart skipped a beat and his soul trembled.

Dragon head and turtle back, this seems to be some kind of mythical beast from ancient times?

Yang Fan was secretly careful, and kept a certain distance from this object, trying not to stand in line with that dragon mouth.

Several natives on the city wall opened a groove on the back of the dragon turtle, brought dozens of spirit stones, and embedded them one by one.

After the dozens of spirit stones were inlaid, the monster with the dragon head and the turtle back suddenly trembled, and the formation flowed all over its body, and the dragon eyes shone with a heart-pounding light.

"what is that……"

The monks in the various camps below began to guess.

"I seem to have seen this thing in an ancient book, but I don't remember it clearly..."

Meng Xuan frowned.

"This thing is very dangerous, you ask the family children to retreat a certain distance."

Yang Fan looked solemn and judo to Yuwen.

Yu Wenrou didn't think too much, and immediately asked all the monks to withdraw a few hundred feet away.

"Yang Yaoshi, I feel that this thing is a bit like the legendary 'Mieyuan Cannon'."

Yu Wenrou stared at the dragon-headed, turtle-backed machine for a while.

"Mie Yuan Pao?" Yang Fan was slightly taken aback.

At this moment, the dragon's head on the castle began to shift slowly, and the black dragon's mouth was facing the place where the monk camp was densely packed.

"Everyone, be careful. This thing may be the 'Mie Yuan Cannon' that has been passed down from ancient times. It can be called a taboo thing. Please avoid it."

Soon a well-informed monk warned everyone.

shhhhhh!
The monks who reacted quickly flew into the sky.

But at this moment, the formation on the back of the Yuan Mie Yuan Cannon suddenly lit up, showing complex lines and patterns.

Suddenly, the dragon head's eyes burst out with dazzling brilliance.

Then there was a loud "boom", and a dazzling white beam of light shot out from the dragon's mouth.

For a moment, the earth trembled, the aura of heaven and earth was chaotic, and the eardrums of some monks were directly shattered. What's more, they were temporarily blinded by the dazzling light, and their eyes were completely dark.

Whoops——

Wherever the white beam of light passed, everything was wiped out, not even a scum left.

Boom!

The thick white beam of light bombarded somewhere, and then exploded suddenly, a powerful wave of destructive vitality spread across a radius of one mile.

For a while, outside the castle, screams continued, the ground cracked, and dust and smoke rose everywhere.

After a while, everything returned to tranquility, and as far as the eyes could see, a huge circular pit with a diameter of twenty feet was left.

In this twenty-foot space, whether it is in the air or on the ground, all existing things are wiped out.

"This is the 'Mie Yuan Cannon'..."

Yang Fan took a deep breath, and couldn't help but look at the monster with a dragon head and a turtle back on the tower with a new look.

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