Chapter 1695: Adding Salt to the Wound

Latest website: When Jiang Cheng arrived at Yuzhang Valley, it was already a river of blood.

More than 80,000 people from more than 30 large and small sects, including Jingzhu Immortal Mansion, Qiluo Sect, and Tongyuan Family, have been killed until only more than 30,000 are left.

Of the fifteen Taoist saints who came together, only six were dead.

Of the four Taoist saints in the Immortal Mansion, only Meng Duan and Meng Yue are still alive at this time.

Even if this battle suddenly stops at this moment, the Xianfu camp can no longer be described as just severely injured.

What's more, the number of deaths continues to soar.

Meng Duan had been injured a long time ago, his body was covered in blood and his hair was messy, and his damaged armor had long been soaked with sweat.

Due to the excessive burning of blood power, even his eyes turned brown, like a mad trapped animal, and no longer had the charm of being the leader of the Xiaoman Territory.

He's pretty good.

Many people were almost losing the ability to think under the devastation of this one-sided war.

On the previous journey, they scolded the Tianwei Army and the Tianji Army for being ineffective and incompetent.

Satisfied.

Now that they were finally confronted, they said they couldn't bear it.

It's a pity that King Jing and King Cha have no plans to take it lightly.

They are enemies that will fight to the death, and there is absolutely no possibility of mercy!

So far, Tiangong has only suffered more than 5,000 casualties.

And the further we hit the back, the weaker the Immortal Palace side becomes, and the greater the overwhelming advantage of the Tiangong Palace becomes.

"What's going on in there?"

"The fight was so lively?"

Looking at the gray mist condensed by the evil energy soaring into the sky, and then looking at the isolation barrier that was shaken like boiling water, Jiang Cheng could actually guess what happened.

The battle that was supposed to be theirs was defeated by Meng Duan Dao Sheng.

This made him very unhappy.

He simply stopped outside the isolation barrier and didn't plan to go in.

And behind him, a pot has exploded.

"Fuck, what happened?"

"Why is the fighting so fierce inside?"

"I just saw Taoist Saint Qingji being killed. Could it be that I saw it wrong?"

"Taoist Saint Mengduan! I saw him. He is being besieged by three Taoist Saints!"

"Oh my God……"

Before, everyone was angry at the Immortal Mansion for grabbing credit, but now they saw the scene inside through the barrier, and they felt really mixed.

"Aren't you here to take credit? It looks like I'm going to die."

"awful!"

"It's too awful……"

Not to mention the heavenly troops hidden in the periphery, more than 300,000 people were engaged in the battle at this time alone.

No matter where you look, you can see the figures of the Taoist Saints and Divine Lords of the Tiangong Palace.

After all, the origin totem was so eye-catching, it was like a god descending from heaven, which gave everyone a huge impact.

If it weren't for the Feixianmen standing at the front, many people would have been so frightened that they would have fled on the spot.

"Jiang Cheng!"

Taoist Saint Meng Yong didn't see Jiang Cheng's frustrated and unwilling expression, but his own expression now was very exciting.

Among the Four Saints of the Immortal Mansion who went on an expedition this time, he could only see Meng Duan and Meng Yue at the end of their ways across the barrier.

The other two... don't even have to think about it to know what will happen to them.

Seeing this scene with his own eyes, this dignified Taoist saint almost fainted from pain.

He suddenly turned his head and stared at Master Jiang with red eyes like a ferocious beast.

Roaring loudly: "Why are there so many heavenly troops here?"

"How come there are so many divine kings and heavenly Taoist saints?"

With this question, others finally realized the problem.

The reason why Meng Duan dared to come to Yuzhang Valley to grab credit in such a swagger was because he expected that there would be no enemies here.

Because the enemy should have been ‘annihilated’ by Feixianmen!

In everyone's imagination, Feixianmen had wiped out so many strongholds along the way, and there must have been heavy casualties on the Tiangong side.

The two heavenly armies are estimated to have only one out of ten, and it would be good if only three or five of the Shenjun and Taoist Saints could be left.

Meng Duan came here with fifteen Taoist saints, wasn't he a flying dragon riding on his face?

Looking at it now, it turns out that's not the case at all.

The lineup of the Heavenly Palace was very neat, with eight divine kings and twenty-two other Taoist saints all present.

Huizang Taoist Saint also asked coldly: "Yes, why are there so many enemies here?"

In his heart, he was actually gloating.

He hates Feixianmen, and even more hates Jingzhu Immortal Mansion. After all, the last mission to garrison Moheng Galaxy was forcibly arranged by the Immortal Mansion.

Seeing the heavy casualties in the Xianfu camp, he now wished he could perform a set of celebrations including singing, dancing and eating three large bowls of rice.

But on the surface, he still looked serious.

"You, Feixianmen, must give a reasonable explanation for this!"

Brother Cheng was almost amused by them.

"It's okay to explain. You can ask the other side. The enemy is not under my command, so what does it have to do with me?"

He also gave up his seat in front and made an inviting gesture to everyone.

"Damn it!"

Meng Yong was so angry that his whole body trembled.

"The enemy is right in front of us now, why don't you come with us to rescue him?"

While he was talking, he and two other Taoist saints from the Immortal Mansion camp were already attacking the barrier.

boom! boom! boom!

The walls of the violently vibrating barrier shimmered with light and made a dull roar.

Huizang Taoist Saint wished that Meng Duan and the others would all die, but the heavenly army was right in front of them, so he had to show some expression.

So he also started to take action towards the barrier, just to show off.

Brother Cheng took a step back and even blocked the Feixianmen disciple behind him.

"Aren't we going to save them?"

Lin Ning was a little confused.

There are enemies in Tiangong inside. Is that the target of this mission?

Moreover, the fighting was in full swing inside, so it was a good time to enter the battlefield.

Brother Cheng crossed his arms and disapproved.

"Save what? Are you looking down on Taoist Saint Mengduan?"

"People are in high spirits. If we rush in now, wouldn't we be taking credit?"

He smiled and said: "Our Feixian Sect is a famous sect, and we must pay attention to the rules when doing things."

Even Xu, who had been hiding in the dark, couldn't help but complain about this wave.

"It turns out your heart is darker than our soul clan."

Lin Ning put away the sword as if she understood, while the other disciples expressed that they had learned it.

"good!"

"Your Feixianmen is very good!"

Meng Yong, who was bombarding the barrier, was so angry that Brother Cheng was so angry that he became confused and went crazy.

He roared in utter rage.

"I can tell, you Feixianmen are spies!"

"You teamed up with Tiangong to put on a show and deliberately harmed us. Now you got your wish..."

Brother Cheng blocked this kind of incompetent rage.

He is currently busy teaching lessons to his disciples.

I saw this brother pointing at the figure of Mongolian Duan Taoist Saint inside the barrier.

"Did you see that the move he just performed was quite subtle, but actually he should have blocked it with the source of water..."

"That god in Tiangong played too conservatively."

"If he had continued to attack just now, he could have killed Meng Duan directly. He was probably afraid of getting hurt..."

The disciples of the Feixian Sect were dumbfounded at first, thinking to themselves, Master Jiang, could you please stop adding salt to other people's wounds.