It was not until this time that the monks of the Chongshan League raised their heads and realized what kind of enemy they were about to face.

The people from Wantumen had no so-called attack plan at all.

Their plan was to attack.

From the blatant route they took, it was clear that these guys didn't take this remote world of cultivation seriously at all.

Wufan, the leader of Wantu Clan, wearing a blood-red crown, was standing on a huge warship in the front, staring coldly at the buildings with carved beams and painted rafters below.

Before, Wantumen had sent the Blood Knife Guards into Dachong Mountain to gather intelligence.

Although they were annihilated in time by the monks of Chongshan League led by Jiang Li, it was impossible to hide these basic information from others.

This is the center of the Dachongshan immortal cultivation world, so they plan to come here to attack Huanglong directly.

"Master, below that is the core of the Dachongshan area, the headquarters of the Chongshan League. It is also the lost medicine garden secret of our predecessor, the Wanxuan Sect."

"As long as we defeat this place, the Dazhong Mountain Immortal Cultivation World will no longer have the power to resist. Those thousands of years old spiritual materials will also be returned to their original owners."

Standing next to Wu Fan was a servant holding a knife with a deathly pale face.

Although his face was ugly, he was still fawning in front of Wu Fan. His shrill voice sounded more like a rootless person in the palace.

The Earth-level Blood Sword of the Wantu Sect leader is usually not worn by himself, but is instead carried by a sword-holding servant who follows him everywhere.

This kind of knife-holding servant is similar to the cauldron and furnace of some Yin-gathering and Joy-conducting techniques. The techniques they practice are special and are entirely for the purpose of helping others.

All the practice of the servant holding the knife is to prepare for the knife he holds.

A high-quality sword-holding servant can greatly improve the grade and power of the sword, and is a very effective means of strengthening and maintaining it.

However, for this kind of job, the lifespan is as short as three to five months, or as long as three to five years, before one will be sucked dry of everything by the knife in his hand.

"Master, should we give those guys down there a chance to surrender?"

The servant holding the knife was considered Wu Fan's most trusted attendant. Although his term of office was short, he was able to have a say with the master and was always by his side. He was also the object of flattery by many people.

"If you covet something you shouldn't covet, there's no need to waste words with them, just slaughter them."

He uttered the words in a light voice, as if he was not facing a vast world of immortal cultivation with a long tradition.

Instead, he was holding a pot of boiling water and was about to pour it into the ant nest.

"The leader has ordered a massacre!"

The sharp voice of the servant holding a knife rang out.

Buzz! The air trembled and rippled, and then two hundred and thirty flying boat guns fired at the bottom.

Two hundred and thirty beams of light, some thick and some thin, pierced straight into the buildings below in a downward slant.

The seemingly thick formation shield was as fragile as a piece of paper and was easily and completely destroyed under the bombardment of spiritual artillery of this scale.

Those buildings that looked like a paradise on earth were easily destroyed as if they were made of cardboard.

Under their artillery fire, those low-level monks had no courage to resist at all. They squatted down with their heads in their hands, ready to die.

Then, under the ruthless destruction of their artillery fire, they were all destroyed along with those buildings.

Those screams became the most complementary soundtrack under their artillery fire.

Easy, simple, and so smooth!

After fighting a frustrating battle for more than a month, the Wantumen monks finally felt the wonderful feeling of bullying the weak.

These maniacs who enjoy killing people would never feel unable to do so.

They carried out carpet bombing for half an hour.

It wasn't until the muzzle became hot and the spirit stones on the ship's cannon charging array turned into waste that it slowly stopped.

Below, the area they had just bombed had already turned into a pile of pits and craters, with hardly any remains of buildings visible. Thick black smoke filled the air.

But apart from those crazy and excited disciples, the senior members of Wantumen who had been on the battlefield for a long time discovered that something was wrong.

They had just captured Stone Ridge not long ago.

They still remember the process of conquering a world of immortal cultivation.

Although the immortal cultivation world was unable to confront them head-on, the Black Stone City, which served as the core, was captured by them within seven days.

But the process was not so easy.

Moreover, the scope of the entire area is so large and the monks are very mobile.

After breaking up into small groups, they can escape individually, hide in the deep mountains and forests, and run thousands of miles at a time. As long as they are careful, even a cultivator who has established his foundation can do it easily.

