The White Tiger Priest didn't expect that it would be so difficult to set up a teleportation array in Qingzhou, far more difficult than them to attack the other four continents.
When he received the order from the Great Star Lord Tianxun, he used to be quite proud.
He thought that this was a good opportunity for him to stand out from the four priests, but he never thought that his plan would be repeatedly frustrated.
Not to mention the loss of the extremely precious teleportation array, even the seven or eight star palaces under his command had many injuries, and even one person was hacked to death in Qin Shiyue's battle array.
He didn't pity the dead star official, because at this time, there was a large number of people in the Star Palace who could easily replace the dead unlucky ghost.
What he was depressed about was his face in the Star Lord and even the Divine Envoy.
Ilha Verde, which has always been considered the easiest to capture, has become the most difficult battlefield to fight, which makes it easy to think that his strength is weak.
To make matters worse, if the other priests had achieved good results, it would have highlighted his incompetence even more.
Staring at the rapidly receding sea below him, the White Tiger Priest's mood gradually improved.
He began to think about the matter of setting up formations in other places, he didn't believe that the coastline of Silver Sand was full of monks, as long as he completed the teleportation array, countless battle cultivators were assembled, and the Silver Sand and Golden Sands were destroyed, who would care about his failure at the beginning Thinking of this, he was even a little proud.
The White Tiger Divine Throne is not a pessimistic Divine Throne in the first place, at least the White Tiger Priest thinks so.
The ugly masked Bright Guard suddenly rushed in front of him from behind the White Tiger Priest, a move that surprised him.
You must know that this Guangming Wei usually only knows how to obey orders, and rarely has such strange behaviors.
Rank and rank are everything to the monks of the Star Palace.
Although the Bright Guard is the personal soldier of the divine envoy, it is not more noble than the four great priests, and they are thoughtless.
This doomed them to never have a position.
The White Tiger Priest was a little displeased, but he noticed that the light in Guangwei's eyes seemed to tell him that something seemed to be wrong around him.
He gathered his thoughts and probed outward.
If you don't check it, you will be shocked.
His up, down, left and right have been surrounded by a murderous aura, obviously, he has fallen into the encirclement of his opponent.
This faint murderous aura was modified, and only a god-level monk like him could perceive it.
"Trap," the White Tiger Priest yelled.
I don't know who shot a crossbow arrow first, but I heard a "bang", and after the crossbow arrow exploded a big splash on the water surface, it stabbed a star palace.
The star officer waved the long sword in his hand to block the arrow, but unexpectedly, the arrow exploded when it touched it.
After the thick smoke passed, the star officer's face was covered in smoke and dust, and a slightly damaged defensive shield hung in front of him.
Fortunately, he hurriedly triggered a defensive shield, otherwise it would have been shattered.
But this was only the beginning, and before the White Tiger Priest could order a retreat, more and more arrows were shot up from underwater.
More than a dozen Star Palace cultivators began to shuttle quickly through the air, dodging arrows.
These arrows explode at a certain height even if no one touches them.
Each arrow explodes, sending out a red cloud of smoke and dust in the sky.
For a moment, thick smoke billowed in the air, and flames boiled.
Within ten breaths, two more star officers were slightly injured.
The Bright Guard pinched his hands, and white light dust quickly rotated around him, and a handful of white balls of light rose between his hands.
The edges of the ball of light shimmered with a dazzling white light, and the inside was filled with small pale blue dots, like fireflies.
The surrounding air was disturbed by the ball of light, and whirlwinds swirled rapidly around the Bright Guard.
He jerked forward with both hands, and the ball of light whizzed into the sea.
Suddenly, the sea stirred clockwise, and a huge whirlpool appeared on the sea.
In the whirlpool, you can see many Jinsha's war cultivators struggling helplessly, but they can't get rid of this huge force.
In the end, it was crushed by the seawater, and even the bones were crushed into slag, and a dark red suddenly appeared on the surface of the sea.
Wan Qi Guanxi, who was watching the battle not far away, had a gloomy face, and as soon as he waved, a command flag came from the guards behind him.
Wan Qiguan Xiling flag waved, and more than 1,000 war cultivators on the left flank immediately flew forward dozens of zhang, and the scimitar in his hand was unsheathed.
He waved the command flag again, and the more than 1,000 battle cultivators rushed towards the White Tiger Priest without hesitation.
The battle formation of Xingluohai and the battle formation composed of the guards guarding Gyeonggi are obviously different in style.
Under the training of Wan Qi Guanxi, the thousands of combat cultivators on the left wing formed countless huge gears, and at the same time, these gears were well bonded together, and each combat cultivator was a link in this precise machine.
Accurate attacks, quick retreats, and invulnerable defenses made the star officers a little confused about where to start.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
Wan Qi Guanxi ordered a thousand war cultivators on the right wing to join the battle group, and one thousand people were divided into one hundred teams, and these squads of ten people quickly swam in the sky, forming a mobile magic circle.
