As soon as the bald old man spoke, the other three or four alien demon elders sitting beside him nodded, looking unkindly at the two black-robed men in the corner.
They were all decision-makers in this great battle, representing many cultivators from various tribes of the alien demon race.
They were not very supportive of this so-called immortal city defense war. If it hadn't been for the High Priest Luo Ming's strong promotion, they wouldn't have considered this decision.
This was tantamount to gambling. The alien demon race was inherently weaker than the human race, with fewer high-level cultivators. Using a strategy of dividing forces was clearly unwise.
Most elders preferred to take a single breath, rectify the army, and remove the twelve immortal cities one by one.
But now it was impossible to change the strategy.
After delaying for half a month, the righteous and demonic factions of the human race and other forces also sent a large number of cultivators to reinforce, and it was no longer possible to quickly attack the cities one by one with a devastating force, and the opportunity to attack has been lost.
The atmosphere in the arena was somewhat dignified for a while.
High Priest Luo Ming did not reply, and stared at the two black-robed men as well.
The two black-robed men were both eerie and were not alien demon cultivators, but a special force.
If you sensed carefully, you could sense that the ghostly aura on one of the black-robed men was strong, and he was also an old ghost in the late Yuanying stage.
"Now that the great battle is imminent, do you still have grudges against us and want to renege on the agreement?" one of the black-robed men sneered.
The blood-red eyes under this man's black robe met High Priest Luo Ming's eyes.
Others immediately sensed an invisible force of divine consciousness colliding in the air, and their faces became gloomy.
Several people had demonic energy surging around them, staring at the two black-robed men, revealing unkind gazes.
"Sect Leader Yan, what are you talking about? With the war at hand, our clan will naturally not renege on the agreement. It's just that our clan has a large number of people, so we have to consider it carefully. Now that we have reached this point, if Sect Leader Yan doesn't show the trump card that was agreed upon in advance, it will be difficult for us to feel at ease." After a moment of silence, Great Elder Luo Ming said expressionlessly.
"Okay, as long as you don't renege and help my Ghost King Sect reestablish its orthodoxy. This Sect Leader will naturally fulfill the agreement.
Since you want to see the trump card of my Ghost King Sect, Ghost Mother, you can take it out and show it to your fellow Taoists."
"Yes, Sect Leader." Another black-robed man made a hoarse voice.
I saw the black robe on this person bulging, releasing a gust of Yin(阴: yin, negative) wind, and a group of gray-green light balls flew out of it.
There were as many as fifty or sixty.
As soon as these gray-green light balls flew out, the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling was loud. They transformed into hideous ghosts. Each of them had a strong aura, especially the ten red-clothed female ghosts, who were all Yuanying-level ghost spirits.
Seeing a full ten Yuanying-level ghost spirits at once, the faces of the alien demon cultivators present changed slightly.
The Yanmo(炎魔: fire demon) Old Ancestor, who was originally sitting on the side, also had fire in his eyes. The fire spiritual power on his body became irritable.
"Don't be impatient, Fellow Taoist Yan can bring out these high-level ghost kings, which shows that he sincerely wants to help my clan in the war." Only High Priest Luo Ming's expression remained unchanged.
"Now you have no doubts, as long as the war starts tomorrow. You can follow the plan and use Yanhsia City as bait to lure the enemy's Yuanying cultivators into the city. This Sect Leader will set up the Heavenly Ghost Array and eliminate the twenty or thirty Yuanying cultivators of the other party in one fell swoop. Without the Yuanying old monsters, their attacking army will immediately collapse.
You can then rush to reinforce other immortal cities, and you can eliminate most of the power of the twelve immortal cities in one fell swoop. When you completely occupy the Lianyun Mountains, it is not empty talk that you can drive straight in and occupy a large amount of territory." Sect Leader Yan said with blood flashing in his eyes.
Several of the alien demon elders present showed joy when they heard this. Some were also lost in thought.
Eliminating twenty or thirty Yuanying old monsters in one fell swoop can indeed reverse the situation.
You know, so far. Although both sides have suffered losses and lost many cultivators. But the Yuanying-level combat power, the total loss of both sides is only seven or eight people.
It can be said that every Yuanying cultivator is a top combat power, and the loss of each one has a great impact on both sides.
If twenty or thirty Yuanying cultivators fall at once, the battle situation will not be one-sided. One side will be at an absolute disadvantage, and may even be devastated and morale will plummet.
These decision-makers of the alien demon race discussed for a while, and the two black-robed cultivators and others left.
The stone house suddenly became quiet, leaving only High Priest Luo Ming and the Yanmo(炎魔: fire demon) Old Ancestor. The two were silent, as if waiting for something.
Suddenly, High Priest Luo Ming suddenly seemed to sense something and suddenly shouted, "Bloodlight, come out."
"Why, do you want this deity to participate in the war as well? Okay, then you unlock the demon-suppressing lock on this deity's body." An ethereal voice came from under the stone house.
"Eh, High Priest, why did you bring this demon here?" Hearing the sudden voice, the Yanmo(炎魔: fire demon) Old Ancestor's face was very gloomy.
"Don't worry, he is bound by the demon-suppressing lock, and this old man can control his life and death." Luo Ming explained expressionlessly.
"But," the Yanmo(炎魔: fire demon) Old Ancestor wanted to say something more, when the ground suddenly shook. A bloodlight rushed out from underground. It circled in mid-air and landed on the table. The bloodlight flashed, revealing a blood-black meatball about ten feet wide.
The meatball was covered with blue-black scales, but it was entangled by thin black chains. It shook a few times, expanding and contracting, and blood-red tentacles grew out of the gaps in the chains.
Countless tiny tentacles coiled and intertwined, condensing into a blood man with only the upper body. A head of blood-colored long hair danced wildly. The lower body was still imprisoned in the meatball.
The chains also shook for a while, and instantly entangled half of this person's body. This person raised his head, revealing his face.
If Zhang Ling were here, he would be surprised again.
This person's face was exactly the same as the Bloodlight Old Demon he had killed before. Only the two black-purple curved horns on his forehead. The pupils also turned black-purple.
"You demon still want to escape? When the Demon Suppression Valley opens next time, I will definitely send you into it to be refined." The Yanmo(炎魔: fire demon) Old Ancestor stared at the bloodlight, his face extremely ugly.
"Want to refine this deity? Wishful thinking, do you think that the demon-suppressing lock left by your human ancient cultivators can trap this deity? If it weren't for being severely injured by that person's self-destruction, giving you time, you would have had a chance to trap me."
Bloodlight glanced at the Yanmo(炎魔: fire demon) Old Ancestor expressionlessly, and the demon-suppressing chains wrapped around his body rattled. He actually broke free of one arm and instantly turned into a black-scaled python, biting fiercely.
The Yanmo(炎魔: fire demon) Old Ancestor's face was furious, and he immediately stood up. He raised his hand and sacrificed a black flying knife, wanting to give this demon a little color to see.
