Immortal Space

Seeing the powerful poisonous bees released by Wang Hong and the reinforcements of the flying boats, the already desperate monks immediately lifted their spirits.

After the flying boat approached, he informed everyone that Wen Lan had gathered thousands of escaped monks, who were still behind and were coming this way.

These more than 10,000 poisonous bees are equivalent to thousands of helpers out of thin air. Coupled with the help of the caravan, their situation finally eased.

They are all Foundation Establishment cultivators, after all, the number is too small, facing the siege of tens of thousands of monsters, they are already in a hurry.

What's more, among the tens of thousands of monsters, there are still a large number of second-level monsters, which are even more difficult to deal with.

Feng Chang was being besieged by three Tier 2 monsters at the moment, and there were two corpses lying beside him.

It was the old man who followed him to kill and seize treasures. He survived these decades, but he did not expect to die here today.

His eyes are wandering now, and while he is facing the siege of the three monsters, his heart is wandering.

The treasure-hunting monks around him are having a hard time coping at this moment, because there are too many monsters.

Although Wang Hong's poisonous bee contained some first-tier monsters, there were still many second-tier monsters that they couldn't deal with.

He just saw Yuan Jin being grabbed by several monsters and torn into five big pieces.

He felt that if he continued, he might die in battle too. In just a short while, more than a dozen of their treasure-hunting monks had died.

He didn't want to die here, he wanted to find a chance to escape.

His eyes turned to the fifty Foundation Establishment monks led by Wang Hongluo Zhongjie, his eyes were full of envy and fear.

These fifty people are grouped together and cooperate with each other tacitly.

Ten of them joined together with spiritual shields to take charge of the defense, forming an unbreakable layer of defense like a tortoise shell above the fifty people.

There were ten more people, and each of them sacrificed a long rope spiritual weapon. This kind of long rope is very practical for restraining monsters or binding monsters.

The remaining 30 people each had a flying sword, sacrificed at the same time, and attacked the enemy at the same time, all the monsters were cut into several pieces in the direction of the flying sword, and none of them could stop it.

The existence of Luo Zhongjie's fifty people is the reason why he has not escaped.

He was afraid that the next moment he escaped, he would be torn to pieces by thirty flying swords.

At the same time, these fifty people also gave him the hope of defeating the monster.

Feng Chang was still at war between heaven and man in his heart, entangled in whether to escape or not to escape.

A huge black shadow flew past him, and the strong wind that blew up made his robe rattle.

After the black shadow flew past, two of the three monster beasts that had besieged him were missing, and these two monster beasts were being caught by their two paws, struggling to the death.

Feng Chang straightened his mind and decided not to run away. His running speed is definitely not as fast as this big bird. By then, he will most likely be caught in the claws.

At this moment, a group of monks came quickly from a distance, and it was the qi training monks who were left behind, who finally rushed to the battlefield at this moment.

With the joining of these thousands of people, the situation of everyone has finally improved, and they can barely kill the monsters evenly.

In the process of chasing and killing Bai Yikui, Wen Lan found that many fleeing monks hadn't had time to go far.

It was not easy to find Bai Yikui among these many monks. Fortunately, under the guidance of a female nun who established the foundation, he found Bai Yikui in a relatively hidden cave.

After Wen Lan beheaded Bai Yikui, he arranged for Feizhou to return early to help in the battle.

He took twenty foundation-building monks, carried Bai Yikui's head, and wandered around, calling the fleeing monks back to join the battle.

Everywhere he went, he carried Bai Yikui's head, speaking with emotion and moving with reason. Most of the monks still knew the truth and were willing to return to join the war.

Only a very small number of diehards were unwilling to cooperate, and Wen Lan had no choice but to behead them.

This led to more and more heads being carried by the twenty of them.

Fortunately, the monks I met later were more sensible. Sometimes, before they even spoke, the other party would take the initiative to say that they would go back to join the war.

This made Wen Lan feel that most of the monks in the world of cultivating immortals are still good, and they all have their hearts in the world of cultivating immortals.

When Wen Lan led four or five thousand people to the battlefield, the battlefield was already littered with corpses, including human beings and monks.

Humans and monsters stepped on the corpses and continued to fight.

Everyone joins the battle immediately, and anyone who hesitates to fight or flees will be killed without mercy!

Wen Lan's imperial weapon was lifted into the air, and the heads of the people who had been beheaded before were strung together on a string and hung on a big tree.

As Wen Lan yelled, the four to five thousand people he brought all rushed into the battlefield.

It turned out that some monks who had two intentions and intended to escape, seeing the long string of heads, immediately withdrew some careless thoughts that they shouldn't have, and could only fight for their lives on the battlefield.

In addition, Wen Lan himself brought 20 people with him, and all of them participated in the battle at this moment, and the human monks finally began to gain the upper hand.

The battle lasted for a whole day, 30,000 to 40,000 of the 50,000 monsters were beheaded, and the rest of the monsters fled in all directions, seeing that they were invincible.

After the battle, Wang Hong looked at the corpses all over the ground with mixed feelings in his heart.

In this battle, there were about 10,000 human monks participating in the battle, of which nearly 200 were foundation-builder monks.

After this fierce battle, nearly 8,000 people were killed by the Qi training monks, and more than 50 people were killed by the Foundation Establishment monks.

The Foundation Establishment monks under Wang Hong cooperated with each other and fought together, and they all had a certain level of body training, so their vitality was strong.

Only two people were seriously injured and almost died on the spot. Fortunately, they took the chalcedony pill in time to save their lives.

The eighty Qi training monks under him did not have such good luck.

During the battle, the defensive shield on the flying boat was broken by the monster, and the monster rushed onto the flying boat. Thirty people died on the spot, and fifteen people were seriously injured and rescued.

This is also because his men are well-trained and well-equipped.

As for the commanders stationed in various strongholds, except for one who did not come to join the battle, only Fu Li and Feng Chang were left.

The four strongholds participating in the war suffered huge losses, and subsequent defenses became a problem, and now there are still more than ten days before the one-month deadline.

If there is another wave of beasts like this, it will be impossible to defend against.

Judging from the current situation, it is not impossible that there will be such a wave of beasts in the future, or even a larger scale of beasts.

Thinking of this, Wang Hong wished he could capture Bai Yikui and kill him a few more times.

To deal with a group of monsters of the same size, although their last battle was also difficult, they arranged in advance and used the city wall to defend.

In the last battle, only more than two thousand qi training monks died, and only three foundation building monks died.

There were nearly 10,000 people in the stronghold here, and more than 100 foundation-building monks. It should be easier, but more than half of the manpower was lost.

Boss, the loot has been packed, what should we do next?

While Wang Hong was thinking about it, Luo Zhongjie came over and asked.