My clone is on the other side of the starry sky

"Boom~"

Xie Xiong and the others knew that if they delayed for a moment, the masters of the Dao League would come to help, and the moment they took action, it would be a fatal blow.

Taoist priests have many wonderful techniques, but this close combat has always been the strength of martial arts. Under the joint bombardment of three fifth-level martial arts warriors, the defensive formation on the Jianzheng Taoist robe did not have much effect, and it was shattered in an instant. In his haste, the prison guard only had time to use the Shoushan Seal to block the blow.

Under the tremendous force, his body flew out like a kite with its string cut off.

"Pfft~"

The moment his body flew backwards, the spear in Yu Wentong's hand left seven wounds on Jian Zheng's body, and seven major acupoints were broken. Even with the strength of a Nascent Soul Taoist priest, he withstood the joint attack of three warriors, and the seven major acupoints were broken. After being broken, the physical body can no longer support it and is on the verge of collapse.

A stream of light overflowed from Jian Zheng's head. When he looked closely, he saw that he was a small man the size of a fist. His facial features were exactly the same as Jian Zheng's. He was Jian Zheng's Nascent Soul.

Being attacked by five warriors at close range, no matter how high Jian Zheng's cultivation was, his body could not hold up, so he could only give up his physical body, use his Nascent Soul to escape, and try to seize his body.

Although there will be great hidden dangers and it will be difficult to improve one's cultivation level, it is still better than dying here.

"Chi~"

At the moment when Yuanying was about to fly away, a silver needle stabbed silently and instantly pierced the prisoner Yuanying.

"Cao Jingzhong! You have to die!" Yuan Ying, the supervisor, showed pain and anger on his face. In his unwilling roar, Yuan Ying was grabbed by Cao Jingzhong who came after him. Lost Jian Zheng's consciousness.

The Nascent Soul, which has lost its body, appears vulnerable in front of Wu Fu.

"Your Majesty is not in good health. Let's take this Nascent Soul back home to make soup for Your Majesty. As for the Qiankun bag left by Jian Zheng, how about you all divide it up?" Cao Jingzhong saw Xie Xiong and the four men looking at each other and said with a smile.

"Okay!" Xie Xiong nodded after a moment of silence. Jian Zheng had enjoyed the country's fortune for nearly a hundred years and had a lot of valuable things on him. Cao Jingzhong might not have really taken advantage by taking Yuan Ying.

"Damn it!"

On the mountain, the other three Yuanying Taoists who were still watching the battle never dreamed that the melee had just begun and that there would be no Yuanying on their side.

Originally, they didn't take this casual cultivator alliance seriously, so what if there was a commotion? Do you really expect these improvised people to kill the people from the Taoist League and the Buddhist sect?

If there was only one sect, it might be really troublesome, but now there are masters from the five sects of the Taoist Alliance and Buddhism gathered here, and they can't defeat them even if they beat them with their feet.

However, at this moment, the war had just begun, and a group of Nascent Soul Taoist priests wanted to use this battle to hone their disciples' ability to fight. Who would have expected that a Nascent Soul Taoist priest would be killed in the blink of an eye, and he was also the current chief supervisor, which was related to the fate of the Taoist alliance. The remaining three Nascent Soul Taoists who had swept through the formation roared angrily, and a handprint suddenly appeared in the sky, blasting towards the five of them.

Cao Jingzhong and the other five quickly moved out of the way, and the big handprints were printed on the ground with a bang.

"Boom~"

With the sound of an explosion, a large area collapsed, as if the doomsday was coming. Countless Transformation Realm or Foundation Establishment monks were killed on the spot by this handprint without even a chance to escape from this natural disaster-like move.

Before the five people could take a breath, countless sword shadows suddenly appeared in the sky. These sword shadows gathered into a huge sword array and fell indiscriminately towards the area where the five people were.

In an instant, endless sword energy enveloped an area of ​​nearly one mile.

Even the sixth-grade monks can barely protect themselves for a moment under this sword formation. Those warriors and monks who are transformed, innate, foundation-building, and Qi-training can only be torn apart by the sharp sword energy in an instant and fall into pieces. No bones left.

The last Taoist offered a bronze mirror and made seals with his hands. The bronze mirror was suspended in the air, a golden light fell into the crowd, and a violent explosion sounded.

"Boom~" Cui Huchen roared angrily when he saw that it was no longer easy to avoid, and he met the golden light with his mace. In an instant, another burst of heaven and earth shattered.

Murong Ke suddenly turned around, and while charging forward in the direction of the three of them, he slashed out a shocking sword and pressed it down in the direction of the three Nascent Souls.

A protective shield appeared around the three Nascent Soul Taoists, easily blocking the sword attack, and then they counterattacked fiercely.

The three Nascent Soul Taoists actually suppressed and beat the five cave warriors. The five tried to get close several times, but they couldn't do it at all. They could only cope with the joint attacks of the three.

On a mountain peak farther away from the battlefield, Lu Xuan, who was watching this scene, was a little surprised: "Is this the strength of the Yuanying monk?"

If a seventh-level person wants to survive on the battlefield of Nascent Soul, he can only rely on luck. A sixth-level person can barely save his life, but if he is unfortunate enough to be hit head-on, he will be wasted even if he doesn't die.

"Wufu's advantage is close combat, so they calculated mentally and unintentionally. Five people working together can kill a Nascent Soul in an instant, but if the distance is increased, the aura of Wufu is too easy to avoid and defend, and Nascent Soul's In addition to hiding, the martial artist can only resist." Zhang Yuanrou stared at the direction of the battlefield. Even though they were more than ten miles away from the edge of the battlefield at the moment, they could still feel the aftermath of the battlefield coming here.

