"Uncle Junior, the demonic tide is approaching. At this rate, it will arrive in half an hour."
Yuan Ye put down his clairvoyance and turned to report to Lin Du.
Lin Du frowned slightly, "It's faster than I expected. Based on the speed we came here, we still have at least one whole night."
Yuan Ye was also a little frightened, "It's much faster than before. It's like... he knew we were all here."
Lin Du paused in his finishing movements and looked at Yuan Ye.
Meng Ling, who was helping on the other side, also came with his disciples, "Fellow Daoist Lin, the south side is ready."
In fact, Lin Du's cultivation level is now much higher than Meng Ling's, but Lin Du is too young, and they, who have lived and died together in Zhongzhou Dabi, don't pay attention to calling people according to their cultivation level.
Lin Du frowned slightly, "As expected of a disciple of the Lianheng sect. With you, the progress and strength of this defensive array are much better than I expected."
"Ashamed." Meng Ling felt a little ashamed, "I wish I didn't hold Daoist Lin back."
Lin Du shook his head, "Fellow Taoist, you are joking. You all have a solid foundation in formation formation and you will all be excellent formation masters in the future. I just grew up on a high mountain, but who said that the trees growing from the plains are not towering trees?" Woolen cloth."
The blood moon hung high, illuminating the northwest city like a purgatory on earth, with an ominous atmosphere everywhere, but the golden light bloomed on the edge of the defensive formation, covering the entire city. They stood in front of this circle of golden light formations, as if they were guarding the last of pure land.
Meng Ling didn't know what the other disciples behind him thought, but now he felt that Lin Du was indeed worthy of being number one.
No prefix is required.
Luo Shumen's formation master also straightened up. Although he was not convinced by losing to Lin Du again, he still had to help where he should.
Lin Du turned around and headed into the city, "The formation has been activated, and a lot of spiritual stones need to be consumed. I would like to trouble you all to take care of the defensive formation and replenish the spiritual stones in time."
"We monks have been harmed by evil spirits and have no choice but to protect our homeland. We should try our best." The formation master of Luo Shumen said.
Meng Ling was robbed and said: ...Then, the same goes for me?
Lin Du glanced at the people in Luo Shumen and said, "Don't keep losing your book bag."
Array Master: Huh?
Lin Du had already walked out a long way, "Let the city lord count all the monks who came to support. Except for the disciples of the Lianheng sect and Ji Shizong who cannot fight, everyone is on standby. The demonic tide is accelerating and will not give us too much." More time to prepare.”
Yan Qing agreed and flew away, followed by the senior disciple of the Scarlet Xiao Sect who was eager to take Lin Du's move.
Mo Lin and Yuan Ye took advantage of the opportunity to stand in front of Yi Zhen, "Uncle Junior, do we want to temporarily build a stronghold outside the city?"
"It's too late." Lin Du glanced at the blood moon in the sky, "The blood moon in the sky will intensify the demonic tide."
When they came down from the tower, the disciples of Ji Shizong were distributing the sachets they had developed to resist evil spirits. When Du Shao saw Lin Du, he hurriedly handed over the sachets he had on hand.
"Sister Du Shao." Lin Du was stuffed with a sachet and took a moment to recognize the person.
Du Shao, however, had already passed her and sent the remaining sachet to the people behind Lin Du, explaining its purpose.
"It's me. You haven't heard from you in these years. If it weren't for your improvement in cultivation, I would still be worried." Du Shao made sure that no one was missed, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, "What do you think, you want to go to the front line too?"
She turned her head and met Lin Du's calm eyes.
Lin Du stood there, "Yeah, I'm not the same person I used to be."
Du Shao was stunned for a moment, and it was difficult to connect the person in front of him with his appearance when he first met him.
The news that Lin Du had advanced to the fourth rank was just a rumor within the sect, but it caused an uproar to the outside world.
A genius who has advanced to the fourth level in his thirties is not as good as the genius who was famous in the past.
There is really no reason not to go to the front lines.
Lin Du smiled at her and said, "I'm already healed, sister, don't worry."
Du Shao couldn't say anything and could only nod.
Lin Du walked farther and farther on a very difficult road, just like climbing the mountain that day.
Even if the upward path is overloading her body, she will break through again and again and successfully reach the top. The thorns and thorns cannot hide her brilliance.
"Will there be any casualties tonight?" A young disciple asked in a low voice.
"Probably." Another slightly more mature monk replied, "But we have enjoyed the good cities, resources and techniques in this world, and we always want to help the poor, troubled, and disaster-stricken places in this world."
"This is the meaning of the existence of sect disciples. If we die, it will be considered as a great merit we have accumulated for the next life. There is nothing wrong with it."
The leaders of the sect and the aristocratic families had already gathered together. Lin Du said concisely and concisely, "The sects and aristocratic families will be divided into three waves. Let's take turns to guard them. The casual cultivators will be incorporated into the aristocratic families."
"No more tactics?"
"No, it's too late, I'm already here." Lin Du pressed his tired temples, stuffed two mints into his mouth, and then covered his eyes with gauze, which attracted other real people to look at him.
