Jiang Shentian and Qi Sha each held a spear and came to the front of the shuttle boat formation.
The disciples of Huasheng Temple chanted a protective mantra in the center, and a layer of golden light spread out, like a huge golden bell, emitting bursts of Buddha's light.
On both sides were cultivators from various sects who were good at fire magic and used lightning talismans. At the back were the disciples of Tianji City led by Shen Luo and Yan Wu Shi.
Shen Luo glanced at Elder You Li who was already dead, and then looked at Elder Hei Li who was still imprisoned.
"What about the two of them?"
"Forget about the dead ones, the living ones are still of some use." Yan Wu Shi said calmly.
As he spoke, he raised his hand and a two-meter-tall humanoid armor appeared in front of him.
Yan Wu Shi took out a strange talisman, stuck it on Elder Hei Li's body, and then picked him up.
As he activated his magical power, a black space opened up in the belly of the humanoid Yanjia, and blue runes lit up inside.
Yan Wu Shi threw Hei Li in with an expressionless face, and the black space closed immediately.
Only a muffled groan was heard from the abdomen of Yanjia, followed by a painful groan.
Under the effect of the talisman, Elder Heili's magic power began to be continuously drawn into Yanjia's body, causing the talismans around Yanjia to light up and emanate strong magical fluctuations from his body.
Yan Wu Shi waved his hand casually, and the Yan Jia broke away from the crowd and went towards the fox spirit and evil ghost that were chasing them.
The two long swords clenched in his hands burst into flames with a whoosh, and he strode into the encirclement of fox spirits and evil ghosts, swinging his swords and slashing wildly. Large groups of fox spirits were hit by the flaming swords and turned into countless green spots of light, floating into the void.
The proactive attack of this Yanjia was like a fuse, igniting the offensive enthusiasm of the fox spirit army, and countless green undeads surged over from all directions like a tide.
Upon seeing this, the monks from Xuanhuo Sect and Shangyang Gate felt their scalps tingling and began to use their magic.
Balls of blazing flames continuously fell from the sky and smashed into the fox spirits and evil ghosts all around. The restraining effect was very obvious, and soon the fox spirits and evil ghosts were dispersed one after another.
The monks of the Qingfu Sect did not dare to be lazy either. They sacrificed the talismans in their hands one after another, summoning lightning to strike the fox spirits and evil ghosts. The whole team began to move towards the valley entrance.
Shen Luo looked from afar and saw that the Qingqiu fox cultivators on the top of the city had no intention of coming down to join the battle. He knew that these evil fox spirits were most likely forcibly detained and their attacks were probably indiscriminate.
As long as those Taiyi-level cultivators do not take action, it will be much easier for them to leave alive.
While he was thinking about this, there was a sudden bulge on the ground behind him. It seemed that something was sneaking up from underground. Wherever it passed, a high bulge appeared on the ground, which scattered many fox spirits and evil ghosts.
Shen Luo didn't have time to check it carefully, so he clenched his hand in the air and the Minghong sword appeared again.
He raised the knife with one arm, poured the magic power into his body, and the blade made a whistling sound, chopping down towards the constantly bulging ground.
"clang"
A clear sound of a sword rang out, and a sword light that was a hundred feet long rolled up the vitality of heaven and earth and fell to the ground. The whole valley shook violently, stirring up billowing smoke and dust.