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The huge stone pillars between the two mountains slowly fell down, blocking the only passage, but they were too huge, so they were like a mountain falling from the sky, connecting the two mountains.

Dark clouds appeared in the sky, and thunder shone between them, as if pulling them together, but in fact it was the impact of clouds.

Many monks recite scriptures on the ground, and they began to pray that it was the call of the soul. Mountain gods led the power of the soul into nothingness, as if they were communicating with the heaven and the earth, and the heaven and the earth were suddenly extremely depressed.

This is a practice, begging for heavy rain to fall from the sky! Just as in the past, the tribes prayed for rain, and the witch tribes were mostly dry land. This practice is very common, but it is extremely rare to gather on such a large scale to beg for rain to fall from God.

Although the Mubianyuan is a plain, it is driven by high in the north and low in the south, and the salt and stone part is located in the south.

The closer the land of the Witch tribe is to the north, the more barren it is, and the further south it is the place where the big tribes occupy it.

However, such a terrain does not have a total advantage, but it is like this moment.

Bai Ling was walking on the earth like a ghost, the wind whistling, blew her dress and blew. Her face was looming under the veil, and her hair was flying.

However, her pupils were cold, like a goddess with different personalities. Everything was indifferent, making people feel chilled.

The ground beneath her feet roared, intermittently, appearing as she moved her steps.

But when she walked somewhere and stopped, the roar began to become rhythmic, like a drum roar, or like a heartbeat.

The lips under the veil of Bai Ling unfolded, and an ancient chant appeared. It was the language of the White Witch Clan and a spell. Every word and action comply with a certain rule, as if it was the dark side of the world.

Black water flowed out from the ground, and runes flew out of the water flow and fell into Bai Ling's body.

The monks around avoided it because the water flow carried an extremely cold breath, and the divine treasures spread out into the sky, leading the monks into the air.

Hundreds of monks appeared on the heavy tribe, almost all monks who were on the table. They stood in different directions of the plain, and formed seals at the same time, their bodies bloomed with infinite light, and their auras were connected, as if they were building a large array.

An old turtle was floating in the air, surrounded by yellow ripples, like a vast ocean, spreading for more than ten miles in an instant. Moreover, it used its magic image, and the shadow of the body and snake tail condensed behind it. It was the Xuanwu Dharma image, which was the ancestor of all turtles.

The ground trembled violently, and thick earth walls stood up from the ground and kept rising.

The monks on the heavy clan began to pull out their divine power and blood and merge into the old turtle's body. The ripples outside the old turtle were even more intense, covering hundreds of miles, which was almost the limit of this plain.

At this moment, the earthen walls began to slowly spread towards the surroundings, bordering other earthen walls.

After a while, a magical power built on the plain appeared on the plain like a city wall. The earth wall formed a huge circle, surrounding the plain outside the Shimen Pass.

The earth wall is very high, about ten feet and thick, about twenty feet. At this time, the Chong tribe and the others fell on the earth wall and meditated silently, but their breath was connected to the earth wall.

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A violent roar came, and a cloud flew in the distance, almost occupying the entire sky. There was lightning and thunder, and a black dragon phantom shuttled back and forth between the clouds. The clouds began to rain, and it was like a spring breeze and drizzle, but in an instant, with a muffled thunder, it was like a waterfall being grabbed high and fell on the ground. The heavy rain flooded the entire plain.

The children of the Snow Clan appeared one after another. They stood on a huge giant sword and began to recite some kind of mantra. In the world, snow flew in the sky and earth, and snowflakes mixed in the water flow and disappeared in an instant, but the amount of water increased.

Countless monks who were good at driving the power of water also used their own methods to gather water vapor. For a moment, the entire earth turned into a swamp.

The children of the flower clan drive their magical powers, and pieces of magical powers bloom in the air. Countless thunder and fire collided, and the essence exploded and merged into the clouds, pulling more essence.

There are many such monks. Any monk who does not have the power of water releases their magical powers. The magical powers explode and produce thunder and fire, which intensifies the temperature of the void in various parts of the plain, triggers the flow of virtual air, and thus leads the clouds in the distance to fly in and finally precipitate.

Xue Limeng slowly flew into the air, watching hundreds of miles of areas being shrouded in various strange changes, she smiled, but this smile flew in a flash, and her body was shining with divine light. Clusters appeared behind her, and these clones sat cross-legged in the void, each forming a strange seal, while her original voice softly made a Taoist sound, and the world began to resonate.

