A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

"This gloomy ghost formation is probably close to the third-level intermediate level."

"After a while, after devouring more souls and flesh and blood, you can truly advance to the third-level intermediate level, and your strength will increase significantly..."

The picture coming from the fighter plane made many students frown.

The third-level formation relies on spiritual veins and is stronger than most golden elixir monks in terms of attack distance, power, and battery life, let alone the third-level intermediate formation.

There is no such inheritance in Liyun Sect.

It must have come from outside the world. Either Master Li Hai captured the proceeds in the war outside the world and hid them in private, or there were forces outside the world that secretly intervened.

Judging from the roaring appearance of the ghosts in it, I don't know how many people's souls have been invested in these years, and I don't know how many Liyun Sect monks have benefited from this and have greatly improved their cultivation.

Although the hidden dangers are great, it is difficult to advance, and one can easily become possessed and die. There may also be a secret door left to make a wedding dress for others.

But with their knowledge, they would naturally not know it and regard it as a magical elixir.

"However, the formation is the formation."

"The attack distance is only ten to twenty kilometers, and it is impossible to move!"

Jin Lingfeng sneered.

Unable to move!

This is a living target for the Immortal Sect monks who are strong in offense and weak in defense, and whose attack range is extremely long!

"Prepare!"

About to order an attack.

She was startled and looked at the formation, where thousands of ghosts and ghosts were filled with cold murderous intent.

The regiment channel was also extremely quiet, without any noise.

"The soul of a citizen of the Immortal Sect!"

"Three hundred and forty-seven!"

After waiting for a long time, someone said indifferently on the cold and extremely quiet regimental channel.

On the periphery of the ten thousand ghost formation,

Astonishingly, there were many ghosts wearing jeans and shirts, with blood and tears flowing from their eyes, and expressions of extreme pain!

Many people have severed hands and feet, have long lost their heads, and are wandering confused among thousands of ghosts.

They were driven to the outermost edge by the formation, wailing in pain under the sun.

"How dare they..."

"Whose father, mother, and children are these?"

Jiang Ding felt panic in his heart. It was the first time he saw the death of so many citizens.

My mother, grandparents, uncles and aunts all went to military bases outside the border to serve in the military as adults. Did they also encounter such dangers?

"Liyun Sect is really good..."

Many classmates said with murderous intent that they had spent their youth on campus, and the immature temperament they had developed was rapidly changing into a cold-blooded and hard-hearted temperament.

"Want to delay time?"

"Even blocking, leaving us helpless and stopping the attack?"

Jin Lingfeng's voice was extremely cold.

"You underestimate the Immortal Sect too much."

"If it were so simple to make the Immortal Sect helpless, we would have been destroyed for thousands of years and would not continue to this day."

"Signal flare, one shot!"

"Give them thirty seconds to surrender immediately. Don't say it's unforeseen!"

A columnar missile protruded from the magazine, passed through a distance of eighty or ninety kilometers under the blessing of the third-order military formation, arrived outside the Li Yunzong formation, turned into a ray of light, and penetrated inside.

"Xianmen Missile!"

The Liyun Sect's foundation-building monk who presided over the formation screamed in horror.

Being extremely familiar with this, all the ghosts screamed, built their aura and practiced their Qi. They were densely packed and rushed toward the missile.

There were even more pure white Liyun Sect sword energy spells that gathered together, beating the sky to pieces, and the spell aura continued to explode.

But it didn't have any impact on the light of the flare, as if it was hitting an empty space.

"We are all going to die!"

"I've said before that you can't kill the messengers of the Immortal Gate, and I've told you that you can't guard the mountain gate!"

Many foundation builders shouted in despair and collapsed.

After thousands of years of ruling the small world, the word "Xianmen" has penetrated into their bones.

"Don't panic! It's a signal flare, just a simple communication talisman!"

A stooped old man shouted, interrupting their confusion.

