Ghost Wang Lie glanced at Chu Jun in the battle formation fiercely, and shouted unwillingly: "Withdraw!"

The tens of thousands of ghost clan troops suddenly retreated like a tide, and the Linggang heavy cannon on the head of Tiankui City sprayed again, but this time it did not cause accidental injuries, and all of them fell into the retreating ghost clan army array, and instantly harvested the lives of many ghost clan soldiers.

As soon as the ghost clan army retreated, all the cultivators suddenly felt that the pressure was relaxed, and many people had just relied on one breath to hold on until now, and as soon as they relaxed, they immediately fainted with their strength, and some people directly sat down on the ground full of corpses and gasped.

One troop carrier after another swept over the heads of Chu Jun and the others, chasing towards the ghost army.

"Damn, it's only coming now!" someone spat the ground.

A troop transport ship hovered over Tiankui City, and then a team with bright armor flew up from the ship, holding a big sword and galloping towards Chu Jun and the others, the formation was neat and strict, and the big sword shimmered in the sun.

The general of this team of 5,000 people can also be regarded as Chu Jun's old acquaintance, it is the bronze general Hou Jun, who was the one who escorted Chu Jun to the eighteenth layer of the Netherworld Desert Island.

Hou Jun looked at the scene of stumps and broken corpses all over the ground, his face gradually became solemn, the five thousand sergeants originally looked arrogant, and their eyes showed a faint disdain, but when they flew over the battlefield, the arrogance on their faces gradually disappeared, and their eyes contained deep shock. From the traces left on the battlefield, you can see what a tragic war has been here.

Hou Jun landed solemnly and walked towards Chu Jun and the others, and the five thousand sergeants behind him all put away their magic weapons and walked on foot.

"Who is your camp master?" asked Hou Jun aloud as he stood still in front of thousands of embarrassed survivors.

The bloodied crowd didn't answer him, but their eyes all looked in the same direction, Hou Jun followed everyone's gaze, and suddenly his eyes changed, and he said secretly: "It turned out to be him...... No wonder!"

Chu Jun didn't pay attention to everyone's gaze, he didn't even raise his head, and was using the remaining Rin Moon Divine Power to use the Little Divine Injury Technique to treat the big stick mallet. The surviving disciples of the Heavenly Phoenix Sect were all around, looking at the dying big stick mallet, with inexplicable expressions of grief and indignation.

This time, the Tianhuang Sect had a total of two Yuan Infants, ten Jin Dan, and one hundred foundation building disciples came, and after this battle, less than fifty people survived, and three Jin Dan died. The most wretching thing is that two of the Jin Dan were actually killed by the Heavenly Thunder Cannon of Tiankui City.

"Big fat cow, you must hold on, don't die!" the little red eyes stood beside him, crying uncontrollably.

Yuen Long, Huang Qi and the others stood silently, Fan Jian knelt and squatted, his left hand tightly held a bloody palm of the big mallet, and the green tendons on his neck were raised: "Mallet, your uncle don't pretend to be dead to Lao Tzu, you have to hold on, you must hold on!"

Luo stood expressionlessly, with a ghost knife embedded in his shoulder, and the ghost general slashed him on the shoulder before he died, although he was exhausted, he still slashed into his shoulder blade.

Hou Jun walked to Chu Jun's side and stood still, but he didn't make a sound to disturb him, and the five thousand regular soldiers behind him all looked at Chu Jun and the others with puzzled eyes, obviously thinking that the dying guy was the camp master.

Chu Jun exhausted all the moon divine power in his body, and the holy light emitted by his palms gradually dimmed, until he disappeared. Fan Jian raised his bloodshot eyes and asked, "Boss, is the mallet saved?"

"I have to perform a few more spells, and I will do my best to cure him!" Chu Jun said in a deep voice.

Hou Jun hurriedly said: "Chu Jun ......!"

Chu Jun glanced up at Hou Jun, waved his hand without waiting for him to finish speaking, and said, "I'm not the camp master, the camp master Qin Ming is over there!" After speaking, he stood up and took out a tent of the Divine Machine Pavilion and opened it, picked up the mallet and walked in, and at the same time turned back and said: "Elder Yuan, Fan Jian, don't let anyone disturb this sect!"

Yuen Long hurriedly said, "Yes, Sect Master!"

Luo Heng and Xiaoxiao followed into the tent, the tent was closed, and the disciples of the Heavenly Phoenix Sect immediately surrounded the tent and did not let anyone approach.

Hou Jun couldn't help frowning, turned his head to look, his brows suddenly wrinkled deeper, and he saw that not far away, an old man was treating a disabled person, one of his legs had been broken at the knee, and it was bloody and miserable. This person is Qin Ming, the young master of Daming Mansion, this unlucky guy happened to be hit by a thunderbolt of the Heavenly God, although there was a Yuan Ying guarding on the side, but he still broke his leg, and he suddenly fainted in pain, and he still hasn't woken up yet.

And Xiao Yang, the camp owner of Bianyang Mansion, was even more unlucky, and he had already fallen in the war. Hou Jun couldn't find the person in charge, so he had to order 5,000 soldiers to clean up the battlefield and wait for Chu Jun to come out and make plans.

Time passed minute by minute, and the disciples of the Heavenly Phoenix Sect sat silently on the periphery of Chu Jun's camp tent to rest and heal their injuries, and the cultivators of the other sects did not leave, they all sat on the ground and waited.

