The tower shield infantry advanced forward, and most of the feather arrow attacks were blocked by the heavy shield. Yingyang tried to shoot two arrows and could only hit the heavy armor infantry behind him, so he gave up. His demonic power was limited, so he could not afford to waste it.

Seeing the opponent's reaction quickly, Su Mu began to accumulate strength on his dark night armor. A black circle appeared quietly under the siege crossbow.

The siege crossbow is frozen on the ground using water-based Taoist techniques. Once the black circle comes out, the ice surface will be dissolved. This cannot damage the siege crossbow, but when the siege crossbow is launched, the recoil is enough to destroy the support of the giant crossbow, and of course there is no accuracy.

When the monks saw this scene, they immediately cast spells to disperse the black circle.

On the other side of the corridor, twenty pastors gathered their concentration and recited the divine text, trying to stabilize the black circle.

This is a summoning spell that will summon the claws of the god of death and attack from the ground, which can damage the siege crossbow. The distance of 300 meters is too far, and twenty priests need to work together to slowly release this destructive and huge magic.

This magic technique itself is not used to attack enemies, but to destroy objects.

The enemy will not stand there stupidly and wait. Only in a closed environment can this magic trick effectively kill the enemy. The limit is so obvious and its power is quite huge.

If you want to dispel this magic, you have to put in more effort.

The ground was loose and the siege crossbow could not be fired. Su Mu frowned and said, "Jun Wuxie, how much talisman paper is on his body?"

"Not many, they are all golden talismans that can cut any armor."

"Is that shield OK?" Su Mu asked, pointing to the tower shield in the distance.

"It's certainly possible."

"Kill them." Su Mu's order was quite simple.

"Yes." Jun Wuxie took the order and looked back.

Su Mu said: "Arrowman, I will suppress the formation for you Wuxie."

Even the soldiers who were good at shooting in the Dark Night Double Dragon Army took off their bows and arrows. Jun Wuxie gritted his teeth and walked into the passage. The Xuanbing in this passage would not slow down his speed. This is a formation that can distinguish between enemies and us.

With a long sword in one hand and a hand, he had already taken the paper talisman from the leather bag beside him. Jun Wuxie released his murderous aura and stared at the end of the corridor with his eyes tightly. There was a powerful enemy magician over there.

When you reach the peak of foundation building, you can still escape when you meet a Jindan stage. If you meet a group of people, you will be dead.

I hope the other party will not be so stupid. A magician with the Golden Pill Realm will not attack the city and come to the tower to make trouble. Jun Wuxie suddenly accelerated his feet, and dozens of feather arrows were already passing by above his head, drawing an arc, and heading straight for the soldiers behind the tower shield.

At this time, the tenth floor of the Battle Tower had changed its appearance.

The space on the tenth floor is originally large, without any room, surrounded by six doors, leading to the lower floors. Now, in the center of the tenth floor, there is a yellow rock-carved chair, and Su Jing is sitting on it. Behind him are one hundred Jia Lan soldiers, and monks of the Jindan realm such as Wu Nian, sitting on the ground on both sides.

Everyone formed a fan shape, with three-dimensional phantoms in the middle, which was the scene on the fourteenth floor below the Buddhist war tower.

"If the battle tower is complete, the first layer of stone statues will not only be the case. When the enemy breaks through the second layer, the stone statues on this layer will be resurrected instantly and then attacked from front to back." Wu Nian's remains said.

"So, are these stone statues still useful now?"

"In one hour, you can almost resume your actions." Wu Nian said.

"Then stop them for a while. Jun Wuxie can deal with those guys who have big shields. You can summon something. Relying on those hundreds of people, you can't stand the other party's rush."

Wu Nian nodded and said, "It has been sent over, it is the evil ghost in the underworld."

Jun Wuxie could have released the talisman from a distance, at least his realm was still very sure of being twenty feet away. But this time he went there, he wanted to kill a few more enemies.

These people in the Kingdom of Evil God were really disgusting. The armor on their bodies squirmed, looking like half-decayed bugs. Moreover, whether it was the soldiers or magicians, there was a breath in their bodies that made Jun Wuxie hate.

The dead energy was hundreds of feet away, which made Jun Wuxie's stomach surging, and it needed to use true qi to suppress it.

cut!

After rushing within ten feet, the paper talisman in Jun Wuxie's hand was released like flowing water, and golden lights crisscrossed. The tower shield that blessed the magic of death was cut open like tofu in front of the golden light.

In this passage, the magic of death was suppressed so much, and Jun Wuxie's realm was also the peak of foundation building, and he was looking for a person who wanted the golden elixir. It was easier for him to release the golden talisman at such a close distance than to drink water.

The paper talisman cuts through the tower shield, and the black aura of death inside gushes out, but falls down. Wu Nian activates the formation, and the air conditioner in the corridor directly freezes the black aura and falls to the ground, turning into something like white frost.

Jun Wuxie was overjoyed. The dozen or so paper talismans remaining in his hand were connected together and turned into a golden chain, spinning around his body, rushing towards the soldier holding a tower shield.