In fact, even Zhang Yuanrou, who is also a cultivator, seems to be very amazed by the attack methods of monks from these big sects. She has never heard of many of the methods. This is the background of the big sects. Even if they are in the same realm, their knowledge and methods are not ordinary. Cultivation can be compared.

"It seems we don't need to take action anymore." Xu Yifan, standing next to Lu Xuan, sighed: "But how are we going to fight for the treasures in the Falling Star Valley next?"

I thought that Lu Xuan had enough ability to make a comeback by recruiting so many people.

But seeing these Taoist Nascent Soul take action with their own eyes, Xu Yifan couldn't help but feel a little helpless. The enemy was a bit more powerful than they imagined.

There are so many fifth-grade masters, and none of them can be dealt with by the four of them. How can they fight for the treasure in the Falling Star Valley?

"Don't worry, our opponent is level six, and experts above level six can't get in." Lu Xuan looked at the battlefield. Now that things have happened, there is no need to hide this information.

Xu Yifan and Zhang Yuanrou looked at Lu Xuan in shock after hearing this.

"Master has transformed himself into the Tao. Now the rules of heaven and earth in Dongzhou can be adjusted by Master. But he only has one day, so let them fight. The more sixth-grade people die, the fewer our competitors will be!" Lu Xuan Looking at the mountainous area that was about to become a basin, he sighed: "The problem now is how we will get out in one day."

"So, from the beginning, you formed the Tianxiahui just to consume them?" Zhang Yuanrou looked at Lu Xuan with a bit of shock. How many people would die in this battle?

If she was in a different place, Zhang Yuanrou asked herself that she might not be able to be as calm or even indifferent as Lu Xuan.

"The most important thing is to consume the court masters as much as possible. After all, after this level is passed, the main thing I will face next is not these sects or casual cultivators, but the court. The fewer masters there are in the court, the less pressure I will have and the opportunity." More." Lu Xuan shook his head.

No matter whether they are casual cultivators or sects, they are not his direct enemies yet. His direct enemies are still the imperial court. Therefore, if possible, Lu Xuan would eat all the fifth-grade masters from the imperial court.

Of course, this is just a good wish. After all, he is only at the sixth level and has limited influence on the battlefield. From the moment the war begins, the battlefield is out of his control.

, the most important thing is actually to produce a fifth-grade among them as soon as possible.

Sometimes strategies are really vulnerable in the face of strength. Just like now, the battlefield is basically dominated by the fifth grade, and the sixth grade can barely protect itself. As for the weaker eighth and even ninth grades, they are not even as good as cannon fodder here.

Not to say that you are invincible, but you must at least have the power to leverage the situation. You must have four ounces to move a thousand pounds.

If Cao Jingzhong hadn't joined this time, Lu Xuan wouldn't have been able to get the game to where it is now.

"Junior brother already knew that Tianxiahui would not be able to win?" Xu Yifan asked sitting next to Lu Xuan.

"How can we win against the elite with a bunch of loose sand?" Lu Xuan shook his head. These casual cultivators formed a temporary group and seemed to be powerful, but just like the Guiyi Teaching Army that originally attacked Sanyang County, they could not compete with the regular army regardless of their cooperation or morale. compared to.

How is it possible to win?

"It's a pity that these loose cultivators had a chance to subdue them." Zhang Yuanrou felt a little regretful. The establishment of the Tianxiahui made her think that the Guiyi Sect would rise again, but after this battle, the newly established Tianxiahui disappeared.

"It's not a pity. Normal monks are not willing to taint their luck and participate in the world war, and there will be no winner in this battle." Lu Xuan shook his head. Those with luck cannot live forever. Although it is not true, this is true. It is a well-known iron law in the world of cultivation. These people in Tianxiahui are all monks. Naturally, they are not willing to take chances. It is also destined that these people will not be used by themselves for a long time.

"How come there is no winner?" Zhang Yuanrou asked puzzledly.

"Don't look at these casual cultivators as inconspicuous, but they cultivate spiritual fields, refine basic magic weapons, and collect basic cultivation materials for the big sects. If they are gone, those big sects will have to send their own disciples to do these things. Originally, they only need It’s good to practice with peace of mind, but after this battle, they have a lot of energy to focus on these things, and it may take a long time, do you think this is considered a victory?”

The world of spiritual practice can actually be regarded as a small economy. To these large sects, the low-level practitioners are like the common people to the imperial court.

It's just that the number of common people controlled by a court is huge, and if a group of them die, the impact will not be big. However, the number of people in the cultivation world is small, which also makes the economy quite fragile. Now that a large number of casual cultivators suddenly died in the war, it is a blow to the economy. It can be said to be devastating.

After this battle, these large sects may have to rebuild their economies, but these things are not the expertise of practitioners.

Not to mention that many low-level disciples of various major sects died in this battle.

"After being out for a few days, I almost forgot that my junior brother is a decisive and decisive hero." Xu Yifan couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the battlefield in the distance led by Lu Xuan.

Lu Xuan has always been kind to the people around him, so that he often makes people around him ignore his cold-blooded and cruel side.

In today's round, the imperial court, sects, and casual cultivators were all manipulated by Lu Xuan, but their cores were unscathed. Of course, their cores are a bit weak now, and their participation will not have much effect. .

"Everything in the world is like chess. If you want to avoid being controlled by others in the game, you can only be a chess player. As a chess player, the most taboo thing is to treat the chess pieces like a woman!" Lu Xuan looked at the sky and said: "We have nothing to do here. Let's go to Falling Star Valley and wait. The treasure is about to appear, and the next game of chess is about to begin."