Chapter 862

The moonlight falls on the river, sparkling, like an inch of silver knife, which looks particularly cold tonight.

The bloody sky is dyed and reflected layer by layer, so that the night is no longer so dark.

At this time, there were no big boats carrying meat and blood on the river. There were only a Guangtian Pusheng friar who was wounded and stained with blood and crossed the river.

As elder sun led a group of elders of the Sutra building to go around and gather the people, more and more monks gathered to popularize the saints in the wide sky.

The friars who were still fighting fiercely a moment ago didn't know why old general sun called Wanyao Jue heaven palace. But now, in addition to chenyin and demon Yi, elder sun has the highest prestige. Moreover, the elders of the Sutra building always give people a deep impression of wisdom. After receiving the call of elder sun, the monks of the Taoist school vaguely had the idea of looking forward to it. Without thinking, they gave up the enemy in front of them and turned to the ten thousand demon Jue heaven palace.

The three pillars of incense could not be found. In addition to the entangled chenyin and demon Yi, the remaining surviving Guangtian Pusheng friars gathered in front of the Wanyao Jue heaven palace and looked across the river at the Tongtian battle group that came from the dark blood and evil Qi.

"Elder sun, why did you call us here? Is there any way to break the dark blood evil Qi?" a little Dharma Master asked. His face was covered with blood, his eyes were bloody, and his eyes were red.

"Up to now, more than 500 Taoist friends have been killed... If it weren't for the dark blood and evil Qi, why would it be so tragic!" another little Dharma Master also said.

This group of Tongtian battle groups in the demon cult palace rely on the advantages of not only the strength of Tongtian battle group, but also the dark blood and evil spirit of human friars.

If it had not been for the appearance of dark blood and evil Qi, even if Guangtian Pusheng had been defeated, it would not have fallen 20% of his combat effectiveness in such a short time.

Facing the expectant eyes of several small Dharma Masters, elder sun smiled bitterly: "if there is a method of eradicating dark blood and evil Qi, how can we always fall into the disadvantage these years... The strategy of this war comes from Luochuan."

"Luo Chuan?"

"He called us here? But where is he now?"

"Elder sun, is Luo Chuan's war strategy feasible? Can he really repel the demon sect palace?"

Several little Dharma Masters asked one after another, looking urgent.

Elder sun nodded and shook his head. He didn't say about the cannon fodder camp or explain Luo Chuan's specific strategy, but he was afraid that the last monks of Guangtian Pusheng would lose their last hope.

Compared with the Tongtian battle regiment, which is recognized as the top three in the world, Luochuan's cannon fodder camp is far from famous or successful. What's more, as everyone knows, only a little more than 200 people are used for cannon fodder. Today, the number of Tongtian combat regiments here is close to 300. There is no elite combat regiment with more than ten times the number, which is basically impossible to pose a threat to Tongtian combat regiment.

"Luo Chuan... He is still very confident. You must stick to the ten thousand demon Jue heaven palace and wait for Luo Chuan's killing move." elder sun squeezed out a smile and said to the little Dharma Masters.

Under the dark red sky, elder sun's face also looked very dark. No one could see the gloom between his looks.

However, his words shocked the spirit of the last monks of Guangtian Pusheng, especially Qiu Xiaoju, the leader of the Dharma protection team, Feng, the leader of the punishment team, and others. When they thought of Luo Chuan's incredible achievements in the past, they were full of hope and expectation.

At this time, on the river, the moonlight was dim and the silver wave was depressed. From the dense water mist, tall and huge demon shadows were drilled out!

The Tongtian battle regiment of the demon cult palace gathered on the river. Nearly 300 demon friars with different shapes and spirit reached the peak rode on a strange animal, with expressionless faces and cold eyes, but a strong murderous spirit lingered in their eyebrows.

Their actions are neat and uniform, sitting in law and fighting style, showing a mysterious and mysterious artistic conception. Everyone is a master of one side. It's nothing to fight one enemy against ten alone, or even more. When this group of elite experts gathered together, they shared the same artistic conception and morality, and even derived a battle array with infinite changes. The power was increased by more than a hundred times, and nearly 300 experts could be used as an elite friar corps of more than 30000 people.

Previously, the Tongtian battle regiment came from outside the courtyard walls in all directions, in groups of five and teams of ten, which were relatively scattered.

At this time, nearly 300 people gathered together, and the murderous spirit of war gathered together. They transpiration and rise in an instant, like a column rising to the sky, and a thick cloud of war haze appeared on their heads.

The battle cloud of the Black Ghost is seventy or eighty feet thick, more than a hundred miles long and wide, covering the sky and the moon, crushing the starlight and water mist. All the hundred miles are covered by the black and Silent Battle cloud.

In a fierce fight, Guangtian Pusheng fell down more than 500 monks. They lost again and again and retreated one after another. On the contrary, the Tongtian battle group is still murderous, and its energy is at the peak. One member has not been reduced. Looking at the look and posture, it seems that it was just a small warm-up.

The fierce war spirit crossed the river and poured in with the hundred mile war clouds.

