The monks in the chariot began to recite mantras with the dragon clan. Each person's spiritual power was different. Under the action of the formation, the mantras recited by these monks quickly overlapped with the dragon clan monks on the chariot, forming strange syllables. The seven dragon clan monks recited together, and seven short sounds burst out.

The monks who were thrown into the battlefield turned into blood mist, but most of them survived.

The spell was completed, and the blood mist formed seven huge dragon spells in the air, merged together, emitting endless glory. It seemed as if a sun was born. The newly appeared dragon clan above caught the surviving monk with a wave of his hand and sent it into his war space.

He originally sent out more than 5,000 monks, but in one battle he died more than 2,000.

Ye Ting silently calculated that the more than two thousand dead monks killed almost fifteen times the enemy.

The monks have an absolute advantage in the face of the fallen gods. If the dragon tribe releases all the monks in the chariot, they can almost win this victory. However, more people will die that will start at least 100,000.

The Dragon Clan sacrificed two thousand monks, allowing the rune light in front of her to illuminate the earth. Almost all the fallen gods were shrouded in it, and the voices of the Dragon Clan monks resounded throughout the sky.

Ye Ting understood their final will to condense the runes, with only two words - destruction.

Words follow the law?

Ye Ting was glad that his Taixu Divine Mirror recorded everything and could deeply analyze the meaning of these two dragon runes. In the future, if he encountered an enemy with this ability, he might save his life.

The shock waves spread in all directions, and only a few people could see this scene. The fallen gods fell one after another under the truth of destruction and were taken away from their lives.

Ye Ting also understood the tactics of the dragon monks at this time. These seven chariots broke into the middle of the enemy, forming a safe area, and then threw the monks who were preparing for the blood sacrifice into it.

Then the dragon monks launched the Destruction Mantra and the battle ended.

There were also many surviving Fallen Gods. Seven chariots scattered and slaughtered around. The Fallen Gods had no intention of escaping, so they surrounded them and repeatedly attacked the Dragon Clan's chariots.

The battle is not that complicated, and the number of the fallen gods is no longer enough to threaten the dragon clan monks. In the chariot space, the dragon clan monks commanded the summoned monks to activate the true energy and input it into the formation. The chariot began to release spell attacks outside.

The Fallen Gods have extremely low resistance to spells, and even the spells of foundation-building monks can cause huge damage to them.

Having said that, the dragon clan summoned quite a lot of monks this time, and if only two thousand were sacrificed, it would not be considered cruel. I am afraid that this is the reason why the dragon clan can maintain its rule. The number of monks sacrificed in each war is not too many. The normal fighting style will lead to more casualties.

This direct sacrifice of the monks and the method of blood sacrifice to reduce the mortality rate to the limit, but the two thousand monks were really helpless and they had no choice.

The dragon clan's chariots galloped back and forth, never stayed somewhere, and the fallen gods swarmed up. However, they could not form a real siege. The dragon clan's armor was excellent, but the number of the fallen gods was still huge. It was inevitable that there would be times when they were injured. The wounds of the dragon clan monks recovered astonishingly. In less than a breath, no matter what kind of injuries they were, they could be collected and repaired, allowing the dragon clan monks to maintain the highest combat power.

I really don’t know how to capture the dragon clan. If I want to capture such a dragon clan, I have to have the strength of Elder Lan to have hope.

Suddenly, the dragon clan leader in the sky roared, and silver lights burst out from his body and sprinkled towards the battlefield. Ye Ting heard a hint of urgency in the long roar.

In the distant sky, powerful pressure came, as if the sea water was pouring back, coming leisurely.

boom!

Seven chariots were smashed onto the earth with a tough slam, and only the dragon clan was still flying in the sky. A figure flew out from outside the horizon, with the sound of an air explosion, thunderously.

Through the chariot, the figure was as blurred as a cloud of water mist. No one could see the true appearance of this figure. He was as tall as a normal human, only a little taller than Ye Ting, and could not see anything else.

The blurry shadow confronted the dragon clan in the sky. The dragon clan monks each had a long straight sword in their hands, and the sword that was nearly two feet long emitted a strange aura, as if absorbing the resentment between heaven and earth.

The dead lives on the battlefield were repeatedly cursing the dragon monks, but they were quickly absorbed by these two long swords.

Blade of resentment!

The dragon clan is indeed a powerful race, chariot, blood sacrifice, and dragon weapons, which have opened Ye Ting's eyes.

The Taixu Divine Mirror was unable to see the flying enemies clearly because it was separated by a chariot. In the sky, the dragon monk held a knife in his hands and said to the fallen god in front of him: "Give up this star."

"Dream, this is our last home!"

"You can choose to surrender, otherwise I will kill you all and sacrifice your soul to the Dragon God."

