Soul Eater Book

On Tianwu's side, monks were already standing on the winding and majestic city wall. The perennial battlefields had already made these monks no longer fear war. He turned his head, took out the magic weapon, talisman, and elixir from the storage bag, and placed them one by one in the small bag on his waist for easy access.

Like this kind of huge war, a moment of palm can be fatal, and although the opening of the storage bag only requires a little spiritual consciousness, for these monks who are used to war, this little spiritual consciousness is also a must. kind of waste.

And just behind the city wall, the tens of thousands of huge beams of light that went straight to the sky suddenly became more dazzling. The loud noise was caused by the trembling of the light curtains. Above the beams of light, some innocent souls were suddenly swallowed screaming. A large piece of light fell straight down, and in this dim battlefield, it was dazzling like stars.

As the light fell, the huge light curtain in front of the city wall suddenly became dazzling, and even gave people a feeling of being alive!

"Is it finally starting?" Chen Zhi narrowed his eyes slightly, and with a flash of lightning under his feet, he disappeared into the quiet cultivation room.

At this time, in the tower in the center of the city wall, several Nascent Soul cultivators stood calmly, and several Nascent Soul quadruple monks talked and laughed happily. For most monks, the battlefield is the best place to break through the bottleneck!

Compared with the monks of Tianwu, at this time, some monks in the middle of the city wall stared wide-eyed, tremblingly looking at the black clouds in the distance, listening to the uniform footsteps, feeling the approach of death.

At this time, even the monks of the Sin Demon Palace who usually kill Yingye, kept silent and opened their mouths wide to look at the terrifying black cloud.

Some timid monks couldn't even hold the magic weapon firmly.

"Hey, Mu Lingzi, can they do it?" Lei Yinzi turned his head, showing an extremely ugly smile on his face.

Mu Lingzi was still calm, with the same rigid appearance, but his gaze was always fixed on the approaching black cloud not far away, and after a long time, he said lightly: "This time, there is no one to look at them. .”,

"Then what do you mean...",

"Let them feel the breath of the battlefield." Before Mu Lingzi could speak, a voice suddenly sounded in everyone's ears, and the whole team was in a commotion. The young man in Zong's long robe had appeared beside Mu Lingzi at some point!

"Chen Zhi!",

The team throbbed for a while, but soon returned to calm. Chen Zhi established a terrifying image in this team early on. Although only the first batch of monks in this team had seen Chen Zhi, Chen Zhi Everything they did was passed on by word of mouth, and people who followed soon knew that their leader was an out-and-out tyrant!

But at this time, with the appearance of the tyrant, all the monks in the team subconsciously felt that fear gradually calmed down.

Chen Zhi put his hands behind his back, stood up straight, with a faint smile on his mouth, and looked at the billowing black clouds in front of him as if there was nothing. Brother Ying arched his hands, his eyes lingered on Yaoyan'er and Yunmeng for a while, then quickly retracted, turned around, and continued to speak: "This time, you don't need to show anything, just stay here honestly Look, look at this war!" Chen Zhi turned his head, opened his arms suddenly, took a deep \1 breath, and said with a smile: "Feel it well, this is the breath of war, this is the breath of death!"

Chapter 4 Eleven Shaking the Demon Gong and the Blood Evil Banner

"This madman"

Yao Yan'er looked at Chen Zhi, curled her lips, but when she turned around, she found Yun Meng was staring at her with a strange face, and she couldn't help but blush.

"I just think it's his first time on the battlefield, so he must be putting on a show."

Yunmeng took a deep look at Yaoyan'er, and then looked at Chen Zhi not far away, but there was a hint of complexity in that cold gaze: "It must be that he can have such a superb cultivation level when he is less than two hundred years old. Having been through a lot of life-and-death battles, it’s no surprise that he’s doing that.”

Yan'er replied with a guilty conscience, and secretly looked at Chen Zhi, as if she wanted to firmly imprint the figure with the arms outstretched into her mind.

It is definitely not only Yao Yaner and Chen Zhi who are paying attention to Chen Zhi, even most of the Tianwu Yuanying monks are staring at Chen Zhi.

As for Chen Zhi's words, he didn't deliberately suppress them. They echoed throughout the battlefield, and many Heavenly Martial cultivators turned their heads away with strange expressions on their faces.

It's no wonder they looked so good. After all, the performance of the group of monks who came to the aid of the Vast Sea Realm was really unbearable. Although there were only 70 to [-] monks in this group, although the number was small, this group of monks were all Golden Core monks!

And most of them are Jindan fifth-level monks. It can be said that the monks who are rushing to help are so powerful, allowing the monks in the Tianwu Xiuxian world to see the essence of the Zhongqian world.

But soon, as the war approached, the performance of the monks in the vast sea immediately calmed down the mind of the monks in Tianwu. Break through on the battlefield, but turn into a soft-legged shrimp once on the battlefield!"

When saying this, those Tianwu monks completely forgot that their performance on the battlefield for the first time was not much better than this group of guys. "".

