The wind and thunder raged, and frost and snow fell. The Wangchuan sword raised a violent storm, and the clouds in the sky resembled dragons and snakes.
The moon was slanting and shining, and bone-scratching cold blades fell from the sky, attacking the demon with a bull's head and a human body like rain, beating it until its skin and flesh were torn and blood was dripping.
The bull monster didn't seem to be afraid of the pain. Even though its skin was peeling off and its skull was lifted up, it still fearlessly advanced towards Mu Xue in mid-air, step by step, against the sword shadows in the sky. Its low roars echoed in the moonlight.
Mu Xue knew very well that her seemingly fierce attack was not enough to cause fatal damage to the minotaur. It was even gradually unable to keep up with its increasingly fast healing speed.
As long as his attack paused for a moment, the bull head, which was just broken and in pieces, would heal and regenerate quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The furious bull demon roared forward, its copper-yellow eyes gradually turning blood red, and the thick arms in the mist suddenly changed from two to four, and heavy black arms appeared dancing wildly in the dim flying sand and rocks.
Mu Xue, riding on the cloud, narrowly passed under the bristly arm, and was hit on the shoulder by the whistling fist wind. She lost her balance and fell from the cloud.
At the moment she was falling, a gentle force supported her body in time. The spiritual power held her up gently and carefully, then quickly and cautiously withdrew.
Mu Xue took advantage of that opportunity to raise her arms and grab the cloud. She hung on the edge of the cloud and looked around. She couldn't find out whose spiritual power could be so freely controlled and helped her in time.
But she didn't have time to think about it. With her body at the foundation-building stage, if she was accidentally hit or grabbed by the monster's fist, she would be doomed.
At this moment, his spiritual power has been greatly depleted, while the demon's brutal physical strength seems to be endless.
Mu Xue couldn't help but start to reflect on herself. No matter how diligent a person is, if he is born in a comfortable environment, he will inevitably slack off. In the past few years, he has been practicing the fetal breathing technique leisurely to lay a foundation for himself. Has he been too lazy
The bull demon dug the ground with its hind legs, white smoke came out of its nose, and it ran towards Mu Xue with all its might.
Behind Mu Xue, there was a loud shout.
"Like heaven and earth!"
Cheng Yan put his hands together in front of his chest, and his skin glowed with golden light. His golden body grew bigger and bigger, almost as tall as the giant bull demon.
The giant Cheng Yan, shining with golden light, rushed forward towards the bull monster, with the muscles in his arms bulging, and held off the aggressive bull monster.
Most of the disciples of Tiezhu Peak practice the Vajra Indestructible Dharma. The Law of Heaven and Earth is the ultimate achievement of this Dharma.
Of course, what Cheng Yan displayed at this moment was only the basics of this technique. He could not maintain it for long, nor could he transform his indestructible body into something as huge and powerful as a mountain.
Cheng Yan's legs kept moving backwards, and he finally blocked the mad demon's pursuit, allowing Mu Xue to escape from the crisis.
A firelight lit up under the demon's feet. A fire dragon coiled around the bull demon and ignited a bright and hot flame.
The seriously injured Zhuo Yu stood up, covered his freshly bandaged abdomen with one hand, and performed hand gestures with the other hand, using his strongest skill.
"Your spleen is ruptured and your ribs are broken. Don't try to show off. Just lie down and rest." Xiao Changge couldn't help but persuade him.
"The organs are damaged and the bones are broken. It just means that you can't fight in close combat, but it doesn't affect your ability to use spiritual power." Zhuo Yu's face was pale, and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth. "If we don't fight now, when Zhang Xiaoxue is defeated, who among you can stop this bull monster?"
Xiao Changge reminded him kindly, but Zhuo Yu answered in a stubborn and stubborn way.
Lin Yin snorted coldly in dissatisfaction, flipped his hand and took out a folding fan made of fine steel, stepped on the fan and flew into the wind, joining the battlefield.
All the Guiyuan Sect disciples who reacted immediately joined the battle.
Ding Lanlan's two mechanical puppets, Xiao Changge's vine wooden spear, Cheng Yan's Fa Tian Xiang Di, Zhuo Yu's flaming fire dragon, and a messy pile of talismans and magic weapons, all rushed towards the bull monster.
"This won't work. Everyone, disperse first." Mu Xue on Yingtianyun frowned and reminded.
