As night fell, Yunjian City was in a mess, with countless houses collapsed and then turned into clouds and mist.

This city is fake, just a shadow projected by Kunpeng in the sea of ​​clouds, which resets itself every once in a while.

Lu Haochu relied on the wall, with a protective circle set up around him. Hundreds of people were resting here. He also suffered a lot of injuries, with a bandage on his right hand and a deep wound on his face.

A tank not far away has long since been scrapped.

Pei Ding, who was next to Lu Haochu, complained: "We throw in a few tanks every year, but they don't have much effect. It's better to send out more magic weapons."

Tanks, the king of land warfare, could barely survive an hour on the battlefield of Yunjian City before they were all scrapped. The enemy did not need to attack the tank head-on, but only needed to cut off the tracks, and the tank would become a target.

Although theoretically an armor-piercing bullet from a tank can seriously injure a monk (without protection) at the Golden Core stage, or even kill him on the spot, the enemy cannot stand still. There is a huge gap between theory and actual combat. In theory, a tank can

Kill the golden elixir. In actual combat, the golden elixir beats a tank like searching a bag for something.

Lu Haochu said: "Magical weapons are much more expensive than tanks. Once the tank production line is opened, dozens or hundreds of tanks can be produced in a short time. But magical weapons require a refiner and contain spiritual materials and spiritual energy. These things are very precious.

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He turned around and glanced at the wreckage of the scrapped tank.

"But it's true that it's useless. I don't know if it will take the monkey year and the horse month to develop the rumored weapon against the monks."

Many modern weapons are not suitable for fighting monks. Experts have long proposed to develop new weapons, but until now there has been no sound.

Lu Haochu didn't have much hope in this. It wasn't that he was overly superstitious about supernatural powers or looked down upon science and technology. It was just that the two sides had different positionings and their respective development directions were also different.

Any weapon has its target, and many of the monks' methods are aimed at their peers. They have been researching for tens of thousands of years, but technology has only been developed for a few years.

Pei Ding suddenly said: "Brother, the secret realm will be opened in two hours. Please be careful later."

"What? Do you know how to respect your elders today?" Lu Haochu glanced at him. The two of them just didn't get along with each other, so it wasn't really a grudge.

Pei Ding said: "Yunguo this year is unusual, and for some unknown reason, those demons came in earlier than us. This resulted in the interception troops in previous years not being able to play any role at all, and none of the demons stopped them."

In previous years, various places in China would try their best to intercept non-Chinese forces from landing on Cloud Island, and every year they would shoot down several aircraft from other forces.

"Can the town-state level be moved?" Lu Haochu asked, and the answer he got was no.

"You can't move. You know, during this period, those rats will appear everywhere."

"..." Lu Haochu lit a cigarette and closed his eyes to rest.

A beam of light fell in the sky, and countless people immediately cast their gazes. It was a gaze of greed, fear, desire, and countless thoughts.

The secret realm of Yunguo is opened.

Lu Haochu struggled to his feet and followed the large army towards the direction of the light beam. Although one of his hands was broken, it did not affect his ability to release spells.

The fighting became more intense along the road, the sky was constantly light and dark, and countless spells continued to explode with brilliant brilliance.

Dozens of monks from various government offices formed various formations, relying on their abundant supply of spiritual energy to compete with the demons. They seemed to have returned hundreds of years ago, forming a tight military formation and advancing towards the light pillar step by step.

The surrounding demons didn't pay much attention to them, but turned into streams of light, directly entered the light pillar, and disappeared.

Passing through the light beam, the scene suddenly changed, and they came to a vast plain. A giant tree over a hundred meters high, like a small building, stood in the center, with white fruits hanging on it.

The surroundings were filled with deadly clouds and mist, making everyone afraid to step forward.

Groups of monks from various places, unknown demons, and hundreds of people surrounded the giant tree, staring closely at the fruits.

Suddenly, one of the fruits fell to the ground, turned into a stream of light and flew out of the clouds, in a direction right next to where Lu Haochu's group was.

Near the water tower, the moon came first. Pei Ding jumped up high and took the fruit into his arms.

boom!

With a deafening sound, a huge ball of flames engulfed Pei Ding. Lu Haochu threw out all his cards, and several of the talismans he had spent so much effort on turned into ashes before he could save Pei Ding.

"Brother, the mission is completed..."

Pei Ding had been severely burned at this time, and his originally handsome face was a bloody mess. All the magic weapons on his body had been broken into pieces, and his clothes and skin were fused together. Even so, his hands were still protecting the milky white Yun Guo.

