Chapter 378

When the eight wastelands came across the sea.

In front of the Sanqing plain, hundreds of miles of plain are occupied by a dark figure, with a huge head mixed in it.

A barbarian emperor stood in awe with a totem pole in his hand.

Below the huge Mongolia, there are countless barbarian soldiers and monsters, all of whom have quiet faces, and their ferocious faces are all of that kind of resolute color that is not afraid of death.

Compared with the noisy urn City, the barbarian people are more like a well-trained army. The nearly one million people didn't make much noise, only the low sobs of monsters echoed slowly.

Behind them, there was a huge sacrificial altar. At noon, there was light and shadow on the top of the altar. With a clear horn, the troops that had been standing for more than half an hour suddenly moved.

Nearly a hundred heads of giant Mongolia took a step forward at the same time, and there was a loud bang, neat and uniform.

Behind them, one head was ten times smaller than Jumeng, but still huge monsters poured out and lined up directly in front.

These monsters are featherless and hairless. They are slender and emit a faint silver light from top to bottom, just like cast iron.

Its whole body looks like an inverted fork, with a handle in front and five long tails trailing behind, each of which is more than ten feet long. Compared with its body, these tails are very thin, shaking up and down from time to time, with a tough and elastic feeling.

At once, a barbarian soldier came forward, pulled out slender iron pieces larger than a grinding plate and hung them on their tails.

A moment later, with a sound like the sound of a bow string, the monsters twisted their bodies vigorously, their tails suddenly bounced up, and suddenly the black shadows roared out. The pieces of iron made a strange sound in the air, which directly passed nearly ten miles away, and then fell rapidly.

Although it is an iron sheet, it is only according to its shape.

In fact, each of them is feet thick. Only because they are half a foot long and half a foot wide, they seem to be very thin. There are sharp openings in front of them. When they fall, they purr, just like countless sharp shovels directly shoveling down on the urn.

Before these strange shovels landed, gorgeous lights and shadows rose up on the urn opposite. Ice arrows, fire dragons, gold blades... Countless spells bloomed at the same time, rendering the whole sky extremely beautiful.

Among the monks in Sanqing, the lowest level is jiedan, and more than 40% are monks in Yuanying. The power of casting spells is not weak. After forming a battle array, the spells are overwhelming and powerful.

However, there are too many shovels. Moreover, this attack of pure physical nature is extremely difficult to defend. For a time, there is a constant sound of air impact. 50% of the shovels are either dissolved into molten iron or hit off the right direction and fall outside the urn City, but half of them are still intact and fall faster and faster.

The "buzz" sounded softly, and patches of earthy yellow light flashed, forming thick barriers over the urn city. Another 30% of the shovels were blocked by it and directly bounced away. Finally, only 20% of the attacks passed through all the defenses and roared down towards the wall above the urn city.

Although Xiang Yang's improvement has greatly improved the flexibility of today's battle array, there are too many friars on the urn. When these shovels fall, they will vibrate from time to time due to friction with the air, making it often twist in the direction of flight, and it is very difficult to judge the correct landing point.

It is these 20% of the escaped fish that still set off a bloody storm.

The light of body protection magic weapons flashed directly, but nearly a kilogram of weight fell from such a high air. Ordinary magic weapons could not bear such a huge impact. Many of them were directly broken, and a terrible howl echoed above the city wall

"There were 1276 casualties on our side in this wave... Reasonably speaking, there should be two more waves..."

Behind the left urn City, there is a high platform. Su Zhi is standing at the top, squinting forward. Behind him, several bloody monks are making nervous statistics and reporting from time to time.

"Are you ready for Tianhu Xianzong?"

"Xuanhu Zhenjun has been summoned. When this wave of attack passes, he can defend it!"

A moment later, two waves of the same attack came into the air.

But these two times, because the formation of many monks above the urn city has been disordered, and there are gaps in defense, the casualties are much greater than the first time.

After three attacks, nearly 5000 monks fell in a pool of blood.

On the high platform, Su Zhi's face was as gloomy as the sky before the storm.

Before the formal confrontation, there were so many casualties. The new attack method of the barbarians is really a headache.

In this kind of battlefield, even nine turn masters can't mobilize too much heaven and earth yuan force. The power of casting spells has decreased too much. It's almost impossible to have everything to guard against.

The skill of the nine robbers' law consumes too much divine knowledge. They have to be prepared for the sneak attack of the barbarian emperor all the time, and naturally they can't use it easily.

Fortunately, however, the barbarians don't know how to cast. The number of those strange shovels is limited. Such an attack can't last. Otherwise, what else should we fight?

Fortunately, the battle array method provided by the friar from xiaozongmen is indeed magical. After the change, the flexibility of the whole battle array will be greatly enhanced. Otherwise, it is estimated that the casualties will be doubled.

This is a blessing in misfortune!

He looked from a distance. The sacrificial altar, which was thousands of feet high, made him depressed. The sudden appearance of the Royal altar completely disrupted his defensive steps.

The key is, when did the altar come from? How did it come about?

On the Sanqing plain, friars pay close attention to the movement of barbarians within a thousand miles with secret methods day and night. However, overnight, this sacrificial altar appeared hundreds of miles away.

This is terrible!

If the sacrificial altar of the barbarians can appear and disappear like this, there will be no hope of this battle.

Just think, if the sacrificial altar is closer, the whole urn city and mountain pass will enter its forbidden scope... How else?

You know, the forbidden range of the Royal altar can be as far as a hundred miles!

In the distance, the dense crowd became agitated, and a head of Jumeng stepped forward with heavy steps. Light and shadow fell from Jumeng. Below, countless barbarian soldiers suddenly became violent and rushed forward with strange cries.

On the first 18 days after the Wannian barbarian war, the barbarian kings went to war. For three days of bloody war, the casualties of both sides were counted in millions. The plain between the two urn cities was almost surrounded by a sea of blood.