Although the individual combat capability of each person here is among the best among the disciples in the Foundation Establishment Stage, it is obvious that their combat experience and team coordination ability are far from enough.
The indiscriminate bombardment at the same time would not only consume each other's skills, but would also more easily anger the violent bull demon.
Sure enough, before Mu Xue finished her words, the demon with a bull's head and a human body roared, opened its bull's mouth, and spit out a ball of black light, which hit Cheng Yan's golden body, making a huge metal collision sound.
The sound was resounding, and Cheng Yan's huge golden body shrank layer by layer, was bounced far away, and knocked down a big tree, and he was unable to get up for a while.
A huge palm stretched out from the billowing smoke and instantly smashed one of Ding Lanlan's black iron puppets into a discus.
Three or four thick black hands dropped from the sky and smashed down towards Ding Lanlan. Ding Lanlan looked up and clearly saw the hooked nails and dirty black palm lines covering her head.
Lin Yin, who was not far from her, suddenly took out an upside-down alchemy furnace and hid in it. He also reached out and pulled Ding Lanlan, dragging her in.
Bang bang bang!
A huge thumping sound passed by, and the monster's roar left.
The two girls carefully pushed open the alchemy furnace and emerged from the sand.
All I saw was huge hand prints deeply sunk into the ground on the land around me.
If I hadn't hidden in time, I'm afraid there would be only a pile of meat patties left now.
The two girls looked at each other palely. After surviving the disaster, they briefly forgot their daily unhappiness. They pulled each other and crawled out of the sand.
"Everyone get out of the way. We, the Dongxuan Sect, will take care of this place." A powerful shout was heard in the dark night.
A four-pillar heavenly formation gleaming with silver light emerged from the ground, trapping the violent bull monster in the center of the formation.
The figures of Dongxuan sect sword practitioners wearing net scarves and holding long swords appeared all around.
The cooperation between these people was very tacit. Two burly monks, holding shield-shaped magic weapons with strong defensive power, stood in the magic circle and constantly angered the demons, bearing all the attacks of the bull demon.
The rest of the people moved away from the formation and summoned their flying swords together. Several small swords merged into one, condensing into a huge sword energy. The huge snow-white sword light split the thick fog and unexpectedly cut off the ferocious bull monster's head with one sword.
The bull demon's headless body was still struggling to get up from the ground. Red blood lines lit up on the Four Pillars Heavenly Net Formation, continuously dismembering and cutting the huge demon's body, leaving him no chance to recover.
The smoke cleared, and the iron tower-like demon finally fell with a roar into the blood-pool-like magic circle. The monks of the Cave Cult retracted their flying swords in unison.
One of them stepped on the demon's corpse and took out a glowing demon pill from the pool of blood. He looked back at the wounded people and sneered.
"The strength of this generation of Guiyuan Sect is so ridiculously weak." He left, leaving his mocking words in the air.
Ding Lanlan wanted to step forward angrily, but was stopped by Mu Xue.
"Damn, these people are too arrogant." Ding Lanlan said angrily.
"Don't pay attention to him. Strength is not gained by quarreling." Mu Xue persuaded her, "We just lack tacit understanding. We will get better after cooperating a few more times. We are no worse than those people."
This chaotic and hasty battle caused Guiyuan Sect's disciples to suffer greatly. Everyone was injured to varying degrees.
They had no choice but to make a fire, set up camp, set up a magic circle, adjust their rest, and prepare to rest on the spot for a night.
The banshee who was sacrificed to the Minotaur had one arm and wing bitten off, and almost lost half of her body, but she was not dead yet. Under Xiao Changge's treatment, she slowly opened her eyes, moved her broken body, and curled up among the grass leaves, gasping weakly.
"Those were your people just now, right?" Xiao Changge asked her, "Why did they carry you here?"
The girl was a little scared at first, but then she gradually felt a familiar scent of vegetation from him, so she slowly relaxed her guard.
"The males of our race have little fighting ability," the demon who looked like a young girl lowered her eyelashes and said softly, "so they rely on sacrificing the beautiful females in the tribe to powerful demons in exchange for the safety of the tribe."
"I found out. You are from the Zhaoye tribe, right?" Cheng Yan had a broken arm and was wearing a bandage. He also took the time to look up the "Monster Records" that Mu Xue lent him. "The book records that the Zhaoye tribe has a strong reproductive capacity and lives in groups, but most males are lazy and gluttonous. The females are almost entirely responsible for labor, childbirth and caring for offspring. If a powerful monster appears near their residence, they will select beautiful females to offer as sacrifices regularly in order to live a comfortable life."