"All personnel retreat! Call for reinforcements. The third group has obtained Yun Guo and needs coordinated defense."

Lu Haochu's group retreated, and the nearest group of monks rushed over and entered the magic circle to build a tighter defense. Some groups that were not in good positions no longer fought for it, but turned to protect Yun Guo who was already there.

At this time, another cloud fruit flew out, causing the enemy who originally attacked them to divert their attention.

Lu Haochu was at the edge of the secret realm, looking at the crazy battlefield.

Someone was very lucky and picked up a cloud fruit. The next second, it was crushed into powder by various Taoist methods falling from the sky.

There are also people who are very powerful and can use Yun Guo to defeat many people, causing those around them to use rat weapons.

However, more people cannot survive for a few breaths after getting the Yun Guo. They either kill themselves on the spot and flee, or let go of the Yun Guo and wait for the opportunity.

Deaths were rare and common, and backstabbing occasionally occurred.

He Yu, the ghost-faced girl, and the old demon with a thousand corpses were watching from the edge, not moving even if a cloud fruit passed over their heads.

"The heavenly fruits given by the immortals were originally intended to inspire those with ambitions, but I didn't expect that they would end up like this."

Hearing He Yu's words, the ghost-faced girl couldn't help but laugh: "The immortal you mentioned is really kind-hearted. How can you give up such a treasure to others? Maybe there is some ulterior secret. That Yun Guoyou also saw it just now,

How could we almost fall?"

"Old woman, please be careful." He Yu's face showed a murderous look, and the shadow of the demon roc on his body was looming.

"Still angry." The ghost-faced girl took two steps back. She had been injured not long ago, and there was a high probability that she would not be able to defeat this little guy.

"I won't say it anymore, okay."

"snort!"

The Thousand Corpses Old Demon stared at the tree in the center, the greed in his eyes simply uncontrollable.

"This tree... I'm afraid it is the spiritual root of heaven and earth... It was born by the fate of heaven and earth. Last time it was a ginseng fruit tree. This is the opportunity that the Holy Mother mentioned. It is indeed a great opportunity!"

The ghost-faced girl immediately said: "Master Qian, if you don't take it, I will help you with all my strength. I just want a drink of soup."

"I can't take it. I can't afford this kind of treasure." The Thousand Corpse Old Demon shook his head, "This is the beginning of the world. There are too many treasures. I only want to get one of them. The spiritual root of heaven and earth in front of me belongs to Kunpeng.

Of the great sage.”

Until now, no one has taken advantage of the treasure that can grow Yunguo. It's not because everyone is talking about martial ethics, but because Yunhai Kunpeng is too strong. There are probably only a few people in the world who can compete with it.

Sword Immortal may be able to do it, but unfortunately the opponent has the Heavenly Sword and will not ask for anything else, let alone risk a conflict with Yunhai Kunpeng.

The third cloud fruit flew out, He Yu moved, turned into a demon roc, wrapped up the cloud fruit and ran away.

"Fellow Taoists, Yun Guo He accepted this with a smile."

"He Fang Xiaoxiao, you can take this thing!"

One person followed He Yu with a sword, and the long river of sword energy enveloped him. The two fought together, and then someone else joined to attack He Yu.

"Xiao Maotou, let me help you!"

The ghost-faced girl also joined the battlefield.

The fourth cloud fruit flew out, and the Thousand Corpse Old Demon also moved. He relied on his profound Taoist skills to get the upper hand, but he also fell into a chaotic battle.

"It's really crazy." Lu Haochu clenched his fists, unable to suppress his fear.

Suddenly, he saw a figure appear quietly at the edge of the secret realm, walking past their group.

Because it was so sudden, all the group members, including Lu Haochu, were stunned. For a while, they did not confirm who the visitor was and could not confirm it.

Who is he? The secret realm is obviously closed, how did he get in?

Lu Haochu opened his eyes wide and finally saw the man's back clearly.

The man is less than 1.8 meters tall and has a thin build. He is wearing a faded T-shirt and jeans with some mud on his feet. The red plastic bag he is holding is very conspicuous.

He walked through the battlefield like this, ignoring the corpses on the ground, ignoring the deadly Taoist magic above his head, and ignoring everyone as he walked step by step towards the cloud fruit tree in the center.

The steps are as leisurely as a cart, and like a dragon playing in the water.
Chapter completed!