A series of violent tremors suddenly came from the ground!
The twelve Rakshasa Ghouls' eyes glowed with a strange red light. Gray Qi billowed from their bodies as they stomped toward the human cultivators with heavy footsteps.
The six to seven hundred feet tall Rakshasa Ghouls lined up like twelve small mountains. The spiritual pressure they emanated caused all the Yin Qi in the vicinity to churn. The human cultivators, including Liu Ming, were all shaken to their core!
In the air behind the Rakshasa Ghouls, the middle-aged man in black glowed purple from the roulette in his hand. Strange black patterns began to appear on the purple-green bodies of the twelve Rakshasa Ghouls.
Immediately after, twelve pillars of dark purple light shot up from their bodies.
Whoosh!
All of the light pillars exploded one after another, and twelve gigantic, malevolent-looking beast phantoms emerged from within!
Each of the beasts looked exactly the same as the Rakshasa Ghouls below them, causing the Rakshasa Ghouls to emit a shocking aura that soared into the sky.
Then, a deafening roar of beasts rang out!
A series of purple pillars of light enveloped the giant beast projections flashed out, and they resonated with one another in the grey space before instantly transforming into a dark purple disk projection, with a massive purple arrowhead slowly rotating at the center of the disk.
The twelve beasts' shadows divided the surface of the compass into twelve equal parts!
"Be careful, this … this is the legendary Twelve Rakshasa Immortal Extermination Formation!"
The middle-aged man with the surname Wei shouted in shock. He waved his hand and cast a spell. The golden giant's body lit up and clasped its hands in front of its body. With a clang, the giant lightsaber in its hands suddenly doubled in size, almost as big as its body.
Kaboom!
The Celestial Work Sect's Mystic Venerable One puppet leaped and landed beside the golden giant. A black shadow flashed, and the Fiend Lizard also stood beside the golden giant.
"Leave the Twelve Rakshasas to us. The rest is up to you," the white-haired middle-aged man's voice came from the Mystic Venerable One puppet.
As soon as he finished speaking, the Twelve Rakshasas were already close. The large arrowhead in the middle of the dark purple compass above their heads flickered and suddenly stopped at the giant ape's shadow.
The giant monkey projection abruptly opened its mouth, and an incomparably thick dark golden pillar of light shot forth toward the three golden giants.
Before the dark golden light pillar could reach the three golden giants, it suddenly exploded and turned into countless dark golden light awls. The awls covered the sky and rushed toward the three golden giants like a storm.
At that moment, the sound of something tearing through the air resounded through the world. Wherever the countless dark golden awls of light passed, tiny cracks would appear in the space. It was clear that each awl of light contained great power.
The Mystique Venerable One puppet's khaki armor shone brightly. It arched its body and ignored the dark golden light awls shooting toward it as it charged toward the Twelve Rakshasas.
Clang!
The dark golden cone of light struck the Mystique Venerable Rank puppet's armor and immediately exploded. Apart from a few white marks, it did not affect the puppet at all.
The two giant blades in the Mystique Venerable One puppet's hands slashed horizontally in the shape of a cross. Two yellow blade gleams that were hundreds of meters long shot out.
Clang!
The two cross-shaped blade gleams slashed at one of the giant horse-faced Rakshasa ghosts in front of it, producing the sound of metal clashing.
The giant horse-faced Rakshasa ghost's body lit up with a layer of dark purple crystal light. The light pillars rising from the Twelve Rakshasas were connected to each other through the compass above them. The great power contained in the blade gleams was also distributed to all the giant Rakshasa ghosts.
The horse-faced Rakshasa took a few steps back and quickly steadied himself.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man with the surname Wei on the golden giant and the beautiful Demon Mystique Sect woman with the surname Qi on the Fiendish Lizard's head were both shocked. However, the next moment, the two of them attacked at the same time.
The golden giant raised the giant light sword in its hand high and slashed forward with a thick golden arc.
A half-moon scorching blade gleam surged out like a raging wave.
The pitch-black scales on the Fiendish Lizard's body expanded, and the red horn on its head gathered a large amount of magical power. Then, a dark red scorching lightning bolt shot out toward the Twelve Rakshasas.
Behind the Twelve Rakshasas, the black-robed Ghost Marshal wore a solemn expression. The wheel in its hand spun rapidly, and the needles on the purple compass above the Twelve Rakshasas spun rapidly. Beams of five-colored light shot out and collided with the golden blade gleam and the red lightning bolt.
Rumble!
A deafening rumble spread far and wide. Where the two magical powers collided violently, a huge crack appeared in the space. Under the impact of the magical powers, a huge storm seemed to engulf the surrounding fifty kilometers. Gradually, the golden giant, the giant Rakshasa ghosts, and the other giant figures were covered up.
From a distance, the sky was alternating between golden yellow and dark red. Thunderous booms rang out from time to time, and one or two beams of light would occasionally shoot out, either landing on the nearby ground or disappearing into the sky, immediately setting off monstrous tremors. As soon as the nearby mountains came into contact with them, they were instantly reduced to dust and disappeared. The ground nearby trembled violently, and craters with a radius of several hundred feet appeared one after another.
On the other side.
