The appearance of Lin Du did not relieve the pressure on several people. The aggressiveness of the high-level evil demon and the appeal of the mother tree made them unable to do anything. Under the attack of the tentacles that rose from the ground to swallow up the sun and the moon, people who were still bright and clear began to Becoming embarrassed.
Under the continuous attacks of the demons, the monks could only dodge or draw their swords to resist, either of which was extremely draining of spiritual energy.
Lin Du didn't even have time to show off her wits with her senior brothers. She and Pei Qin were in the fourth rank, one at the early stage and the other at the peak. The gap in combat power was obvious, not to mention the two senior brothers in the fifth and sixth ranks.
Among the four of them, Lin Du was the only one who mainly dodged, but he was so tired that he didn't even have the chance to talk distractedly.
She took a deep breath. After all, she still lacked some spiritual power reserves.
A crispy mage has a crystal that just walks in front of him, and dozens of soldiers fall out in one hit. What a feeling...
The few people who were focused on beating the mother tree were too busy to care for themselves, and the monks below were in dire straits.
Except for the disciples of the Supreme Sect, who couldn't even count them on two hands, there were nearly a hundred disciples from other major sects and major families, and there were as few as twenty or thirty disciples.
After the first wave of demons ended, Zhongzhou suffered some casualties, but it was still manageable. However, the second wave of demons was not only more numerous, but also more ferocious.
The five or six hundred monks who died in the second wave fought with blood in the tide of tens of thousands of demons, but they were like the Jingwei filling up the sea, the Foolish Old Man moving the mountains, and the mantis using his arms as a chariot. It was extremely pitiful.
The sword formation formed by Guiyuan Sect was also washed away. Those figures of the same color who should have gathered together seemed to be trapped in a quagmire at this moment. The white-gold disciple uniforms were mixed with the muddy demon blood and his own blood, turning the originally light and fluttering figures into pieces. The gauze clothes became heavy.
The immortal spirits fell into filth and could not be reincarnated. They spent their whole lives practicing Taoism and doing good deeds, but they were crushed into mud. In the endless blood-colored darkness, bright colors were constantly being swallowed up.
The day has come, but the blood moon is still there.
Everyone was breathing heavily, and the cold breath breathed in through the mask was burning when it entered the lungs, making it impossible to retreat or advance.
Under the control of the mother tree, the demon became more and more violent and violent, trying to move forward desperately and crush all the obstacles in front of it.
The endless demons could be killed, and the wild roars of the demons could be heard in their ears. The cold air rising from the ground was mixed with flesh and blood. They were trampled repeatedly, and you could even hear the sound of mud with every step.
People who are trapped in a group of evil spirits have no trace of their companions around them. Fighting alone is a test of one's strong mentality.
Occasionally, the cry of a dying companion is heard, which makes people feel more and more uncertain.
When people face this ferocious giant, they will also doubt the fallacy that the leader of all souls is just one family. How insignificant and hopeless it is.
Despair spread in the hearts of the monks, and the weapons in their hands became heavier and heavier.
"Is there anyone in front of me? Let me take off! Stop shoveling you!"
An arrogant young man's voice penetrated the monk's eardrums, and his body reacted before his brain. He used his remaining spiritual power to jump up and fly into the sky with all his strength.
There are some low-level demons that can fly, but in order to remove obstacles on the way forward, most of them land on the ground and move forward like a steamroller or even a bulldozer.
The monk flew high, and in the next moment, a huge Vajra puppet ran rampantly and smashed the black clouds into pieces.
The young man in red clothes showed a wanton look on the back of the huge Vajra puppet, and pulled the exhausted monk, "Are you okay? Do you want to rest in the belly of my sky-swallowing frog?"
The monk didn't hear clearly, "What frog? What belly?"
Yuan Ye grinned and drove his machine puppet to deal with the equally huge and strange-looking demons, "Look behind you!"