After losing the frontal battlefield, they used all kinds of guerrilla warfare, harassment, raids, underground ambushes, and repeated tugs of war. It took a long time before they finally stabilized the situation over there.

However, this Dachong Mountain is a bit strange.

Why does it feel like they are not attacking the core of a world of immortals, but a mortal town, which is incredibly fragile.

Could it be that because of fear of the Wantucun’s power, the main force of the immortal cultivation world has fled?

"Send someone down to take a look."

At a command from the superior, the cabins of the two warships were opened, and the disciples of Wantu Sect, who had been ready long ago, swarmed down using their magic weapons.

It is a really lucrative job for the first echelon to go down and clean up the battlefield. As long as the luck is not too bad, they will definitely get a lot of rewards.

But when they stepped on the ruins, the feeling of excitement quickly faded.

Why does this battlefield feel different from the past? They always feel like something is missing here.

There were ruins, debris, smoke and dust . . . but what about the bodies and the gore?

This is it, here... Why isn't there the familiar smell of blood? A disciple grabbed a piece of building debris and squeezed it, and the debris shattered in his hand like foam.

When did he become so powerful? No, he was just a newbie who was building his foundation. The problem must be with these building materials.

Looking more closely, these building ruins on the ground don't look like the core of the area built with high-end materials.

It was clearly made of yellow mud and straw, and built together in the most crude way.

Looking from above, it seems to be very large. But in fact, even ordinary people would not look down on such a crudely built house.

If it just stands there, exposed to wind and rain, it might collapse in a month or so.

Just now, their 230 flying boats, spending countless spirit stones and spiritual energy, bombarded a group of mud-brick houses for half an hour?

At this time, they calmed down from their excitement and suddenly felt a chill in their hearts.

He quickly controlled the magic weapon and tried to take off again.

But a fog came from all directions and completely enveloped them. In the fog, the vanguard of Wantumen lost all sense of direction and rushed around in panic in the fog, but they could not fly out no matter what.

It turned out that everything Wantumen had just seen was just a straw boat to borrow arrows, just a straw boat.

It took Chongshanmeng no more than a day to build these things, and there were no less than ten such fake headquarters in other directions.

Combined with the illusion of misty mountains, these mud and brick shells were used to replace the opponent's most ferocious first round of artillery fire. No matter from which angle, it was a very cost-effective deal.

If they like, Chongshan League would be happy to let them take turns bombarding the target.

Far away from the Wantumen fleet, at the real base of the Chongshan League, a large number of disciples from various sects who had been deceived into the misty mountains were quite nervous when they first saw the arrival of such a large fleet.

But they soon discovered that Wantumen’s fleet inexplicably stopped outside the misty mountains, and then began to attack frantically in an open space.

There were waves of vibrations from the explosion in the distance, which obviously couldn't hurt them at all.

Seeing this strange phenomenon, the monks gradually realized that the fleet of Wantumen was not as terrifying as they had imagined.

The Chongshan League was not stupid enough to let them go up and die.

It seems that there is still room for this battle! Lure people to the battlefield is the first step, and the second step is to make these unwilling disciples have confidence, which is the so-called military morale.

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It is undoubtedly a good idea to give this terrifying Demon Sect fleet a setback in front of everyone.

So what happened now is what happened.

The Misty Mountains are a real group of mountains. After thousands of years, they were only discovered by accident by the monks from Dachongshan. This shows how large its scope is and how ingenious the misty illusion is.

That was even though the formation here had fallen into disrepair and was filled with errors and omissions.

Now, after the full repair work of Chongshan League, the defensive illusion formation has regained its former power and is in no way inferior to the mountain-protecting sword formation at the Five Elements Peak of Mount Shu.

Looking out from the interior of Taisho, it is indeed endless and bright, that's right.

But looking in from the outside, the thick fog that permeates the entire mountain range is enough to block out all malicious prying eyes.

And if you make some preparations in advance, you can also make the enemy see some of the scenes you want them to see, like a mirage.

However, such a little trick can be used once or twice to waste the enemy's reserves and delay time.

If you use it too much, it won't have much effect.

At this time, on each of the hundreds of large formation nodes in the misty mountains, there was a core elder holding a token, controlling the formation.

