On the wall of Yellowstone City, Du Shao will probably never forget what he saw tonight.
Three hundred monks jumped down from the city wall, and the spiritual light meandered down, submerging into the surging and mighty demonic flow with a strange blood-colored luster.
The backbone of the Zhongzhou sect, like a handful of fireflies, or the fleeting fireworks at a dinner party, looked extremely bright and holy under the blood moon, fell into the demonic tide, and suddenly dispersed.
It's like the lonely desolate curtain after the fireworks, but now under this desolate curtain are demons with ferocious bone spurs and devouring fangs.
The monks were like the golden elixir added at the end of the ointment, which was swallowed up by the black ointment in one fell swoop, without even the bubbles coming out.
Du Shao heard the gentle gasps of the disciples around him who were ready to rescue people at any time. The ground beneath his feet trembled, and the demonic energy in the distance surged out with the roaring sound and smelled fishy and sweet, and was blown to the city wall by the north wind.
The moment those light spots disappeared, countless spiritual lights bloomed again, arcing one after another, breaking through the bloody darkness.
The light of the sword is stronger and sharper than the ferocious fangs, the spells swayed are more dazzling and difficult to break through than the devil's natural unicorn armor, and the golden thunder shocks the world more than the sound of feet stepping on Zhongzhou.
The next moment, the snow surged forward, and a vast expanse of white seemed to be a clean land, tearing apart the swarms of demons that surged forward.
Du Shao's heart was beating like thunder. Even though she was not killing the demons on the front line, she still felt the blood rushing through her body. She heard screams one after another in her ears.
There may be people who were unknown before this battle, but after today, these people's names will be engraved on the city wall.
After the demonic tide has passed, perhaps due to the weather, the names will be mottled and blurred. Perhaps no one can clearly remember each name, but they are all the pride of Zhongzhou and the cornerstone of the righteous path.
The young disciple on the side who could only help with logistics was so excited that his cheeks turned red, "So strong! Master Mo Lin's sword hasn't even been unsheathed yet!"
"Zhen Lin Du is really strong! He just made a move!"
"Hey, no, have you seen my eldest disciple?"
"Who is your eldest disciple?"
"Yizhen, the Chixiao sect, is the one who always brings sparks when the long sword is unsheathed."
"Oh, look at the huge wolf below, the young master of Supreme Zong Yuanye, is it holding it in its mouth?"
"Tsk, tsk, now the mechanism arts are in decline in the great sects of Zhongzhou. In the past three to five hundred years, there has been only one genius who specializes in mechanism arts. The giant wolf and the iron-eating beast must have killed many evil spirits."
"??? No, Yi Zhen!! You are from the Chixiao sect! Come back to me!"
The people on the side hurriedly stopped the leader of the Chixiao Sect with all their hands, "Go down now, wait for the replacement."
After a commotion, the leader of the Chixiao Sect hung half on the city wall, heartbroken.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, black mist rose in the distance, and two figures, one pale and one white, leaped high under the blood moon at the same time, followed by a sharp whistle that shocked everyone's hearts.
Hou Cang's voice was urgent and cold, "Didn't I tell you to look at the demon fetus first, and then hit it with one hit? You must have hit it wrong when you blindfolded it and used your spiritual consciousness to see it!"
Lin Du was cursing even more than Hou Cang in his mind, but his voice became calmer, "Am I blindfolded just for appearance?"
Hou Cang raised his sword with a cold face, "What else?"
"Of course it's because not blindfolding affects my movements and accuracy even more. It's like if you didn't pull me, senior brother, that thing is dead now."
Hou Cang's face turned even colder, "The attack power of the resentment demon may not seem strong, but in fact it can not only intensify the same kind of evil demons, but also easily affect the mind of the monks. If you are trapped by the resentment mist it sprays..."
Before he could finish his words, Lin Du had already jumped back a few more times. Following her deft movements, dozens of demons rose up in layers and successfully surrounded the white-clothed immortal.
Lin Du escaped from the encirclement steadily. His voice penetrated through the siege of many demons and blew in through every opportunity. It fell into Hou Cang's ears. It was as ethereal as it could be, "Senior brother, you can do it. I'm a blind man and can't see." Quasi-devil fetus.”
Hou Cang, who failed the special training, held up his sword: Ha.
The sword light raged so hard that Lin Du almost suffered a recurrence of glaucoma.
But this did not affect her hand speed in making secrets, because in the previous attempt, Lin Du had deliberately made the mistake wrong, because she found that there was a mist attached to the magic fetus that made her somewhat familiar, but that mist It is relatively thin, but it is certain that it is the three-poison mist.
