Authentic Magic Gate - Chapter 166

[Chapter 166 The Ghost (3)]

The monks in the chariot began to follow the dragons to recite incantations. Everyone’s spiritual power is different. Under the action of the formation, they belong to the same frequency. Overlapping, forming a strange syllable, seven dragon monks recited together, bursting out seven short tones.

The monks who were thrown into the battlefield turned into a cloud of blood, but most of them still survived.

After the spell was completed, the blood mist formed seven huge dragon incantations in the air, which merged together and radiated endless brilliance. As if a sun was born, the newly-appeared dragon above waved his hand and grabbed the surviving monks back and sent them into his war space.

He originally sent out five thousand monks, and in one battle, more than two thousand died.

Ye Ting silently calculated that the more than 2,000 monks who died killed almost fifteen times as many enemies.

The monks have an absolute advantage in the face of the fallen gods. If the dragons release all the monks in the chariot, they can almost win this victory. It’s just that more people will die that way, at least 100,000 to start.

The dragons sacrificed two thousand monks to let the light of the rune in front of them illuminate the earth, and almost all the fallen gods were shrouded in it, and the voices of the dragon monks resounded through the sky.

Ye Ting understood their final will to condense the runes, only two words – destruction.

Follow the law?

Ye Ting is fortunate that his Mirror of Void has recorded everything and can deeply analyze the meaning of these two dragon runes. If you encounter an enemy with this ability in the future, you may save your own life.

The shock wave spread in all directions, and only a few people could see this scene. Those fallen protoss fell under the mantra of destruction and were evacuated to their lives.

Ye Ting also understood the tactics of the dragon monks at this time. The seven chariots rushed into the middle of the enemy to form a safe area, and then put the monks who were preparing the blood sacrifice into it.

Then the dragon monk launched the mantra of destruction, and the battle was over.

There were also quite a few surviving fallen protoss, and the seven chariots were scattered and slaughtered in all directions. The Fallen Protoss had no intention of escaping. They surrounded the dragon and repeatedly attacked the Dragon’s chariot.

The battle is no longer so complicated, and the number of fallen gods is no longer enough to threaten the dragon monks. In the chariot space, the dragon cultivator commanded the summoned cultivator to activate his true energy and enter it into the formation, and the chariot began to release magic attacks.

The Fallen Gods have extremely low resistance to spells, and even the spells of the Foundation Establishment cultivators can cause huge damage to them.

Then again, the Dragon Clan had gathered quite a lot of monks this time, and if they only sacrificed two thousand, it would not be considered cruel. I am afraid that this is the reason why the Dragon Clan can maintain their rule. The number of monks sacrificed in each war is not too many. The normal way of play will cause more casualties.

This kind of direct sacrifice, the method of blood sacrifice to the monks, reduced the mortality rate to the limit, but the two thousand monks were really helpless, they had no choice.

The chariots of the dragon race galloped back and forth, never stopping somewhere, and the fallen god race swarmed up, but they could never form a real siege. The armor on the dragon clan is excellent, but the number of fallen god clan is still huge, and it is inevitable that there will be injuries. The speed at which the dragon cultivator’s wounds recover is astonishing. In less than a breath, no matter what kind of injury is healed and repaired, the dragon cultivator can maintain the highest combat effectiveness.

I want to capture the dragon clan, I really don’t know the sky and the sky. If you want to catch such a dragon, you have to have the strength of Elder Lan to have hope.

Suddenly the dragon clan in the sky let out a long roar, and streaks of silver light shot out from his body and sprinkled on the battlefield. Ye Ting heard a hint of urgency in the long howling.

In the distant sky, a powerful coercion hit, as if the sea water was pouring back, and it came leisurely.

boom!

Seven chariots were smashed on the ground, and only the dragon was still flying in the sky. A figure flew from outside the horizon, with the sound of air explosions, roaring like thunder.

Across the chariot, the figure was blurred like a mist of water. Everyone could not see the true appearance of this figure. He had the height of a normal human being, only a little bit taller than Ye Ting, and the rest could not be seen.

The vague shadows confronted the dragons in the sky. The dragon monks had a straight long knife in each of their hands, and there was a strange aura about the two-meter-long knife, as if they were absorbing the grievances between heaven and earth.

The lives that died on the battlefield were repeatedly cursing the dragon monks, but they were quickly absorbed by these two long knives.

The Blade of Resentment!

The dragon race is indeed a powerful race, chariots, blood sacrifices, and dragon weapons, all of which have opened Ye Ting’s eyes.

Because the chariot was separated from the chariot, the Taixu Divine Mirror could not see the flying enemy clearly. Above the sky, the dragon monk held a knife in both hands and said to the fallen gods in front of him: “Give this star away.”

“Dream, this is our last home!”

