The solemn monk tried his best to suppress the curses that came out of his mouth. His eyes were as wide as copper bells, and he wanted to eat those guys in the Sand Demon Cave alive.
"Don't talk nonsense." Monk Konglun frowned slightly, and there was silence in front of the army for a while.
At this time, a ruthless voice came from the top of the Sand Demon Cave.
"Hey... those bald donkeys who hide their heads and show their tails, why do you want to trouble your grandpa again? Do you want him to loosen your bones?"
Upon hearing this, the solemn monk said immediately, "How dare you, senior brother, I'll go back and teach that beast a lesson!"
Monk Kong Lun said again, "Be careful and don't be reckless."
At this time, the sword-carrying old man with the immortal spirit stepped forward and said, "Immortal Master, let us follow Immortal Master Jianqing. Destroying the Sand Demon Cave will also bring blessings to hundreds of millions of living beings." ”
Monk Konglun heard the words, but did not express his position.
Another pure-faced monk came forward and saluted, "Brother, the rules and regulations no longer have any meaning to them. Since the last time we came here, the blood here has been nearly ten times richer. Apparently, they have massacred again." Countless people."
"If we continue not to punish him, I am afraid that this whole world will fall into a bloody disaster."
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"What are those old bald donkeys talking about? Why don't they take action!" An ugly and ferocious top cultivator said impatiently on the city wall of Sand Demon Cave.
Cui Jing glared at him, and then said in a deep voice, "Everyone, please be silent and be prepared!"
"This time, whoever cuts off a bald donkey's head will be rewarded with blood from all over the pond!"
As soon as these words came out, the city wall suddenly became agitated again, and all the top cultivators had their eyes wide open, and they were already a little impatient.
"What's going on? It seems they are really going to fight." Several figures quietly squeezed onto the city wall.
Chen Qing put his hand on his forehead and looked at the killing army in the distance with wide eyes.
Jian Wushuang did not speak, looking through the light red haze at the few monks standing in front of the army.
Everything has two opposite sides, life versus death, emptiness versus abundance.
The resentment of the creatures in the Sand Demon Cave has become so strong that it cannot be resolved, so there will inevitably be an opposite side to it.
Could it be that these monks represent the extremes of the other side
Perhaps this is an opportunity to unravel the inexplicable cause and effect on them.
The light in Jian Wu's eyes flashed away. He was waiting and taking advantage of the situation.
In the Sand Demon Cave City, the evil top cultivators that covered the sky flew up. It seemed that they were about to be unable to suppress the riot, and rushed out of the city, tearing apart the assembled armies.
Cui Jing was also a little impatient and kept hitting the ground with the eight-foot stick in his hand.
At this moment, the few monks who were standing in front of the black army suddenly came out of the air.
"Sir Cui Jing, please listen to the old man's instructions."
The solemn Monk Jianqing suppressed the discomfort in his heart and spoke loudly against his will.
Cui Jing, who was far away on the city wall, heard this and smiled ferociously.
"Shan your mother, brothers, all rush forward and tear them apart!"
After receiving the order, a wave of bloodthirsty excitement surged into the sky.
"No, the fight was so hasty?!" Jian Wushuang and others couldn't believe it.
Cui Jing is simply a mad dog...
The top cultivators, covered in darkness and covering the sky, seemed to have broken through their restraints, rushing out of the Sand Demon Cave City like blood-drinking wolves.
Like the dark Milky Way flowing backwards, when the few monks who came here to give useless instructions saw this, their expressions froze, and then they clasped their hands together in a still posture. Thousands of precious lights came and dispersed the eroding blood energy.
Monk Jianqing, on the other hand, was almost filled with rage, and his mindless sentence of "please be kind to your mother" almost instantly ignited his fiery temper.
"What an evil beast, this poor monk will definitely destroy you physically and mentally today!" Jian Qing stepped on the flowing clouds and climbed straight up, his tooth-white gown being blown by the strong wind.
"Junior brothers, help me!"
A total of four rays of light poured out from the palms of the four monks behind Jian Qing, merged into a rainbow bridge, and led away.
Jian Qing Bao Xiang was stern, he put his palms together, faced the dark Milky Way, and recited the magic formula!
"Everything is infinite, formless and mighty!"
On a huge rainbow bridge, as the heaven and earth trembled, a majestic white dragon with four corners emerged.
Under the white dragon, Jian Qing took on the posture of a furious-eyed Vajra, blasting out magic spells from his hand.
The world was trembling, and the majestic white dragon opened its huge mouth, carrying the general trend of the world, and faced tens of thousands of top cultivators.
The two collided and erupted with an unparalleled giant light.
At this moment, the earth was torn apart, the wild sand fell silent, and poured into the center of the earth.
The dark Milky Way was violently shattered by the illustrious White Dragon Treasure.
Countless ferocious top cultivators fell from the sky, already seriously injured and dying.
Similarly, the White Dragon Treasure was also shattered. The ashen-faced Monk Jianqing, undaunted, held a black iron Zen staff and rushed into the Sand Demon Cave camp without stopping to suppress it.
The army assembled by eighty-seven sects could no longer hold back at this moment.
The old man with the immortal spirit suddenly pulled out his real sword and pointed it straight at the sky, "Destroy the Sand Demon Cave and open up a path of cultivation for our descendants!"
The lingering sound stirred up the sky. At this moment, eighty-seven sects and more than 16,000 cultivators were engaged in a bloody battle against the Sand Demon Cave!
Black and white collided, and a brutal fight broke out.
The long wind howled mournfully, and the top cultivators continued to die and then fall.
They are all the most amazing geniuses in each sect under this vast heaven, and have the brightest path to practice.
But in the battle with the Sand Demon Cave, they were destroyed and died one after another.
And in the realm of this Sand Demon Cave, the strength of the top cultivators gathered was more or less affected in different ways.
Casualties appeared at a speed visible to the naked eye. Countless geniuses died, and the broken corpses of gods fell to the ground like falling rain.
On the city wall at this moment, Jian Wushuang's expression became a little solemn.
When the melee broke out, the dozen monks were already at the forefront, fighting with the top cultivators of the Sand Demon Cave.
And Jian Wushuang had no way to get close to them.
Even if his strength is restored to its peak and he resolutely breaks into this melee, he will be seriously injured if he is not careful, let alone the state where he is still unable to freely control the Yanli.
"Is there no other way?" Jian Wushuang remained silent, while quickly thinking in his heart about how to get closer.
The strength of these monks is not outstanding. They are all in the realm of immortals. Naturally, they did not lose at all in this melee. Ordinary top cultivators cannot get close at all.
Under their leadership, although the assembled sects were seriously injured, they showed a flat push and pushed towards the city wall bit by bit.
(End of chapter)