After Luo Qing and Yuan Hao were killed, the number of the human race at the Yuanying level was almost equal to that of the ghost race.

It's just that relatively speaking, the disadvantages of low-level monks are still obvious.

At this moment, in Mochizuki City, a huge blood-colored drum rose up, and the blood-colored drum appeared, and a desolate and bloody aura spread through the battlefield of Mochizuki City for thousands of miles like mercury.

The big drum has more than ten zhang in circumference, and an old man who has been blind, looking at his cultivation, turned out to be a Yuanying monk, but this person has become a withered draft, and the vitality on his body is almost nothing, and he has stepped into the ghost gate with one foot.

At a glance, it looks like a leaf in the wind, which may wither at any time. Immediately following the blind old man, there were also fourteen or fifteen Yuanying monks with almost identical breaths.

"Cangyang Blood Drum!"

The powerful people in the ghost clan, looking at the blood-colored drum that rose up, suddenly screamed, the ancient wilderness, there are hundreds of tribes. The ancient monks conquered the south of the sky and the north of the earth, and created a piece of heaven and earth for the reproduction of the descendants. Countless ancient cultivators threw their heads and spilled blood.

The sound of war drums shook the night, awakened the dawn, and the people who fought were dressed in the remnant sun, and the upright and unyielding figures dragged on the road of the journey.

Cangyang lies on the road, blood is sprinkled in the wilderness, white bones are buried in the green mountains, and the drums of the conquest never stop.

"Our human race can stand among all races for countless years, and coexist with heaven and earth without decay. How can you and other dark clans insult you! Today, let the ghost clan see the courage of our ancestors to eliminate demons and demons. ”

"Hao Hao Xuanhuang, the sword shocks the wilderness. Towering, the sun is lying on the road, the ocean is beaming, and the blood is crying in the sky......"

The old man who was blind, and the other fourteen life, Shou Yuan had not been able to take many times, and the Yuan Infant Monk who could not bear the battle sang the Great Wilderness Song in unison.

The Great Wilderness Song and the Cangyang Blood Drum that exudes the atmosphere of eternal desolation complement each other.

"The Cangyang Blood Drum has already disappeared into this realm with the ancient monks, and it is just an imitation in your hands, what is my ghost clan afraid of!" The Ao Du Ghost King roared sharply, waking up many of the ghost clans who were shocked, although the low-level monks of the ghost clan occupied the majority, but once the morale fell into the downwind, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Haha, although the genuine product of the Cangyang Blood Drum is no longer in this realm, the spirit of the ancient monks who are pioneering and enterprising, and the spirit of endless bloody battles is eternal, and it is this imitation, which can also make me realize the mind and spirit of the ancient cultivators who fought in the wilderness!" The blind old man and the others looked up to the sky and smiled, and then continued to sing the song of the Great Wilderness.

"Fellow Daoists, I don't have much time to wait, and the longest one only has more than ten years of life left, and it is already unbearable to fight, and it is a great blessing to be able to understand the state of mind of the ancient monk together. ”

"Drumming!"

"Hao Hao Xuanhuang, the sword shocks the wilderness. Towering, the sun is lying on the road, the ocean is beaming, and the blood is crying in the sky......"

More than a dozen old men who had entered the last years of life of the wind candle and had few left, joined forces and struck on the blood-colored drum.

A great wilderness song, desolate and atmospheric, majestic with sadness and progress. The human race in the battle, including Lu Xiaotian, seems to have seen the wilderness where the trees were towering and the demons were rampant, and the human race only occupied a corner of the land. Countless people fell on the way to the war, stained with blood, but there were countless people who followed one after another........

Blood, crisis, mixed with the sadness of unpaid ambitions.......

"Towering, Cangyang lying down. Beaming, weeping blood in the sky......."

Tom tom tom ...... More than a dozen Yuanying monks fought with the remaining strength of their lives and beat the blood drum together. Bring countless people into this sad and generous artistic conception, the heart is desolate, and the blood is full. As the drums penetrated into people's hearts one by one, countless monks sang the Great Wilderness Song in unison.

Lu Xiaotian heard that his heart was also surging with blood, and even the mana was running a few rays faster than usual. I couldn't help but be startled, and glanced at the dozen or so old men who were in mid-air, beating the big drum with the power of their remnants, and chanting in unison, Lu Xiaotian resonated in his heart at the same time, and also rose a burst of enlightenment, consuming such a big battle and spending such a price, it seems that it is not so simple as making them resonate.

This Cangyang Blood Drum, taking the method of ancient cultivators, although it is an imitation, it can also attract the qi and blood of the cultivators and stimulate the potential of the cultivators. It's just that this Cangyang Blood Drum is just an imitation after all. The impact on the Infant Monk was minimal.

However, looking at the excited expressions on the faces of those Jindan, Foundation Building, and Qi Refining Cultivators, their spirits and spirits are not the same compared to before. The battlefield within a radius of thousands of miles is shrouded in this Cangyang blood drum. On the part of the entire Terran, the momentum is magnificent. Although the number is much lower than that of the ghost clan.

But the Cangyang Blood Drum not only improved its strength, but also brought all the monks into the tragedy of the sages opening up the living space. With the same hatred of the enemy and the common progress, the strength he exerted was a hundred inches ahead, and he went further, and even pressed back the momentum of the ghost clan.

Tom tom.... The drums sounded one after another, and countless Terran blood spilled on the battlefield, but more often than not, the fall of the ghost clan, Peng, a young man in his last years of life was exhausted, his mana was exhausted, turned into a wisp of flying ash, and disappeared into the air, "Cangyang blood drum appeared in the world, reproducing the atmosphere of the ancient cultivation battle, I can see this scene, there are no regrets in this life, but unfortunately, when I couldn't witness the victory of my human race, fellow Daoists, don't forget to pass the good news when he sacrifices on the day, the old man takes the first step......"

In the void, the old man's voice gradually drifted away, faint, and disappeared, but the heroism and desolation of dying were deeply imprinted in everyone's minds.

"Canghong Daoyou, don't be in a hurry, the old man will ...... when he comes" The blind old man followed closely and disappeared into the invisible ........

"Towering, Cangyang lying down. The ocean is beaming, and the blood is crying in the sky. The war ghost clan is in Xingye, and the ten thousand demons are in Mo Yuan. Sweep the four of the howl, and level the eight wildernesses. Feng Xiao Jiutian asked. The dragon fights in the wilderness, and its blood is yellow ......."

There were people dying in battle, but the songs of the Great Wilderness chanted by tens of thousands of monks were higher and higher. Faintly gathered into a human race's atmospheric luck, vast in the air, the sky-rushing ghost qi, there was a faint sense of suppression.

Yuan Hao made a move, and the Burning Sun Double Humeral Sword, which had been refined by the Ancient Sword Sect with a special method, was like two rounds of scorching sun, and fought fiercely with a skeleton ghost king.

On Luo Qing's side, it is still like a cold and noble lonely moon, a sword is out, and there is a mystery of the moon from the clouds, but it is not sharp.

Fifty or sixty Yuanying monks fought with the ghost king, killing heaven and earth repeatedly. The low-level human race, inspired by the Cangyang Blood Drum, had swept away the previous decline, and within thousands of miles of the battle domain, the shouts of killing and the terrible screams were all together. In the heavens and on the ground, the blood and qi are all over the world, and the sun and the moon are not shining. Lu Xiaotian and the wolf scorpion ghost king in front of him also ran over to Moon City, and then fought from inside the city to outside the city.