A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

"left."

Jiang Ding, who was crawling underground and burrowing deep into the sand dunes, sighed.

For some unknown reason, he could clearly sense the aura of "meaning" on this foundation-building talent, but he couldn't detect himself.

It may be that the level of sword intent is higher, or it may be that the nuclear bomb radiation aura is everywhere here, which affects his spiritual scanning.

"It would be great if the top commander of the front army was here. With a locked target, a tactical nuclear bomb could destroy him."

Jiang Ding coughed and covered his mouth.

When he opened his palm, there was a pool of bright red blood, which had turned into brown lumps in some places.

"High temperature, shock wave, radiation..."

Jiang Ding looked inside at his shattered body, sighed, and said in the legion communication channel: "Do you have any recommendations for good healing martial arts techniques? Something like the Demon Disintegration Technique, the Seven-Day Death Technique, etc."

Generally, of no use.

"Dairi Jianzi? You're not dead!"

"Martial arts skills... I don't know much about this. Can you use the immortality skills?"

"I would like to call you Immortal Xiaoqiang!"

There was a burst of cheers in the legion channel, as well as all kinds of random complaints.

"Shut up and let him look for you!"

Jin Lingfeng, the former general committee member of the Enemy Committee and temporary general of the Northern Group Army, scolded and quickly searched the library with his spiritual consciousness. Others also stopped teasing and started similar work.

"The "Three Days of Certain Death Kung Fu" is good. According to the above introduction, most injuries should be cured."

""Spirit Locking Technique"..."

""Shadow Puppet Transformation Method"..."

Soon, several steps of exercises were recommended, all of which were effective, simple to practice, and had great consequences.

""Shadow Puppet Transformation Method""

Jiang Ding flipped through it to confirm the technique.

The principle is roughly to cultivate a "devil's energy" in martial arts, and then use this devil's energy to devour the meridians, flesh and blood, and Dantian, so as to repair one's own injuries and fight beyond the level.

The final result was that he turned into a pool of blood and died five days later, leaving only a piece of human skin and bones, also known as a shadow puppet frame.

It's so difficult that famous people in the martial arts world should be able to master it in a few months.

Jiang Ding read it three times, wrote it down, and continued to deduce and understand it in his mind. Soon, a wisp of dark lines appeared in the dantian, rapidly expanding to all the meridians in the body, flesh and blood sizzling, and dissolving bit by bit.

But at the same time, a huge amount of energy surged out from all parts of his body, his pale face quickly turned rosy, and his whole person looked full of energy.

"The poison of radiation is still not eliminated, even if I was thirty kilometers away from the nuclear explosion from beginning to end... I should be able to live for four and a half days, alas."

Jiang Ding sighed: "If it weren't for the simulated battlefield, the future Tianjun Jiang Ding would have fallen."

A few hours later, the roar of a tank engine was heard in the distance, and Jinlingfeng entered within a range of thirty kilometers.

"My injuries have improved and I have four and a half days to live."

Jiang Ding emerged from under the sand and silently entered the forward reconnaissance position of the two armies.

"Four and a half days? Time is very tight."

Jin Lingfeng, who had silver hair and was cute and cute, was stunned for a moment, and said solemnly: "Let's set off immediately, the most central place in the Western Desert, Bibo Lake!"

"As long as the core thirty-six Xuanwu four-pole demarcation pillars are destroyed, the interface formation of Xuanwu Heavenly Palace will be reduced and weakened, the military formation of Xianmen Tiangang Disha orbital troops will be strengthened, and the thirteenth small realm of Xianmen will appear The probability will increase significantly!"

The armies of the two directions in the north and south have truly merged together. There are more than 400,000 troops, and nearly 100,000 artillery radars are constantly scanning.

The torrent of steel covered the earth, and smooth and wide roads were quickly formed from scratch.

Marching for three consecutive days, they traveled thousands of miles across the Western Desert.

"In another three hours at most, we can reach the center of the Western Desert. There is a fourth-level mid-grade spiritual vein here. Relying on the spiritual vein, even if the Xuanwu Tiangong foundation-building monks' formation skills are insufficient, they should be able to arrange a real The third-level formation has golden elixir combat power."

