Immortal Space

  Chapter 351 Heavy loss

   Seeing the powerful poisonous bees released by Wang Hong and the reinforcements of the flying boats, the already desperate monks were immediately refreshed.

   After the flying boat approached, he informed everyone that Wen Lan had gathered thousands of fleeing monks, and they were still behind, rushing this way.

   These more than 10,000 poisonous bees are equivalent to thousands of helpers out of thin air. Coupled with the help of the caravan, their situation finally eased.

  Of course they are all Foundation Establishment cultivators. After all, the number is still too small. Facing the siege of tens of thousands of monsters, they are already in a hurry.

   What's more, among these tens of thousands of monsters, there are still a large number of second-tier monsters, which are even more difficult to deal with.

  Feng Chang is being besieged by three Tier 2 monsters at the moment, and there are two corpses lying beside him.

   It was the old man who followed him to kill and seize treasures. He survived these decades, but he didn't expect to die here today.

  His eyes are wandering now, while facing the siege of three monsters, his heart is wandering.

  The treasure-hunting monks around him are having a hard time coping at this moment, because there are too many monsters.

  Although Wang Hong's poisonous bee restrained some first-tier monsters, there were still many second-tier monsters that they couldn't deal with.

  He just saw Yuan Jin being caught by several monsters and torn into five big pieces.

  He felt that if he continued, he might die in the battle. In the short time just now, more than a dozen of their treasure-hunting monks had died.

  He doesn't want to die here, he wants to find a chance to escape.

  His eyes turned to the fifty Foundation Establishment monks led by Wang Hongluo Zhongjie, his eyes were full of envy and fear.

  These fifty people are grouped together and cooperate with each other tacitly.

   Ten of them joined together with spirit shields to take charge of the defense, forming an unbreakable layer of defense like a tortoise shell above the fifty people.

   There are ten more people, each offering a long rope spiritual weapon, this kind of long rope is very practical for restraining monsters or binding monsters.

  The remaining 30 people each had a flying sword, and sacrificed at the same time, attacking the enemy at the same time, all the monsters were cut into several pieces in the direction of the flying sword, and none of them could block it.

  The existence of Luo Zhongjie's fifty people is the reason why he has not escaped.

  He was afraid that the moment he ran away, he would be torn to pieces by thirty flying swords.

  At the same time, these fifty people also gave him the hope of defeating the monster.

  Feng Chang was still at war with heaven and man in his heart, entangled in whether to escape or not to escape.

  A huge black shadow flew past him, and the strong wind blowing made his robe rattle.

  After the black shadow flew by, two of the three monsters that had besieged him were missing. At this moment, these two monsters were being caught by their two claws, struggling to the death.

  Feng Chang straightened his mind and decided not to run away. His running speed was definitely not as fast as this big bird. At that time, it is very likely that he will be caught in the claws.

   At this moment, a group of monks came quickly from a distance, and it was the qi training monks who were left behind, who finally rushed to the battlefield at this moment.

  With the joining of these thousands of people, the situation of everyone has finally improved, and they can barely kill the monsters evenly.

  In the process of chasing and killing Bai Yikui, Wen Lan found that many fleeing monks hadn't had time to go far.

   It was not easy to find Bai Yikui among the many monks. Fortunately, under the guidance of a female nun who established the foundation, he found Bai Yikui in a relatively hidden cave.

  After Wen Lan beheaded Bai Yikui, he arranged for the flying boat to return early to help in the battle.

  He took twenty foundation-building monks, carried Bai Yikui's head, and wandered around, calling the fleeing monks back to join the battle.

  He carried Bai Yikui's head everywhere he went, speaking with emotion and moving with reason. Most of the monks still knew the truth and were willing to return to join the war.

  There were only a very small number of diehards who were unwilling to cooperate, and Wen Lan had no choice but to behead them.

   This led to more and more heads being carried by the twenty of them.

   Fortunately, the monks I met later were more sensible. Sometimes, before they even spoke, the other party would take the initiative to say that they would go back to join the war.

   This made Wen Lan feel that most of the monks in the world of cultivating immortals are still good, and they all have their hearts in the world of cultivating immortals.

  When Wen Lan led four or five thousand people to the battlefield, there were already corpses strewn across the battlefield, including human beings and monks.

  People and monsters stepped on the corpses and continued to fight.

   "Everyone joins the battle immediately, and anyone who hesitates to fight or flees will be killed without mercy!"

  Wen Lan's imperial weapon was lifted into the air, stringing the heads of the people who had been beheaded before, and hanging them on a big tree.

  Following Wen Lan shouting loudly, the four or five thousand people brought by him all rushed into the battlefield.

   It turned out that some monks who had two intentions and intended to escape saw the long string of heads, and immediately withdrew some careless thoughts that they shouldn't have. They could only fight for their lives on the battlefield.

  In addition, Wen Lan himself brought 20 people, and all of them joined the battle at this moment, and the human monks finally began to gain the upper hand.

  The battle lasted for a whole day, 30,000 to 40,000 of the 50,000 monsters were beheaded, and the rest of the monsters saw that they were invincible and fled in all directions.

  After the great battle, Wang Hong looked at the corpses all over the ground with mixed emotions in his heart.

  In this battle, there were about 10,000 human monks participating in the battle, of which nearly 200 were foundation-building monks.

  After this fierce battle, nearly 8,000 people were killed by the Qi training monks, and more than 50 people were killed by the Foundation Establishment monks.

  The foundation-building monks under Wang Hong cooperated with each other and fought together, and they all had a certain level of physical training, so they had strong vitality.

   Only two people were seriously injured and almost died on the spot. Fortunately, they took the chalcedony pill in time to save their lives.

  The eighty Qi training monks under him did not have such good luck.

  During the battle, the defensive shield on the flying boat was broken by the monster, and the monster rushed onto the flying boat. Thirty people died on the spot, and fifteen people were seriously injured and rescued.

   This is also because his men are well-trained and well-equipped.

  As for the commanders stationed in the various strongholds, except for one who did not come to join the battle, only Fu Li and Feng Chang are left.

  The four strongholds participating in the war suffered huge losses, and the follow-up defense has become a problem, and now there are still more than ten days before the one-month deadline.

   If there is another wave of beasts like this, it will be impossible to defend against.

   Judging from the current situation, there will definitely be such a beast tide in the future, and even a larger-scale beast tide, it is not impossible.

  Thinking of this, Wang Hong wished he could capture Bai Yikui and kill him a few more times.

   Against a group of monsters of the same size, although their last battle was also difficult, they arranged in advance and used the city wall for defense.

  In the last battle, only more than 2,000 qi training monks died, and only three foundation building monks died.

   There were nearly 10,000 people in the stronghold here, and more than 100 foundation-building monks. It should be easier, but more than half of the manpower was lost.

   "Boss, the loot has been packed, what should we do next?"

  Wang Hongzheng was thinking about it, Luo Zhongjie came over and asked.