at this time.
In an ancient city on the border of Zhongzhou, the streets, castles, and cornices are in order. You can imagine how prosperous this place used to be.
However, now, patches of black ghost mist let out a horrifying scream and surged over the street intersection, leaving corpses on the ground.
Will-o'-the-wisps soar into the sky, and demonic smoke rises everywhere.
An ancient city with a long history has turned into a sea of flames and ruins, becoming a place where demon cultivators and demons are rampant.
In the central city lord's palace of the ancient city, headed by the Seventh Demon, the Demonic Palace enshrines a team of demon cultivators as guards, surrounding the huge mansion, but also arriving, there are undead souls from the land of underworld, standing at the door.
Some of them have pale skin, rotten flesh, dark eyes, and weird postures, like corpses. Some of them have no body and are floating in the air. The places where the eyes used to be are empty and flashing with green will-o'-the-wisps.
Corresponding to the corpse clan and ghost clan respectively.
The two sides faced off in the streets. The Daxia soldiers and monks stationed in the city all retreated into the city lord's palace, trying to resist with their formations.
"These demon cultivators and demons from outside the world deserve to die! Not to mention forcefully attacking my Daxia territory, with their hands full of blood, and committing numerous crimes. How innocent these people are, why can't they attack us!"
A soldier in Daxia's army, wearing heavy armor, cursed with anger burning in his chest.
"Now that the enemy is strong and we are weak, if we act rashly, our entire army may be annihilated." A middle-aged general with a beard stood up, his calloused hands pressed on the scabbard of his sword, and he comforted them.
He is the commander of the Anbei capital and is responsible for the city defense of a state, Wang Tan.
As the commander of a state, how could he not be annoyed, but now they could only wait for reinforcements, and there was a glimmer of hope that they could report the news of the fall of this place to the empress.
Wang Tan looked around, looking at the monks in the backyard who were resting with their eyes closed and taking pills, and sighed inwardly.
The general trend is about to collapse, and no one can be immune to it.
How active he was in responding to the troop deployment order issued by Her Majesty the Empress at that time, how embarrassed he is now.
But he has no regrets. If he doesn't come forward, all the old, young, women and children in Daxia will become food for these outside monsters.
At present, I just hope that the two waves of forces outside the house can fight to gain a little more life for them.
Outside the mansion.
The leader of the corpse clan is an extremely weird guy. His body is covered with white shrouds, only his gloomy eyes are exposed, and he looks like a mummy.
However, these seemingly ordinary shrouds have complex and ancient imprints faintly appearing on them, as if they have some magical effect.
This man is a powerful member of the zombie clan, the Wooden Walking Corpse King. He has been awake for tens of thousands of years and can be traced back to his crawling out of the corpse tomb of the Eighth Ancestor.
The birth of the corpse clan relies on the bones of various creatures, and the Eight Ancestor Corpse Tomb is the most sinister tomb near the Yin River in Huangquan.
The underworld is not just a name. There is indeed a river in it that is turbid and filled with evil spirits. It is called underworld, and it is also called the Yin River.
Every minute and every second of every day, various ancient creatures resurrect from the river.
The comparison among the corpse clan is to compare who has been dead longer and whose origin is the most mysterious.
Because the longer you die, the stronger your awakened power will be, and the higher your original strength will be, the higher your starting point will be after becoming a zombie clan.
Hence the term "awakening years".
"Whether it is a fairy sect or a demon sect, there is no need to say more. Just eradicate all these human races, and then attack together to break through the defensive formation and wipe out all the creatures here. Just pay attention to the preservation of the corpses. I will refine them." Made into a war corpse.”
The voice of the Wooden Zombie King was extremely hoarse, like claws rubbing against glass. Although his words were plain, his cruel intentions were fully exposed.
What the zombie tribe likes to do most is to turn other creatures into their own kind and then serve as their subordinates, so that they can infinitely expand their own strength. This is an endless joy.
"Roar!"
"Roar!"
In front of the Wooden Zombie King stood several rotting giant corpses, with their faces covered and hunched muscles, five meters tall, holding heavy hammers, and roaring unconsciously. They had no intelligence, and their every move was controlled by the Zombie King.
"Boom!"
