380: C380 Huo Family Army

C380 Huo Family Army

He couldn't blame Xuan Wuyu's men for making a mistake this time.

Only a Soul Formation expert could open up a spatial zone. No one could see anything unusual about it.

Besides, the scouts had put all their attention on the movement of Devil Clan in Blackhot City. Who would pay attention to the situation in the sky?

Furthermore, with Huo Zhangfeng's cultivation base, he had never noticed anything unusual before. Therefore, it was even more impossible for the rest of them to notice it.

This could only be said that the Devil Clan was too cunning, and it was impossible to guard against them.

Roar!

Following Mang Hsing's command, the 450 thousand soldiers of the Devil Clan roared and charged toward the human cultivators. Devil Qi was rolling in the air and the momentum was astonishing.

"Set up the Boundless Formation, we'll fight while retreating!" Huo Zhangfeng shouted decisively.

At the moment, they could not allow the soldiers to run around like headless flies. Otherwise, once their morale was thrown into chaos, they would truly become the prey of Devil Clan.

When the army heard his words, they immediately formed a formation and leaned against each other. They slowly retreated and killed the first thousand soldiers of Devil Clan.

"It's useless. Huo Zhangfeng, even if you don't die today, I will let you watch. All of your men have died here!" Mang Hsing laughed loudly, "Bring out your armor and break their formation!"

All the Devil Clan made way for him. A hundred-meter tall crystal armor flew out from the middle. Under the stimulation of the spiritual Qi of tens of thousands behind him, it flew towards the crowd.

At the front of the armor were dozens of sharp and sharp pillars. If they were pierced, they would die without a doubt.

Huo Zhangfeng's facial expression changed. He was about to destroy the armor, but Mang Hsing stopped him.

With a loud bang, the armor went straight to the center of the human cultivators. Hundreds of people exploded and died. Thousands of people were injured because of this.

The armor of the Devil Clan was finally destroyed by the explosion.

After this heavy blow, the grand formation was completely broken. The army of the Devil Clan had already scattered all the human cultivators.

"Retreat!" Huo Zhangfeng shouted coldly, "Don't panic. Where is Huo Family's army?!"

"Here!" 8,000 men with belts on their wrists shouted.

"Cover the rear!" Huo Zhangfeng's words were simple and powerful.

He was entangled by Mang Hsing and could not help the disciples escape. So now, he could only rely on this army.

"Yes, my lord!" The eight thousand cultivators shouted in unison. They stopped running and turned around to kill the Devil Clan, giving the others time to escape.

These eight thousand warriors were all Spiritual Infant Stage warriors. They formed a human wall and blocked the attack of the Devil Clan.

Huo Family's army was the direct line of Huo Zhangfeng's army. There were a total of fifty thousand of them.

This time, they came to the Southern Land to fight against the Devil Clan. They had brought ten thousand men with them. In the previous battles, two thousand of them had died.

Huo Family Army's warriors all had high cultivation, and the rules of the army were strict. They were famous.

Just like now, even if they knew that staying behind to cover the retreat was likely to lead to death, no one hesitated, and no one disobeyed the order. They immediately carried out the order.

Roar!

One! One of the Huo Family soldiers had his neck broken by the Devil Clan, and blood spurted out from his mouth. However, he still used his last bit of strength to stab the sword into the body of the Devil Clan.

In an instant, more than half of the eight thousand warriors had died. Blood and flesh flew everywhere.

The war was originally a huge meat grinder, and it was slowly operating.

Even though Huo Zhangfeng had experienced so many such scenes, he still couldn't help but feel a slight heartache.

These soldiers were carefully selected by him. All of them were tigers in the army. After several decades of training, they finally became a troop of tigers and wolves.

It could be said that he had put a lot of effort into every Huo soldier.

Now, in order to give more people a chance to survive, the Huo army had to stand out.

He forced himself to calm down, because he couldn't lose his footing now.

The Devil Clan's operation this time really caught him by surprise. The most important thing right now was how to reduce the losses and let more disciples survive.

Bang!

A heavily injured Huo Family soldier's eyes turned ruthless. With the last bit of strength he had, he instantly teleported to the center of the Devil Clan and self-destructed!

With a loud bang, dozens of Devil Clan soldiers lost their lives, and even more people were injured.

Out of the eight thousand Huo Family soldiers, only a thousand remained. Their bodies were covered in blood, but their eyes were still cold and filled with killing intent.

At the last moment of the battle, there were many comrades waiting below the Nine Underworlds. There was no need to fear them.

"Kill!"

The remaining members of the Huo Family Army roared as they raised their swords and slashed forward.

However, in the next moment, the bodies of these 1,000 people disappeared.

The hearts of the Devil Clan's people turned cold. They looked at each other, and a common thought appeared in their minds.

"They are going to self-destruct!"

A thousand Huo Family soldiers used teleportation techniques at the same time and self-destructed in the army of the Devil Clan!

The powerful shock wave caused by the self-destruction directly exploded the nearby Devil Clan. The surrounding Devil Clan were also affected and were sent flying.

The explosion of these thousand men had taken the lives of tens of thousands of Devil Clan warriors, and had even injured tens of thousands of them.

Huo Zhangfeng saw this scene and gritted his teeth.

He had been cultivating for thousands of years, and had experienced countless storms and waves.

After becoming a Great Minister of War in Daxuan Country and experiencing hundreds of wars, his heart should have been as firm as steel.

However, when he saw this scene, he still felt a sharp pain in his heart.

They were the best warriors, and it was a worthwhile death to die on the battlefield.

