Wushuang City seemed to be facing a great enemy for a moment, and some huge figures rushed out of several major urban management personnel, and they enveloped the city. However, when they saw the white elephant clearly, someone sighed.

Bloody shadows appeared above the barbarians, and they couldn't see clearly. There were only outlines. One of them vibrated and roared: "I'll give it back to you..."

Wushuang City opened, and a team of cavalry rode away on war beasts.

A moment later, the white elephant was sent back to the city, and the top leaders of the Wood Clan appeared. They checked the white elephant's body, but finally shook their heads and retreated.

Countless monks surrounded the white elephant and whispered from time to time.

Mu Ming and others came to Wushuang City and looked at the huge white elephant. There were huge holes in its limbs, and the blood was released. Its head was broken, and someone took away its soul. There was also a huge hole in its abdomen. Its origin was shattered.

A monster appears, infusing its origin, forming a series of strange phenomena, and the lotus is born in the void, but the lotus is broken.

Some monks entered their own cultivation and tried to treat them, but in the end they failed.

The snake slowly leaned over, with the light of the soul on its forehead, and countless runes flew out. Wood name was also taking action, and the alchemy fire spread out, and the white elephant was spreading, but in the end they all shook their heads.

The little monk began to pass, and the sound of Buddha sounds made people feel sad.

Many monks were silent, and some took the lead and bowed silently to the white elephant.

Bai Xiang is a spy, hiding among the barbarians, but unfortunately, after being revealed, she was executed directly and died miserably.

The Lord of Wushuang City came to Bai Xiang and personally performed the method to save the dead soul of Bai Xiang.

The white elephant's body began to feather, and a little crystal light penetrated into the ground. It was its remaining original power and began to nourish the earth.

The body also began to melt, turning into countless runes and sank into the ground.

This is how the life of a monster comes from heaven and earth, and in the end, it also returns to heaven and earth.

"Kill ten people!" The Lord of Wushuang City made a voice, extremely cold.

Mu Ming and others did not leave, but were quietly in place.

No one spoke, and his heart was a little heavy.

A monster died as soon as he said he was dead. He did not imagine that Hong was as vigorous as he thought, but was killed by the barbarians like grass, but the few people felt respect in their hearts.

No matter what the purpose of this war is, Bai Xiang finally fulfilled her mission and used her most precious life.

At this time, a strong fluctuation suddenly broke out in Wushuang City, filled with murderous aura.

There was even a roar, but soon, the city's ban was opened and condensed into beams of light that pierced into some directions.

Thunder exploded in the sky, and blood-colored clouds appeared, soaking the sky!

Ten huge monsters appeared, and they manifested themselves as their bodies. At the same time, they flew out of Wushuang City and threw several behemoths and the corpses of monks towards the barbarian area.

The corpses fell in front of the barbarian camp, and suddenly, the barbarians exploded.

Countless monks in Wushuang City began to gather, and these were all elites. The gates of Wushuang City opened wide, and these monks began to drive towards the barbarians like a tide. After walking about ten miles, they slowly stopped.

The Lord of Wushuang City was in charge of Wushuang City and waved his hand: "The monks in the city can be allowed to climb the city to watch the battle!"

Many monks began to come to the top of the city. The city pass was very tall, so they could see the arrangements of the barbarians at a glance.

The camps were connected into one by one, and countless animal-skin tents were built up, connecting them into one, about ten thousand miles away. From this, it can be judged that there are at least one million barbarian monks!

Mu Ming and his friends came to the city gate and saw a scene in the distance, and were shocked.

The barbarian army had a wave of thousands of barbarian soldiers coming towards Wushuang City. The drums were beating, the horns were ringing, and the soldiers were shouting.

Several huge corpses of monsters were transported back, and barbarian warriors were paying tribute. Countless runes flashed, which were curses, and they all gathered in this time!

"Kill one of our clans, destroy ten of you, kill ten of our clans, kill ten thousand of our clans, destroy ten thousand of your clans!"

The Lord of Wushuang spoke coldly, his voice resounded like a bell, and it resounded throughout the earth! Those resentment turned into invisible and shook the blood-colored clouds in the distance. The blood-colored figures immediately took action to isolate this fluctuation.

"So brave! I've learned it! My clans, take those cavalry-levels!"

Opposite, a huge figure appeared, a pair of red eyes like two huge blood-colored lanterns, looking at the knight parked not far away, like looking at the dead!

"Roar!" The group of barbarian warriors roared in unison, and the war monsters under them became even more violent!

A cavalry leader on Wushuang City had no extra words, but just raised the black spear in his hand and killed it first. The knight behind him didn't say anything, but just followed his pace.

