The changes outside the battlefield did not affect the soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield. Even if everyone was on the lottery, no one felt tired, like busy bees, shuttled back and forth.

The swamp without artillery bombardment was swallowed by the darkness, and it was pitch black in the even more violent storm. It was not that purple lightning had tear open the sky, but it was soon hidden in the darkness.

In the swamp below, there were really many monks who pretended to die. After the artillery bombing was over, they fled out through the terrain. They were all scared and even if they had the combat power, they would not dare to take action.

After the prey and hunter identity was changed, all monks hated pulling them into the Dragon Pavilion in this killing game.

During the process of fleeing in a hurry, the fear in their hearts continued to accumulate. Some people finally reached the critical point and began to collapse. In the swamp covered by darkness, some people fell and shouted out of control: "Longge has killed me!"

Then, several places cursing Long Pavilion sounded.

Yin Dong was not far away, teleporting back and forth in the swamp with a ghost-like body technique. When he heard the scolding, he stopped there, not far from the monk who was scolding.

Although he couldn't see his expression, it seemed that he had no intention of starting a move at all.

The monk also discovered him, standing still like a mechanical one, without any fighting spirit. In his hand, half of the sword with the sword tip was broken by artillery shells and dragged to the ground, blood dripping along the sword body, dripping sound.

Yin Dong, whose whole body was shrouded in darkness, was still, like a sculpture, but had an invisible momentum that made the monk feel extremely depressed.

There was a strange confrontation between the two, and he didn't hate this man who was like the demon god of hell at all, and he didn't take action directly to Yin Dong, and was grateful.

Where the two men fell to their feet was the remains of the lizards that were killed in the swamp. The lizards that originally lived in this swamp were probably extinct, and lizards were scattered around them.

"You guys, recruit soldiers, I can do anything!"

Since Yin Dong did not directly kill, the monk felt that he could save himself after he was shocked, so he asked tentatively. Damn Long Pavilion is too crooked, and the senior sects who obeyed Long Pavilion's command also had crooks in their minds. The Chinese military is more reliable. Even if he is a soldier, it is better to be a cannon fodder than to follow Long Pavilion.

"Brother Ling, is there a monk who wants to join the army? Can you accept it?" Yin Dong asked Ling Fan in the communicator for instructions. After accepting it, it was his own person. He did not let the enemy's order go without any conflict.

"If you don't accept it, but if you really surrender, you can accept it and throw it into the secret realm to kill the trialists." Anyway, there are so many disciples of the hidden holy sect in the secret realm of Gray Island, and Ling Fan feels that it's okay to have more cultivators and captives.

The sound from the communicator was so clear and pleasant in this swampy night, even if there was the interference of storms. All the monks heard of the monks had a sense of gratitude and powerlessness after surviving the disaster, and then they all rushed to express their surrender.

Soon, at Ling Fan's request, Gu Wen's loudspeaker rang again: "Those who are not dead are here to gather, surrender and not kill them! If anyone pretends to be dead, then prepare to die."

One after another, pretending to be dead

The scholar climbed up and quickly gathered towards the direction where Yin Dong was.

Ling Fan's figure flashed and landed beside Yin Dong, wiped the rain on his face, and made a very strange request: "Dongzi, get a Longyuan umbrella to block the rain, and you're addicted to smoking."

Yin Dong smiled and really used Long Yuan to condense a Long Yuan umbrella, blocking the two of them, then took the cigarette handed over by Ling Fan, took two puffs, and asked, "Next, are we going to kill directly to the capital?"

"It would be better to ask Master if there is a location for the Dragon Pavilion Nest. We must take the Dragon Pavilion and clear the ambitious guys once and for all, so as to ensure that in the next foreign war, Lan Xing will unite and be united in the foreign countries without always being wary of someone stabbing the knife in the back."

Ling Fan knew that the battlefield was under the surveillance of Donghai City, and the video of the battle situation filmed would be broadcast publicly in the capital. His words were thrown out like a deep water bomb, which would definitely detonate the entire cultivation world. It is estimated that some old monsters who are rare will be alarmed, and the situation will definitely intensify further.

In another case, Ling Fan's words would only make people in the cultivation world sneer, but now he uses the power of a one-sided massacre to make harsh words. Even the Long Pavilion Deacon, who is watching this scene through video, dare not look down on it, and his expression becomes very ugly.

Even if the deacon of Longge rationally thinks that the location of his home nest is hidden, it is difficult to find it, and with a powerful formation defense, it is impossible to be broken. But what if?

The power of the Chinese military's energy weapons can be seen in this war, and it does not guarantee that the military will have more powerful energy weapons as its trump card.

In short, the Chinese military is a lion whose strength is far underestimated. At the beginning of the natural disaster, they were just not adapted to the sharply changing world environment and were forced to withstand the suppression of the forces in the Dragon Pavilion and the cultivation world. Now they have adapted and can fight in the familiar way, showing their sharp claws and fangs.

The deacon of Longge could not sit still and glanced around. The bigwigs in the conference room ignored him, as if Ling Fan was so interesting that he looked smiling.

"Since you don't care about the Chinese military's growth and are willing to raise tigers as a disaster, then you can do whatever you want. I hope you don't have that day to regret." The deacon of Longge could no longer sit down and left with his sleeves.

Just as he went out, Yin Dong yelled: "Does go!"

Ling Fan was caught off guard and was kicked away and landed in the distance. A bright sword light appeared where he was standing just now, which was extremely dazzling in the darkness.

Almost at the same time, a blood-colored dragon shadow pounced out and hit the sword light and exploded with a bang.

Yin Dong's figure also rushed upwards, and a phantom of fire dragon behind him soared into the air, illuminating the dark air, causing a young man in white robe to appear on the flying sword.

"Is it from Dragon Pavilion... Lord Sword Saint?"

In the conference room, a big man said in a trembling voice, causing the Longge Deacon to pause, turn around suddenly, and his dark face suddenly brightened again.

The sword saint in Dragon Pavilion is not a low-level holy realm like the Winged Tiger Saint and the Black Eagle Saint. He is a peerless master at the peak of the holy realm and on the verge of breakthrough.

The deacon of the Dragon Pavilion laughed loudly, and the villain was so successful that he laughed wildly: "The Sword Saint was alarmed. The clowns of the Chinese military were about to be destroyed, but they were just a blink of an eye."

The conference room was silent.
Chapter completed!