Chapter 450 War
After dealing with the matter of Jiusan Niang, Fang Xianyu used the fragments of the Douxuan Treasure Mirror to divine once more. This time, Piaomiao Jinxian was finally dead.
The battle to attack Piaomiao Immortal Sect went exceptionally smoothly. After the death of Piaomiao Golden Immortal, several manipulated elders and stewards decisively surrendered. As a result, a fight broke out within Piaomiao Immortal Sect itself, leaving the players to watch the excitement outside the sect's formation.
Several elders with high cultivation bases wanted to take advantage of the death of Piaomiao Jinxian and Liquan Xianjun and wanted to take control of Piaomiao Xianzong. So they won over a lot of people, and used the excuse that they should not engage in internal strife in the face of a powerful enemy, and temporarily unified the voices within the sect.
Therefore, what the players saw was that the NPCs inexplicably started fighting, then inexplicably stopped fighting, and then inexplicably organized several thousand monks to rush towards them -
After all, Piaomiao Immortal Sect is a top sect in the Ten Continents and Three Island that has accumulated many years of experience. There are tens of thousands of disciples in the sect, and the majority of them are disciples above the Jindan stage.
They either controlled demon slaves or used magic weapons and spiritual tools. They came out in droves, and after being hit by several rocket launchers, they cleverly scattered, making it difficult for players to aim at them.
"Don't shoot yet! Don't shoot yet! Wait until they are within range before shooting!"
In the army microphone, Longshan Tongge's voice was like a broken gong, a little harsh, but full of passion.
Compared to Wang Ergou and Nietzsche who knew a little bit about the inside story, Brother Tong from Longshan didn't know that Guixu Realm was a real world, and naturally didn't know that these NPCs were real people, so he commanded everyone without any psychological pressure, and explained whenever he had the chance: "Wait until you are within range before shooting to kill more people! Don't be greedy! Let's wait for the most appropriate time to eat the meat! Stay calm! Stay calm!"
Nietzsche, who was resting in the distance, was chatting privately with a retired farmer with a complicated expression.
"Uncle Tian, these... these are all innocent people... is it really okay for us to kill people like this?"
"Let's not talk about the fact that they are all innocent, little rabbit, this is not a game, this is a war."
The retired farmer sent a voice message directly. His steady and somewhat old voice reached Nietzsche's ears, and it actually calmed her pounding heart.
"However, it is indeed our fault to let you participate in this war, but there is nothing we can do about it. After all... after all, this is a multi-party collaboration... In order to prevent everyone from suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder and other post-war psychological syndromes, in the long run, "Ten Continents" can only be a game."
Nietzsche nodded subconsciously, and when he finished clicking, he remembered that he was in the game, and quickly replied: "Thank you, Uncle Tian, I understand."
"You're welcome. It's our fault that we, the rabbits, invited you to participate in this project!" The retired farmer said in a sonorous voice: "We should thank you and support... and Guo Jia (anti-harmony)."
The two of them only chatted for a few words when the disciples of the Piaomiao Immortal Sect on the opposite side had already approached them one after another. Some of those with advanced cultivation had already started killing one player at a time with one spell.
In the army mail, Brother Tong of Longshan gritted his teeth and withstood the pressure. Finally, after most of the NPCs crossed the range mark line he had specially marked on the map, he roared: "Burst! Burst! Burst! Fight violently! Don't be afraid of death! Wait for the CD to replenish after death! Burst! We have a few groups of Gou Ge to back us up! The individual groups and Longshan will go straight ahead!"
Therefore, at this moment, from the perspective of the disciples of Piao Miao Xian Zong, the "massacre" that was originally going smoothly suddenly changed its direction -
Those monks who obviously had very low cultivation and dismal strength suddenly took out some strange spiritual weapons or magic weapons. Those magic weapons looked weird, and most of them had a black metallic luster and were as thick as a human thigh!
Those Taiyin Sect monks who should have been crushed to death like ants, either fought back or resisted. Then, the "magic weapon" that made everyone feel uneasy began to frantically launch "Thunder Spirit Pills" that were condensed into small balls!
Those "Thunder Spirit Pills" were as big as hailstones and as dense as raindrops, smashing towards everyone one after another.
The cultivators with decent cultivation and quick reaction speed immediately gathered their spirits into shields and tried to resist, but because there were too many "Thunder Spirit Pills" and they were too dense, the disciples of Piaomiao Xianzong often could not hold on for more than a few breaths before being injured and falling down.
In an instant, hundreds of monks fell from the sky like scattered sand.
The monks with advanced cultivation had each used their own methods. Some ran fast and escaped in the blink of an eye. Some used their own magic weapons, hid in them, and then fled in all directions.
However, the situation was only one-sided at the beginning. Soon, there were several cultivators from Piaomiao Xianzong who had extraordinary cultivation. They formed a formation outside the range of the players' lightning rifles and rushed forward to attack.
Most of those magic arrays have their own "eggshells" and are from the same source as the mountain protection array. The power of the lightning rifle is not enough to break the shield in a short time.
I saw that the first few monks who broke into the front of the players and formed a formation worked together to use several spells. Suddenly, a lot of players disappeared out of thin air. There was a large group of even fifty people who evaporated on the spot. They all went into the small dark room to wait for resurrection!
"Will we be defeated?"
Zhao Qing, who found it difficult to convince himself to join the war and kill people, specifically grabbed the job of being in charge of logistics this time. During his busy schedule, he saw that scene and became a little worried, so he asked casually.
Unexpectedly, the Jade Emperor who was helping nearby did not speak. Instead, a strange yet somewhat familiar voice rang out:
"No, Piao Miao Jin Xian is dead, and Piao Miao Xian Sect now has no cultivators with cultivation that can be shown off!"
Zhao Qing looked in the direction of the voice and saw a very beautiful woman in palace dress standing beside her, smiling like a flower. When she saw Zhao Qing looking at her, she nodded with a smile as a greeting.
Zhao Qing only felt that this person looked familiar, but she was so beautiful that she was confused. She couldn't remember who he was for a moment, so she could only stammer and ask: "You, you are..."
"Oops, sorry, I forgot to put this on!"
The woman in palace dress seemed to take out a golden "note" made of spiritual power from her sleeve and "worn" it on her head.
In other words, she let it float above her head, and after it was positioned properly, she also held it up.
The "note" had three lines of words in total, all in simplified Chinese. From top to bottom, the three rows were "隗Ｃ容", "千芝仙人" and "Ｒｏｎｇｙ山神".
Seeing Zhao Qing's stunned expression, Wei Congrong smiled even more deeply, blinked deliberately, and said: "It seems that you remembered me! Sect Master Fang said that this method is very convenient for you Taiyin Sect disciples to identify us. I didn't expect it to be so useful!"
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