"What nonsense! Stop adding and subtracting things. Let's just fight with real weapons. The worst that can happen is that both sides will die. It's still unclear who will win or lose." Elder Xingqiong shouted angrily.
"You may not be very powerful, but you have a big mouth. What do you have to fight us to the death?" The golden-winged Roc sneered.
After saying that, he raised his hand and took out a palm-sized square box. He opened the lid and tilted it over. A large number of black figures the size of rice grains poured out from inside. After landing on the ground, they grew rapidly and turned into little demons from the Lion Camel Ridge.
In just a moment, thousands of little demons, led by the demon elders, surrounded the remaining hundreds of people in the center, and the difference between the strong and the weak was immediately clear.
"What's the big deal about having more people? They are just a bunch of small fry, what can they do to me?" Elder Wu Chen said in a stern but cowardly manner.
"You'll know if you try it. Kill him." The Golden-Winged Peng gave the order.
"stop."
At this moment, a loud cry was heard.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw three figures quickly passing through the encirclement and flying closer.
When Shen Luo saw the three figures, he couldn't help but shake his head worriedly.
The leader of the three was Fu Donglai, who had been separated from Shen Luo before. On his way here, he found two powerful ape warriors tied up by spider silk. After rescuing them, they all rushed here together.
"Master, the Three Realms have finally achieved peace. We must not act on impulse. Once a war breaks out again, there will be countless casualties among all living beings in the Three Realms, and there will never be peace." Fu Donglai looked at the master who had taught him how to grow up, and said with heartache.
The golden-winged Roc looked at him, raised his hand and hesitated for a moment, then held it in the air without letting it fall.
But this hesitation only lasted for a moment.
"Kill." The Golden-Winged Peng shouted in a low voice, without looking at Fu Donglai, and waved his hand heavily.
The demons immediately raised their weapons, ready to surround and kill them.
But at this moment, another voice came from the sky: "Who said there are no reinforcements in Fangcun Mountain?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a pink lotus platform came rushing over, with precious light condensing on it. Standing on it was a woman in light blue palace clothing. She was tall, with fair skin, dark eyes, and her face was covered with a thin veil, so her real appearance could not be seen.
However, just by looking at his otherworldly aura and the vague outlines of his facial features, it is not difficult to see that he is a rare figure in the world, like a fairy from heaven.
"Who are you?" The golden-winged Roc looked up and asked with a frown.
He had already seen that this woman's cultivation was not weak, and her foundation in the early stage of True Immortal was already solid, and she had a promising future. However, what he was more concerned about was the aura emanating from the woman, which surprisingly came from Mount Putuo.
A happy smile appeared on Shen Luo's face; he had naturally recognized that person a long time ago.
"I am Nie Caizhu, a disciple from Mount Putuo. I have come to support Mount Fangcun at the order of my master." The woman said, her eyes unconsciously glancing towards Shen Luo.
Hearing this, everyone in Fangcun Mountain was overjoyed, but Jinchi Dapeng and others could not help but ponder.
They looked around and waited for a moment. Seeing that no one showed up, they all had strange looks on their faces.
"Are you the only one coming to support?" The Six-tusked Elephant King couldn't help but ask.
As soon as he finished speaking, a sword flashed and a young man stood on it. He raised his head and took a sip of wine, then laughed loudly, "Lu Huaming, the official of the Great Tang Dynasty, is here to help."