Ding Lanlan and Lin Yin rarely shared the same hatred for this time, revealing a look of contempt, "Ah, there are such disgusting males in this world."
"Demons, of course, are different from us humans." Cheng Yan waved his hand and continued to flip through the pages. "You see, there is also a record of a kind of cannibalism tribe. After their marriage, their females rely on eating... eating males to obtain nutrition to ensure the continuation of their race."
The men who heard him shuddered violently. "It's too horrible. He is indeed a demon. He has no humanity at all."
The warm firelight, the aroma gradually emanating from the boiler, and the tranquility in the camp gradually relaxed everyone's tense hearts.
At this moment, the sound of a flying sword breaking through the air was heard from deep in the road.
The Dongxuan Sect monks who had just left were now running back in panic, looking embarrassed, on their flying swords.
The last person who escaped seemed to remember something, and suddenly took out a talisman from his arms, lit it and threw it into the air. The talisman exploded into a ball of fireworks, which fell in the sky above Mu Xue and others, breaking the simple magic circle they had set up.
The magic circle that concealed their whereabouts was broken, revealing the group's camping site.
The monk from the Dongxuan Sect ran and pointed at them and shouted, "Here, there are people here."
He continued to run forward with a look of fear on his face, shouting something.
Behind him, more than a dozen figures of varying heights and strange clothes emerged from the darkness riding on a two-wheeled flying vehicle.
The first one was a sloppy curly-haired man holding three bloody human heads in his hands.
Upon closer inspection, they were all disciples of the Dongxuan Sect, and one of them was actually the man who had arrogantly mocked the uselessness of the Guiyuan Sect not long ago.
This man was holding a huge shield just a moment ago, firmly blocking the attack of the giant bull monster. Unexpectedly, at this moment, he died at the hands of his own human race.
"Hey, what day is today? I came to the ruins to hunt on a whim, and I'm lucky enough to meet so many guests from the fairy world." The demon cultivator holding the head laughed, "There are actually a few delicate fairies, so we must treat them well."
Behind him, one after another, the demon cultivators riding their flying magic weapons stopped and whistled in response.
"Hosting, we must treat her well. This is the first time in my life that I have seen a woman from the fairy world, hahahaha."
"Don't be afraid, fairies. The men in our demon world are much more powerful than your pretty boys."
"Don't be partial. It's rare for these immortals to come here, so let them experience the joy we have here."
The monks from the Demon Spirit Realm, wearing armor made of demon bones, held up those bloody heads, grinned, and whistled, treating the monks from the Fairy Spirit Realm as a group of lambs to be slaughtered.
Cheng Yan tore off the bandage hanging on his neck, and his skin glowed with a golden luster. "I'll cover the rear, you guys retreat first."
Xiao Changge took a step forward and stood beside him, "Senior sisters, please go first."
Zhuo Yu, whose face was pale, did not speak, but he did not move either.
"Why should you go first? It was fine that boys were favored over girls when we were in the mortal world, but now that you have entered the door of cultivation and have no physical deviations, we women are no worse than you." Ding Lanlan said.
Zhuo Yu replied calmly, "These are not just men, but a group of beasts. Their disgusting and rampant behavior will make you regret it."
Ding Lanlan sacrificed her only puppet: "I won't regret it. Before I regret it, I will die in battle."
Lin Yin's face turned pale as he drew out his sword. "That's right, let's fight them. Why should we be afraid of them if we haven't even fought them yet?"
Among all the people here, only Mu Xue understood the gap in strength between the two sides most deeply.
It is difficult for the disciples who grew up in the comfort of the fairy world to be a match for these demon cultivators who have grown up in mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
What's more, there is such a huge gap in the number of people between the two sides.
Mu Xue checked the equipment she carried with her.
Before leaving, the master gave me various defensive magic tools, the senior sister gave me secret medicine for healing, and the senior brothers gave me talismans for escape. I have Yingtianyun and the Binding Immortal Rope that can hold the enemy back so that I can escape.
It was no problem for her to escape alone, but it was almost impossible for her to escape with so many brothers and sisters.
Mu Xue hesitated for a while, took a deep breath, and grasped the cold hilt of the sword in her hand. When she opened her eyes again, there was no hesitation in her eyes, only clarity.