The fog in the entire Misty Mountain area became even thicker. The mountains that were hundreds of miles long were all covered in white, leaving the monks of the Wantu Sect at a loss as to where to fire.

Those monks of the Chongshan League who were inspired with confidence and courage were quickly assigned to pre-set positions.

They only need to follow orders, execute and repeat some simple actions to make the Chongshan League headquarters operate at high speed.

Hidden in the mountains and forests is a group of death-defying warriors filled with anger and hatred, who are ready to take revenge on these former enemies.

"Everyone remember, listen to my orders later, aim, and fire your crossbows together."

"Move immediately after firing the crossbow! Remember, one step late means death!"

Hidden in the thick fog in the mountains, among the rows of fortifications, a young man was giving his companions a final reminder.

"You bastards of Wantumen, we have been waiting for this day for a long time!"

"Now listen to my orders and fight back!"

On the top of a mountain on the flank of the Wantumen fleet, five hundred monks from Luanshiling were staring closely at the fleet in the distant sky, following Huyan Longan's order.

The giant anti-aircraft crossbows mounted on the ground fired in unison. After a buzzing sound from the crossbow strings, five hundred anti-aircraft crossbow arrows shot towards the fleet in the air.

Some of the giant crossbow arrows were intercepted by experts, but there were still a lot of them, and they came from the flanks when the enemy was unexpected, so a small part of them still hit the flying boat on the flanks.

Then the crossbow arrow exploded violently, causing considerable damage to Wantumen’s fleet.

These air defense fortifications were all dismantled from various immortal cultivation markets under the coordination of the Chongshan League, plus those that were urgently built.

Even if it is used once, it can still cause harassment for a long time.

But this also pointed out the direction of attack for Wantumen’s fleet, and then a wave of naval guns swept across, cleaning the location where the attack was launched.

Even with so many preparations, even though more than a dozen people failed to escape the bombing range in time, this could not stop the monks of Luanshiling from their determination for revenge.

After the Wantumen fleet changed direction, it appeared from the other side and shot the same group of crossbow arrows.

The current situation is that a head-on battle is not advisable. In the Dachongshan cultivation world, no one can stop the leader of the Wantu Sect who wields the Earth-grade Blood Sword.

Even the ancient sword god Shan Jianyi can't do it.

But they couldn't always rely on the illusion array to avoid fighting and let these guys run around everywhere, so they could only use this method to anger them as much as possible and delay them.

As for what to do next, many senior officials of Dachongshan could not think of a feasible strategy to deal with the enemy.

. . . .

In the Asura Realm, Jiang Li was flying rapidly across a bloody plain, and soon a huge bloody arena appeared in front of him.

This is the Dora Blood Fighting Arena where Yaksha's clone has been lurking for a long time.

To create a blood pool that can open a space rift is not something he can do by simply finding a space rift and then doing it in just a few days.

The mini blood pool they had created before was also completely consumed after they escaped from the Mu family and opened the space rift again.

If he wants to return to Kyushu Continent in time, he can only go through this space-time rift that he opened with his own hands.

Although he was very worried, he could only abandon the underground passage over there for the time being and let those Asuras continue to work in the most low-key way.

Before leaving, Jiang Li personally went through the underground passage to explore the exit below.

The night spirit bats below are not strong, and they don’t have much intelligence. They don’t even know how to clean up their feces, and a thick layer of them has accumulated over the years.

I think if there is no accurate information, no one would deliberately enter this stinking place to investigate.

Jiang Li asked his Yaksha clone to go over there and watch after he met him. Theoretically, nothing would happen.

Then he hurried here.

"What are you sneaking around for here?"

At this time, a vulture guard with mixed hair all over his body and almost bald wings discovered Jiang Li and flew over with a crudely made spear in his hand.

Jiang Li stood alone on the boulder, and did not respond to the call of the bell to enter the bloody arena. Such behavior was somewhat suspicious.

However, before it could get close, a long tongue shot out from a distance and instantly pierced the heart of the vulture guard.

From the main gate, the Yaksha clones walked out with a group of subordinates who were only loyal to them.

The one who shot out that tongue just now was a toad squatting on the shoulder of the clone.

(End of this chapter)