I Have a City in a Different World

Compared with the strength of the Southern Alliance monks, these pursuers in Northern Xinjiang are weaker, but they have an advantage in numbers.

With the momentum of victors, they pursued madly from behind. Even though their strength was slightly inferior, they still frightened the Southern Alliance monks and fled in panic.

In secular wars, something like this has also happened. There were only a dozen soldiers, but they were able to capture hundreds of enemy soldiers.

Before the pursuit, the Northern Xinjiang monks had expected that there would be a battle, but it was definitely not what they saw in front of them.

The unknown monks from Loucheng turned out to be more ferocious than the Southern Alliance monks, like a pack of evil wolves snatching food.

Not only is the fighting style fierce, but the magic weapon is also extremely powerful. Rune chains wander around, tying the monks from Northern Xinjiang into long strings.

The clothes were in tatters, the body was charred and cracked, and the face was full of despair.

They felt the same at this moment, and finally understood why the captured Southern Alliance monks seemed to have just escaped from a pit of fire.

If it were a guy with low strength, he would probably have pissed all over the place and made a fool of himself in public.

The monks in the northern border of the realm of refining the gods also experienced what despair was. Facing this group of monks who covered their heads and faces like wolves and tigers, they were crushed by one side.

Zaku, who acted as the leader, was targeted and was robbed by Du Huo and Lu Yun in public.

"Don't even think about taking away my hard work!"

"Haha, everyone relies on their abilities, why should they let you go?"

When the two monks were fighting, they were still bickering, completely ignoring the robbed Zaku.

"asshole!"

This kind of treatment like a treasure, being scorned and fought over, almost made Zaku vomit blood in anger.

In the end, the poisonous fire succeeded. He screamed happily and put the confinement ring around the opponent's neck.

He threw it away from a distance and fell into the mud pit under the city wall, determined to humiliate this talented monk from Northern Xinjiang.

Zhagu, whose cultivation was imprisoned, was driven crazy by this humiliation. He struggled to get up from the mud pit and watched helplessly as the monks from Northern Xinjiang were being captured one after another.

"Just wait for me, and I will get back this revenge a hundredfold!"

Zaku gritted his teeth, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was looking forward to the arrival of reinforcements.

A group of Loucheng residents appeared, holding large-caliber rifles in their hands, and pulled Zaku out of the mud pit.

Seeing himself covered in mud and looking embarrassed, Zaku's anger rushed into his heart again.

"You bunch of despicable ants, I will make you pay the price and cry out for mercy in despair and pain!"

The residents of Loucheng who captured him sneered and kicked him to the ground.

"You've already become a prisoner, and you still dare to be so arrogant. It seems that you have suffered too little."

Zaku was furious. He had never been so humiliated before. He jumped up from the ground and was about to fight back.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he took two steps, the confinement ring took effect immediately, and high-voltage current traveled throughout his body.

The unbearable itching pain swam in the depths of his mind, causing Zaku to wail in pain.

He never thought that when his cultivation level was not there, he would be so unbearable in the face of torture.

After falling to the ground and twitching for a full minute, Zaku finally stood up with difficulty.

The previous arrogance and domineering attitude was gone at this moment, and was replaced by a gloomy expression.

This arrogant and arrogant guy finally realized his situation and no longer dared to speak arrogantly.

Without the practitioner taking action, any Daqi soldier could chop him into pieces with a knife.

A good man does not suffer immediate losses, but keeps his hatred deep in his heart, and will come back with a thousandfold revenge in the future.

Zhagu looked through the autumn water at this moment, hoping that reinforcements would arrive quickly to rescue him from the sea of ​​misery.

But what he saw was a scene of Northern Xinjiang monks running around with their heads in their hands, being defeated and captured in a one-sided manner.

"Why haven't you come yet? Come quickly, otherwise it will be too late..."

Zaku prayed secretly, but there was a trace of panic in his heart.

From the time he was born to the time he became a monk, everything went smoothly. Even when the two camps went to war, he made military exploits more than once.