The war exploded in an instant, the giant beast roared, the sword had no eyes, the blood was drifting like rain, the remaining limbs flew high, the broken sword pieces flew, and the life disappeared and dim.

Nearly 20,000 monks began to fight in a big melee, and their personal supernatural powers appeared insignificant, just like waves in the sea, which were annihilated in an instant.

Countless artistic conceptions emerged, shattered into light rain, countless distractions appeared, all of which were suppressed by secret forces, and the guardian blood rain dissipated.

Runes are like rain, forming formations, countless swords and weapons appear, and the Taoist divine chains are entangled, bringing up cold light, and the harvester lives.

Qi and blood were like rainbows, forming large millstones, crushing the life ahead. For a moment, the sky and the earth were dark, and giant beasts became blood mud.

There was a loud drum sound in the barbarian tribe, and some warriors rushed out of the camp and wanted to join the war, but Dou Ebi killed the war; countless monks on Wushuang City shouted, and the monks' eyes were red, and some monks even wanted to fly out, but they were all blocked by a ban.

This is the first confrontation between Wushuang City and the barbarian tribe. The barbarians sent a white elephant monster, while Wushuang City killed a barbarian spy, but it did not quell the secret struggle between the two sides, so the first battle, or war!

Mu Ming first saw Dongsheng and the barbarians confrontation. For a moment, a stream of qi and blood were burning in his body, and the blood in his body was different from before. He was no longer calm, but had to blend into the blood color in the distance.

The war stopped. After half an hour of fighting, the barbarians were defeated, but the monks from Wushuang City did not pursue them, and they suffered a lot of losses.

The area where they were confronting, the earth fell, and an undercurrent emerged, but it was cut off. The ground was wet, and it was impossible to tell whether it was blood or river water. There was only a piece of blood, which hurt people's eyes!

Ferocious beasts were roaring, some were devouring enemy corpses, while others kept licking their wounds and then retreated silently.

The Wushuang City Gate opened again, and all the monks were cheering, but after seeing the returned warrior, the cheer stopped.

Countless monks broke their hands and feet, each of them had wounds on their bodies. There was no joy of victory in their eyes, some were just a sense of indifference, the murderous intent in their eyes had not yet receded, and some had tears in their eyes, but none of them made a sound. This was a silent knight, a blood-stained knight.

The Lord of Wushuang City bowed respectfully to them, but they accepted it and then bowed slightly.

Countless monks lowered their heads and bowed respectfully, and the warriors also bowed their heads silently to return the salute!

An alchemist appeared and began to heal them.

Mu Ming and Demon Vine were silent. They looked at each other. Mu Ming looked at several monsters, and they nodded.

Wood name started to arrange a large array, but without saying much, he threw out the top-quality crystal stones, and several monsters fell in some special positions, which were nodes.

The wood name and the magic vine are separated, and the pattern of Yin and Yang fish flew out of the wood name's body. The origin of the magic vine disperses and turns into its body. Vines fill the large array arranged by the wood name, forming a silk-like link. And it enters the eyes of the Yin fish, and the wood name falls into the eyes of the Yang fish.

The alchemists around were shocked, because at this time, a huge earthquake appeared at their feet for several miles. They felt a strong vitality appear, and black and white flames appeared, but did not threaten them, but instead made them feel the breath of yin and yang.

"This is Danfeng's art of creation!"

Someone shouted: "But it's different from those senior brothers!"

Seeing this, the knights respectfully bowed, and countless monks began to fade into the formation of the warriors, making room for the warriors.

Some alchemists also entered and healed some people, but they found that their power did not play much, and in the end they all left.

The alchemists of the Wood Clan watched this scene and watched intently, while some looked at Mu Ming, with their eyes flashing.

Mu Lingzhi was in the crowd, with runes blooming in his eyes, but finally shook his head.

The Lord of Wushuang City whispered: "Is this the disciple?"

A blue bird flew over and nodded, "It's them, they should be their junior brothers, and they can't compare with those people!"

"Enough!" said the Lord of Wushuang City: "Let's take them back to see me!

The blue bird nodded and respectfully watched the Wushuang City Lord disappear here.

The little monk chanted the scriptures softly, and for the soldiers who were placed aside, some of the soldiers' bodies began to feather. This was their choice, and some were invisible marks flying out of their bodies, and the black gas in their bodies dissipated, and their unwillingness was also relieved.

"Amitabha, all sentient beings suffer!" The young monk finally chanted the Buddha's name softly, and then remained silent.

Countless monks also worshiped, and some people opened the altar to comfort the heroes of the deceased.
Chapter completed!