All My Skills Are Picked Up

Zhou Yuan roared back.    

The spiraling dragon let out a disdainful laugh. It did not believe him at all.    

"Hehe, your Yang body is coming back. Once he comes back, even if you have the ability to reach the heavens, you won't be able to take back the northwest in time."    

The coiling dragon turned its head, seemingly unwilling to chat with Zhou Yuan anymore.    

Zhou Yuan suddenly stopped the spiraling dragon and said, "If the northwest doesn't belong to me, then I will return to Martial Tower. At that time, I want to see how you will stop the imperial court's army, thousands of deacons!"    

The dragon looked at Zhou Yuan one last time and said, "You don't need to worry about that. Zhou Yuan, you want to live, you want to return to the northwest. You have to pay the price. There's nothing else for you to take advantage of. Go, go to the depths of the Myriad Beast Mountain Range, and find that... See if he gives you a chance. Remember, there is a price to pay for everything! "    

The spiraling dragon disappeared, and Zhou Yuan clenched his fists tightly.    

Price? What price could he pay?    

Zhou Yuan turned around and looked behind him.    

Far away from the dense forest, there was a group of people. They were part of his Northwest Army.    

A light flashed across Zhou Yuan's eyes. Perhaps there were some of them.    

...    

Northwest, battlefield.    

Outside the Devil City, an army arrived.    

Lo Tian stood at the front of the army, holding the Thousand Mile Mirror in his left hand and the Saint Sword in his right hand. His cloak fluttered in the wind, and his armor was bright and bright.    

It was rare that Lo Tian did not wear the deacon's robe today.    

Today, he didn't represent the Martial Tower, but the north-western human army.    

His eyes were firm, and his back was straight.    

Lo Tian circulated his qi and took out a megaphone and started to shout.    

"Everyone, Devil City is just ahead. This was the final battle, and also the final battle. Think about your friends and family who were killed, and think about your comrades who were eaten. We have defeated the Demonic Cultivator, and now, the Devil Cultivator spectral cultivator is right in front of us. For the sake of our descendants, for the northwest, draw your sword!"    

Lo Tian raised the Saint Sword high up, and the countless soldiers behind him began roaring furiously.    

"For the northwest!"    

Lo Tian waved his big sword in front of him. "Kill!"    

With an order, the whole army charged forward.    

In this battle, there was no need for any tactics. It was just one word. "Do it!"    

The army charged forward with a loud rumble. Their crimson eyes were filled with martial energy.    

In the crowd, Fatty Zhang grabbed Lei Jian and shouted loudly, "Follow me."    

"Understood! Damn fatty, it's all up to you!"    

"Don't worry, I'm prepared!"    

Fatty Zhang, Lei Jian and the other deacons, under the cover of the charging army, quietly came to the flank.    

Lo Tian saw their movements and nodded slightly.    

In today's battle, they did not hope to break through the defense of the Devil Cultivator. As long as they could slightly open the gap in the Devil City and let Fatty Zhang and the others sneak in and destroy the sacrificial ceremony, it would be considered a victory.    

On the city wall of Devil City, countless Devil Cultivator spectral cultivators looked at the human army charging forward and felt excited and trembling.    

"Release, Evil Mist!"    

"Activate the trap!"    

"Hahaha, release the corpses! "    

Along with the shouts, the ground outside the Devil City's city walls began to wiggle.    

Immediately after, countless staggering corpses crawled out from the ground, opened their rotting mouths, and let out roars.    

The corpses in the corpse gathering place and the evil fog from the traps in the other cities had clearly all moved here.    

However, Lo Tian and the others were not afraid. With a loud voice, Lo Tian raised his hand and said, "Fire!"    

With a command, the Martial Qi Cannon opened fire first.    

What monsters, monsters, demons, and demons? Let's just blow them up first!    

All of the fear stemmed from the lack of firepower.    