Xia Tianwu frowned, "Little uncle, your eyes."
Lin Du shook his head, "It's okay, it's too noisy."
The restless people next to him became strangely quiet.
Did they quarrel with Master Lin Du's eyes?
Han Yueling knocked on the spirit contract at this time, "How about it, there are so many people, Qiqing has disturbed your eyes?"
Lin Du said nothing.
Generally, if the seven emotions are not particularly strong, she cannot see them, so even if there are several apprentices and nephews in the sect whose cultivation is lower than hers, it is difficult for her to see them.
But now there are not only many people, but also a time of drastic changes in emotions. No matter how strong Lin Du's endurance is, the seven emotions of hundreds of monks in front of him are gathered together, and he is still a little tired.
The monk guarding the city wall hurriedly ran down. He opened his mouth and couldn't speak for a moment, but everyone felt the crazy earthquake under their feet and knew that the demonic wave was coming.
"We are a small sect. According to Tian Ji's horse racing principle, we who are inferior should compete with the superior Supreme Sect!"
"No, it's not easy to calculate. I have more people and the Supreme Sect has fewer people. It just balances the number of people!"
A group of team leaders quarreled again. This time Yan Qing was not senior enough. Ju Yuan held everyone down and said, "Our Supreme Sect is slightly injured and cannot leave the front line. You don't need to count us. You can allocate yourselves."
Hou Cang lowered his eyes and showed no reaction. On the contrary, Lin Du looked at his senior brothers in disbelief, "My senior nephews are only at the Soaring Cloud Realm!"
"I won't go offline until I go offline! Anyway, your fourth senior brother and I won't go offline." Ju Yuan said.
Lin Du was too lazy to talk to him and waved to Ni Jinxuan, "Go and bring your master back. He is unorganized and undisciplined. It is a shame."
Ni Jinxuan actually went up, and the other monks couldn't help laughing when they saw this, temporarily dispelling the tension in everyone's hearts.
"More than ten years ago, the evil demon wanted to kill me, the elite of the Zhongzhou sect. More than ten years later, the demonic wave came. Today, I think it is my right path to go and kill the evil demon." Lin Du said coldly, in front of the increasingly noisy evil demon. In the background of the roar, it seemed particularly clear.
She wanted to see what Qianyu had planned.
Hundreds of monks leapt down from the city wall in order. Lin Du stood on the top of the city wall and looked at the approaching demonic tide.
Auras of light scattered in the distance. It was thought that some nearby casual cultivators did not enter the city, but simply came to kill evil spirits.
Those rolling black shadows trampled the white snow outside the city into mud, and the evil energy billowed.
Qi Zhen followed Ni Jinxuan, carrying a spiritual sword. He couldn't tell what kind of demon it was, and he didn't even blink when cutting down low-level demons.
Lin Du thought about it, but in the eyes of evil spirits, there are never any similar things, only food, and food that cannot be eaten temporarily.
Nor would she have any sympathy for chicken legs.
Lin Du stuffed the white dumplings into his arms, jumped up, and his black hair turned into the color of snow. The floating light fan opened with a clatter, and the snow was cool.
Everyone felt a chill in their backs, "Hey, why is this evil demon so evil? I always feel stupid."
Several disciples of the Supreme Sect adapted well, "Don't worry, if you feel a chill on the back of your neck, it should be our junior uncle."
"Huh?" Yi Zhen managed to sneak into the disciples of the Supreme Sect, and was still a little confused. The next moment, the soles of his feet slipped, and a giant wolf-shaped puppet grabbed the back of the neck perfunctorily.
The power of ice and snow, with the posture of freezing everything in the world, rolled forward like a snow mountain not far away in front of all the monks, directly freezing the attacking low-level demon group in place.
With the naked eye, everyone could see the rolling snow waves and frost all the way. Even the demons with higher realms were restricted in their movements.
And just such a moment is enough for the righteous monks to seize the opportunity and annihilate them in one fell swoop.
The spiritual power reserve of Huiyang realm monks has made a qualitative leap compared to the first three realms. The power of Lin Du's fan extends for nearly ten miles, allowing the monks who are still a little nervous about the outcome to have some time to adapt.
Just when Lin Du was about to raise his hand to crush them into pieces, someone took the first step, and the sword energy also spread across ten miles, cutting into pieces all the demons that Lin Du had frozen.
Hou Cang's voice rang in Lin Du's ears, "Don't be afraid of the low-level demons in the lead. Just leave them to the younger disciples. Come forward and let me see if Master taught you in vain."
Lin Du: ...She is also a junior disciple! Open your eyes and see that the youngest person here besides her is Qi Zhen who insists on pretending to be young for her age!
"Come quickly, we found a resentful demon. It will intensify the low-level demons around it, at least the middle-level demons. It is probably the core of the demonic wave ahead."
"Here we come." Lin Du accepted his fate and flew forward.
Yuan Ye turned to look at Yizhen, "How about it, do you still want my junior uncle to punch you?"
"No, no, no, no." Yi Zhen shivered and lit a fire for himself to warm himself up. "I think I have to light the fire for another hundred years."