Both the Demon Army and the human cultivators had already fled toward the plains in the north before the battle began. They were afraid that they would be caught up in a battle between Mystic Insight cultivators. No matter how many lives they had, it wouldn't be enough.
When they were a hundred kilometers away from the battlefield, everyone came to a stop. Then, under the orders of their respective Celestial Phenomenon cultivators, the two sides clashed fiercely.
Close to ten thousand human cultivators and Demon Army cultivators clashed together. Light of various colors shot into the sky, shooting into the surroundings without restraint.
In the air, the old man with rosy nose and the other three Celestial Phenomenon cultivators were also fighting against the six Ghost Marshals.
For a time, the nearby space was filled with cold winds and black mist.
The cultivators of the three armies that had come with the trump cards of the various sects numbered less than a thousand in total. The cultivators stationed at Fort Peaceful Sky also numbered slightly more than a thousand.
In terms of numbers, the human cultivators were at a disadvantage. However, the Demon Army was much weaker in terms of magic tools and equipment. Moreover, the moment the chaotic battle broke out, the Demon Army had already been scattered, unable to form the military formations that they were good at. So, overall, the two sides were evenly matched.
In the midst of the chaotic battle, layers of black mist enveloped Liu Ming's body, condensing into the illusory images of dragons and tigers that danced around him. The Bitter Wheel Sword danced around him.
There were enemies everywhere in front of him, left, and right.
Whoosh!
A scarlet-haired, ferocious-fanged Demon Commander appeared out of nowhere. From its aura, it seemed to be at the early Jin Dan stage.
The crimson banner in its hand flashed, and a blood-red python shot out from it. It opened its bloody mouth and bit down at Liu Ming.
Liu Ming's expression turned cold. A tiger's roar came from the black mist around his body, and a black mist tiger that was over thirty meters tall leapt out, stopping the blood-red python in mid-air.
Then, with a shake of his body, his figure suddenly disappeared.
The scarlet-haired Demon Commander's expression suddenly changed. In the next moment, a black shadow flashed behind him, and a figure appeared like a ghost.
With a "whoosh", an arm wrapped in black mist pierced through the scarlet-haired Demon Commander's lower abdomen.
The scarlet-haired Demon Commander's face revealed a look of disbelief. The hand that had pierced through his abdomen flashed with a purple sword light, and his body was cut into several pieces, falling to the ground.
Liu Ming's hand emitted a black mist, which wrapped around the scarlet-haired Demon Commander's storage magic tool.
He had killed an Demon Commander in the blink of an eye, but there was not the slightest hint of happiness on his face.
Black shadows flashed around him, and three ferocious-looking cyan ghost soldiers pounced on him.
"Scorpion!"
Liu Ming's eyes flashed, and he patted the Soul-cultivating Bag on his waist. The foot-long Bone Scorpion flew out and landed on his shoulder in a flash.
With a "boom", a glaring golden light swept from the Scorpion's body to the surroundings. As soon as the three Demon Commanders came into contact with the golden light, their bodies were all wrapped in black mist, and they screamed in fear.
Liu Ming waved the sword in his hand, and the Bitter Wheel Sword flashed, and several purple sword lights shot out.
There were three consecutive screams, and the three Demon Commanders' bodies were cut in half.
"Scorpion, continue to use the golden light as a support," Liu Ming instructed quickly with his Divine Telekinesis.
"Yes, Master," Scorpion answered without hesitation.
Liu Ming's gaze swept around, and his figure flashed. He rushed in the direction where the ghosts were sparser, deliberately avoiding the Demon Commanders with high cultivation and the places where the ghosts were gathered.
With the help of the Scorpion's golden light, as well as the Bitter Wheel Sword and the Che Huan totem taking turns to attack, he forcefully cut a bloody path in the middle of the battle, and rushed to an inconspicuous corner of the battlefield.
Along the way, at least five or six Demon Commanders died at his hands, and the rest of the Demon Commandants and ordinary ghosts were countless.
At this point, Liu Ming heaved a sigh of relief. The Bitter Wheel Sword in his hand shone with a purple light, and with a blur, it turned into countless sword shadows that shot out in all directions.
A series of screams rang out. More than twenty ghosts in a hundred feet in front of him were swept away by him, and countless ghost corpses fell like rain.
At this moment, a green shadow suddenly flashed out from somewhere. It spat out a green light from its mouth, and all the spirits that escaped from the ghost corpses were swept by the light, and were directly absorbed by the green shadow.
Seeing this, Liu Ming's Bitter Wheel Sword left his hand, and countless sword lights flashed, and slashed at the green shadow.
Unexpectedly, the sword lights seemed to pierce the air, and passed through the green shadow's body.
"A ghost type ghost!"
Liu Ming's expression changed, and he sent a telepathic message to stop the Scorpion that was about to release the golden light. A green light flashed on his shoulder, and the shadow of the Che Huan totem appeared with a flash. A green light shot out, and wrapped around the green shadow.
The shadow let out a terrified cry, but was still swallowed by the Che Huan totem.
"How dare you slaughter my clan, and destroy my Separated Soul!"
An angry shout came from above, and an invisible wave swept over, and the surrounding ghosts and cultivators were all sent flying.
Liu Ming's expression changed, and he looked up. He saw a green-haired evil ghost in bone armor floating in the air above him, glaring angrily at him.
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