Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 692: The Tragedy of Zhongzhou
In Zhongzhou, Quan Xiaotong stared at the sand table for a long time, his heart always in turmoil.

This is the first time that Zhongzhou has truly taken action against the Yama Palace, and it remains to be seen what specific results will be achieved.

He did not expect to achieve success in one fell swoop, but just hoped that Zhongzhou would begin to have the strength to resist.

Mo Xiuwen still looked unkempt, and said calmly, "This batch of magical instruments will definitely not be a problem in suppressing beginners. If it weren't too costly, I would even like to give one to every cultivator in Zhongzhou."

Nearly a thousand magic weapons is not the limit of what he can produce, but it is the limit of his current spiritual stone reserves.

There is no magic weapon that can really defy fate. In the final analysis, it is just using resources to attack others.

It just happens that he has the ability to turn resources into weapons.

But the Yama Palace has more than just beginner monks, there are also countless monks who have entered the Tao and practicing the Tao.

Therefore, these weapons still cannot play a role in reversing the situation in Central China.

Unless a large number of divine monks emerge in Zhongzhou, and then another idea is used to strengthen the strength of these monks with magic weapons and resources, thereby narrowing the gap between them.

"What exactly is the Skyfire Meteor?"

Quan Xiaotong hadn't had time to ask, but now he couldn't help but ask.

Mo Xiuwen's expression straightened, and he slowly explained, "I got the inspiration from Han Yu. Every magic weapon has a fire energy, and it will explode as long as it is activated."

“Can people die?”

Quan Xiaotong frowned. The power of the Fire God's explosion was extremely strong. He was afraid that people would not have time to evacuate.

Mo Xiuwen had a complicated expression. He had designed this originally for use by the cultivators in Central China when they were desperate.

Since I can't survive, I have to bite off a piece of your flesh.

"Since it's a backhand, he will die naturally."

Different from Han Yu's explosive magical power, his magic weapon is clumsy after all, and he can't even hit the target even if he uses it to embarrass himself.

Besides, they won’t wait there for you to throw it.

"What are the chances of these people surviving?"

Quan Xiaotong couldn't help but ask again. As for this kind of mechanical magic weapon, only Mo Xiuwen knew everything about it, so he really had no way of judging.

Mo Xiuwen thought for a moment before speaking carefully, "As long as they don't attack the battle formation, they have a great chance of surviving."

But this time, they had to rush in.

Thousands of insignificant fireflies rose into the sky at the same time and rushed into the battlefield of both sides.

"No fighting allowed here."

Wu Seng took the lead and quickly cut a mile of land into a true dragon zone. Only in this way could this group of young monks be protected from becoming cannon fodder in the first place.

"I can still do it ten more times."

After Liu Yu opened his mouth, he moved one mile away and attacked the monks from the Yama Palace in the distance.

The formless phantom demon!

A dozen inner demons took shape instantly and continued to harass the group of monks.

"I can probably hold out for a while longer."

Xia Wuyou looked solemn, but he did not take action. Instead, he wanted to use his strength at the most appropriate time.

Nanfeng Du slightly turned sideways and attacked the cultivators who were about to attack from a mile away. Without the support of the magic weapon, his attack speed was not only much slower, but also consumed a lot of energy.

Seeing the monks stumbling up and down, Su Xiaoxiao reacted immediately and led the crowd to attack and kill them.

The entire void was filled with chaos and killing. Xia Wuyou's face was tense. He clenched his fists and exhaled slowly, but he couldn't make a move.

After all, it was impossible for nearly a thousand insignificant fireflies to avoid colliding with the Yama Palace.

Some Central Plains cultivators were killed by the enemy before they could even react.

This scene is like an ant trying to shake a tree; it is both tragic and sad.

This group of cultivators were originally elite disciples from various sects in Central Continent. They no longer needed the command of Xia Wuyou and the others, and they began to assemble into a formation.

"I will open the way for you."