There are less than 1400 monks in guangtianpu holy Daoli realm and more than 1000 young disciples. More than 90% of them have a fast heartbeat and their legs are weak. They only feel that they are not facing only 300 monks, but 100000 terrible beasts from ancient wilderness!

How can a short River stop their footsteps?

How can they stand the killing of just over 2000 people?

The remaining little Dharma Masters looked at each other, their eyes tense and their faces tense.

In the distance, Chen Yin and Yao Yi also found the change of the war situation. They also wanted to come to the rescue, but they were surrounded by 20 strong men of the Tongtian battle group who had studied them thoroughly, and they couldn't get away with all their strength.

"Elder sun, Luo Chuan... When will he do it?"

At the last moment, the little Dharma Masters can only put all their hopes on Luo Chuan. At this moment, no one will think about his identity as the demon king. The famous Lord of the cannon fodder camp, Tianluo demon king, also has the qualification of the great Dharma Master of Guangtian universal sainthood, and can be regarded as a person of Guangtian universal sainthood long ago.

As soon as the little Dharma Master's voice fell, a roar came from the river!

The elders of the Sutra Pavilion and the remaining small Dharma Masters work together to operate the Dharma gate to intercept the attack against the Tongtian battle group.

Bang!

In front of the ten thousand demon Jue heaven palace, on the Bank of the river, a huge Taoist power ball with a diameter of more than 100 feet trembled and shook, but the master of the Tongtian battle group was competing with the elders of Guangtian Pusheng. It seemed to be a tie, but Guangtian Pusheng was frowning.

In the Tongtian battle group, only 40% of the monks took action, but they suddenly controlled the strongest little Dharma Masters in Guangtian Pusheng.

At night, nearly 50% of the demon friars flashed and popped up, rode on a strange beast and killed the ten thousand demon Jue heaven palace. Another 10% of monks joined the battle circle against Guangtian Pusheng little Dharma Master. This extra force made the war situation suddenly change. The little Dharma Masters of Guangtian Pusheng trembled and retreated one after another.

Boom!

The Daoli ball with a diameter of more than 100 feet exploded and broke! The Taoist power scattered and poured in all directions, rolled up thousands of hectares of river water, turned into a hundred Zhang wave column rising into the sky, and flooded the ten thousand demon Jue heaven palace!

The Tongtian battle group began to cross the river, pointing to the last man and horse of Guangtian Pusheng on the other side and the Wanyao Jue heaven palace, which has imprisoned more than 10000 demons, is about to complete the last blow to Guangtian Pusheng!

Bang!

The first group of Tongtian battle regiments to cross the river bumped into Guangtian Pusheng friars who were ready to meet, but it was like a stone hitting an egg and won an overwhelming victory without suspense.

The monks of Guangtian pushe Saint were pale and cold at the bottom of their hearts.

Originally, they were inspired and full of fighting spirit, but the reality was extremely cruel. In the face of the most elite battle group in heaven and earth, their last remaining "disabled soldiers and defeated generals" of Guangtian Pusheng have been slaughtered like fish on the anvil.

The real elite of Guangtian Pusheng, except for the disciples of the mysterious Taoist school who were brought to Tianchen Buzhou by several ancestors, were damaged in the plot of returning to the wild again and again.

The last group of Guangtian Pusheng friars are either the guard friars and members of the penalty team who have never been to the chaotic land in the outland, or those who have been defeated in the battle of the ancient battlefield, or simply the disciples of various academies who turn babies and return to the virtual world. Compared with the Tongtian battle group, they are a mob.

At this time, they were defeated again, and the fighting spirit and fighting spirit of the monks had fallen to the bottom.

"It's really boring. Guangtian Pusheng is far from what we imagined before. This war is really boring."

On the big river, a tall and strong devil in the center of the battle group mended his way lightly.

"The deputy commander didn't say it. This is just a trial. If you pass, you can be promoted to a full member of the Tongtian battle regiment. At that time, it's up to you to decide whether to stay in the Tongtian battle regiment or return to Outland." another demon Xiu said faintly.

"Even if it was a test, it wouldn't be so easy? There had never been such an easy test before." Gao Zhuang murmured. Just then, his heart suddenly jumped and a strange feeling rose from the bottom of his heart.

Not only him, but also the members of the Tongtian battle group who have not yet crossed the shore.

Although they have not yet become full members of the Tongtian battle regiment, they have also experienced countless battles and trials. At this moment, a sense of danger suddenly emerges and lingers in their minds.

Turning their heads one after another, the friars of the Tongtian battle regiment saw the white robed friar standing in the tower over the river.

At the same time, the monks of Guangtian Pusheng also saw Luo Chuan.

"Here comes Luo Chuan!"

"Yes, he's here... That's the Wanjie evil spirit tower?"

"Does he want to use the Wanjie evil spirit tower to collect these demons? Absurd! Absurd! No one can control the Wanjie evil spirit tower today!"

Several little Dharma Masters looked bitter, shook their heads and sighed, but some others looked forward to Luo Chuan.

Elder sun of the Sutra building clenched his fist and looked at Luo Chuan holding the Wanjie evil spirit tower in the night sky not far away.

No matter how much he was not optimistic about Luo Chuan, at this moment, he hoped for a miracle.