"Dragon Elephant Attainment … …"
His mind was dazed as he murmured.
"If this really is their plan, then they definitely have a follow-up plan," Gongsun Cha continued. Gongsun Cha continued. His voice was cold, like ice being struck. His limpid eyes were filled with murderousness. "A person with the spirit to set up such a scheme definitely wouldn't just want a small victory like this."
They were both in the stage of soul planting, but there was an enormous difference between normal yao and combat yao. This would not be evident in one on one battles, but in a group battle, it would be evident. Even a local corps needed at least five years of training before they could form a basic combat capability.
Now, Cang Ze had heard that the yao army had been defeated by the xiuzhe.
Light continuously flashed on his hand. Zuo Mo was careful.
When it completely appeared in front of everyone, inhales sounded in the camp again.
Wei Sheng's black eyes flashed with sword essence, his face black. When he had accompanied Lin Qian and the others back to the sword cave, he had felt it was strange. Lin Qian's guards were all strong. With such power, why didn't they defend Sky Moon Jie? It seemed like they were giving Sky Moon Jie to the yao army.
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In the previous battles, the yao army had been smooth sailing. The xiuzhe hadn't just retreated from Bloody Sky Metropolis Jie, they had lost several jie. But looking at it now, the xiuzhe's energy had not been damaged. What they had lost were just the lowest level sects. The true elites had not been harmed at all.
The vice commander said respectfully, "Three thousand years ago, we were defeated. In order to stop the attacks of the xiuzhe, the four jie masters sacrificed their lives, with seven intermediate jie as the axis, and forty nine little jie as the screen. It was called Bloody Sky Metropolis Jie. "
Comparing the two, he finally understood. Strong anger and disgust instantly filled his chest. The sword essence inside his body felt it and roiled restlessly, wanting to burst out of his body.
Lan said with some emotion, "Yes, it is made from the flesh and blood of our ancestors. I hope it can protect us and return safely."
The yao finally remembered that the xiuzhe had occupied Bloody Sky Metropolis Jie for three thousand years. Three thousand years. Even if Bloody Sky Metropolis Jie was not suited for xiuzhe to fight, that place would be as familiar to them as their own backyard.
"We are bait."
When the front lines were unstoppable, the mood at the back had been very relaxed. However, when the news of defeat came, the mood at the back suddenly became heavy.
So there were strong xiuzhe … …
After a long time, he came back to his senses.
Lan was cautious by nature. His fighting style was steady and he rarely made mistakes.
The weak performance of the xiuzhe at the beginning was unusually eye-catching under this great victory.
He looked in Zong Ru's direction. He was first shocked and then had a joyful expression. But very quickly, this trace of joy was quickly swallowed by a thick haze. His face turned gloomy, and he called everyone to his tent.
"This subordinate was overthinking things." The adjutant quickly replied.
Using the realms of several realms and countless sects as bait … this was too crazy!
Exhaustion showed on the faces of every yao soldier. They had received orders. In order to reach Bloody Sky Metropolis Jie as quickly as possible, they had used almost all their power.
Thinking about it, he had spent enough time in the Ten Finger Prison today. His consciousness swept over the spiritual imprint and found that Cang Ze and Nan Yue were both there. He sprinted towards the Wasteland Beast Chessboard.
He didn't believe it but he knew that Cang Ze and Nan Yue would not lie to him.
Such a powerful demon army was actually defeated? And he was defeated in front of his home?
The atmosphere in the camp was oppressive, and everyone's complexion was terrible. The news that Zuo Mo brought from the Ten Finger Prison was filled with shock. Everyone was silent.
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A boundless authority was like an invisible wave of air that struck everyone's minds.
As the commander of the Ice Frost Corps, Lan was in his prime, but twenty years ago, he had become a gold battle general. The experience of leading an army for twenty years caused him to show signs of a breakthrough. As one of the leaders of the Water Clan in his prime, his future was widely thought highly of.
After hearing Cang Ze's words, Zuo Mo was dumbstruck. There was only shock inside.
When he heard that the total number of casualties was twelve thousand, Zuo Mo didn't know what to say.
No one doubted Gongsun Cha's speculation.
But he couldn't help but have a strange feeling.
Even more, the Fierce Fire Corps was a regular corps directly under the Council of Elders.
Zuo Mo who had been silent all this time suddenly raised his face as though nothing had happened. He gave a bright smile. "Everyone, cultivate! If they really did it, ha, there will naturally be a chance to slowly settle things with them. "
Such a dazzling victory was enough to completely upend Zuo Mo's image of those large sects being weak. He suddenly realized that the resources of those large sects might not be as he had imagined.
"The other definitely has a backup plan." Lan shook his head. "The destruction of the Fierce Fire Corps was not a coincidence. The destruction of a corps is at least a mid-sized battle. If they did not gather enough power, the other would not be able to completely destroy the Fierce Fire Corps. "
The grey mist in the sky continuously shrank towards the center. The giant's figure continuously shrank and became clearer.