She found back the familiar feeling she hadn't felt for a long time. The feeling of fighting against a powerful enemy without fear of life and death. The feeling of shuttling on the edge of death, with blood boiling and not retreating.
"Master, let me accompany you, cut the enemy's skin, and taste the enemy's blood."
A tender child's voice sounded in Mu Xue's sea of consciousness. The cold dagger in her palm gave her a feeling of telepathy.
Ever since taking the Wangchuan Sword out of the treasure house, Mu Xue has never heard the voice of the sword spirit again.
This was the first time that the sword spirit opened its sword heart and established a connection with her.
The sword spirit with a childish voice was inspired by Mu Xue's fighting spirit, and was as eager and excited as Mu Xue.
What is nature? The original truth.
Cultivate your nature and seek truth. When encountering things, do not force them, but never shrink back or avoid them.
The demon cultivator holding a human head sat on the flying car with his feet crossed. Blood was dripping from the head in his hand. He shook his legs, licked his lips, and prepared to enjoy a feast of killing.
A young nun in red suddenly appeared in front of him.
The female cultivator said nothing, raised her hand and threw out a short sword as smooth as water. The snow sword in the air glowed with a cold light, and the overwhelming icy sword energy had already reached his eyes.
The demon cultivator's pupils suddenly shrank, and he saw that the attacking female cultivator had a layer of black mecha covering her arms. She just raised her hand slightly, without even looking, and instantly dismantled the core parts of the flying car he was sitting in.
The man cursed as the sword energy forced his throat and his flying magic weapon instantly lost power.
He had just fought with the Dongxuan Sect, a major sect in the fairy world.
Those monks were long-winded before the fight and stiff in reaction. He easily cut off three heads of them, which made him look down on them.
He didn't expect that a random little girl here would be as ruthless and decisive as himself. She attacked him with one move, and really put him in an embarrassing situation.
Although the demon cultivator was of low character, his skills were excellent. He turned over and abandoned the flying car. He got out from under the car again, moving like a snake, twisting his body to avoid the cold light in the sky.
In such a dangerous battle, he actually dared to reach out and touch Mu Xue's white and tender cheek, and said dirty words,
"What a hot girl! I'll make you happy in a moment. I promise you'll forget your former gigolo and be reluctant to go back to the fairy world."
Mu Xue was not angry. Her eyes were cold, and the scales and blades on her arms came out together, grabbing the opponent's throat.
At this moment, a scaly arm that was very similar to hers reached out from the side and grabbed the wretched man's throat with lightning speed.
The chattering stopped abruptly.
The iron claw exerted force and threw the man from the air to the ground.
A cloud of dust was stirred up, and the demon cultivator's neck went limp and tilted back, completely lifeless.
The demon cultivator who was Ding Lanlan's opponent was short in stature and had a lewd smile.
But Ding Lanlan was caught in a tough battle. She discovered in despair that although she had practiced for so many years, she was indeed far from being a match for the man in front of her.
The other party was just teasing her with a cat playing with a mouse, which made her exhausted.
Her heart gradually sank to the bottom.
Suddenly, the fierce enemy in front of him seemed to see a demon from hell. He showed a horrified expression and pointed forward, "Cen... Cen, why is he here?"
Then he immediately left Ding Lanlan behind and crawled onto their speeding cars. The group of speeding cars left a long trail of exhaust and disappeared in an instant.
The battle, which was thought to end tragically with a heavy price paid, came to an abrupt end due to the sudden appearance of a demon cultivator dressed in black.
The black-clothed demon cultivator who suddenly came to help, after repelling many enemies, stood alone on the spot, silent and silent. He neither looked back at Zhang Xiaoxue beside him nor showed any intention of leaving.
The disciples of Guiyuan Sect looked at each other, and finally the older Cheng Yan stepped forward to bow and express his gratitude.
"Thank you for your help, Senior. May I ask your name?"
"You don't need to call me senior, just call me...fellow Taoist." The black-clothed demon cultivator corrected him immediately. For some reason, he seemed to be particularly concerned about this matter, and even added, "I used to know Fu Yun from your Xiaoyao Peak, so we are equals."
"Ah, I know you." Ding Lanlan suddenly realized and almost jumped up, "You are the amorous one... No, no, no, you are Cen Qianshan, Cen Dajia, right?"