This person's name is Zhu Fuqi in the information provided by Canghai Steel Floating Island Base, and he is the disciple of Zhenren Lihai.

He is at the peak level of Foundation Establishment and is also the leader of the Liyun Sect. He has been in charge of the affairs of the Liyun Sect for many years and has accumulated great power.

"Subpoena? Is there still hope for us?"

"This matter has nothing to do with me. It is all forced by the Supreme Elder. What can we do?"

With such a roar, many people immediately looked at him with hope in their eyes, but then turned into madness and resentment, no longer caring about the majesty of the Golden Core cultivator.

Being stared at by so many abnormal eyes, including dozens of foundation-building monks and tens of thousands of qi-training monks, even though the rickety old man was at the peak of foundation-building, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

The flare landed lightly in his hand.

Many eyes stared closely at him.

I want to destroy it, but I dare not.

Zhu Fuqi knew that if he dared to do this, these sect foundation building and Qi refining would immediately tear him apart without any hesitation.

If the Immortal Sect is willing to grant amnesty, the same will be true.

As a last resort, his consciousness touched the flare and turned it on.

"Based on the treaty signed between the founder of the Liyun Sect and the Immortal Sect three thousand years ago, the verdict is as follows."

“…All monks and mortals involved in the murder of Immortal Sect citizens, whether directly or indirectly, shall die.

All those who are not directly or indirectly related to this matter are disadvantageous in protecting citizens and will spend the rest of their lives in hard labor until death..."

"The time limit is thirty seconds, starting from now on."

The signal flare automatically broadcasts sound and consciousness fluctuations, spreading in all directions and unable to be stopped.

"Is that so?"

All the foundation-building monks of Liyun Sect were filled with despair and showed unwillingness on their faces.

On that day, a Jindan monk personally persecuted and was guarded by his trusted aides, so what could they do?

If you refuse to massacre the citizens of the Immortal Sect with your own hands, you will die then!

"Since the Dongji Demon Sect won't let us go!"

Zhu Fuqi breathed a sigh of relief, a little despair came to his mind, but his face was extremely excited: "Junior brothers, we are just more than a hundred foundation-building monks. We will wait for the sect's formation, and we will not be afraid of the golden elixir monks! "

"Ancestor will not ignore it either!"

"As long as we kill all these demon cultivators here and make great achievements, we will definitely be able to enter the Immortal Sect's favor. When the time comes, we will all have hope in the Immortal Sect."

“It’s not impossible to become an honorable person and become an ancestor in the future!”

His words made hope appear in the eyes of many foundation-building monks, and they grasped them tightly like life-saving straws.

"Yes, the Dongji Demon Sect enslaves us, and this is the day it should be!"

"When the Immortal Sect comes, we will all be great contributors! The entire Canghai world will be freed from slavery, and our names will always be sung in the world!"

"If they don't give us a way to survive, then go to Canghai Floating Island and kill to their motherland!"

The eyes of many Foundation Establishment cultivators were blood red, and they were shouting incessantly. Their murderous intent swept across the sky, their eyes were blood red, and the morale of the sect was high and crazy.

It is different from the crazy and restless atmosphere of Liyun Sect Mountain Gate.

More than ninety kilometers away, even the regimental headquarters channel was extremely quiet, and you could hear a pin drop.

"...Twenty-eight seconds, twenty-nine seconds, thirty seconds."

"put!"

The two sky and sky camps each absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of more than ten kilometers, and are blessed by the third-level killing array among the mysterious formations.

In the terrifying roar, seventy-two missiles broke through the sea of ​​clouds and headed towards the ghostly sect formation in the distance.

This is not the end.

"put!"

"put!!"

"..."

Jin Lingfeng ordered without hesitation.

In addition to the headquarters air and space battalion's alert, the remaining two air and space battalions launched wave after wave of missile groups blessed by the third-level military formation without stopping for a moment.

A total of ten rounds of missiles were fired.

It's equivalent to the Jindan monk attacking with spells twenty times in a row!