This giant corpse smashed the sledgehammer to the ground, making a huge noise, even more terrifying than the physical strength of some demon kings.
More importantly, they are tireless and painless. Even if their heads are cut off, they can still fight. They have tenacious vitality and are basically immortal.
Immediately afterwards, the ghost king in the ghost sedan also gave the order to take action, and waves of fierce ghost mist rushed towards him like claws and teeth.
The Demon Sect monks are all cruel and ruthless characters. Even when they see these scenes, they can't help but panic in their hearts.
"Don't panic." A short-haired man wearing a magic pattern armor said solemnly. He took out a magic bead stained with green light in his hand. With just a slight shake, the majestic magic energy surged out from the magic bead and turned into a magic bead. A big solid hand and a slap pushed away all the dense fog of evil ghosts.
He is the seventh demon born in the ten demon sects, named Gu Fan. He is not as strong as the first demon Situ Huan, but he cannot be underestimated. He is the best among many demons.
Facing many giant corpses, Gu Fan pulled out a pitch-black sword from his palm, and disappeared in the next second.
When he appeared again, he appeared on the heads of several giant corpses and slashed them with his sword. The sword's intention was extremely concentrated, and his aura gathered into a black evil lone wolf.
The sword's intention is like a thread. In one breath, it can cut countless knives, directly dismembering several giant corpses and smashing them to pieces. Even if you want to stand up, you can't.
After doing this, Gu Fan, the demon son, had no expression on his face and immediately issued an order, asking the surrounding demon cultivators to kill the zombies and ghosts.
When the Wooden Zombie King saw Gu Fan's skills, he was a little surprised: "The demons in the world are so talented that they have actually cultivated so many powerful geniuses."
The Heavenly Demon World was also famous in the Middle Ages. After all, it was a world created by the ancient gods. However, with the rapid decline after that battle, the Demon Lord was still sealed in the Immortal World, and the Heavenly Demon gradually fell silent.
"If you want to gain a foothold in the Central State, you must capture this city. Not only your demon sect understands this!"
The Wooden Zombie King planned to take action himself. He stretched out his arm, and the shroud in his hand emitted dazzling runes, grew longer and thicker, and rolled towards Gu Fan.
"Ding!"
Gu Fan struck with the knife but had no effect and made a collision sound.
This shows that the shroud is indeed very strong.
"Amitabha, since he is already a creature of hell, why bother creating suffering in the world again?"
A Buddhist chant sounded, attracting the attention of both parties.
In the direction of the street corner, two monks, one fat and one thin, walked out.
The first one is a monk in red cassock wearing muddy straw sandals and a round head. Every time he takes a step, a golden Buddha lotus gathers on the ground. The golden light shines on the top of his head and his body is strong and powerful.
One hand holds a golden Zen staff, and the other hand twists the relic beads leisurely.
Another tall and thin monk, wearing a blue monk's robe, with a golden steel ring around his neck, and carrying a long red dragon-wrapped stick behind his back.
Holding Jin Meng in his hand, he clasped his hands together with a calm expression.
It was the two monks Fuhu and Canglong from Xiaolingyin Temple.
Long time no see, the two eminent monks have practiced meditation for many years, and their strength has improved and they have reached the realm of Nascent Soul.
Today both of them came well prepared. Monk Fuhu was wearing a thousand-patterned robe, holding the top natal magic weapon to suppress demons and Zen staff, and twisting the relics of the Buddha. Monk Canglong had a dragon-subduing staff, wore an Immortal Universe Circle around his neck, and held a purple gold Baomeng can be said to be fully equipped.
"Where does this monk come from? He doesn't know whether to live or die!"
The Wooden Zombie King snorted coldly, and immediately controlled a zombie wearing heavy armor, holding a spear, and flew towards the first fat monk.
But the next second.
Monk Canglong took action in the blink of an eye, and threw the purple-gold treasure Meng's hand upwards. The dragon-subduing stick behind him seemed to be entangled with a rope, and automatically fell into his right hand. The light flowed, and the coiled red dragon was lifelike, facing the direction of everyone present. And bite.
"boom!"
The long stick was swung, and the sound of cracking through the air was heard, directly smashing the armor and limbs of the armored zombie, which was comparable to a golden elixir monk, and bombarded it into slag.