"Haha, my clan has 400 billion yuan. Can you kill them all?"

The dragon clan in the sky said proudly: "The dragon god is coming, and it can be killed even if it is a hundred times more. I will give you this choice now to make you surrender and ensure that your clan can continue."

"Be your slave and continue to fight against the outside world?"

"What's wrong with it? Our dragon clan is rare, and in the end, these worlds are all slaves like you who occupy the majority. What is the loss to you if you nominally surrender?"

"Haha! What losses do we have? The betrayal of the Demon God back then made us lose the possibility of eternal life and imprisoned on this star. We have paid the price and will never surrender to anyone anymore."

"It's so stubborn, okay..."

The dragon clan monks intertwined their swords and pushed them forward flatly. The red light emitted from the two swords formed interlaced runes, just like scissors, and they were cut towards the fallen gods in front of them.

The only two of them were left in the sky, and the dragon chariot on the ground restarted and fought with the fallen gods who fell.

This is just a small battlefield. On the stars, there are more dragon chariots fighting with endless fallen gods. The dragon gentry is an invader, and the number is not large, but so far, no dragon clan has died in battle.

More importantly, the only ones who came from the Dragon Clan's enslaved monks seemed to be Ye Ting's group.

In other words, the dragon clan may occupy more than one star, otherwise it would not provide so many monks at all.

Nagarjuna was right next to Ye Ting, and she cooperated with the orders of the dragon monk without saying a word. She didn't even raise her eyelids, but just half-closed her eyes.

Ye Ting had a break, but she was quite looking forward to capturing a dragon clan and becoming a slave.

There are nine nests around the monster space. If a creature like the Dragon Clan has a strong combat power, her own combat power can be doubled.

It is almost an instinct for demons like Long Bodhi to enslave other creatures. Almost never had anyone fought desperately like Nagarjuna. There was a reason for her timidity. Such innate ability made Long Bodhi not need to fight by herself.

Not to mention the dragon clan, the powerful dragon Bodhi can even enslave gods and immortals.

The enslaved creatures are willing to regard Nagarjuna as their master, everything about him, and the supreme existence. Now in Nagarjuna's nest, the queen of ant has begun to create soldiers and ants to provide power for Nagarjuna.

At the beginning of its birth, this soldier ant has the strength to be close to the great monster. If it produces wings, it is equivalent to the human golden elixir disaster. After all the armor grows, it will be similar to the Dragon Tree. When all the demon patterns grow, it will take a hundred years, and Dragon Tree doesn't know what strength it will have.

This is the first soldier ant. The soldier ants cultivated later are not as strong, but they have little investment.

The natural ability allows Nagarjuna to enslave nine races for her to serve her, as long as she can afford it. Moreover, these races that live in the nests she provides will never betray them.

The dragon clan became the target of Nagarjuna. There is no way to cultivate too many warriors in the nest, but if the races born in these nests are left outside, the descendants born will still obey Nagarjuna's orders.

Yang Mei lowered her head and sneered.

The Dragon Clan is really arrogant, but this group of dragon clans is in trouble. The cultivators they control have penetrated their own strength, and all the seven Dragon Clan warriors were hit.

Just wait slowly. If you see who is unlucky, you will explode first. The ghost talismans in the bodies of the other six dragon clan monks will explode and concentrate on one dragon clan monk.

The dragon clan monks who can control chariots are all elites among the elites. If one dies, the dragon clan will suffer huge losses.

As long as one dies, the last little ghost will grow up and then give birth to her first magic weapon. The Six Paths of Heavenly Secrets can cultivate six magic weapons, so she has not practiced the ten ways to go to the door.

The cumbersomeness of the six realms of heaven itself is many times more complicated than Ye Ting’s ten methods of visiting the door. It is also extremely difficult to cultivate magic weapons, but I didn’t expect to make a breakthrough in the dragon clan.

If it weren't for this, she wouldn't have sacrificed her twenty monks.

The battle in the sky was extremely fierce. The Fallen Gods were good at close combat. The dragons were extremely sharp. The mist surrounding the body of the Fallen Gods was cut by the double swords and could not be closed.

Through the Taixu Divine Mirror, Ye Ting could only see more and more gaps in the fog. Almost half an hour later, the dragon clan monk released his swords and cut them in a flash. Then he fitted and pounced on him, grabbed the wound on the abdomen of the fallen god clan with both hands and tore it hard.

The entire sky turned red, and the powerful people of the Fallen Gods were torn to pieces by him.

On the dragon chariot, the commander quickly changed his commands. The chariot fled to the distance. The red ones pressed down from the sky, the flames on the earth were extinguished, the ground began to corrode, turning into gray-black mud.
Chapter completed!