However, watching the soldiers that he had raised with one hand explode and die in front of him was a feeling that no one else could understand.

"Huo Zhangfeng, how is it? Are you sad to see your own weapon die one by one?" Mang Hsing sneered.

"I have 8,000 warriors, and I have killed 40,000 of your disciples. I have also injured tens of thousands of them. That is enough!" Huo Zhangfeng narrowed his eyes. "Mang Hsing, you should know what the consequences of angering me are."

"I really want to see." Mang Hsing kept waving the sword in his hand.

Swoosh!

The golden spear in Huo Zhangfeng's hand flew away from him. In midair, it turned into a person who looked exactly like him!

The man who transformed into the golden spear swept towards the Devil Clan who was chasing after the human cultivators.

A three thousand meter long sword light was unleashed, killing nearly a thousand Devil Clan cultivators.

The illusory Huo Zhangfeng moved quickly, killing all twenty thousand Devil Clan warriors at the front, buying precious time for the retreating disciples.

"Yuan Shen is using the Artifact Spirit to control the weapon!" Mang Hsing shouted, "Huo Zhangfeng, you are ruthless enough to sacrifice hundreds of years of your cultivation. If that was the case, it would be impossible for you to reach the Soul Formation stage five hundred years earlier. Is it worth it to let these useless things live? "

" This is the difference between you and me. " Huo Zhangfeng said coldly. He kept striking out huge palm seals at Mang Hsing.

At this moment, Lin Yue's eyes told Lee Luo to retreat with Ning'er and the others while he stayed behind to cover the retreat.

He saw the tragic scene of Huo Family's army. He also saw the scene of Huo Zhangfeng's spear transforming and killing the Devil Clan.

This spear's incarnation was not a clone, but was controlled by Huo Zhangfeng using his primordial spirit to transform into an Artifact Spirit.

Weapons were divided into ordinary weapons, magical weapons, treasured weapons, spirit tools and divine tools, Ghost Artifact, soul weapons, and Tao Artifact.

Weapons below the Ghost Artifact did not have Artifact Spirit.

Generally speaking, there were two ways to use an Artifact Spirit, but it had to be at the level of a Ghost Artifact or above.

The first was that after holding a weapon for a long time, it would automatically produce an Artifact Spirit. This was extremely rare, unless it was a soul item or even a weapon of a higher level.

The second way was to seal the primordial spirit and use it as an Artifact Spirit.

For example, one could go out and kill spirit beasts and seal their primordial spirit into a weapon.

Now, Huo Zhangfeng had directly used his Yuan Shen as a long spear. Naturally, the power of the Artifact Spirit was huge, but the consumption was also huge.

The Yuan Shen that flew out of the Nascent Infant was a huge loss to his main body.

Furthermore, the battle just now was caused by Huo Zhangfeng using his Yuan Shen to control the spear, which would consume a huge amount of Yuan Shen.

"A bunch of useless fools. His Yuan Shen's power is limited. Let's temporarily avoid them, let's hurry up and hunt them down!" Mang Hsing shouted in the sky.

At this moment, Lin Yue was fighting as he retreated. He had seen all of this.

Currently, the strength of his Yuan Shen was still far from reaching the level of being able to control objects.

Swoosh!

He flew across a mountain range and arrived in the forest. This way, he could get rid of the Devil Clan's pursuit. After all, he was too conspicuous in the sky.

After that, he furrowed his brows slightly because Bo Wenjun had also appeared behind him.

Lin Yue blinked his eyes and flew even faster. In the blink of an eye, he had already traveled hundreds of miles.

"Lin Fellow Taoist, you are quite fast."

A voice sounded beside Lin Yue. Immediately, a sword Qi surrounded him.

"Bo Wenjun, what are you doing?!" Lin Yue's forehead sparkled. Thirteen long swords of spiritual energy shot out and shattered the sword Qi.

"You have some skills." Bo Wenjun's body appeared in front of Lin Yue, "No wonder the chief protector wanted your life. You really do have some skills. If you enter the Void Breaking Stage, it will be difficult to kill you."

"Chief Guardian?" Lin Yue said and said, "You are from the Moonworshiper Cult!"

"Congratulations, you have guessed it right. But today, you are destined to die here." Bo Wenjun gently fanned his fan. Suddenly, several rays of light shot out.0

This speed was so fast that it could only be seen in an instant. If it was an ordinary person, he would have been struck by this attack a long time ago.

Bang!

A spiritual weapon appeared in Lin Yue's hand and swept away the hidden weapon.

"You are a dignified Void-breaking Expert, but you still used such a despicable method to deal with a Spiritual Infant Stage like me. No wonder you want to join the Moonworshiper Cult!" Lin Yue sneered.

Bo Wenjun was a Third Layer of Void-breaking, so he didn't feel too much pressure.

He didn't need to merge with his clone, he could still handle it.

"I don't have any dirty tricks. As long as I can take your life, it will be a good trick!" Bo Wenjun shouted and lunged at Lin Yue.

He had to take advantage of this rare opportunity to quickly kill Lin Yue, then escape and report back to the Moonworshiper Cult.

Lin Yue stood still, his long hair fluttering in the wind.

Bo Wenjun felt that something was wrong. A Spiritual Infant Stage warrior would never dare to fight like this.

After all, the gap between a Spiritual Baby and a Shattering Void Tier warrior was like the chasm between heaven and earth. A Spiritual Infant Stage warrior was no match for a Void-breaking Expert warrior.

"Let me try the Dragon-slaying Sword. How powerful is it now?"

Lin Yue smiled coldly. His Qi suddenly erupted, and a golden Residual Sword appeared in his hand!

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