He was extremely arrogant and thought that he must become famous all over the world.

Now that he is a prisoner and facing the threat of death, fear arises spontaneously.

Just as Zaku was praying secretly, a roar suddenly came from the distance, and the sound was like thunder.

"If you dare to attack the Northern Xinjiang monks, you are seeking death!"

Zhagu suddenly turned around and almost cried with joy.

The long-awaited reinforcements have finally arrived, damn Loucheng monks, it’s finally time for you to pay your debts.

As soon as his smile appeared, it suddenly became stiff and he stared blankly at the sky in the distance.

In the direction of the reinforcements, a strange scene suddenly appeared in the sky, and a huge thing of unknown origin burst through the clouds.

Like a city, suspended above the clouds.

Countless thick and long pipes all point to the earth, releasing an oppressive aura.

In the next second, fire erupted from the rune tube, and a dull sound could be heard.

Even the most violent thunder was not as dense as the sound at this moment, as if the sky would be completely torn apart.

The ground shook, but it really shattered, and there were violent explosions.

Although I have not witnessed it with my own eyes, I can imagine that the scene must be like purgatory.

The monks on both sides of the enemy and our side were attracted by this apocalyptic scene and stared into the distance with their mouths open.

Waves of strong wind hit, causing the branches to sway wildly, mixed with the smell of flames and flesh.

The furious voice from before has now disappeared. I don’t know whether it was a hasty escape or being swallowed up by the terrifying thunder and flames.

Duhuo Zhenren, who had won two big victories in a row and was very proud of himself, had a dull face under his helmet.

He had never seen this kind of attack that could be called a divine punishment before, and it was simply terrifying to the extreme.

Faced with this kind of natural punishment attack, no matter how well prepared he was, he would probably end up being shattered to pieces.

Even a city would inevitably be razed to the ground in a short time in the face of such a horrific attack.

Sure enough, apart from them, Loucheng has other means of attack to deal with more powerful enemies.

The previous fierce roar was mixed with the aura of the monk's realm, and he was obviously a master of perfect god-refining.

There are obviously more than one Northern Xinjiang reinforcements of this strength. Once the opponent arrives on the battlefield, a third fierce battle will inevitably begin.

However, they may not be able to win this war, even if they are well-equipped.

Even if they barely win, more monks from Northern Xinjiang will arrive one after another in the coming time.

The war between the north and the south that just ended is likely to be reignited again, and the opponents in northern Xinjiang will also become Loucheng.

Under normal circumstances, things would inevitably develop like this, unless Lou Cheng had other means to forcibly reverse the crisis.

Master Lu Yun and other monks had thought about this matter before and speculated that Loucheng might send strong men to scare Northern Xinjiang.

They guessed the beginning correctly, but they guessed the pattern wrongly. Lou Cheng's method turned out to be so shocking.

They had no way of determining whether the scene in the sky was an illusion or reality, but they knew that the attacks on the ground were definitely not adulterated.

The explosion lasted for more than ten seconds, but it felt extremely long.

The moment the explosion ended, Master Lu Yun was the first to rush out and headed straight for the explosion site ahead.

Whether it was to take the opportunity to beat up the drowned dog, or to observe the battle scene, they decided that they had to go there.

Duhuo Zhenren followed closely behind, and at the same time he yelled at Lu Yun, "Old Dog". This guy is always the fastest when it comes to taking advantage.

The other captive monks followed closely behind and were ready for battle.

It didn't take long for the monks to arrive at the explosion site, and they were immediately stunned by the sight in front of them.

The earth was in a mess, the vegetation had disappeared, leaving only scorched earth everywhere, and no breath of life could be felt at all.

Almost an entire city is covered in such a tragic scene, like the scorched earth of purgatory.

The monks who were deeply shocked quickly came to their senses and started searching on the scorched earth battlefield again.

Encountering such a terrifying attack, it is impossible for the enemy to escape unscathed. Either they have been wiped out, or they are seriously injured and hiding.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for them to discover that a group of Northern Xinjiang cultivators were hiding under the scorched earth.