However, Chen Zhi didn't care about this. The quality of monks in Hanhai lies there. What these guys lack is experience.

"Wood Lingzi."

"Subordinates are here."

Mu Lingzi bowed and saluted, still looking so blank.

"Let them stay here and watch. No one can retreat from the city wall without my order. Anyone who disobeys the order will be killed!"

With an order, everyone in the team fell silent. Chen Zhi glanced away, but didn't continue to say anything. He stepped lightly, and with a flash of lightning, he had already appeared on the city wall.

"Fellow Daoist Chen has finally caught up with this first wave of offensive. I don't know how the result of this retreat is, fellow Daoist?" Seeing Chen Zhi's arrival, Ancestor Mo Yan greeted him first, and asked with a smile.

"Fellow Daoist Demon Flame is just joking. He has only retreated for a month. What can he achieve?"

Chen Zhi smiled slightly, took it lightly, and exchanged greetings with a kind of Nascent Soul cultivator one by one, then turned his head and looked down at the black cloud not far away.

As the black clouds approached, the originally dark sky at the front line instantly turned into night, and as they approached the city wall, in the black clouds, the sound of golden drums and bronze drums rolled over, and the murderous atmosphere was overwhelming!

On the other hand, the Tianwu sects are also very familiar with this, most of the monks kept silent, only the long sound of bells and horns resounded through the entire frontline dog camp.

The battlefield, after all, is not an arena for monks to fight duels. The competition is no longer a single monk's cultivation. Battle formation, unity, and courage are the most important factors in the battlefield. In this huge battlefield, monks must fight to survive. , and even think that secular mortal wars are generally prohibited.

Besides that, the most important point is momentum!

"boom!"

There was a loud noise that shook the sky suddenly, and the black cloud in front of him suddenly opened slowly, like a giant eagle spreading its wings, and slammed fiercely against the city wall with vigor.

As the black cloud dissipated, Chen Zhi's eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes filled with spiritual power, and he saw a group of demon corpses rushing towards the bottom of the black cloud carrying all kinds of wood and stone pillars, and even started to build a huge high platform , These demon corpses are already powerful, without fatigue, within less than a cup of tea time, they built a strange high platform with a height of hundreds of feet under the black cloud. Soon, several monks descended from the black cloud and landed on the high platform On top of that, even though they were far apart, Chen Zhi could still recognize these monks from the Nascent Soul monks from the Corpse Demon Palace from the mana fluctuations on them.

However, after these monks fell down, they immediately took out a bunch of things from the storage bag and began to put them together, Chen Zhi couldn't help showing suspicion.

"What are they doing?"

Chen Zhi turned his head, only to realize that Yunmeng had appeared beside him at some time, and behind Yunmeng, Yaoyan'er followed closely, as if he didn't know him at all.

"Shake the Heaven Demon Gong." Yunmeng's cold voice was as vast as clouds and smoke, making people feel refreshed.

"This is"…"

"This Shaking Demon Gong is a treasure of the corpse demon old man. It is said that it is the treasure inherited in the Corpse Demon Palace. Although it is only an imitation of the spirit weapon, its power is higher than that of ordinary spirit weapons. Although this magic gong It is not very effective in a single battle, but on this battlefield, it is a rare treasure. The potential of the demon corpse."

A monk of the Spiritual Beast Sect explained that there was a strong sense of fear in his words. After he finished speaking, he couldn't help but smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect that the Heaven Shaking Demon Gong would be dispatched as soon as the battle started, and the corpse demon old man would be willing!"

"Oh, is there any restriction on this magic gong?" Chen Zhi raised his eyebrows.

"If this magic gong wants to be activated, it must be sacrificed to a golden core monk who has practiced the technique of the Corpse Devil Palace." The old man Moyan said solemnly.Chen Zhi was taken aback when he heard this, and he noticed that there seemed to be other meanings in the words of Mo Yan's ancestor.

But soon, he knew, as the magic gong was lowered, he saw a few Nascent Soul monks pressing a monk in the costume of the Corpse Devil Hall onto the high platform. Looking from a distance, this monk seemed to be extremely resistant. Struggling frantically.

"This is one of the monks from various factions who took refuge in the Corpse Demon Palace.

Yunmeng's cold voice sounded again, but there was an extra chill in that voice.

For the traitors who took refuge in the Corpse Demon Palace, the Tianwu sects would naturally not have any mercy, but the Corpse Demon Palace's action was tantamount to slapping the Tianwu sects in the face naked!

But the other side didn't seem to have any intention of covering up. As the Golden Core cultivator was pushed onto the high platform, a Nascent Soul cultivator from the Corpse Demon Palace soon came up to meet him. The Golden Core cultivator's mind, and the Golden Core cultivator trembled all over, and stopped struggling. His demeanor clearly showed that a mind-controlling spell had been cast, and he obediently approached the Heaven Shaking Demon Gong.

At the same time, the thundering drum suddenly sounded in the magic cloud. This drum sound was slightly different from before. In the drum sound, there was even a trace of howling ghosts and wolves. It didn't stop, but intensified.