The monk turned around and saw a tortoise shell-shaped mechanism puppet that was bigger than the demon leaping high. Then it opened its mouth and several heads were exposed from where the throat should be. It even waved, "Fellow Taoist." ! Are you injured? Are your spiritual powers exhausted? Come in and rest for a while! I’m ready to rest!! I’ll come out now!”
Monk: ...Ouch, the human-eating frog.
The demons swarmed in, and some jumped up to drag the monks down in the air. The monks had very little spiritual power left, and were almost helpless against this mid-level demon at this moment.
At the moment of despair, there was a faint sound of broken copper bells, and then a whip with extremely bright light swept over and directly wrapped around the monk's waist. Without saying a word, he threw the person directly into the mouth of the Sky-Swallowing Frog.
The monk turned back before finally entering, and saw a soft sword wrapped in red fire and swallowing the evil demon directly. Two figures with green water and apricot powder appeared around the evil demon. One was holding a long whip, and the other was holding a soft sword. It was Han Yue, but There is a spring breeze coming.
The sky-swallowing frog immediately shut up and raised its head, sending the person whole into its body, and began to pretend to be a ruthless stone among the demons.
The monk was in shock, "What was that just now?"
"They are fellow Taoists of the Supreme Sect. The one in red is Yuan Ye, and the one who wields the long whip is fellow Taoist Ni, who is also the junior sister of Mo Lin, the master of the Hidden Edge Sword!" One person said with emotion, "There are too many evil spirits, and everyone has them. When you’re tired, you can’t go back.”
Another person said, "Fortunately, we have them. We can have a place to rest temporarily. Fellow Taoist, do you want spiritual stones? I have them here. In special times, we can only use spiritual stones to replenish spiritual energy."
"It's okay, I have it, thank you." The monk quickly took out the spiritual stone and quickly restored his spiritual power. "I'll hurry out as soon as I recover. There are many people who are almost exhausted."
"How come this fellow Taoist from the Supreme Sect is never tired?" the man sighed.
"I've rested, and I'm going out first, fellow Taoists." One person cupped his hands, and under the dim glazed lamp, his eyes were firm, "It's my honor to fight together this time, everyone, take care."
"Take care!" The uncertainty and despair in the monk's heart were completely dispelled, leaving only determination.
"I'll go with you!" Another person stood up.
This is not a hell of blood, it is the place where they attain enlightenment. Since there are people who share the same path, why should they be afraid?
"This can't go on like this." A group of people on the city wall who were originally just logistics looked nervously at the approaching demonic tide, "What should we do?"
Ji Shizong's people were busy in the house, "That's about it. I guess that's it. I need to find someone to go down and try to see if they can calm down the evil spirit temporarily. Even if it's just for a short time, it can help."
A group of people looked at each other, and now the Guiyuan Sect and the Supreme Sect, which were the most capable of fighting, were swallowed up by the demonic tide to the point where they could hardly tell where they were, not to mention their group of medical practitioners who were not proficient in fighting.
"I'm afraid it wouldn't be surprising if we were swallowed alive within a short time of going down."
"Originally, those of us with higher cultivation levels have been stationed outside the city to save people. Most of our remaining disciples do not have that level of cultivation."
Du Shao frowned and picked up the improvised medicinal powder, "I'll go!"
"Senior Sister Du! You have always specialized in medicine, but now you haven't formed an elixir yet!"
Du Shao took a deep breath, her eyes serious, "Medical cultivators are there to save people, I'll go."
You could hear needles dropping in the room, but no one spoke for a moment.
"Don't be so troublesome!" A female voice sounded outside. The disciples of Ji Shizong looked up and saw that it was the senior sister of the Tongtian Sect who came to support the reserve supplies.
Sheng Yan stood outside the door, holding a shovel, and said crisply, "I'm just passing by, no offense, but my fried rice skills are very good, and I can be responsible for sprinkling the powder evenly. Don't worry."
Ji Shizong: ...It's a bit strange, but it makes sense.
At this moment, there was a faint commotion in the city, and then the gong rang.
Sheng Yan frowned, "No! There are evil spirits in the city!"
