Ancient fairy doctors in the city

Yangzong's monks passed through the space barrier unimpeded, and then boarded the battleship.

However, the monks of the Heixuan clan could not pass through that space barrier.

At the same time, Zhao Yang's mental strength also continued to attack, as long as there was someone who blocked the retreat of Yangzong monks, he would be targeted by Zhao Yang immediately.

After realizing this, the monks of the Heixuan clan stopped blocking them.

Soon the tens of billions of monks of Yangzong retreated under the barrier set by Zhao Yang like flowing water.

"Board the battleship, let's retreat." Zhao Yang said in a deep voice.

After the monks boarded the battleship, they retreated into the distance.

The Heixuan clan really wanted to pursue them, but seeing Zhao Yang standing behind them, they dared not pursue them.

Zhao Yang turned and left after seeing that the fleet under his command was far away.

"Treat the wounded and count the number of people." The patriarch of the Heixuan clan said with a gloomy face.

Let's talk about Zhao Yang.

They also began to assist the wounded after they had retreated far enough.

When the recovery was almost complete, Zhao Yang asked Tianxu and others to select soldiers from among the common people and incorporate them into the reserve and regular army.

"Young master, I think we need to expand the scale." Rising Sun said in a deep voice, "Otherwise, we will suffer a big loss when we face the Heixuan clan in the future."

"Yes, the regular army will expand to [-] million, and the reserve army will expand to one billion."

Zhao Yang thought about it and said.

The Heixuan clan suffered heavy injuries this time, so even though they knew the location of Yangzong, the Heixuan clan did not dare to act.

After Yang Zong's reorganization, he started the killing journey again.

They did not attack the core area of ​​the Heixuan clan, but cleared the obstacles on the periphery.

It didn't take long for the Heixuan clan to be unable to sit still, so they gathered an army of millions and collided with Zhao Yang's army again.

This time, the Heixuan clan dispatched two middle-stage taboos, twelve early-stage taboos, 48 ​​half-step taboos, and more than 200 god-emperor peak-levels.

Naturally, the Heixuan clan does not have so many masters, but there are many forces in the central region, and these forces are all related to the Heixuan clan.

Zhao Yang knew that this was a tricky battle when he saw the opponent's lineup.

"I'd like to see how you can win this time?" the patriarch of the Heixuan clan scolded Zhao Yang.

In order to deal with Zhao Yang this time, he woke up the old patriarch.

brush!

Zhao Yang's eyes narrowed when the powerhouses in the middle stage of the two taboos rushed towards Zhao Yang.

The vast spiritual power turned into a long whip of order, and slammed it towards the head of the Heixuan clan.

In one blow, his skin was ripped open, and his blood flowed freely.

The brilliance on his body became even more disillusioned, and it was obvious that he had suffered terrible injuries.

But at this moment, the old patriarch of the Heixuan clan, the other five existences in the early stage of the taboo, and the 36 half-steps moved towards Zhao Yang at the same time.

Zhao Yang's mental power gushed out, blocking those attacks one by one.

Then they were forcibly imprisoned in mid-air.

At this time, the patriarch of the Heixuan clan who had recovered a little also shot at Zhao Yang, and Zhao Yang had to share a part of his mental strength to imprison him as well.

At this moment, he felt great pressure.

"Military spirit." Zhao Yang summoned the army spirit, and the troops under his command stabilized the battle formation.

"You are doomed to fail." The old patriarch of the Heixuan clan looked at Zhao Yang coldly and said.

"Failure?" Zhao Yang sneered, "Isn't it too early to say failure?"

The battle is killing.

Zhao Yang's subordinates are brave and desperate.

But after all, they still couldn't stop the edge of the Heixuan clan.

In less than half a month, Yangzong lost tens of billions.

"Sovereign, we can't stop it." Tian Xu's face revealed a look of despair.

There is no hope in the fight so far.

"Can't stop it?" Zhao Yang said here that he communicated with the flame deep in his spiritual power.

When the flames diffused towards the surroundings with the spiritual power, the patriarch of the Heixuan clan was suddenly ignited.

he instantly turned into

He killed a Pyro, and fell within a few breaths.

"what's the situation?"

"how is this possible?"

"Why did the patriarch of the Heixuan clan fall?"

"How did he do it?"

Just when the two sides were in doubt, a strong man in the early stage of taboo was ignited again.

Then came the third one, the fourth one, the fifth one...

At this time, the hearts of those taboo powerhouses are all trembling.

Fortunately, Zhao Yang also seemed to have run out of cards, and his face became extremely pale.

"Surrender, that's not our Yangzong's style." Zhao Yang's voice resounded in the audience, "I'm with you." It exploded with a bang.

His mental power is like flowing water, enveloping towards the battlefield, and he is killing the god emperor peak, god emperor high level, and god emperor middle stage on the battlefield.

As long as these guys are killed, Yang Zong may turn defeat into victory.

After a while, Zhao Yang stopped.

His consumption is very large.

In this way, the two sides fought for another month. After the tens of billions of monks brought by the Heixuan clan were killed by Yangzong, and the more than 500 billion monks brought by Yangzong are now only a pitiful 3000 million. [-] million.

"You lost." Zhao Yang looked at the old patriarch of the Heixuan clan and said.

"Losing?" The old patriarch of the Heixuan clan sneered

He said, "There are as many as 4000 billion monks in our central region, and now we don't even count our injuries." Cultivators are all low-level and useless.

When he said this, he pointed to the tens of billions of monks who came from afar, "What are you fighting with us?"

"Sovereign, what should we do?" Tian Lan was covered in blood at this time, he fought fiercely with a taboo strong man, but neither side took advantage.

"Let's fight, we have been fighting until now, and we have no way out." Zhao Yang said after a long silence.

In fact, he didn't want to make such a decision, but in order to complete the mission of the mysterious girl, Zhao Yang had no choice.

"Fight to the death."

"Fight to the death."

"Fight to the death."

Tianlan and other experts shouted.

The two sides collided again, but Yang Zong's side soon collapsed.

Three days later, all the monks on Yangzong's side were killed except Zhao Yang.

"It looks like you won't last long, right?" the old patriarch of the Heixuan clan looked at Zhao Yang and said.

"Ever heard a word?"

"What?"

"If you keep the green hills, you don't have to worry about running out of firewood." After saying this, Zhao Yang tore apart the space and fled here.

The audience was in an uproar.

Can anyone tell me what's going on?

(End of this chapter)