Hou Jun looked at the tent with strange eyes, as did the five thousand soldiers, because they had already learned about the battle from individual cultivators.

More than nineteen thousand!

Nearly 20,000 ghost clans were wiped out in this war, including as many as thirty-one ghost generals, more than one hundred ghost captains, and Chu Jun also defeated a ghost governor, this kind of record is undoubtedly quite brilliant, even if the price paid by human cultivators is equally heavy, but such a record is even a shame for the regular army.

This time it's all because of Chu Jun, if Chu Jun hadn't taken the lead at the beginning, more than 20,000 people might have fled, not to mention such a brilliant record, it's good to have one chance of surviving.

Hou Jun finally understood why when he asked who the camp owner was, everyone's eyes would be on Chu Jun. There is no doubt that after this tragic battle, Chu Jun has established a unique prestige in the eyes of everyone!

Rumble......

More than a dozen bow troop carriers appeared directly east of Tiankui City, apparently chasing the ghost clan army back!

The eldest prince stood on the deck of the main ship in high spirits, turned off the defensive circle, and comfortably enjoyed the strong wind blowing in his face, indeed, there was nothing more exciting than a great victory.

Du Runan led an army of 100,000 behind the rout of the ghost clan, and drove out for nearly a thousand miles before returning, although the ghost soldiers killed were only a few thousand, but it was also a big victory, wasn't it?

"Congratulations to the eldest prince, the great victory, the soldiers pointed out, the ghost clan fled in despair, and successfully solved the danger of Tiankui City!" said a staff member.

"Yes, these ghost clan armies are nothing remarkable, they ran away in fear just when they saw the shadow of our army!"

"It's not that our eldest prince is wise and powerful, those ghost clan generals will be intimidated when they hear the name of our eldest prince!"

Du Runan frowned, and said angrily: "This king hates people who pat horses and whiskers the most!"

Several staff members suddenly stopped with scornful faces, slapped the horse's ass on the horse's leg, and couldn't help but secretly regret it, but heard Du Runan say again: "The ghost clan army was defeated and retreated, all because my Chongming sergeants fought bravely and were not afraid of life and death!"

"Hehe, the eldest prince is right, the soldiers of our army are all fighting bravely, and the eldest prince is commanding Ruoding and sweeping the army of the ghost clan!"

Du Runan glanced at the cargo approvingly, and then turned his head to look at the bow troop carrier on the left, and there was also a person standing on the bow deck of the bow troop carrier, it was the seventh prince Du Ruhui, who was the deputy commander of the army, and the eldest prince Du Runan served as the commander.

Each bow troop carrier can carry 5,000 people, so the 100,000 army is divided into 20 bow troop carriers.

The Tiankui City Protector Array was closed, and the city lord Han Geng led dozens of henchmen to welcome him out of the city, and the twenty-bow troop transport ships sailed into Tiankui City.

"Han Geng greets the eldest prince, the seventh prince!" Han Geng greeted Du Runan and Du Ruhui who got off the boat, and saluted with a smile on his face.

Du Runan waved his hand with a spring breeze on his face and said, "The city lord is exempt!"

Du Ruhui just smiled slightly, and followed his brother's side very humbly, without the slightest courtesy!

Han Geng is an old man, and he didn't dare to snub Du Ruhui, he also bowed to Du Ruhui, and said with a smile: "This time it all depends on the Chongming Army to break the siege, the old man is really grateful, the old man has ordered someone to put a celebration wine, the two princes please!"

Du Runan hurriedly said: "Don't worry, Lord City, go and summon the camp masters of Daming Mansion and Bianyang Mansion and the leaders of the various city sects, this time they can defeat the demon army, they are indispensable!"

"Yes, yes, it's the old man's negligence!" Han Geng said with a smile, but he was secretly beating a drum in his heart, thinking of Chu Jun's hundred-foot-high law appearance, his scalp was numb, he had done too much, I am afraid that the people of all sects hated themselves very much at this moment.

Soon, the bronze general Hou Jun came and hurried over, walked to Du Runan and saluted: "Subordinates see the marshal, deputy marshal!"

Du Runan said with a displeased face: "Why are you alone?"

Hou Jun said with an embarrassed face: "...... them They won't come!"

Du Runan couldn't help but change color, and shouted: "Presumptuous, they dare to disobey military orders?"

Du Ruhui was in good spirits, and said with a smile: "Big brother is angry, there must be a reason why they don't come, Hou Jun, they don't come?"

Hou Jun hurriedly said: "This time the 50,000 troops of the ghost clan came to attack, and Chu Jun, the sect master of the Heavenly Phoenix Sect, led the cultivators of all factions to fight bravely, killing nearly 20,000 people of the ghost clan, dozens of ghost generals, more than 100 ghost captains, and Chu Jun also defeated a ghost governor!"

Hou Jun did not say the reason why they did not come, but first said the merits, obviously with a desire to help them.

As soon as these sets of numbers came out, everyone present was shocked, Du Runan and Du Ruhui were shocked, this is probably the biggest victory for human cultivators since the invasion of the ghost clan. Du Runan's heart skipped a pound, although he was not directly involved in this battle, but he was the boss, and the credit must be counted on his head, and as soon as this great victory was passed back, his reputation would not rise.

"Congratulations to the eldest prince, a great victory, a great victory!" said one of the aides.

Instant sycophants!

Du Runan's expression slowed down and asked, "Then they refuse to come to see this king?"

PS: There is a change before 12 o'clock tonight,