"The attack distance of Jindan monk's spiritual consciousness is between ten kilometers and twenty kilometers, and it is still in a safe position..."

Jin Lingfeng and Ou Daocheng took turns introducing various information about the West Desert Center ahead and deploying various tactics.

"coming!"

Jiang Ding, who was leading the investigation for the army, was moved.

A Xuanwu Tiangong foundation-building monk finally appeared within a thousand meters of the sword sense, and then the second one.

Already a lot.

The positions of foundation-building monks are usually more than a kilometer away from each other, so that they can support each other without interfering with each other.

Once it goes beyond common sense, it is very likely that there are too many foundation-building monks and the width of the military formation has to be repeatedly reduced.

"Foundation-building monks from other directions should have gathered here."

Jiang Ding took a breath and reported what he found to the superior.

"Grenade cover reconnaissance, release!"

Jin Lingfeng and Ou Daocheng's expressions quickly became serious and they ordered at the same time.

Boom boom!

Deafening muzzle roars came one after another, a radius of dozens of kilometers was shrouded in dense shrapnel, and the yellow sand on the ground shook.

"Damn Dainichi Swordsman!"

Dozens of foundation-building monks emerged, roaring and roaring, turning into streaks of earthy yellow light that quickly rushed across the ground.

Originally, facing a second-level war commander, the foundation-building monks could advance within ten kilometers without risking exposure. Now, they have to be exposed to artillery fire within more than twenty kilometers, and their hope of survival has dropped. Several times more than that.

"put!"

There were no accidents. Every discovered Foundation Establishment cultivator was killed by the overwhelming bombardment of armor-piercing shells. Earth Escape was useless, flying to the sky was useless, and clone Blood Escape was also useless.

Under the capture and lock of the second-level infantry spirit radar, no one can escape.

Boom boom!

Another round of grenade bombardment, but only a few of them revealed their hidden figures.

The number of foundation-building monks in Xuanwu Heavenly Palace is definitely more than this!

"Ou Daocheng."

Jin Lingfeng said coldly.

"yes!"

Ou Daocheng's fat face was full of bitterness: "Applying for tactical nuclear strike, the coordinates are not available yet, the first stage of unblocking, the aura of extermination is spreading..."

In the fearful gazes of all the Xuanwu Sky cultivators, a small black dot emerged from the half-space.

Invisible ripples swayed in all directions, and the spiritual energy particles of heaven and earth within a radius of thirty kilometers were stagnant, the magic power was sluggish, and the power of the magic was greatly reduced.

Within tens of kilometers, the auras of Foundation-Building monks who were hiding and sneaking in many places were flickering, and their aura was in stark contrast to the surrounding environment.

"put!"

More than 80,000 artillery pieces roared at the same time, and dense armor-piercing cruise missiles flew into the sky, drowning all the foundation-building monks who could be detected and tearing them into pieces.

"kill!"

A sea of ​​zombies and ghosts fell from the sky. Hundreds of foundation-building monks in the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace showed miserable expressions. They no longer hid, and their escaping light exploded with all their strength. They continuously maneuvered to dodge and charged towards the central tank armor group.

In the dense group of armor-piercing shells, pieces turned into flesh and blood.

Occasionally, someone successfully entered the two-kilometer range, causing the death of thousands of immortal monks. They were quickly caught in the fire and died, unable to survive for more than one breath.

Compared with a single eastern group army, the firepower here is much stronger.

Five or six minutes later, all the Xuanwu Tiangong foundation-building monks died, the battlefield became quiet, leaving only the smell of gunpowder smoke, and the ground was full of human and zombie corpses.

Xiahou Ding did not appear.

"Re-seal."

Ou Daocheng said with some regret.

The spell-killing halo only has one chance to assist in locking on high-mobility and high-value targets. If it is gone, it will be gone, and it can only bomb fixed targets with super bombs on the spot.

"The candidate Daozi of Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, do you still have a large-scale foundation-building force..."