“You can choose to surrender, or I will kill you all and sacrifice your soul to the Dragon God.”

“Haha, my clan has 400 billion, can you kill them all?”

The dragon clan in the sky said proudly: “When the dragon god comes, even a hundred times this can be killed. I will give you this choice now and let you surrender, which can ensure that your clan can continue.”

“Become your slave and continue to fight abroad?”

“What’s wrong with that? Our dragons are few in number. In the end, these worlds are dominated by servants like you. What is the loss for you in nominal surrender?”

“Haha! What do we have to lose? The betrayal of the Demon God made us lose the possibility of eternal life and was imprisoned on this star. We have paid the price and will never surrender to anyone again.”

“It’s stubborn, well…”

The dragon cultivator staggered his knives and pushed them straight forward. The red light emanating from the knives formed a series of staggered runes, like scissors, which were cut toward the fallen gods in front of him.

There were only the two of them left in the sky, and the dragon chariot on the ground restarted, fighting with the fallen gods.

This is only a small battlefield. On the stars, more dragon chariots and endless fallen gods are fighting. The dragons are invaders, and the number is not large, but so far, no dragon monks have died.

More importantly, the cultivators enslaved by the dragon race, from this world, seem to be the only ones from Ye Ting.

That is to say, there may be more than one star occupied by the dragon race, otherwise it would not be able to provide so many monks.

Nagarjuna was right next to Ye Ting, silently cooperating with the orders of the dragon cultivator. She didn’t even raise her eyelids, she just closed her eyes halfway.

Ye Ting rested her thoughts, but she was quite looking forward to capturing a dragon to become a slave.

There are nine nests around the monster space. If a creature like the dragon race can enslave one, her own combat power can be doubled.

It is almost instinctive for a demon clan like Longboti to enslave other creatures, and there has never been a person like Nagarjuna who fought as hard as he could. There is also a reason for her timidity. With such innate abilities, Long Bodhi does not need to fight on his own at all.

Not to mention the dragon family, the powerful Dragon Bodhi can enslave even gods and immortals.

The enslaved creatures are all willing, and regard Nagarjuna as their master, their everything, and their supreme existence. Now in Nagarjuna’s lair, the queen ant has begun to create soldier ants to provide Nagarjuna with strength.

At the beginning of its birth, this soldier ant had the strength close to that of a big demon, and it gave birth to wings, which was equivalent to the golden elixir of human beings. It will take a hundred years for all its demon patterns to grow, and Nagarjuna doesn’t know what strength it will be.

This is the first soldier ant. The soldier ants cultivated later are not so strong, but the investment is also very small.

Innate ability allows Nagarjuna to enslave nine races to serve her as long as she can afford it. And these races living in the lair she provided will never betray.

The dragon family became the target of Nagarjuna. It is impossible to cultivate too many warriors in the nest, but if the races born in these nests are put outside, the offspring born will obey the orders of Nagarjuna.

Yangmei lowered her head and sneered.

The dragon clan is really arrogant, but this group of dragon clan is going to be unlucky. The monks under their control have already infiltrated their own power, and all the seven dragon clan warriors have been recruited.

I just need to wait slowly, and see which one is unlucky, take the first step, and all the ghost talismans in the body of the other six dragon cultivators will explode, focusing on one dragon cultivator.

Dragon monks who can drive chariots are the elites of the elite, and the death of one is a huge loss to the dragon.

As long as one dies, his last little devil will grow up, and then his first magic weapon will be born. The Six Paths of Heaven can cultivate six magic weapons, so she did not practice the Ten Dharma.

The complexity of the Six Paths of Heaven’s Secrets is many times more complicated than Ye Ting’s ten door-to-door methods. Cultivating magic tools is also extremely difficult, and I didn’t expect a breakthrough in the dragon race.

If not, she would not sacrifice her twenty monks.

The battle in the sky was extremely fierce. The Fallen Protoss was good at melee combat. The Dragon Clan’s double knives were unusually sharp, and the mist surrounding the Fallen Protoss body was cut by the knives, which could not be healed.

Ye Ting could only see more and more gaps in the fog through the Mirror of Absolute Void. After about half an hour, the dragon monk released his double swords, making lightning-like staggered cuts. Live the wound in the abdomen of the fallen god race and tear it hard.

The entire sky turned red, and the fallen gods were torn to pieces by him.

On the dragon’s chariot, the commander quickly changed the password, the chariot fled into the distance, the red was pressed down from the sky, the flames on the ground were extinguished, and the ground began to corrode, turning into gray-black mud.

The dragon monk in the sky screamed in horror, and his hands had disappeared. Such an injury is not difficult for him to repair, but a trace of blood-red aura has invaded his body, and his internal organs are rapidly dissolving.