As the monks walked, they activated some kind of spell, and bursts of blue light flashed between the monks' fingers.
As the Wan Qian Guan Xiling Banner fell, the thousand-person magic array on the right flank actually worked together to launch a huge ice spell.
The temperature in mid-air dropped suddenly, and a huge blue ice crystal stretched across the sky.
Thousands of people swirled around the ice crystals, and the ice stabbed at the White Tiger Priest like a giant sword.
And the more than 1,000 battle cultivators on the left flank tacitly made way for a way, so that the ice crystals could hit the opponent smoothly.
The two teams worked together seamlessly, one side attracting the attention of their opponents by attacking at no cost, and the other unleashing an ice technique that was enough to shake the Avatar Monk.
The White Tiger Priest couldn't help but frown when he saw the huge piece of ice that was stabbing at him.
It was clearly beyond the maximum power of the Icicle Technique, and he had never seen a monk release such a large piece of ice.
When there were still dozens of feet away from the ice, I could feel a cold current that was cold to the bone.
This seems to show that the ice method released by a thousand people is fundamentally different from the ice method released by the same person.
The White Tiger Priest didn't want to fight hard with the other party, which was completely unnecessary.
He planned to dodge this fatal blow, although dodging would be a shame for the White Tiger Priest, but here and now, it was still important to win.
The White Tiger Priest's figure moved to the right, and in an instant, he slashed out seven or eight feet away, which gracefully avoided the ice technique without looking embarrassed.
The blue ice crystal refracted the sun's colorful halo and shot towards the White Tiger Priest.
For a moment, the White Tiger Priest even felt that the ice crystals were coming a little slowly, and he thought about whether to use the opportunity to attack a few lone monks.
Just as he was thinking wildly, there was a crisp cracking sound from the inside of the ice crystal, and then the huge ice crystal instantly disintegrated, turning into countless tiny ice cubes, and the radius of these tiny ice cubes was dozens of times that of the previous ice crystals.
The place where the White Tiger Priest was located instantly changed from a safe place to a dangerous place.
The speed of the ice cube was faster than before, and it came with a rumbling sound of breaking through the air, and the moving vibration could be felt from a distance.
The White Tiger Priest heard a star official behind him shouting loudly: "This is not an ice pick technique, it is clearly an advanced ice crystal undercurrent."
"We were deceived" If these star officials want to dodge again, it's too late.
The White Tiger Priest hurriedly pinched the trick, sacrificed a large hexagonal shield, bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed it on the shield, and the shield instantly became many times larger.
A violent impact followed, and the White Tiger Priest could clearly feel the ice crystals crashing into his large shield like popping beans.
This shock also appeared in his sea of consciousness.
He felt his whole body tremble in the tremors, like a flat boat in the waves.
He hadn't felt this way since he had become a god, and for a moment, he seemed to be back to when he was younger.
The shock wave lasted for quite some time, and after the White Tiger Priest removed the shattered Great Shield, he saw that three Star Officers had fallen behind him.
The Bright Guard hadn't fallen, but his right arm was hanging down powerlessly, apparently wounded.
The rest of the star officers were all damaged to varying degrees.
Even more deadly, the opponent's second giant ice cube has already begun to take shape.
The White Tiger Priest had already retreated in his heart, and this battle was not a life-and-death war of annihilation.
Setting up a teleportation circle as soon as possible is his ultimate goal, and if he continues to fight like this, it is likely that he will even hang here, let alone the mission.
Now that his face has been gone, the White Tiger Priest feels even more indifferent.
He waved his arms as he fled westward.
There was a vast boundless sea, and he was already panicking at this time, not thinking that the boundless sea was unsheltered, and there was no small island where he could settle down.
"It's worthy of turning into a god and cultivating, and running is really not trivial."
Wan Qi Guanxi said sourly.
He knew that it was okay for his group of people to set up ambushes or encounter battles, if it was about pursuit, where could they be compared to the god-level immortals.
So I can only watch the fat in my mouth fly away.
However, he also knows that even if he can win if he fights any longer, the price will definitely be not small.
The first ice crystal undercurrent was successful because the opponent had the mentality of underestimating the enemy.
Repeating the same trick again, it is estimated that it is difficult for people to be fooled.
With the body of the Avatar Monk, it should be easy to dodge that kind of attack.
"Count the casualties and treat the wounded on the spot."
Wan Qian Guanxi gave an order.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
"Tell the general, none of us were hurt."
Fang He's face grimly reported a seemingly good news.
Wan Qi Guanxi obviously didn't understand what the other party meant, "How could it be that our underwater brothers were not injured" "Including our brothers lurking underwater, we have lost a total of 300 soldiers."
The different sides of the square are like dead ashes.
"Three hundred, three hundred."
Wan Qi Guanxi muttered this number over and over again.
In this battle, he only annihilated three opponents, and the price he paid was three hundred brothers who were born and died.
In proportional terms, the losses are too significant. aa2705221: