The battlefield at this moment became extremely intense inexplicably because of the cultivators' participation.

After all, the power of a spell can be great or small, it all depends on the skill of the person who performs the spell. Here it almost represents the collision of the top cultivators in the world. How can it not be shocking? How can it not be intense?

Compared with the hand-to-hand combat on the front line, the offensive and defensive battle here is more obvious. Although in terms of numbers, our side once again does not have the advantage, but because of the participation of several elders from the Snow Mountain lineage, it still has a small advantage.

Advantages

Almost no spells from that side can attack this side, and occasionally for great spells cast here, there are sometimes loopholes in the defense there, which will reduce the remaining power of the spells.

There were casualties among the cultivators over there!

But Yang Sheng's altar was still extremely quiet. He didn't know what he was doing with the black curtain drawn.

The most intense part was that the black whirlwind in the center of the battlefield was blown away by the hurricane technique summoned by the master. Most of the warriors who had activated their own power finally broke a delicate balance and began to overwhelmingly move towards Yang Sheng's troops.

After all, strength cannot be compensated by madness. Even madness makes those dead soldiers refuse to retreat, making it extremely difficult for the warriors here.

In the center of the battlefield, there is fierce fighting below, and above is the fierce collision of various spells. Just above the battlefield, thunder and lightning explode from time to time, hurricanes roar, ghosts and ghosts flash from time to time, and dizzy collisions of souls all happen here.

The center of this battlefield almost became a terrifying and hellish existence.

Even if ordinary people stand here and cannot see any specific scene, they will definitely see lightning and thunder, and feel the earth shaking.

The advantage of Yang Sheng's side is slowly disappearing and has even completely turned into a disadvantage. However, just like before, the altar remains motionless, and no one from Yang Sheng's real top power appears inside.

Pass one.

It is almost everyone's idea to attack there in one go. After all, if it is possible, even if only 10 of those monks and body cultivators rush over, it will be a fatal blow to the magic cultivators over there.

There is no need to rely so much on the Heavenly Punishment Formation. You can even change the strategies of all the people entering the formation and cast spells together. Then

But the idea is extremely beautiful, and the reality is not that simple. At least Yang Sheng’s purpose of building that altar, no one thought that they would just sit back and wait for death!

On the other hand, the face of the old leader did not become relaxed because of the current advantage. Instead, it became more serious, and there was a feeling that the storm was about to come.

As time passed by, in addition to the crackling sounds coming from various spells, what I heard in my ears were the shouts and gasps on the battlefield, and the sounds of so many formations taking their positions!

At this moment, after this battle, more than half of the formation has been completed, and there are only less than fifty formation patterns left, which can be completely completed!

I was inexplicably excited when I saw the formation of 490 people. How powerful is it?

I just hope that it will be faster, and faster. I see the number of people on Yang Sheng's side slowly decreasing. Although the cultivators who cast spells have been able to withstand the attacks here due to the increase in numbers, this does not mean that they can withstand the attacks here.

What does it mean?

After all, when there is a certain difference in quality, quantity compensation sometimes cannot play a decisive role.

Finally, when there were less than ten dead soldiers left on Yang Sheng's side, the warriors led by Uncle Hui looked up to the sky and let out a long roar. With the cooperation of the cultivators at the rear, they were able to rush past them.

But at this moment, the old leader who had been standing beside me, motionless, finally moved. Before, he had only gently shaken off some snowflakes. Now when he moved, he looked fluttery and fairy-like, but he was shaking.

The white snow that fell with a sound brought a piece of falling snow behind it, and it felt like walking from the wind and snow.

"Old leader, what are you doing?" I don't understand why the old leader did this!

But I heard bursts of Sanskrit singing coming from the altar over there. It was a woman's voice. This voice sounded so sacred, so pure, full of mystery, but so far away that people unconsciously wanted to hear it.

Worship, without daring to have the slightest hint of blasphemy in my heart.

What happened? The people on Yang Sheng's side were obviously extreme in their actions and disregarded the law of heaven. Why did such a sound come from their altar?

The leader said: "It's time for me to take action."

Is the old boss going to take action? Before I had time to react, I saw Sister Jenny, who had been leaning under the boulder, suddenly take a big sip of wine, then quickly tighten the flask and put it into her butt pocket.

Everyone present was wearing white robes, except for Sister Jenny, who only wore a white cloak as a token of approval. She also wore a leather jacket and leather pants underneath. She looked very capable, which was incompatible with the image of this battlefield.

She put away the wine bottle, walked away and suddenly stopped, looked at me and said, "Boy, do you think he will like it if I dress like this?"

He? He should be referring to the master, right? During this battle, I have been intersecting with Chen Chengyi from time to time. I myself have completely 'fallen'. At this time, I naturally thought of Lao Li as my master, and also

Don't think there is any problem.

Just like I have become accustomed to calling everyone from Chen Chengyi's point of view, I have accepted it. However, I just thought that I had taken on Chen Chengyi's identity. There was no movement in his will. I thought it was the last

persist in.

I didn’t expect Sister Jenny to suddenly ask questions about such a young daughter like me in a cruel place like the battlefield. I was silent for a while and said: "Sister Jenny, you are beautiful no matter what you look like. I thought Master would be like this

Thought."

"Haha, if his mouth was as sweet as yours, why would I have complained about him for so long?" While speaking, Sister Jenny had already followed in the footsteps of the old boss.

I really wanted to ask, didn't she and the old master want to hold the position of the formation eye? Why did they suddenly come forward to fight?

But before I had time to ask, I heard a sound of falling to the ground. When I saw it was Lu Shan, he fell to his knees on the ground. He supported his body with his arms and lowered his head, but he couldn't see clearly.

look.

Tao Bai, who was standing next to him, wanted to reach out to help Lu Shan, but his face turned red and his eyes were full of tears.

Brother Chengqing, who was still standing nearby, helped Lu Shan up, but Lu Shan turned his head and looked at me excitedly and said, "Chengyi, Chengyi, it's her, it's Baima's voice."

Baima? In the past three days, I completely suppressed my will. I didn't know the specific things that happened to Chen Chengyi and the conversation. I only had some vague impressions. But now that Lu Shan said this, I suddenly remembered everything!

Such a holy voice belongs to Baima? As far as I know, Baima has completely disappeared and even his soul has been sealed into the drum. In this case, there is only one possibility. Is it possible?

I suddenly raised my head and looked at the altar, but by chance, I saw a gust of wind blowing up the black cloth around the altar with a "whoosh", and then the violent wind swept away the black cloth.

The black cloth suddenly took up the sky and floated to the depths of the sky

Without the obstruction of the black cloth, everything in the altar suddenly came into view. I saw Yang Sheng sitting cross-legged in the center of the altar. The lamas who had entered the altar with him before and sat cross-legged around him kept moving their lips.

It is moving, as if silently reciting some scripture.

All the cultivators who entered the altar before them were sitting cross-legged around them, with tired faces, as if they had experienced a great deal of consumption and were seizing the time to recover!

There is only one person standing on the altar, and that is - Wu Tian!

As for where the sound of Sanskrit singing comes from? I looked at Yang Sheng who was sitting cross-legged in Zhengzong with some disbelief. He had taken off his mask at this moment. Under the mask, there was no difference at all from the way he looked before.
Chapter completed!