Yang Ting is the one who is most ecstatic on the Lingxiu Mountain.

Fenglin City, which was originally struggling to support, had such a huge number of gods as supplements, and instantly completed a counterattack. Yang Ting no longer had to send one or two gods to talk to Wanxing Pavilion to the point of complaining, nor did he have to worry about the harassment and attacks of the Wujiao tribe day and night. Even if Wutu Tutu was huddled in the fusion place, Yang Ting did not intend to let him go. As long as he thought of the disciples of Lingxiu Villa who fell in the hands of the demon cultivator, Yang Ting was full of anger and wanted to vent. Those disciples were all grown up by Yang Ting, how could they not have feelings?

After preparing, Yang Ting set up an army of 300,000 monks and headed straight to the temporary garrison of the Wujiao tribe, hoping to achieve his merits in one battle.

Nearly four thousand gods, ninety thousand immortal kings, and the rest are all ordinary saints who surrounded the Wujiao clan in a mighty way. Yang Ting was hanging at the top, with Qiongshan Linzhi and Mo Xiyao on his right, and his left hand was Feng Qingzi, Kong Deyi, Lu Ling and other disciples from Lingxiu Villa in Wanxing Pavilion were lined up behind. The power of the sky gathered together, and the wind and clouds were shaking. Under the crushing, the demon cultivators of the Wujiao clan at the level of the Demon Lord could not raise their fighting spirit at all. Even the old demon lord such as Uluo was also frightened and timid before the fight.

Yang Ting was full of energy and was able to lead nearly 4,000 gods and demons to fight. Such great achievements would be recorded in the history of the cultivation of the immortal world and were famous for a long time. He laughed to the sky and angrily scolded: "The demons of the Wujiao Clan, why don't you come out to die obediently!"

The eighty-one Tiandu Destruction Formation of the Wujiao tribe was mostly damaged in the previous battle. Now, they have only supported thirty-nine, less than half. As for the spiritual refining and demon transformation formation, there is no one, and I don’t know where they have received it. Obviously, after retreating from Fenglin City, Wu Tu and others have been prepared to lose completely.

Wu Tu looked at the nearly four thousand gods in the outer circle and was stunned. He couldn't figure it out: "Damn it, where did these god-level immortal cultivators emerge? Could it be that the gods in the entire fairy world have rushed over?"

There are more than just this number of gods in the immortal world? Although no one has ever counted the specific number, and it is impossible to count it, some monks have speculated that the gods in the entire immortal world will definitely exceed 50,000!

Uluo was also confused. He was an old man from the Wujiao tribe. He had participated in two wars of gods and demons. This was the third time. However, he had never encountered such a large army of immortal cultivators. Four thousand magical powers were smashed down at the same time. Not to mention the pioneers of the Wujiao tribe, even a demon emperor dared not stand it. The ants had too many chewing the death elephant, which was the reason. "This...this..." Uluo stuttered: "Young master, there must be something big that can change this war of gods and demons in Dayu! We should withdraw first and bring this important news back to make up for the young master's defeat!"

"Bastard!" Wu Tu angrily rebuked, "Isn't it the style of my Wujiao man my demeanor? Humph, although there are many gods, most of them are in the first realm. They must have adopted some radical methods to strongly improve the cultivator's realm at the expense of their future! Humph, our clan also has this method! Give the orders to activate the Tiandu God Destroying Formation and prepare to start a war!"

Wu Tu is still a bit advanced to the position of the young master of the Demon Realm clan. With a glance, he actually saw through the realm of many gods in the army of immortal cultivators. Unfortunately, he miscalculated that Liuwei Emperor Blood Pills are not just a side-minded path, but the right path for alchemy. Not only does it have no sequelae after taking them, it also helps the monks consolidate their cultivation and stabilize their realm. These newly advanced gods must have the power of a battle, not an empty stance. Wu Tu's desperate bets are destined to be useless.

"Boom boom boom!"

Thirty-nine pillars of light soared into the sky, and the Tiandu Destruction God Array was activated!

"It's stubborn!" Yang Ting shouted coldly: "My fellow Taoists in Dayu, it's time to earn military achievements again, kill me!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The 300,000 immortal cultivators roared in unison, and their momentum was astonishing.

In an instant, 300,000 immortals cultivated tens of thousands of immortal formations, with murderous auras everywhere, rushing towards the Wujiao Clan.

Yang Ting turned sideways to Feng Qingzi and said, "Wind God King, I'll leave this demon Uluo to you!"

Feng Qingzi and Uluo have fought each other once or twice. They don’t have the chance to distinguish between Xuanyuan and they can only restrain each other. Feng Qingzi said, “Don’t worry, Young Master Yang, I understand. Humph, with the help of our seven sons, I will definitely ask him to go but not return.” A large number of new gods pulled out of the mud, and they no longer had their main force to face the strangulation of the Wujiao clan, so they took a deep breath. In this way, Feng Qingzi arranged seven gods in the sect to form a Beidou formation to assist themselves and try to strangle Ulu.

In Lingxiu Mountain, there was an extremely high price for Uluo's head, and a head could be exchanged for a Liuwei Emperor Blood Pill! Now, the entry to exchange for Liuwei Emperor Blood Pill with 1,000 contribution value has been cancelled. Lingxiu Mountain said that the number of imperial pills is limited and there are few left. On the list of military achievements, the only exchange methods are against the will of heaven, and killing Uluo is one of them. In fact, these were all set up for large sects such as Wanxing Pavilion, and the Immortal Lord of the Cultivation will definitely not be able to complete any task. Therefore, Feng Qingzi is determined to win Uluo's head.

In the first wave of collision, the army of immortal cultivators defeated the three Tiandu God-Destroying Formations and killed more than a thousand demon cultivators.

Wu Tu's face was red and his ears were red. His magical powers surged out in a crazi manner, without regard for reservations. The Wujiao tribe had a very straightforward personality. To put it bluntly, it was because he was not smart and did not know how to adapt. It was almost impossible to let Wu Tu's noble young master escape at the last minute.

Uluo's situation was not much better than Utu. He fell into Feng Qingzi's trap, and his magic power was constantly eroded by the Beidou formation, and soon fell into a disadvantage. He looked at Utu who was crazy and was extremely anxious and roared: "Young Master, go quickly and return to the demon world!"

The two armies fought like two big millstones, constantly eroding each other's flesh and blood.

After a cup of tea, there were as many as 10,000 monks who fell here!

Half an hour later, the demon cultivators of the Wujiao clan were still resisting, and there were only a few left; there were only two Tiandu Destruction Formations that were still barely supported, and within one of them was Wutu! At this moment, even if he wanted to escape, he could not escape. It was too late to regret it. Seeing that the formation was shaking and the death was coming, Wutu was scared, so he screamed loudly and said, "No! You can't kill me! I am the young master of the Wujiao clan, and I am extremely noble. If you kill me, you will regret it!"

"snort!"

Yang Ting snorted coldly, jumped down from the clouds, preparing to kill him with his own hands.
Chapter completed!