"kill!!!"

Hundreds of thousands of slave troops charged on the mountain without fear of death. Even if they defeated the artillery, turned the rockets into cannon fodder, shot them into honeycombs, or even rolled on the ground wailing, they could not stop the momentum of the charge of these slave troops.

When the number of people reaches 10,000, it becomes a sea of ​​​​people. When the number of people exceeds 100,000, it reaches the entire sky.

The mad charge of hundreds of thousands of slave troops, even though the mountain road was long and the weapons were indiscriminately bombarded, put great pressure on the Daxuan soldiers and even the generals in the city gate on the mountain.

So crazy!

So unafraid of death!

Viewed from a high altitude, it seems like countless ants are marching at the bottom of the three mountains, advancing crazily upward. Even if people continue to die, be blown to death, or burned to death, they cannot stop their progress.

Even if they were divided among three mountains, they could not stop these slave soldiers who were as fearless as soldier ants.

"Boom boom boom——"

Steel cannons with a height of three to four people fired fiercely on the city wall, shooting out shells that were nearly a person in diameter. The smell of gunpowder filled the air, and the smell of gunpowder smoke was everywhere.

The huge counter-shock made the city wall tremble. If the Shanhou hadn't set up a large formation to connect the city foundation to the mountains and absorb the energy of the mountains and rivers, the counter-shocks caused by the firing of the cannons would probably have destroyed the city wall.

It has to be said that Xiao Mian's Heavenly Palace indeed had a profound impact on Daxuan. Without the artillery manufactured by Shenjifang, and without the Shanhou personally setting up the formation, these three mountain passes would never be able to suppress the enemy all the time.

At the foot of the mountain.

This is also one of the important factors that allowed Xiao Mian to make Daxuan grow step by step and rule Daxuan Thirty-Three. If he just suppressed Daxuan and did not allow Daxuan to grow, then even if he had amazing strength, he would not be able to sit still.

So many years in that position.

Although the Heavenly Palace together cannot match Xiao Mian's hand, they are an important cornerstone of Xiao Mian's rule over Daxuan.

"That's why Qin Yang wants to find the remaining people from the Heavenly Palace and try to bring them under his command. If that doesn't work, he can just squeeze out the knowledge in their heads." Master Xian was on a tall sentry tower in the city.

Looking at the battlefield from a distance, he said this.

"It's because we are so incompetent that we are completely unable to find out the whereabouts of the people in the Heavenly Palace." Beside her, Jingyu said with shame.

It's fine that they couldn't find the masters of the Eight Tribes, but they couldn't even find the main Tiangong disciples. Jing Salamander really should feel ashamed.

Except for the Fire Department disciples who were mainly concentrated in Shenji Workshop, the other departments only found some rotten fish and smelly shrimps, and not a single major disciple was found.

It is indeed not easy for Tiangong to take root in Daxuan for so many years, and it is backed by the mountain of Xiao Mian. Even if Tianqi Mountain is destroyed, the people of Tiangong are still hiding tightly, and their feet have not been exposed so far.

"Well, let's look at the battle in front of us first. Although Qin Yang has already made a comprehensive plan, in the face of the almost overwhelming force of the Yunmeng Empire, it will not be easy for us to repel them."

The main waving hand.

At this time, the firing frequency of the steel cannon had begun to decrease. Frequent firing caused the cannon itself to overheat. Even if warriors used ice energy to cool down, the frequency began to inevitably decrease.

Moreover, the reserve of artillery shells is also a problem. Although Sanshanguan has a large number of artillery shells, it is undoubtedly a daydream to annihilate the hundreds of thousands of troops on the opposite side by shelling alone.

"We still have to deal with King Xuan Cang in the sky." The string master said, looking at the bright moon in the distance.

King Xuan Cang provided a light source that illuminated the surroundings, and he stood alone in the air overlooking the battlefield, which gave the soldiers great confidence. If he could be shot down, Yunmeng's offensive would have to be aborted, and it would still be aborted.

It can cost at least tens of thousands of lives.

The defenders of Sanshanguan did not think about shooting down King Xuancang, but no matter whether it was artillery, rockets, or even expert archery, they could not affect King Xuancang.

The most troublesome thing about the generals of the Yunmeng Empire is how high their status is and how powerful they are. If you want to be the commander-in-chief, you must not only have the military merit to overwhelm everyone, but also have the unparalleled strength of the generals under your command.

Coupled with the "ten thousand men will live forever" that every Yunmeng general must learn, the beheading tactic has almost no effect when facing Yunmeng.

Even the string master only wants to shoot it down, and killing it is a bit unrealistic.

"The first watch of the king of hell is ringing, and the light is shining again."

With a sharp look, the color of blood suddenly appeared, and the Jiuxiao Ring Pendant played a faint sound. The color of blood was as strong as the full moon, and it shot out quickly, turning into a thousand air currents.

"The Master of Strings of the Mo Family!"

King Xuan Cang in the sky looked at the blood-colored air coming through the sky and laughed, "Let me see the power of the Mo family's Nine Calculations."

The surging moonlight gathered in the hand, and with a wave of the palm, the endless cold current swept across the sky, intersecting with the blood-colored air current, reverberating with violent air waves.

"Moon pole magic ball."

The light of the moon converged into a huge ball of light, and the silver-white cold current covered all directions, even the violent air waves solidified.

As King Xuan Cang pushed it out with his palm, as if winter was coming, the magic ball streaked across the ice in the air and hit Sanshan Pass.

"Ouch~"

The dragon's roar sounded, and the death energy gathered into the eyeless dark dragon biting the magic ball, and the energy of the two sides once again competed across the air.

"Bang——"

After fighting for a long time, the Moon Demonic Ball suddenly exploded, and the cold current swept across the sky. Even the dead dragon formed by the death energy was frozen by it, and then collided with the sound of the piano and broke into pieces.

King Xuan Cang is still standing in the air, waving his arms to attract the moonlight, and the infinite moonlight scatters, bringing a brighter sky.

"If you want to shoot down this king, do you have the ability?"

Astonishing evil energy soared into the sky, and even the moon dimmed at this moment. The illusion of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood came into everyone's eyes, bringing the most profound and cruel impression.

There seemed to be countless dead souls wailing in my ears, a layer of skeleton-like shadows whirling around King Xuan Cang, and fierce shouts of killing appeared out of nowhere.

"How many killings do you have to go through to have such murderous intent!" Li Qingshan looked at the illusion of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, with a look of disbelief in his eyes.

This kind of murderous aura, this kind of illusion, can't be achieved by simply ordering people to kill or directly killing them with powerful moves. It can only be gathered by holding weapons in hand, slashing the creatures one by one, and harvesting countless lives with your own hands.

Such a fierce murderous aura.

"This murderous aura and resentment are so deep that if he dares to survive the catastrophe of returning to the void, I am afraid that when he dissipates all three elements, the resentful aura will directly tear him to pieces." The string master was also surprised.

It is unknown how many lives have to be taken away from this fierce and evil spirit to gather together. It has almost condensed into a realm similar to the realm of heaven and earth, and has always been with King Xuan Cang.

The ultimate resentment, even the string master's ghostly voice could not dispel, it was simply terrifying to the extreme.

Not only Daxuan's side, but also people on Yunmeng's side were shocked.
Chapter completed!