"Do you know the origins of Bloody Sky Metropolis Jie?" Lan asked.
The four words were like lightning that tore apart his mind.
"General, we are about to enter Bloody Sky Metropolis Jie."
Kun Lun ruled all of Kun Lun Realm. Each sect needed to pay taxes to Kun Lun. A portion of their income would flow to Kun Lun, become jingshi, materials, used for the cultivation of Kun Lun disciples, and for Kun Lun's daily expenses.
He had originally planned on using the prison battlefield to practice his yao arts. Seeing that he had no clue, Zuo Mo did not waste time.
Cang Ze told the news of the defeat at the front lines in a low voice. Nan Yue also had a worried expression. They lived in the yao world. If the yao army was defeated, their lives would only become worse. They finally saw hope in their lives. If the yao world became turbulent, and the nest was overturned, would there be unharmed eggs?
Yan Shang Daren's Fierce Fire Corps was famed for their bravery. They had been completely defeated. Then how much power did the enemy put in?
The Council of Elders had sent him to put out the fire in hopes that he could quickly stabilize the situation and prevent defeat.
"Faster, faster!"
The vice commander couldn't help but have a worried expression. He had followed the commander for many years, and Daren almost never spoke without thinking.
The pitiful Mo Ru Huo was also an important person, but because his entire body was red, Zuo Mo affectionately called him Little Red Red. If he heard this nickname, he would definitely go crazy.
His first reaction was, how was it possible?
When the news of the defeat at the front lines passed to the rear, the entire jie was shocked. This was the first defeat that the Demon Race had suffered since the start of the war. The losses they suffered were far more severe than anyone could have imagined.
When Zuo Mo returned to the camp, Zong Ru's core formation was almost finished.
Zuo Mo dejectedly returned to the camp.
The yao had lost this battle, but those that had died were all combat yao above the spirit planting stage.
As long as he did not trigger the prison-breaking battle, it was easy for him to pass.
The difference between the two was like the difference between heaven and earth.
It seemed that he would have to go find Little Red Red some other time.
Zuo Mo's pupils suddenly widened. His body froze where he stood. A chill shot up his spine.
The vice commander sternly responded, "Yes!"
The eyes of the other xiuzhe that came out of Little Mountain Jie were completely red. In the hell-like Little Mountain Jie, less than one in ten xiuzhe had survived. No one felt it more deeply than them. Every one of them had climbed out of a pile of corpses.
Looking at the enormous being in the sky, Yi Zheng's face was as white as paper, his eyes unfocused as he unconsciously murmured.
An extremely strange giant floated in the air. Twenty zhang tall, it was like a little mountain. It had three heads that faced in three directions. Each face had a different expression. Some were glaring angrily, some were smiling, some were closing their eyes in thought. The six arms were either forming seals, or their hands were coming together.
Lan was silent as he stared at the blood mist that stretched as far as the eye could see. The troops continuously flashed past him and entered the blood mist. The vice commander silently stood beside him and did not make a sound to disturb him.
No one had thought that the counterattack of the xiuzhe would be so fierce and sharp. It was fine if they didn't attack, but when they did, it was like lightning.
Showing weakness to the enemy?
"What is it?" Zuo Mo asked curiously, "What happened?"
Was it … … was it … …
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Zuo Mo shook his head. It still didn't work. He tried to recall the feeling that he had caught with the [Tactile Knowledge Hand] that day. He seemed to have comprehended something, but he could not say what it was. He knew that this was because his comprehension was not deep enough. That kind of indistinct comprehension needed more accumulation.
But … …
If it really was like that, then the person who planned this plan was a madman! An out-and-out lunatic!
Killing intent flowed inside the tent, the atmosphere extremely oppressive.
The vice commander said in shock, "Is Daren not optimistic about our mission?"
"Everyone, speed up! We need to reach the defense line in eighty four hours! "
"It is good to be cautious." Lan thought for a moment and then suddenly raised his head. A light flashed through his eyes. "Order! Everyone speed up! We need to reach the defense line in twenty four hours. "
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Pia, the light disappeared.
When Zuo Mo found Cang Ze and Nan Yue, he found the two were unhappy, their faces filled with worry.
His expression kept changing.
He had personally seen the strength of the yao army. In Sky Moon Jie, in Little Mountain Jie, when had the xiuzhe not been defeated? When those large sects heard that the yao army was coming, they retreated like stray dogs back to Bright Wave Jie. After that, Zuo Mo lost all confidence in Kun Lun. Even the present Vermillion Bird Camp and Guard Camp probably could not compare to the elite yao army in Zuo Mo's eyes.
Gongsun Cha narrowed his eyes, his finger lightly swiping across his face. His bashful and bashful face was covered in frost.
Noticing the vice commander's expression, Lan smiled and said, "Don't be nervous. We just have to be extra careful. "
"Damn it!" Xie Shan bellowed, his eyes spitting fire, his face twisted.
He quickly obtained the qualifications to enter the third prison.
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