Zhang Shenling asked the tribesmen at Nanzeguan to obey Zhao Jingmu's orders, and Zhao Jingmu's orders were also very simple.
"Slay the demons."
As soon as the words fell, figures flew into the sky one after another. They were all foundation-building monks from various families.
"There is a formation on the ship, so don't worry too much." Zhang Junxiu comforted him when he saw Zhang Qing lowering his head and looking at the Zhang family members on the ship.
"It doesn't matter."
Zhang Qing's eyes turned cold as he looked at the demons around him. The flames spread from his body and he rushed towards a demon that was lying on the ground with no hair or armor.
In an instant, the two collided, and the demon's roar and the scorching air waves of flames spread in all directions.
Zhang Qing raised his spear again, and the flames hovered around him like a dragon, and continued to fall amidst the panic.
boom! ! !
The already wet land had turned into a muddy swamp due to the huge waterspouts. The moment Zhang Qing's shot landed, the entire ground sank, and the terrifying high-temperature flames burned the pits to an extremely dry state.
The demon died without any accident, Zhang Qing flew into the sky without looking at it, and continued to fight with the other demon.
The flames burned a flight path behind him, and weaker demons would be set on fire if they touched it.
The ten-foot-high flaming sky will slaughter the surrounding demons in the most violent fighting method. This is not the picture of Zhang Qing alone, but the fighting method of all Zhang family foundation-building monks.
In the sky, the red fairy fire illuminated a large area, causing the weaker immortal cultivating forces to begin to move closer to the Zhang family.
In fact, the battlefield quickly turned into several areas, basically surrounding the three major families and the Lingyue Chamber of Commerce.
The blood in his body boiled, Zhang Qing roared, and the flames spread forward with his gaze, piercing a giant bird. This scene made Zhang Qing's heart become hotter and hotter.
The violence brought by the flames was affecting his heart little by little, making him closer to perfect fighting instincts.
Beside him, eight flaming heavenly soldiers condensed, following Zhang Qing, constantly fighting against the demons that rushed towards him without fear of death.
Finally, Zhang Qing's low roar turned into a demon-like roar, and the red flames on his body became extremely deep. The vast sea of fire centered on Zhang Qing and spread to all sides.
An elder of the Zhang Family Foundation Establishment was also covered in flames, but the moment the flames came into contact with the redness spreading from Zhang Qing, he also shouted loudly, the flames on his body were red, and his breath became violent.
The flames seemed to have fuel and spread faster.
Not long after, shouts and shouts resounded throughout the sky, and red flames replaced the sky like an ocean. The monks of the Zhang family stood among them like gods and demons.
resonance.
This was the most violent fighting method of the Zhang family, and it was completely detonated on the battlefield by Zhang Qing.
When he was in Chihu, he used it to resist the Jinlan Sect's attack. Zhang Qing could only stay below and watch blankly, but now he triggered it himself.
Feeling the power roaring inside him, his mana was resenting him, asking why he wasn't already in the middle of a fight.
"Hahahaha!" Amidst the laughter, the heavenly soldiers on both sides of Zhang Qing had already taken the initiative to kill the surrounding demons, and Zhang Qing also stabbed out the spear in his hand at this moment.
Wails came from the void, and a ferocious big fish was pierced by the flames. The end of the flames was hundreds of meters away. Dozens of demons that could fly were burned to death along the way.
Nine big suns condensed around Zhang Qing, and the next moment a dazzling explosion shook the entire battlefield. Everyone saw the dazzling light of the nine big suns, and then monsters descended like rain.
In the violent sea of fire, every Zhang family monk is fighting like this. On a large-scale battlefield, the Zhang family is always the most dazzling group of people.
In contrast, on the Shui family's side, although there are ghosts to help, shocking and spectacular scenes cannot appear in the Shui family's water-attribute spells.
No matter what, with the continuous waterspouts around them, it would be difficult for the Shui family's magic to surpass them.
The Lingyue Chamber of Commerce was not much different. They looked at the Zhang family's sea of fire battlefield where flames continued to fall, and many people showed envy.
Many of them come from the Million Mountains, and their fighting methods are similar to the Zhang Family's foundation building.
Fire dragons flew out from the flames around Zhang Qing, roaring and rushing towards the demons. Each fire dragon was the power of Zhang Qing's blow, and as a power in the late stage of foundation building, most demons could not withstand such terror. strength.
Glancing at the battlefield in the distance, Zhao Jingmu was blocked by the thunder and strong wind, unable to move. Wang Changsheng and several golden lotus species around him were also targeted again by the demons that disappeared before.
"Something is not good." He didn't know how strong Zhao Jingmu was, but Zhao Jingmu had already failed once last time, and now there was another demon.
Now it is no longer whether Zhao Jingmu can solve the problem of the water owl dragon, but whether he will die here.
Zhang Qing looked back again and saw that the escape route for these thousands of people had been cut off. If Zhao Jingmu died here, then most of the people here would also die.
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Jinlan Sect.
Compared with the three or five kinds of golden lotus in the south, the sky above the Jinlan Mountains is much more lively, and there is also a demonic mist that no one is familiar with hovering above the head, surrounded layer by layer by a sea of clouds. The sky of Jinlan Sect.
In the midst of the boundless dark demonic mist, only a blade-like ray of sunlight penetrated directly over the palaces of the Jinlan Sect.
In the demon mist, demons struggled to endure their inner mania and desire to kill.
But they don't dare.
Finally, the wind and thunder rolled deep in the demonic mist, and a red-crowned white crane stood at the boundary between the demonic mist and the sun, looking down at the Jinlan Sect below.
Lord Yunshan is always proud and noble. He lowers his head slightly, and all the light of Jinlan Sect is dimmed.
With a roar, countless demons from all directions followed, letting out their most bloodthirsty roars, and then launched a charge towards the majestic sect.
Before countless monsters charged, a pillar of golden light spread from the inside of Jinlan Sect to the outside. In the blink of an eye, it arrived outside the mountain gate, blocking all the monsters outside.
"Protect the sect!" Read the book
Along with a cold shout, a series of shouts rang out from the Jinlan Sect.
"Gu Zong!!!"
"Gu Zong!!!"
"Gu Zong!!!"
Millions of sword lights hovered in the sky above Jinlan Sect. Airships rose into the sky, and figures flew out of the sect to kill in all directions. The Qi Practitioner who was already standing in his position looked nervously at the hundred meters. An army of demons swarmed from outside.
A hundred miles away from Jinlan Sect, Zhang Shenling was sitting on the top of the mountain, calmly sipping the tea in his hand.
Opposite him, the snow-white Yunshanjun stretched out his wings gracefully and controlled the tea into his belly like a human.
