"The second-generation master of the Dazhou Demon Sect, the Immortal Demon Lord, killed my grandfather's grandfather's grandfather...'s grandfather. Since then, he has formed an undying feud with my Immortal Demon Phoenix clan!
In the following thousands of years, the body-refining lineage of the Great Zhou Demon Sect and my immortal demon phoenix clan had many battles, with each winning and losing. However, after careful calculation, your body-refining clan still owes my immortal demon phoenix clan a life. "
The black phoenix in the sky was suspended outside the formation, looking down at the people of the Demon Sect with a very cold tone.
Seeing the blazing black flames all around it, everyone in the Demon Sect felt very heavy.
Before coming here, the sect master once mentioned that the spiritual fire all over the body of the Immortal Demonic Phoenix can burn everything. Only the top experts of the body refining lineage can withstand the powerful spiritual fire and fight against the Immortal Demonic Phoenix clan.
Therefore, the sect leader told them to stay away if they encounter the immortal demon phoenix clan.
But who would have thought that this time they came to the front line to defend the city
If the defenders retreat without fighting, their reputation as a coward will be firmly established. The cultivators of the Demon Sect cannot afford to lose such a person.
"Where are the people from your Demon Sect Body Refining lineage?" Seeing no one reply, the Immortal Demon Phoenix asked coldly.
"If only my senior brother were here! See if he can't kill you..."
Yuan Qingtian jumped out and wanted to curse, but in the middle of his words, he was covered by several young disciples of the Demon Sect behind him.
…
Seeing this, the immortal demon phoenix completely lost his patience, and a black line of fire spurted out, blasting directly towards the canopy formation!
Several Nascent Souls in the formation mobilized their spiritual power to resist at the same time, but the black line of fire seemed to be able to burn spiritual power, directly burning all the spiritual power, and then slammed into the canopy formation!
boom!
A bang!
A big hole was directly burned out of the canopy formation! When all the demon monks saw this scene, their pupils shrank suddenly.
This black flame is too powerful!
"It's only in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, destroy it!"
The head of the demon department slapped the writhing earth dragon several tens of meters away, then turned around and shouted at the demon monks.
He is the person with the highest cultivation level in this industry, and he is also the so-called city lord on the surface.
As soon as he finished speaking, a demon cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage came to him in the sky.
A group of monks from the Demon Sect launched a siege on the immortal demon phoenix.
However, for such an undead demon phoenix in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, their five Nascent Soul attacks were unable to break through the black flames surrounding the opponent.
At this moment, they had to admit that the demon clan... also had such things as geniuses. The ones they faced before were just rotten fish and shrimps.
Not long after the battle, hundreds of streams of light in the distance had already rushed into the formation, and the twelfth city instantly became in danger.
…
Almost at the same moment.
The special support team patrolling back and forth within the second line of defense received the emergency message.
"The twelfth city's formation was broken..."
A middle-aged Nascent Soul leader who was leading the team suddenly flashed his eyes when he saw the words "Twelfth City", as if he remembered something.
He has not forgotten... A certain big shot once gave him a hint, asking him to "take care of" the Great Zhou Demon Sect in the twelfth city.
An old Nascent Soul man behind him said hurriedly: "Sir, the monks in the twelfth city are not weak in combat. Their formations have been broken. They may have encountered an extremely powerful enemy. Let's go over quickly to provide support. .”
The middle-aged Yuanying man's face kept changing after hearing this, and at this moment, he knew that the summons token also lit up.
"The thirty-second city formation has been broken!"
Seeing this news, the middle-aged Nascent Soul man was relieved and said coldly: "Go to the 32nd city! The monks in the 12th city have various methods, maybe they can hold on for a while longer!"
Several people behind him were hesitant to speak, but in the end they didn't say anything.
After all, the Northern Territory is the territory of the Haoran Sword Sect. If the demonic path and the Qi Lian lineage are in trouble at the same time, then there is nothing wrong with supporting the Qi Lian lineage first based on their distance and proximity.
…
Half an hour later.
The twelfth city had been bombarded to pieces. As for the thousand low-level monks guarding the city, they were burned to ashes early and were all killed.
Not only that, everyone in the Demon Sect was also seriously injured. Not to mention more than a dozen Jindan Demon Cultivators died, and everyone in the Nine Nascent Souls was also injured.
Yuan Qingtian was covered in blood. After assassinating a golden elixir demon cultivator, a look of despair appeared on his face.
"Why hasn't the special support team arrived yet?"
After hearing his question, a summons token fell from the sky, and at the same time, the leader of the Poison Department shouted loudly!
"Yuan Qingtian! Ask for help from Dajin! Our Demon Sect has a grudge against a certain senior executive of Daxia! Don't expect any special support team!"
Yuan Qingtian looked a little confused when he heard this. He had lost his memory early and some things were not very clear.
But asking him to ask for help from that bastard Chen Chen, how is this possible!
Even if you die! It’s absolutely impossible…
Snap!
Before he could continue thinking, the arm of the Poison Sect Master fell in front of him, exuding a thick black aura.
Looking at the arm, Yuan Qingtian's pupils narrowed.
The leader of the Poison Department just said something to him, lost a token, and paid the price with one hand. How cruel was this battle? And how could he... just watch his colleagues from the Demon Sect die like this
Thinking of this, Yuan Qingtian couldn't help but burst into tears.
At this moment, he remembered the scene where his senior brother was facing a spiritual vein that was about to explode, and faced a powerful enemy, and asked him and a group of young sect leaders to leave quickly!
Senior brother is willing to sacrifice his life for the sake of his fellow disciples, but he, Yuan Qingtian, is so selfish. Compared to senior brother... he is really inferior!
Thinking of this, Yuan Qingtian gritted his teeth, his lips were bleeding, and he struggled to pick up the communication token. He looked like he was holding a mountain with difficulty.
After sending a message asking for help, Yuan Qingtian felt that his whole life was completely dim. Wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, he roared in grief and rushed towards a group of Jindan demon cultivators.
I made up my mind to fight and die here before that person came! This way you can save some face! By the way, I can also find my senior brother!
…
In the sixteenth city, Chen Chen was practicing silently.
At this moment, he is just waiting for the war to end to collect the spirit stones. In the past half month, many cities have noticed the superior defense of the 16th City, but no one has imitated it.
Because the consumption is too huge!
Coming to the border between the two tribes to participate in the war is only part of the journey of cultivating immortals, not the whole of it. It is impossible for people from other cities to devote the entire sect or even the entire country to the war.
In their view, what Da Jin did was just like an ordinary person who went bankrupt to celebrate his sixtieth birthday.
The gain outweighs the loss!
But they won't say much, after all, everyone has their own ambitions.
"The twelfth city encountered a strong enemy... unable to resist, the city has been destroyed, please support."
At this time, a certain communication token in Chen Chen's storage ring lit up.
Seeing this message, Chen Chen suddenly opened his eyes and without any hesitation, he stood up and walked out.
He had been in the Demon Sect for a while, and it was impossible to say he didn't have feelings.
Moreover, he once fought with the young masters of the Demon Sect.
Shen Lin, the young master of the Corpse Refining Department, even fell into the maze because of him, and even the unreliable Yuan Qingtian was seriously injured because of him.
Not to mention that more than half a month ago, a group of Nascent Souls from the Demon Sect came to his rescue when faced with his current identity.
Although the people from this demon sect practice all kinds of strange techniques, most of them are gentle people.
Thinking of this, he took a deep breath and his voice spread throughout the Sixteenth City.
"Leave fifty Jindan monks to control the spirit cannons and guard this city. The rest will follow me to support the twelfth city!"
(End of chapter)