Tianting Garbage Recycling King

Chapter 985 Desperately

"Master Guizun, what are you doing here?"

More than a dozen city lords looked at me and I looked at you. They were not only shocked but also a little frightened. Their souls burst out, and cold sweat dripped down their backs.

Giving up Jiancheng and leaving the city for a decisive battle is tantamount to throwing away all your advantages and not having the slightest chance of winning. Doesn't this mean that Lord Guizun is about to break the pot?

All the city lords instinctively wanted to resist Tang Zhiyuan's order. In their view, this was absolutely random order and should not be obeyed.But Ghost Venerable didn't give them any room for negotiation, and the words were still in their ears. Anyone who dared to raise objections at this time would be settled by him personally.

The horns sounded, the flags fluttered, and the gates of Puxian City, which had been silent for several days, suddenly opened, and batch after batch of ghost cultivators poured out from the city, and there was no end in sight.

Seeing this movement, the demon cultivator camp outside the city hastily assembled an army to meet them, and the two armies confronted each other, with drums beating like thunder.

The ghost cultivators gathered from each city lined up on the two wings, with the infantry phalanx in the middle.More than a dozen city lords lined up, and Guizun Tang Zhiyuan came before the battle in person.

From the demon cultivator's camp, more than ten figures soared into the sky, wearing cloaks, enveloped in black air.

If Fan Denglong hadn't been seriously injured by the mysterious black-clothed man in Jiaye City, and Fan Denglong had revealed his identity in one word, Tang Zhiyuan would still be kept in the dark until now.

This is not a so-called strong demon cultivator at all, but a demon clan wearing the cloak of a demon cultivator.

A race that has disappeared in the long river of history, ruled the world with the gods back then, but was pushed down from the altar by the gods in the end.

"I am Tang Zhiyuan, the Ghost Venerable. There is no need for the masters of the Demon Race to hide their heads and show their tails. They should just show their real bodies."

Tang Zhiyuan went straight to the point, picking more than a dozen of them without fear.

"Tang Zhiyuan, are you worthy of being called Ghost Venerable?"

One of the demons went straight out of the battle, staring at Tang Zhiyuan expressionlessly. If his contemptuous tone had been placed a few days ago, Tang Zhiyuan would have fought brazenly with him.

But now that he knew the details of his family, Tang Zhiyuan would not rush forward foolishly.

"Since the deity came with all the subjects of the ghost cultivator region today, it is destined to fight to the death. You may be able to retreat unscathed, but the more than two hundred thousand demon cultivators behind him, let the deity stay."

"what!"

Millions of ghost cultivators shouted at the same time, and the steel fork smashed to the ground, echoing between the heaven and the earth, deafening.

More than a dozen demons snorted at the same time, and the cries of millions of ghost cultivators were directly overwhelmed by them.

The aura that Guixiu had managed to condense suddenly stagnated, and the battlefield of millions of people was silent, only the howling wind.

Tang Zhiyuan just looked at them quietly, raised his right hand into a fist high, since a verbal dispute can't help the other party, let's see the real chapter with his hands.

The fairies took out their magic weapons and waited for Tang Zhiyuan to launch an attack. They would use reality to prove to this group of people that what is called absolute strength cannot be compensated by numbers.

"attack,"

Tang Zhiyuan finally gave the order to attack, and millions of ghost cultivators pressed towards the army of ghost cultivators like locusts crossing the border as always.

In the sky, magic weapons collided overwhelmingly.

There were wailing sounds, but no one would notice them.

As soon as the dozen or so monsters made a move, hundreds of ghost cultivator souls would be scattered, like killing machines, forming an insurmountable city wall.

"My lord, if you continue like this, your morale will be destroyed sooner or later."

A city lord came up to dissuade him with worry, Tang Zhiyuan gave him a cold look, waved his hand, and a group of soldiers in fine armor poured out from the city again, they were soldiers and horses transferred from Kasyapa City.

"Listen, the enemy is ahead. If anyone dares not to push forward, the deity will personally send you on the road."

These sergeants transferred from Kasyapa City held steel forks in their hands, and they looked at the old Paozhe brothers with cold light.

This move made all the city lords terrified, Gui Zun's determination is really terrible, this nima is going to drag the ghost cultivators in the entire ghost cultivating area to be buried with him.

"When Jingqi is dispatched, we must break through the lineup of demon cultivators. Even if it is a pile of people, this deity will let them taste the pain that will never be forgotten."

Tens of thousands of ghost cultivators from Kasyapa City served as the supervising team, no matter how reluctant these city masters were, they dared not fail to give orders.

Wave after wave of attacks were launched, rushing towards the demon cultivator camp like a tide.

More than a dozen demons and magic weapons kept flying out to harvest Guixiu. Tang Zhiyuan watched this scene, clenched his fists and clenched his teeth, but no matter what, he must charge.

More than a dozen city lords were very anxious in their hearts. Before they came into contact with the demon cultivator camp, their losses had already exceeded [-], and the number of casualties continued to increase.This is just a warm-up. Next, once those demons cast large-scale spells, these ghost cultivators must fall down one after another.

"Everyone from every city is transferred here. I don't believe that these bastards can stay so strong forever."

Gui Zun went crazy, and the city lord was crying in his heart, his heart trembling a little.

"Don't worry, I'm not crazy."

"Just wait, none of the dozen or so demon cultivators can get away."

No one knew where Tang Zhiyuan's self-confidence came from. In the current situation, he continued to charge towards the demon cultivator camp without caring about casualties. In the end, none of them could get away.

However, it is already difficult to get off the tiger, and there is only a steady stream of adding troops to it.

That's all.

Since the ghost masters are crazy, let's go crazy together.

The city lords of each city gritted their teeth and asked people to return to the city with their tokens to dispatch troops.

When chasing and suppressing Fan Denglong, the troops in each city were only dispatched halfway, and they could continue to follow suit.

The monks all over the mountains are fighting, but no one organizes a battle of this scale, just let them play.The attack, which doesn't care about casualties, seems to be going all out.

A thought rose in the hearts of more than a dozen demon immortals. Even if they wanted to kill the million ghost cultivators, they would not be able to kill them for a while. The only way was to capture the king first, and kill Tang Zhiyuan first. At that time, Ghost Cultivator will definitely be in chaos.

Yaoxian made up his mind and aimed at Tang Zhiyuan.

Tang Zhiyuan sneered, and thought to himself, come on.

Intense sparks bloomed in the air, and figures from both camps soared into the sky.

At this time, outside the gate of hell, a group of uninvited guests suddenly broke in and headed towards the Hall of Yama at the fastest speed. Amidst the dust, only the barking of dogs could be heard, full of anxiety.

The mountain patrol team made its debut, and the little guys such as Tianma and golden monkey ran wildly all the way.

He Yuexian and Lu Dongbin are not good at coming to Fengdu Difu, but these little guys don't take it seriously, they enter the gate of ghosts, and their goal is only one, to help.

Of course, how much he can help depends on how He Yuexian plans.

(End of this chapter)