Lo Tian wanted to teach these Devil Cultivators spectral cultivators a lesson, what was called firepower coverage!    

Bang! Bang! Bang!    

Countless Martial Qi Cannon bombarded crazily as if they did not need money.    

This time, Lo Tian even brought along the reserves team. He truly staked everything he had on this gamble. He used all the things he had saved up in one go.    

He was not afraid of being diligent in opening the Martial Qi Cannon, but he was afraid of people dying. The crystal stones had not been used up yet.    

"Blast it for laozi. Fulong, my, my, your vanguard. Bring up my heavy cannon. Blast it f * cking!"    

Roaring furiously, the cannon fire continued to shoot up into the sky.    

Under the cover of a round of fire, the fog of corpses was completely blown away.    

Immediately, the heavily armored cavalry charging at the front raised their shields one after another, connecting into one!    

"Attack the city carriage!"    

"Hurry up, push the biggest one over!"    

One by one, the siege chariots approached under the cover of shields. The Devil Cultivator ghost cultivators above began to crazily release devilish energy.    

"Stop them!"    

"Go into chaos, go into the poisonous gas. Ghost cultivators, control the situation!"    

Countless ghostly figures descended from the city walls and tried to control the soldiers who were pushing the siege chariots. Their goal was to destroy the siege chariots ahead of time.    

Unfortunately, these ghostly figures had just landed.    

The Shenji Crossbow arrived. The Flying Crossbow directly sprinkled a black liquid, and at the same time, there were many yellow and white objects mixed within.    

"Black dog blood!"    

"Boy piss, go!"    

All the team leaders were roaring. This was a surprise they had prepared for the ghost cultivators.    

As the black dog blood sprinkled down, countless ghost cultivators let out miserable cries.    

"How many black dogs did they kill?! If there's no business, then there's no business. Condemn him!"    

The ghost cultivators were pushed back, and the siege vehicle was getting closer and closer to the city wall.    

At this moment, another Devil Cultivator suddenly jumped down from the city wall.    

With a furious roar, its body swelled up against the wind.    

"Roar!"    

With a furious roar, the sky turned blood-red.    

In an instant, the blood moon appeared. The corpses that had been blown to pieces were now standing up again.    

"Who is this! Kill him for laozi!"    

"Boss, this is one of the Twelve Demon Chiefs, Blood Wolf!"    

"Who cares what wolf it is, take aim with the Martial Qi Cannon!"    

"Yes, blast his mother!"    

Just as Blood Wolf started to release his big move, he was drowned by a Martial Qi Cannon.    

"Don't talk about morality, I haven't even finished my posture yet!"    

Blood Wolf was blasted back repeatedly.    

At this moment, on the other side, Fatty Zhang and the others looked at the battle situation. They turned their heads. Fatty Zhang looked at Lei Jian who was behind them and said, "Everyone, the direct fire has been drawn away. It's our turn."    

"Let's go!"    

Fatty Zhang shouted. He sat on the flying ship and immediately rushed forward.    

Lei Jian and the others did not hesitate. They took out their boats one after another. Those that did not have their boats, they grabbed other people's flying ship and headed towards the side door of Devil City with ghostly screams.    

Inside the boat, Fatty Zhang began to count the things he had prepared.    

One, two, three, four. That's right, it was all his Rumbling Heaven Ball.    

This time, Fatty Zhang kneaded them into a ball and combined them together.    

Although it had never been used before, its power was definitely not any weaker than the combined attack of the Martial Qi Cannon.    

Breaking through the defense and charging into the Devil City, success or failure depended on this moment.    

He could not let Mr Lo down. Their elite team was the main force that destroyed the sacrificial ceremony.    

"It will succeed, it will definitely succeed!"    

Fatty Zhang gave himself a fierce slap to the face, ensuring that he wouldn't jinx it.    

His gaze began to turn sharp. At this moment, he was also a dignified Level 3 deacon of Martial Tower!