"Tens of thousands of monsters, plus thirteen Nascent Soul monsters, it seems that the monster clan is bound to win this battle." Wu Xuechuan stood not far from the old man and said calmly.
Master Li frowned slightly and said in a low voice: "Four late stages, eight mid-stages, and Qilin Zhengmai, it's a bit tricky."
"Du Zhenren, is this Qilin monster the one who destroyed your body?" Ding Zhenren, who was as weak as a willow tree, asked softly as if he was frightened.
A fierce look flashed across Du Zhen's face, and he replied sharply: "That's right. The tyranny of this monster's physical body is the only one Du has seen in his life. It can be said that it is flawless and round, and its punches and kicks are extremely powerful, and it can overcome all obstacles." .”
Qu Yi stared closely at the young man in golden robes, his robes moving without any wind, and his eyes filled with fighting spirit.
Master Chu glanced at Qu Yi and asked with a smile: "Brother Qu, is he interested in this demon?"
Before Qu Yi could reply, Master Feng spoke up first: "Old man Qilin wants it."
Qu Yi withdrew his gaze and glanced at Zhenren Feng, his contempt clearly visible.
Master Feng raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile: "Why, Master Qu still wants to try the old man's weight?"
Sizhenren interrupted at this time: "You two masters should think about how to deal with this battle. These formations cannot stop the thirteen Nascent Soul demons and tens of thousands of monsters from joining forces."
"Second Master, please be at peace." Wu Xuechuan said with a slight smile: "We will deal with the big demon in the later stage. For the other demon cultivators, you, Master Ding and the True Demon of Hehuan will each fight one, and the rest will be left to Master Du to take care of." Can."
Upon hearing this, Master Du sneered: "Is Master Wu kidding? Now that Du is seriously injured and in a state of decline, how can he deal with five people of the same level at the same time?"
Wu Xuechuan smiled and said nothing, but Master Li said calmly: "Master Du, there is no need to say such false words at this time. I will give you a share of the Kirin True Blood."
After finishing speaking, regardless of Zhenren Feng's reaction, he continued without squinting: "If Zhenren Feng thinks that he can kill a great demon of the same level with the Qilin lineage by himself, then he will think that Li is talking nonsense. , Everyone has a destiny, life or death, everyone depends on their ability."
The old man's face was gloomy, his thoughts were spinning, and then he snorted heavily, which was regarded as an agreement.
Du Zhenren chuckled, and several blood shadows rose into the air from the Blood Clothes Sect station, and merged into the body in a flash, and then the blood light exploded, the whole body was filled with bright aura, and the momentum surged, and there was no sign of serious injury at all.
the other side.
The young man in golden robe looked around for a moment, then finally looked away, and then said calmly without looking back: "砠影, Xuan Shuang, Zhu Gang, Huo Mei'er,"
The four people should claim to be there, but they are a man in green robes, with a thin figure and an ethereal look; a girl in white clothes and bare feet, with a look like ice and a face like frost; a strong and muscular man, half shirtless, with bulging muscles like cast steel ; A charming young woman in a gauze skirt, red lips and a beautiful nose, and almond-shaped eyes.
"The formation restrictions are complicated. You and I will follow my king to intercept the killing tribes and overhaul them, while the rest will lead the beasts to break the formation."
Before he finished speaking, he saw five Jinghong flying out from the formation, attacking the five monsters separately.
The young man's eyes narrowed, and he punched out flatly. Golden flames came out of his hand at a slow speed. A cyclone in the center appeared and disappeared, and the surrounding light and shadow were blurred. Wherever it passed, ripples seemed to appear in the void.
Hun Ying's big sleeves swelled, throwing out a ball of green energy that went straight up to Qingming, and in an instant it turned into blue clouds that covered the sky. Then there was a strong wind and thunder, and the blades of light were like rain, forming a purple torrent and falling from the sky.
Xuan Shuang opened his mouth and spat out a flash of extremely blue, shaped like flames and ice crystals, faintly swaying in front of him.
Zhu Gang took out the double-edged axe, raised it above his head, and cut out a wave of moon-white light with a low cry.
Huo Meier's eyes were red, and six phantoms appeared behind her, like the long tail of a spirit fox. In a flash of fire, they turned into six charming girls who settled in the void, looking at each other and smiling.
The remaining eight demons retreated several miles away with a tacit understanding, waiting for the beast tide army.
Starlight suddenly appeared, the sword rang loudly, and the curved steps were imaginary on the waves. The sword energy was like the sea, vast and powerful, colliding with the waves of light, stirring up thousands of sparks.