Thunders exploded in the sky, but when it fell, it turned into endless water-attributed aura.

Her clone began to squirm and changed into lotus petals, each clone showed a color.

The lotus petals slowly approached, and there was a mysterious power flowing between each other. Finally, a huge lotus with nine lotus petals was imprinted in the void.

At this time, the earth began to explode, and water columns soared into the sky, and streams of water flew out from the earth thousands of miles away, turning into drops of crystal water columns falling into lotus petals.

Xue Limeng's body shook, and she sat cross-legged in the center that had turned into a huge lotus. The lotus closed gently to cover her up.

However, more water flows were suppressed by the divine passage and turned into water droplets and pulled by the lotus petals.

This scene is extremely strange, like a lotus growing in the void, being subjected to wind and rain from all directions, and all these wind and rain are like dew that lotus wants to absorb, because the lotus is growing and getting bigger and bigger.

On the ground, a Luo horse was running, which was too huge, a hundred feet tall.

Countless energy surged into it, and the Luoma swallowed and spitted white mist, and every breath was a heavy rain. The power of the totem was derived, and the totem had incredible power, just like a creature.

Yin Mingxin meditated silently at Luo Ma's forehead, but his energy and spirit were already integrated with Luo Ma.

The moment Luoma appeared, almost all the Baofeng tribes felt a call, which was not their qi, blood, or spirit, but an invisible mind power, just like sacrifices and prayers, but without any power.

They couldn't help calling this totem in their hearts. A horse-shaped totem appeared above each of them. Their aura was rising step by step. Almost all the Baofeng tribes felt an invincible idea of ​​fighting, and they shouted and vented their fighting spirit.

Finally, Luoma plunged into the mountain range and disappeared, but there were roars in the mountain range.

In the hall, feeling a little trembling, Mu Ming had already stood up, and the alchemy tripod was becoming more and more mysterious, and finally turned into a black light and penetrated into Mu Ming's body.

Chongyue opened her eyes and her breath was full, her spirit was round, and her strong earth power was filled with her. Her injuries completely improved. A ball of black flames floated in her hands, with murderous intent in her eyes.

Her palm shook slightly, and the flame turned into smoke and dust to dissipate.

"Thank you!" Chongyue nodded slightly, his eyes becoming a little gentle, as if he was looking at a junior.

Chongze bowed and said nothing, but his eyes changed a lot when he looked at Mu Ming.

A faint smell of blood spread, and the wind blowing from the hole was mixed with this smell.

"This is a last resort. We must send elite monks from other city gates to buy time here."

Chongyue said, then disappeared.

But Chongze spoke, "The head of the Xue clan, the Li clan and the Song clan should be without any obstacles, and most of the people killed were monks, so sir, don't worry!"

Mu Ming nodded, "I hope so, where is the place under this stone gate?"

Chongze said: "It is a stone city, a prosperous place. There are many monks in the city, but there are more ordinary people. At this time, it is probably difficult to separate the war."

The lone wolf brought the elite Xue clans to appear in Zishi City as fast as possible. There were also Fox Qingcheng, Gu Yue, Huang Lao Monster, and elite troops sent by the two tribes.

"It's still the beginning..." Lone Wolf stopped and said to the patriarch of Li clan.

Both of them looked back and looked into the distance, where there was blurry, and there was a fog covering the place. Many mountain gods did things that were chaotic, and the Salt and Stone Tribe could not detect what was there.

"This is also a miscalculation of the Salt and Stone Department. I thought that sending a state of unity would inevitably be invincible. I didn't expect it to be like this!"

The head of the Li clan had a strong evil spirit. He held an iron sword in his hand, and the sword body was covered with blood.

"So quickly fight and decide!" Hu Qingcheng said coldly, his body flashed and disappeared, but a large number of foreign monks fell down.

The two of them looked at each other and no longer delayed. They quickly disappeared here, with only the bodies discarded at will.

These were all reinforcements from Shicheng. I originally thought that Shimen Pass could withstand it, but the Shicheng City Lord was alert and sent tens of thousands of monks to reinforce. However, the journey between the two places was not too far, but the army would not move too fast, and it would take three or four hours.

The situation was also unexpected. Shimen Pass was conquered and all the guards were killed. The monks here in Shicheng had no way to know the changes.

But at this moment, he encountered Lone Wolf and others. The leading monk was killed instantly, and the army was immediately defeated. The two tribes did not let go, almost chasing and beating, and they must kill these people when they fled back to the city.

