A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

The blood cloud that was several kilometers wide finally stopped.

The bright red blood flag fluttered in the wind, three people had a small blood flag, six people had one blood flag, and thirty-six people had one large blood flag. The formation patterns were densely spread over dozens of kilometers.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth mobilized at every moment is huge, and all the Golden Core monks are high-spirited and confident enough to fight across the ranks.

However, at this time, his face was full of sadness and dejection.

A few days later,

A Bagua weather cloud flew in from afar.

The brilliant coercion swept away for dozens of miles, and the phantoms and phenomena such as earth, fire, wind, water, heaven, earth, and lake changed one after another, easily suppressing the domain of the Blood Cloud Formation, forcing it to continue to shrink, and barely spread out over several miles.

Although they are the same number of people, they are still elite masters who have been trained for a long time and have been practicing array weapons for more than a hundred years.

Why is there so much difference between a ragtag group of people?

This shouldn't be the case.

Many blood cloud generals looked at the young man with an ordinary face and indifferent eyes in the atmosphere of rising gossip with complicated eyes.

Yin Dao, the Saint of the Six Paths, and many of the golden elixir warriors from the Northern Plains stood beside him, but they could not obscure the slightest brilliance.

They were all respectful, standing with their hands tied, their ears erect, always ready to listen to orders, just like children.

"Goodbye, Lord Tushan!"

Below the cloud of blood, many golden elixir monks put away their blood flag arrays, put away their magic weapons, and bowed their heads respectfully without any hint of unruliness.

"I've met all of you fellow Taoists."

Jiang Ding looked at this army of monks quietly.

More than a hundred Jindan monks, this is not the final state.

The final state is to fill tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of foundation-building Qi-training monks. Each team relies on formations, practices rigorously, and gathers the power of everyone.

In a single thought, thousands of formations appeared and died, creating blood and light, drowning the opponent with a river of blood all over the sky, and all flesh, flesh and magic weapons were dissolved.

This kind of inheritance is generally a large and important weapon, which is impossible for casual cultivators to come into contact with.

Even if you get it by chance, the huge resources for refining the array and the huge quantity and quality requirements for the monks who form the military array will make people afraid to set foot.

But today's Beiyuan is just right.

After two hundred years of bloody battles with the Great Sun Sect, the Beiyuan family's golden elixir and Nascent Soul had withered away in large numbers. They could only rely on the power of the Nascent Soul monks to suppress the core areas, and were no longer able to suppress and rule remote places.

From this, the heroes and geniuses arose side by side, and wars raged everywhere.

At this moment in Beiyuan, there are many golden elixir practitioners seeking Taoism. They are not afraid of death for the sake of immortality. As long as there is a spark, they can start a prairie fire.

As long as the blood cloud can raise the banner and not fall down for a while, a steady stream of golden elixirs for casual cultivators will gather from all over the place.

"Wait, let's break up the formation."

"Obey my orders and follow the two rules of Tushan I established."

Jiang Ding said no nonsense, no need to be polite, he ordered.

The Eighteen Riders of Blood Cloud remained motionless and looked at Xue Liuyun.

It can be seen that their centripetal force is very strong. Even at this moment, they still maintain a high degree of strict order. It is not just a simple combination of interests, but also feelings and trust between them.

Jiang Ding put his hand on the hilt of the sword.

"Lord Tushan."

The bloody man with gray hair and wrinkles on his face bowed respectfully and said: "I have admired you for a long time, can you give me some advice? Maybe I can look back and reminisce in the future?"

Jiang Ding stared at him silently and said nothing.

The hair on the blood-flowing cloud stood up all over his body.

Vaguely, it seemed as if he had returned to the time of mortals hundreds of years ago.

At that time, he was the horse slave of the Yin family. He once saw a strange green wolf in the wilderness. The situation at that time was the same as now, with his whole body stiff.

But from the beginning to the end, even though he was just a mortal and had no power to resist, he did not take a step back and expose his back.

At that time, Qinglang was already full and was not interested in him. He just looked at each other and left.

At this time, Xue Liuyun still did not give in, staring at the person in front of him.

If we really want to surrender without a fight, it would be better to die!

"Sir, I would like to ask you a question."

Under tremendous pressure, blood flowed again.

"good."

Jiang Ding nodded.

Boom!

Master Baimei, Holy Son of Six Paths and other golden elixir monks suddenly felt a huge attraction coming from the formation, driving themselves to make some Beidou Tiangang steps to absorb the magic power in their bodies.

The complex Bagua formations flow, earth, fire, wind, water, heaven and earth change, the Bagua eight shapes change, the Zhen Gua shines brightly, turning into the power of brilliant thunder, condensed into a thunder sword filled with the sword of destruction.

The Saint Son of Six Paths couldn't help but be horrified.

This is an extremely deep level of control over the formation, using formations to control people, rather than using people to form formations, and waiting for monks to secretly sabotage it is absolutely wishful thinking. I am afraid that if I just want to make a move, I will be buzzed by the surroundings. The rotating formations were crushed into blood foam, with not a drop left.

It's just a golden elixir monk's lifespan of hundreds of years, and his swordsmanship is superb. Why is the formation the same?

This is unreasonable!

Could it be that some old monster broke through the restrictions of the Luoxu Order and entered it in an external form?

The Holy Son of Six Paths fell into deep doubt.

As soon as the thunder sword of Zhen Gua appeared, it cut through the deep space cracks and disappeared.

The eyelids of Master Baimei and other Jindan cultivators twitched.

space!

This is already a real Nascent Soul level attack, not just a name!

For a time, many thoughts were floating around. The Jindan monk who had promised something instantly forgot everything before and concentrated on cooperating with the Bagua formation without any other distracting thoughts.

Compared with their complex thoughts, the blood flow clouds were trembling and their backs were chilled.

Under this thunder, he felt a strong sense of death.

Obviously, the guidance he needed really came, as expected, but perhaps at the cost of his life.

"kill!"

Xue Liuyun roared, biting the tip of his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of essence and blood, holding the blood cloud flag, his life magic weapon, with both hands, and waved it violently, rolling up the blood cloud all over the sky, and slashed it down with the thunder sword.

The blood gun killed Hei Loucheng and others. Although they were extremely dissatisfied with his rash actions, countless angry voices were transmitted through their spiritual consciousness.

But between life and death, they did not give up their support for him and just watched his death.

"kill!"

"Blood kill!"

All the eighteen knights of Xueyun used their spells and stepped on the formation patterns. In response to his waving of blood flags, blood light formations formed on their own, and in conjunction with Xue Liuyun's attack, they swallowed up the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for dozens of miles.

Endless blood light gathered together, and under the waving of the Blood Cloud Flag in Xue Liuyun's hand, streaks of bloody sword light were produced, covering the sky like swimming fish.

Under the gathering of blood arrays, the first few blood knives exuded endless blood and sharpness, and wherever they passed, dark cracks appeared in the space.

It also reached the Nascent Soul level attack!

The army was fighting hard, and there was no room for maneuver. In the blink of an eye, the sword of thunder and shock had arrived, slashing at several bloody knives.

boom!

There was an earth-shattering bang.

Under the thunder sword, several bloody knives were wiped out in one blow, the spiritual light collapsed, and the light of the fish scale knives all over the sky dissipated.

"puff!"

The bloody cloud looked horrified, vomiting blood and throwing it back, hitting the ground hard.

around him,

The blood cloud military formation ruptured and disintegrated. More than a hundred golden elixir monks on the eighteen knights of the blood cloud scattered in all directions like an explosion. They collapsed with one blow, and their will and morale were completely useless.