In a blink of an eye, Jun Wuxie had broken through the interception of the tower shield infantry, and the golden chain gradually dimmed. After he dealt with the tower shield soldiers, he completely disappeared. There were hundreds of armored infantry in front of him. With the blessing of magic, each of them had the innate realm of combat power, and three had even reached the foundation-building realm.

Jun Wuxie is a person who is used to fighting alone. When he is a casual cultivator, he usually runs away with a large number of opponents, so he doesn't have the courage he has today.

"This kid must have been a slap." Inujuro watched the game from behind, without any pressure, teasing Jun Wuxie.

"Inujuro, you don't have to feel sour. If I let you go, will you disobey?" Su Mu asked.

Inujuro's face was not red, and he said calmly: "Miss, if you let me rush forward, I will never retreat even if I lose my head."

"I lost my head and died in the same place and could not retreat." Ying Yang reminded him.

The monks laughed secretly, and the depressed atmosphere was wiped out.

"Okay, Inujuro, then you go and pick up Jun Wuxie. He is about to fall into it." As Su Mu spoke, Jun Wuxie was indeed surrounded by heavy forces. The long sword in his hand rotated left and right. With one knife, it often only shook the enemy's weapons. The speed of his sword swing was indeed fast, but dozens of arms were handed forward around him. It was really hard to beat four hands with two fists.

Jun Wuxie roared angrily, and the armor on his body released a strong golden light, blinding the eyes of dozens of demon soldiers.

Taking advantage of this moment, Jun Wuxie's long sword rolled up like a wheel, and the man also flipped back in a mess, and in a blink of an eye he killed him again. He rushed too deep just now, and it was already quite dangerous.

Jun Wuxie could feel the attack range of the other party's priest. He had entered a dangerous area, but he didn't know why, so the other party would not take action.

After rushing forward without ten feet, Jun Wuxie felt a pain behind his back.

The attack was silent, the armor was not damaged at all, and the true qi in his body disappeared in an instant.

Cursed attacks!

In the Eastern Qin Empire, there are not many cursed Taoist attacks, because if the curse fails, the backlash power will be quite terrifying, dozens of times the attack of its own curse, and it will be returned to the curse caster.

If the strength is above the enemy, why curse it? If the strength is below the enemy, if you cannot completely succeed, you will have to withstand the backlash.

The enemy's curse on himself was 100% successful, and he was at least a person with a level of two or more of the Golden Pill!

Jun Wuxie suffered a severe injury, his steps slowed down, and the demon soldiers behind him were only ten feet away. Their steps were slower...

Whoosh!

A short sword flew over, Jun Wuxie shook his body and struggled forward. The sword was thrust hard on his back, blocked by the two dragon armors of the night, and the bullet fell to the ground.

But the impact was extremely strong, and Jun Wuxie fell to the ground immediately.

The martial arts of the casual cultivator have extremely strong explosive power, but usually the transition between offense and defense is much worse than that of the disciples of the major sect. He forcibly broke out of the siege, and the price was quite high. The priest discovered the flaw and was able to succeed with a curse.

Jun Wuxie felt his heart beating slower and slower, almost stopping.

My consciousness was also a little blurred, and an illusion appeared in front of me. It was when I was a teenager, I met a sloppy Taoist, carrying a large vermilion gourd, drinking and eating barbecue in the dilapidated temple.

What was you talking about at that time?

Immortals, do you have the way to become an immortal?

No.

“I want to learn.”

"I said it did not!"

"If you don't teach me, I will set fire to the temple!"

"How could you become a disciple like this!"

Later, how did he learn Taoism? I can't remember it. Jun Wuxie's eyes were blurred, as if he saw the sloppy Taoist pushing the Buddha statue in the ruined temple, finding a scripture from below and giving it to him.

"If you can understand it, you can come to me within ten years."

After ten years, I was so appraisal at that time. What happened later? Later, I really couldn't remember it.

Jun Wuxie's arms twitched, trying to get up. A golden light fell on him, and the eagle lit up. He flew into the air and rushed into Jun Wuxie's back. He held a bow and arrow in his hand, and the shoes on his feet popped up an iron hook, grabbed Jun Wuxie's feet, and the short bow in his hand shot wildly.

Inujuro also rushed up, and behind him were twenty monk soldiers.

"I'm cursed..." Jun Wuxie said five words to Yingyang before he was completely unconscious. The demon soldier rushed forward, and Inujuro's golden hammer smashed, and the entire corridor was filled with his hammer wind.

Bang bang! Bang...

One by one, the demon soldiers were knocked out by him. Even if they were not dead, the armor would sink and embed his body. The monk soldiers' hands were full of heavy weapons such as the demon-subduing pestle. After suffering losses with swords, the old monk Wunian refined this thing for the monk soldiers. He infused the Buddha's power and did not feel heavy when wielded.

Inujuro hit the targets and flew upwards. The monk soldier's demon-subduing pestle followed and smashed his head.

Inujuro was slaughtering, and he looked up suddenly and saw the end of the corridor. A priest looked at him, and his hands were shaped by a spell to guide him.
Chapter completed!