The Yanshi tribes live in the inner city and the outer city. Most of the outer city live in ordinary people, while the inner city live in monks, which is also for the convenience of management.

The two cities are circular in shape, and the outer city tightly wraps the inner city, which is also to guard the inner city.

There are 30,000 monks in the outer city to guard it. It can be said that the entire salt stone department is like a copper wall, but the lord of the outer city looked worried at this time and his eyebrows were tightly locked.

His eyelids twitched, and he looked at a piece of talisman paper in his hand, his eyes slightly fluctuated.

This talisman paper came from the escaped cultivator of the Reich Realm. The monk hurriedly used blood to escape from the general here, covered in blood, and could not even speak. He threw down only one talisman paper and launched the blood escape to escape again.

"Shimen Pass is lost! Send troops to condemn generals quickly!" This is the content of the talisman paper, with sloppy handwriting, and even a few words that are extremely blurred, all of which are stained with blood. The talisman paper is ragged and cannot withstand the power of the blood.

"How is it possible..." This was his inner voice, but he didn't say it out. At this time, the talisman paper began to gradually disappear and turned into ashes and fell.

There was an old man next to him who kept issuing instructions to the generals around him, but it was all about the guards of the stone city, but the old man always felt something was wrong.

"Master... something is wrong!" When all the guards were ordered to leave, the old man expressed his thoughts.

The city lord came to his senses, "Yes, those ten thousand guards are afraid they will go but never return!"

The old man sighed softly, and had expected this ending in his heart.

"Have you ever felt something wrong?" the old man said again, feeling more and more uneasy.

The city lord looked into the distance. Although it was too far apart, he still saw the hazy place in Shimenguan, and there was also a glow shining from time to time.

"Old Jia, I have a bad premonition. Maybe I think it is impossible, but... you should arrange it and let the monks in the city's divine realm take as much as possible to enter the divine treasures in the space... I always feel that a storm is coming!"

Old Jia was stunned and immediately understood something. The worries in his heart seemed to have been answered, but he became more and more worried. He couldn't help but say, "Master, how much can this... be stored? Even if the storage bag is used together, it cannot guarantee that so many people will die after a long time of breathing..."

The city lord said, "Do your best! If you send a message to the inner city, you will say that Shimen Pass may flood our tribe!"

An hour later, a young man in the inner city of Yanshibu looked at the contents on an animal skin and showed a chuckling look.

"Is Shi Lu crazy? Shimen Pass is dry land, so how can there be flood? He is afraid of sending troops. Well, I have no intention of taking him when he comes. How can the credit be separated? Even if Shimen Pass is taken away, I can easily get it back. My father didn't listen to my advice and insisted on letting a canvass go to guard the city, and watch me go to seize the pass!"

A young man looked at several generals behind him, with a high expression of vigor.

"A real man is born in the world and cannot do nothing. You guys, please follow me to seize the city, seize the stone gate, and kill the cultivators of the two clans!"

Several generals clasped their fists together and bowed, "I wish to go!" They were very excited in their words.

"Set out!" The young man was wearing armor and was full of divine light. Shun set out first, and the generals followed him. A general looked at the paper discarded by the young man and couldn't help but say: "Young clan leader, although what Shi Lu said was absurd, but the young clan leader abandoned this secret document and refused to send it, which would probably be criticized!"

The young man paused and felt it was reasonable, so he said, "Then I will send it in one hour. Since my father sent me as the pioneer, I cannot lose his face. My father is old and prone to suspicion. Although Shi Lu made a mistake and was sent to defend the city, he was very trusted by his father. If he sent it at this time, his father would definitely make us stagnate."

When the other generals heard this, they immediately understood the profound meaning. Most of these were young generals and were eager to make contributions, so they would not be too troublesome. The general said, "I understand, I know how to do it!"

The young man nodded lightly and stepped out, slowly walking towards the army of cultivators. His aura radiated, the wind and clouds swept, and the world was full of lotus flowers. His cultivation level was actually the state of return!

An hour later, in the inner city of Yanshimen, a middle-aged man looked at the message that the young man had discarded before, and his face suddenly turned pale.

A monk knelt on the ground in fear, vomiting blood in his mouth, his face turned pale, and he could not stand the pressure of the middle-aged man. He was the messenger, and the middle-aged man knew everything the moment he saw the letter.

"My son..."

An old man appeared, and his runes were entangled outside his body, and his aura seemed to be different from a monk. He was the Holy Ancestor and the Totem!
Chapter completed!