Chu Guanmeng confirmed her idea, "The thing attached to the demon fetus in this resentful demon's body is similar to the one that swallowed me last time. It also has the aura of the laws of heaven, but its power is weaker and smaller."
Lin Du nodded, "Very good, the evidence that Qianyu is the mastermind behind the demonic tide +1."
Lin Du's small book holds a grudge +99.
Chu Guanmeng reminded the murderous Lin Du, "A Demon Lord is not surprising, but a Demon Lord with the laws of heaven in his body is very difficult to deal with. If I meet someone who has not been devoured by power before, I will give him three points." .”
"Now in this world, you have to give up three points to anyone who comes." After Lin Du finished speaking, he was afraid that Chu Guanmeng would be angry, so he added in a relaxed tone, "It doesn't matter, I know the propriety. Hundreds of years of cultivation are like running water, and they will pass in the blink of an eye. I want A hundred years from now, in this world, no matter who comes, they will give us three points."
And from beginning to end, Qianyu was more like an invincible sword than a real planner. He had some brains, but not much. Without him, there would be other swords.
Before facing off against the real chess player, Lin Du had to resolve the immediate crisis.
The sword light penetrated into the body of the last surrounded demon, and the demon fetus was crushed to pieces. The white robe was stained with splashes of demon blood, but the face remained unruffled, unmoving by the eight winds, as majestic as a heavenly being who dare not touch it. .
At the same time, Lin Du finally prepared the seal, and the golden talisman around her body penetrated into the body of the resentful demon along her fingertips. It was like a straight gold bar that pierced the resentful demon. At the same time, countless golden lights turned into filaments, firmly entrenching him. The fog was tightly bound.
Lin Du formed a seal with his hands again, and the red rope on his wrist was dazzling. Amidst the endless roar, his calm voice spoke clearly, "Lingbao Talisman, tell the nine heavens, the evil will dissipate, the Tao Qi will always exist, and it will be destroyed."
A simple golden character appeared between the slender hands. It was the first divine talisman that Lin Du had just understood a few days ago. The golden character was shot into the resentful demon's body at an extremely fast speed.
Hou Cang had just cleared away the demons that were rushing towards him one after another. When he looked down, inside the body of the resentful demon that had been pierced, he could vaguely see thousands of golden lights binding something around the demon fetus, and then there was a message that could not be disobeyed. The golden light of divine power penetrated into it and directly shattered the demon fetus.
And the familiar cold and sarcastic tone over there floated along the wind again, "My eyesight is bad, senior brother, please help me take a look, is it crooked?"
"It's not crooked, it's dead." Hou Cang said with a cold face, raised his sword and stabbed Lin Du.
Lin Du did not dodge. Amid Chu Guanmeng's panicked screams, he just slightly tilted his head to the right. The sword energy grazed the left side of her face and plunged into the body of an evil demon that suddenly jumped up behind her.
She turned her head back, and Shi Shiran said to her senior brother, "Thank you, senior brother."
Chu Guanmeng clicked her tongue and hung it on the edge of Lin Du's mask, almost turning into half a plush earring. "You have to be able to pretend."
The core resentment that spurred the first wave of demons was eliminated by Lin Du. The remaining demons lost their collective consciousness and could only fight blindly without distinguishing between friend and foe. Even if the group was large, they were quickly suppressed and dispersed by the Zhongzhou monks, and distributed and solved.
Just when the demons were eliminated with only a few pieces left, someone on the city wall shouted, "Come up and change the shift! The second wave of demons is coming!"
Lin Du's heart skipped a beat, "After one wave of demonic waves recorded in ancient books has passed, it may take dozens of days or even months before the next wave comes. Why does it come so fast?"
Hou Cang also frowned, "Junior sister, you go back and have a rest first."
Lin Du turned around and found Qi Zhen's figure in the crowd.
The young man was wearing black clothes with red piping today. His appearance became more charming under the blood moon. He seemed to have some wounds on his face and was smiling at Ni Jinxuan.
Across a mountain of demonic corpses, Qi Zhen felt something as he gasped for blood. His eyes hit Lin Du from a distance, and the smile on his face slowly widened, like an innocent flower of evil, provoking evil sycophants.
Lin Du followed with a smile, held the Fusheng fan, threw it upwards, turned it around smoothly and caught it in his hand, then pointed the top of the fan to his thin waist and tilted his head.
She wanted to see how much of the three poisonous mist containing the laws of heaven he still had on him that she could kill.