A disciple of Nanli Jianzhai turned around and shouted, then he led his fellow disciples out.

One after another, magical powers exploded in the sky like fireworks.

Some monks were blown to pieces by the explosion, some were directly hit and covered in blood, and some were even worse, surrounded by several Central Continent monks and exploded to death on the spot!

"I and others are here to see you off on the journey." The second group of monks also came out. The monks of Galan Temple used their unmovable skills to also forge a way to ascend.

There were constant explosions in the sky, which also moved Su Xiaoxiao. She couldn't help but shout to everyone around her, "Protect them up."

No matter what they want to do, such a reckless approach must be a way to rescue Han Yu.

He helped with this.

"Son of a bitch!"

Xia Wuyou couldn't help but take action after all. He broke away from the three people, turned into a golden light and chased forward, tightening the hoop like a prison, trapping dozens of people who came to fight.

The shadows flashed by, the golden light intertwined, and when Xia Wuyou stopped again, he was already covered in blood.

A dozen or so inner demons continued to grow stronger in the battle circle, and have even reached the point where they can hold back dozens of cultivators.

This just happened to buy a lot of time, and the monks from Central Continent were getting closer and closer to the top.

Meanwhile, casualties are mounting.

Hundreds of people have gone out to fight for their lives, and now only less than 50% of the nearly 1,000 monks are left.

At the same time, the spirit of the weapon was also telling Han Yu about what was happening below. For some reason, Han Yu fell silent.

"what happened?"

This was the first time that the spirit of the weapon saw Han Yu so quiet.

"I feel uncomfortable!"

Han Yu wanted to curse someone, but he didn't know who to curse.

Are you scolding Quan Xiaotong for being so stubborn and sending these people to die?

Or should he scold these people for coming up to save him without considering their own abilities?

Soon, a cultivator from Central Continent showed up first, followed by other cultivators.

"Mr. Han, catch it!"

A cultivator opened the mechanism of the magic weapon on his shoulder, and violent energy quickly spread. Han Yu was stunned for a moment. This was a familiar feeling!

Fire magic!
"Mo Xiuwen has this trick up his sleeve!"

Even the spirit of the weapon had never thought that Mo Xiuwen could even imitate the magical powers.

The remaining monks threw out the magic weapons on their shoulders at the same time.

"retreat!"

Han Yu immediately shouted loudly. No one knew better than him how violent the Fire God's power was.

At this moment, he also knew what this group of monks were trying to do by working so hard.

The huge momentum spread at the same time, even completely engulfing the entire millstone.

"Now!"

The spirit of the weapon kept urging.

Han Yu, who was at the center of the explosion, used the little remaining power of his sea of ​​consciousness to condense all the aftermath of the explosion once again. A more terrifying wave even startled the monks from Yama Palace who wanted to get closer.

"retreat!"

The group of people were so frightened that they turned pale and started to flee in panic.

boom!
This time, the sea of ​​fire was more than five miles wide, and the dark sky was as bright as day at this moment.

Han Yu's figure was finally completely blown off the millstone.

But he was also feeling uncomfortable. Such a huge power burned him like charcoal.

There is hardly any good flesh on his body.

In mid-air, Han Yu panted, took out a handful of Tumudan and began to chew it vigorously. The huge vitality poured into his body, which also boosted his recovery ability.

This might be another wonderful use of Tumudan for Han Yu. His recovery ability was extremely strong, and this huge vitality was enough to allow him to recover faster on his own.

At this moment, the retreating monks are coming back again. Han Yu's eyes suddenly turn cold, and a towering tree appears. At this moment, Han Yu's murderous intent is stronger than ever before!
Sweep horizontally and chop vertically.

Simple and crude, yet extremely powerful.

This group of monks even tried to fight back with attacks, but they were smashed to pieces by the giant tree. The next moment, the shadow of the tree appeared in the blink of an eye, and the void was filled with blood...

(End of this chapter)