Master Chu held a mutton-fat jade vase above his head, and the mysterious water gurgled. In a blink of an eye, it turned into a mighty river, rolling upwards. The wind and thunder were swaying, the Milky Way was raging, and the sky was divided into two parts. The two were entangled and collided, making it difficult to distinguish high from low.
Wu Xuechuan held the blue and white spiritual flame in his hand, facing Xuan Shuang from a distance, hundreds of feet apart.
Master Li stopped for a moment in front of Huo Mei'er. Before he could stand still, there was a faint sound in his ears and a delicate fragrance in his nose. Then he saw six girls who didn't know how to cross the hundred-foot void and came closer.
Master Li's thoughts changed rapidly, and a thick black curtain suddenly rose up. At the same time, the black robe rolled up and turned into dark red magic armor covering his whole body, filled with evil aura and ferociousness.
Unexpectedly, the six girls looked like nothingness and regarded the light curtain magic armor as nothing. They passed through it while laughing and disappeared directly into its body.
Master Li trembled all over, then his limbs became stiff, his eyes gradually lost their light, like a walking corpse, and the protective light curtain also disappeared.
With a chuckle, Huo Meier's body was like a weak willow, and she walked like a spring breeze. In a few steps, she arrived in front of Master Li. Her jade-like fingers lightly traced the magic armor, and her eyes were full of energy.
Suddenly, his complexion changed drastically, he tapped his toes, and shook his clothes to leave. At the same time, he made hand seals with his bare hands and covered himself with layers of protection. However, a jet-black devil's hand was faster than lightning and pinched his neck. The protective light curtain was like paper and collapsed at the touch.
Huo Mei'er couldn't help but feel her body become weak as the huge force rolled in like a tide. Several indescribable cold breaths invaded her body, causing her body to wander and stagnate, and the movement of her magic power was also stagnated.
Looking at Master Li again, he was already a three-foot-long demon god, with demonic flames rising all over his body, and his eyes were clear. Opening his mouth, he spat out a palm-sized transparent crystal bead and hung it in front of him. There were six charming girls trapped inside, with their hands and feet curled up and their expressions delicate.
"You're just trying to mess up my six-desire demon body with your charming skills?" The demon said, his voice was like a loud bell, buzzing, and then he flicked the crystal beads to pieces with one finger.
Huo Meier's expression suddenly became sluggish, and a strange blush appeared on her face. Then she was surrounded by demonic flames, and within a few breaths, she disappeared in the raging black flames.
"How to replace the calamity?" Master Li's body returned to normal, and he snorted coldly, but he saw a beautiful figure in the distance turning from virtual to real, with a graceful figure and a sad expression. Who could it be if it wasn't Huo Mei'er?
As for Feng Zhenren, he still used his magic power and used a ghost claw to meet the golden flames.
After a heart-wrenching scream, the ghost claw exploded and turned into a dark ghost mist; the flame shrank by nearly half, but its power did not decrease much, and it still attacked Feng Zhenren unstoppably.
The old man's eyes twitched when he saw this, and he shouted in a low voice: "Duh!"
The ghost mist twisted and gathered like a spiritual snake, and instantly turned into a huge ghost face, swallowing the flames in one gulp, then smiled arrogantly, and pounced on the boy.
After just a moment, the grimace stopped, and the body swelled uncontrollably, finally turning into wisps of smoke and dissipating with a loud noise.
The fight was like a rabbit rising and a falcon falling, but it was evenly matched. The two parties paused for a while, and their magical powers came back!
Suddenly, green feathers filled the sky, the Milky Way blocked out the sun, swords and axes competed with each other, ice chilies, fire and phoenixes fought, there were even shadows and foxes whose life and death were unpredictable, and gods, humans, gods and ghosts fought at close range.
The ten people were divided into five groups and gradually fought and drifted away. In a radius of a hundred miles, the heaven and earth shook, and vitality boiled.
Yuan Qing stared blankly at the fight in the sky. He felt his blood boiling all over his body and his chest was filled with heroic spirit. Especially the swordsmanship of Qu Yi made his thoughts soar. However, he was soon brought back from his thoughts by a low shout.
"coming!"
Smoke and dust filled the air, and the beast tide was less than a mile away from the formation. Eight Nascent Soul demon cultivators were hovering low in the sky, looking up and down at the formation.
At this moment, a dazzling blood rainbow shot out, turning into a scarlet blood cloud several miles in size, and suddenly fell.
The momentum of the beast tide stopped, and the Eight Demons and countless other demon beasts were covered by the blood cloud before they could react. They rolled up and floated away.