Immediately afterwards, Monk Canglong stood tall and straight, put his long stick behind his back, and took the fallen Jin Meng again with his other hand.
Everything is just a matter of seconds.
This startled the Wooden Zombie King, and then he realized that these two monks were not easy to mess with, so he subconsciously took a step back.
Monk Fuhu took a step forward, rolled up his sleeves, raised his golden Zen staff, exposed two thick arms, pointed at the people on both sides, and spit out Buddha's sound from his mouth, which shook all directions:
"Everyone who came here today, whether they are from the Demon Sect or outside the world, please come back."
Gu Fan held a long sword in his hand and focused his eyes on the two monks. His eyes flickered and he worshiped the Demon Palace beside him:
"Xu Gongfeng, are you going to try the two of them?"
"Do you still need to try? It's just two Nascent Soul Realm powerhouses. If there is only one of us, it's really hard to say. But there are still demons from Huangquan here today, so it's hard to say about this battle."
The priest of Tianmo Palace turned a blind eye to Gu Fan's orders and muttered words, obviously cherishing his life.
This is also normal.
The major ministers obeyed the orders of the demon son Situ Huan and were placed beside the major demon sons, in name only as assistants but in reality as surveillance.
Unless there is a life or death situation, they generally won't take action.
Gu Fan had already expected this outcome, and even though he was dissatisfied, he did not get angry. He ordered the demon cultivators around him expressionlessly: "Why are you standing there dazed? These two monks are provoking the prestige of my demon sect. If you don't kill them, it won't satisfy your anger. Why don’t you kill him quickly?”
The demon cultivators looked at each other, hesitating a little, but in the end they still swarmed forward.
Various magic weapons and methods came one after another. Monk Fuhu was calm and kept talking.
Soon, a series of tadpole-like golden scriptures surrounded Monk Fuhu, forming a solid golden barrier.
Then, Monk Fuhu struck them with his Zen staff, stimulating the majestic Buddha energy and beating these demon cultivators until they vomited blood and flew backwards.
"It's your fault, in that case, don't blame me for being rude."
Monk Fuhu was like a smiling tiger. He took advantage and acted like a good boy. He stepped on the dragon and the tiger, growing lotuses at every step, and hit Gu Fan's position.
At the same time, the Wooden Zombie King used his secret method to control more than a dozen armored zombies, arranged them in a battle formation, and attacked Monk Canglong.
Although it can only exude the strength of the Golden Core Realm, numerous walking corpses are arranged in a formation, and their power has increased by more than one level, and they can surround and kill Nascent Soul cultivators.
Monk Canglong's steps were light, creating a series of afterimages. He threw out the Circle of God's Universe and hit it with a sap.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
A series of explosions were heard.
The fourteen war corpses were hit by the Qiankun Circle and flew backwards. At the same time, they were knocked down to the ground by the Dragon Subduing Stick. Every time it was swung, the stick's body would flash with a red light.
Soon, all the war corpses were torn apart by the huge force and turned into pieces.
The Wooden Zombie King lost many secret walking corpses in succession, and they were all repelled. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his breath became weaker.
His eyes were horrified and his heart was palpitating.
Is this monk's cultivation really so terrifying?
However, Monk Canglong looked very relaxed and did not even use all his strength.
On the other side, Gu Fan faced Monk Fuhu and it was equally uncomfortable.
"A mere zombie clan wants to resist Fowei?" Monk Fuhu realized that the battle next door had ended. While laughing, he seemed to realize that it was so unruly. He suppressed his smile and said seriously:
"You see, this is the end."
"snort!"
Gu Fan snorted coldly and said nothing, silently thinking:
"Thirty-six Transformations of the Demon."
A towering demonic shadow slowly rose up.
"Thirty-six Transformations of the Demon?"
Monk Fuhu noticed that this move was very familiar and frowned slightly.
He didn't expect that Gu Fan would actually be able to transform into a demon.
Isn’t this magical power only possessed by the Demon Lord’s direct disciples?
As far as he knew, there was only one direct disciple of the Demon Lord, and that was the First Demon Son, Situ Huan.