The blood cloud gradually became smaller and smaller, and in just a few breaths, it was only a hundred feet in diameter, but its color became thicker and thicker.
Three rays of light, one gray and two green, came out through the clouds, and three figures, one man and two women, appeared. The aura around them was dim and their expressions were sad.
The three demons were not yet stable, and three more rays of light were seen coming out of the floating peak. They were Master Sizhen, Master Ding, and an indistinguishable young man.
Sizhen's head hangs from an ancient eight-sided mirror, and bright light shines; Ding Zhen's mouth spits out embroidered silver needles, which are divided into millions; the stunning young man transforms into black and white, rampaging all the way. Along the way, monsters either split and die, or their flesh and blood shrink and turn into A mummy.
Seeing this, the three demons mobilized their magic power and were about to attack. Suddenly, they felt their blood surge, and their blood essence seemed to be coming out of their bodies uncontrollably. They had no choice but to withdraw their magical power and use their power to suppress it.
After several wails, blood spilled into the sky. A gray-haired flying squirrel, a white-spotted wolf spider and a colorful moth flew hundreds of feet upside down. The demon body turned and fled away, but at the critical moment, the three demons appeared. He took a hard blow.
The two masters Si and Ding looked at each other, took up the light, and followed closely behind.
In black and white, he is still a stunningly beautiful young man, his cheeks are as red as drinking mellow wine. He looked at the monster below, then at Si and Ding who were walking away, with a playful look on his face, and after a brief pause, he also chased after them.
As soon as the three demons left, the beasts were suddenly leaderless, patrolling in place, hesitating, and the demon beasts in the pill-forming stage even rose into the air, looking around.
Suddenly, I don’t know where the sound of drums came from, and it was like a military formation charging into battle, with a strict rhythm. When the beasts heard this, no matter what their level, they all rushed towards the formation with blood-red eyes, like crazy demons.
Not long after, the sound of the drums suddenly changed, varying in severity and disorder, like a child dancing wildly. The previous strength of the drum was gone.
Dozens of miles away, on a desert cliff, a large drum about ten feet tall stood upright in the wind, with a black face and a red body, like a giant demon eye.
There are two beasts in front of the drum, a demonic wolf with a green back and a white tiger with dazzling eyes. They are both three feet in size and have extraordinary steeds.
Above the head of the demon wolf, a small beast the size of a civet cat was tapping the drum head with its furry little paws, with great interest.
Next to the demon wolf, a tall man of one foot and two feet, half naked, holding a mallet, with a wry smile on his face.
.......
Above the sea of clouds and below the celestial pole, a purple leaf floats leisurely in the air like a boat.
There are three people above the purple leaves. They are a middle-aged man with sword-shaped eyebrows and red eyes, wearing a red gold robe, with a stern face, not angry and intimidating; a beautiful Taoist nun, with a face like jade, an aura like an orchid, a half-twisted bun, and green silk hair. waterfall; and a girl in blue, with eyes like flowing clouds and eyebrows like distant mountains, with an ethereal temperament and a cold expression.
It was Ao Lie, Qingye and Zhu Ling'er.
There is a cloud-patterned water mirror standing in the center of the three people. The battle in Beiliang is clearly reflected in the mirror. Humans, demons, bans, and formations are all like palms, and even the words of the Nascent Souls of the two tribes are clearly distinguishable.
Seeing the stunning young man leaving, Qingye waved his dust and closed the water mirror magical power.
Zhu Ling'er asked in confusion: "Uncle Master, why did you receive your magical powers?"
"The battle situation has been decided, there is no need to look further." Qingye replied calmly.
Seeing that Zhu Ling'er was more doubtful, Qingye smiled slightly, but stopped talking. He shot a magic spell at Ziye and then closed his eyes and wandered away. Instead, Ao Lie said softly: "My master, I don't know. Although the battle situation at this moment seems to be... Even though they are evenly matched, the demon clan will definitely win.”
"I would like to hear the details." Zhu Ling'er replied with a slight bow.
After returning the gift, Ao Lie said, "The young man in golden robe is named Yu Kun. He possesses the Qilin lineage. He cultivated to the peak of Yuanying more than a thousand years ago. He became a god in a matter of seconds. His combat power is terrifying, his status is respected, and he can be said to be transformed." The first man under God.”
"Only three people of the same rank can't contain such a person. To fight against the old man of the human race is tantamount to seeking death. Once a great monk dies, the situation of the battle will change immediately, not to mention that the true demon of Hehuan has already turned against him. , internal and external troubles, how can the human race be invincible?"
After hearing this, Zhu Ling'er fell into deep thought, with a lingering look of worry on her brows.
"Yuanqing..."