"You can actually do this?"
Although Monk Fuhu was surprised, he did not panic. Instead, he smiled and slammed the golden Zen staff in his hand onto the ground. Sparks flew everywhere and the ground cracked.
"Boom!"
A loud noise was heard, shaking the entire city, and a crack several feet wide opened up the open street.
All the demon cultivators present took a breath, and fear appeared in their eyes.
What a terrible monk.
If he didn't look like that, they would believe him if he said he was a domineering humanoid demon king.
At this time, the priest of the Heavenly Demon Palace was very confused when he saw the thirty-six transformations of the Heavenly Demon performed by Gu Fan.
At the same time, he was confused: "How could he do it? Could it be that the Demon Lord also passed it on to him, but it's impossible."
After thinking carefully, he thought:
"You must report it to Lord Demon."
Immediately, the faint sound of Buddha came from mid-air. Monk Fuhu began to chant sutras, and the Buddha's light on his body began to surge. A copy of "Ksitigarbha Sutra" made the dead souls howl in pain, and all the evil spirits were eliminated.
The countless fierce ghosts beside the ghost sedan all turned into blue smoke and were saved by Buddhist sutras. Even the ghost king could only retreat three feet and gallop towards the sky.
All the dark clouds that originally shrouded the ancient city dispersed, revealing blue sky and white clouds.
"Xu Gongfeng, why don't you take action?"
Gu Fan quickly retreated and sent a message to the place where the Demon Palace was enshrined.
The deity of the Heavenly Demon Palace looked cold, thought for a moment, and decided to take action.
His body moved, his arms burned with black demonic flames, and he struck Monk Fuhu with one palm.
Monk Fuhu slapped the relic in his hand, and a shadow filled with golden light sat in the void.
He slapped the offering in return.
The holy light crosses the world, and the golden Buddha fills the sky.
It formed an extremely shocking scene, as if the Buddha had come in person and slapped him.
At the critical moment, Gu Fan looked at the back of the worshiper in the Heavenly Demon Palace and quietly withdrew his magical power.
The Thirty-Six Transformations of the Demon disappeared immediately.
He asked one of the worshipers to bear the Buddha's shadow all over the sky, while he crushed the teleportation talisman and disappeared in this world.
"伱!"
By the time the Heavenly Demon Palace Enshrinement was discovered, it was already too late.
He also didn't expect that Gu Fan would sell him.
His whole body was hit by Monk Fuhu's palm, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood and flew backwards.
"Amitabha."
Monk Fuhu stood up with a smile, and the golden Zen staff flew out, directly smashing the enshrined demonic body into pieces.
Nascent Soul escaped and wanted to escape.
Upon seeing this, Monk Canglong threw out the Purple Gold Treasure Meng, forming a strong suction force that directly absorbed his Nascent Soul into the Gold Meng.
"gone."
A cold voice came from the ghost sedan, and then it escaped into the space without a trace.
All the ghosts have been transcended, and there is no need for him to stay here.
The Wooden Zombie King wanted to leave, but was blocked by a mouthful of purple gold, which restricted his movement and made him unable to escape.
"I have the shroud of the Corpse Ancestor to protect my body, and I have been blessed with the Corpse Ancestor's essence and blood. What can you do to me?"
The Wooden Zombie King let out roars one after another, extremely unwilling to do so.
It feels like all my abilities have been restrained and not fully utilized.
"You don't have to worry about this. The abbot will take care of it after bringing you back." Monk Fuhu said with a smile.
With a flash of green light, the Corpse King was also taken into Mengzhong.
At the end of the war, Monk Canglong looked at the dilapidated city, holding Jinmeng in his hand, and said calmly: "Brother, now that the world is coming, the safety of the empress is more important. There has been no news from Xizhou for a long time. I don't know what happened. I'll wait and see. Keep on going."
Monk Fuhu smiled and said: "Junior brother, don't worry. If there was an accident, the demon clan would have attacked us long ago. It would be our turn to slay demons all the way."
"The border is becoming more and more chaotic, and the next wave of attacks must be coming. We must inform Her Majesty the Empress of the battle situation on the Beizhou battlefield and the actions of the Demon Sect."
"Yeah, that makes sense."
