They are indeed fooled, and these altars are really useless.
At the beginning, in order to prevent the demons from making trouble, Jingyue planned to build altars in the extreme north, west of Shu, Xianan, and east of Yudong, in order to attract the attention of the demons and cover up his true purpose.
But the magic cultivators are not easy to fool, they must be extremely real, so only a few cultivators of the right way know about this matter.
Each of these monks who know the inside story has a bell. The bell is specially made by Liuyuan Pavilion. No matter how far apart, as long as the main bell rings, the other bells can respond.
And the main bell, of course, is on Jing Yue.
When he arranged the last formation, he rang the main bell, and the other monks were instructed to retreat from the altar decisively.
Although there are inevitably sacrifices in the process, they are all for the ultimate victory. Every cultivator who participates, no matter where he is, no matter which battlefield he is in, he is ready to sacrifice.
Maybe some people will be angry for a while when they learn that they have been deceived, but the general situation is like this, and after they figure it out, they will only sigh.
In the face of the devil, whether you are an insider or not, you must do your best to act in this scene.
They entered the play, and also brought the magic way and the demon clan into the play.
At this time, in a secret place in the west of Shu, Han Guang's roar spread throughout the hall.
"I said long ago that the most powerful people in the righteous way did not go to protect the altar, so they must be deceived!" He glared at a beautiful young man, "It's you! At a critical moment, we must forcefully occupy a place! Now that the lost soldiers will not be said, there is nothing to catch!"
The young man smiled slightly, his long and narrow eyes full of charm, "How do I know that they are willing to give up so many monks just to make a show? Besides, isn't Sect Master Han also worried? When you heard about Sanjie Temple, Han Yunzong, Wanming Sword Sect has all started to act, isn't it also panicking?" Otherwise, why would you be willing to send tens of thousands more demon cultivators
Han Guang's face was slightly distorted, as if he was defending himself: "I really didn't expect that in order to deceive us, Zhengdao saw so many fellow cultivators die. It's against human ethics and morality, how can you accuse us of being demons?"
The young man thought, isn't your human race so hypocritical? It's the same whether it's true or false.
Han Guang walked in the hall with his hands behind his back, his eyes full of sullenness, "Now they are one step ahead of us, I am worried that the matter of the devil's womb will change. ."
The young man is Hu Huang Jialou, and he squinted slightly, "Sect Master Han should be very clear that we have given you all the demon fruit of the demon clan. As for the other four, you failed to keep Jingyue and the others back then."
When he mentioned this, Han Guang wanted to get angry again, and he blamed these monsters for being foolishly deceived by the surname Jing! However, Jialou laughed and said, "Sect Master, don't be in a hurry, the devil's womb is conceived by heaven, and no matter what the right way does, it can't be stopped. Within a year, the devil's womb will inevitably come."
"But the devil's womb is always weak when it is first born, and there is always a danger. If not, why would your demon clan exert so much force? If Zhengdao really finds a way to deal with the devil's womb, the later the devil's womb is born, their preparation time will be limited. The more I am full, the more I can feel at ease." Han Guang said the lower the air pressure, remembered the four golden lights from the south, east, north and west reported by his subordinates, and said solemnly: "Maybe, they are all ready!"
Jialou's eyes flickered slightly, and he smiled lightly: "Sect Master Han wants the devil to be born earlier, but there is actually another way."
Han Guang was stunned for a moment, and saw Jialou's eyes lightly glance behind him, and Han Guang's body suddenly became cold.
Standing behind him are the disciples of Gui Fuzong, who are not only powerful, but also his cronies. The reason why his heart is cold is because he understands the meaning of Garou - offering sacrifices to these demon cultivators can give birth to demon embryos!
Those people didn't see Jialou's eyes, let alone what Han Guang was thinking, they were standing obediently with their hands down.
Han Guang glanced at them, hating the cold-blooded and ruthless monsters in his heart, he wanted to scold, but in the end he pursed his thin lips into a straight line, and his eyes were cold.
On the other side, Jingyue had left from the west of Shu, and after more than ten days of running around, he came to Zhongzhou.
At this time, he was in a small border town in Central Continent, but there was not a single living person in the city, only blood and corpses all over the ground.
Jing Yue frowned, knowing that a demon tide had been encountered here, and sighed: "I didn't expect that the demon tide has developed to Central Continent..."
However, it is not surprising that Central Continent is not far from Xiaoxi Lu Continent. In addition, many of the major factions in Central Continent have left, and the cultivators have their own restraints. Naturally, there is no one to look after the small town here.
He just took two steps and suddenly stopped - if this city is already so miserable, then the surrounding cities...
Jing Yue hurriedly called out Xiao Canglan, Yu Jian soaring into the sky.
Just a thousand miles away from Jingyue, there is an elegant city.
Originally, the city was as elegant as the city name, with Chinese people coming out in large numbers, and the monks also used writing and ink as a magic tool, and the whole city seemed to be stained with the fragrance of ink.
But now, there is no incense in the city, only the smell of blood and the stench of monsters. Monsters break into the city. The monks use their four treasures of the study to resist, but where can they resist
A cultivator dressed as a scholar carries a writing brush, the pen is bright and shiny, as if it is not a common thing.
His body was stained with blood, and there was a scar with deep visible bone on his face from the left ear to the corner of his mouth, but his expression did not show a trace of embarrassment. He said to the monk who was holding the picture scroll beside him: "Have all the mortals in the city sent it away?"
"Let's go, eldest brother and second brother, they have sent the last batch of mortals. As long as we delay for a while, they can go further."
"That's good, I hope they can successfully escape to Baihui City, where the Zhuge family is in charge and won't be easily attacked by monsters."
As soon as he finished speaking, a half-zhang thick snake bit the scholar, and the scholar hurriedly took the pen and wrote the word "Feng", each stroke of which was smooth and vigorous, vigorous and free. As soon as the writing came out, the giant snake seemed to be imprisoned and could not move forward, and could only struggle in place.
The floating word "Feng" kept shaking, and there were signs of getting weaker and weaker. The scholar also struggled to resist, his arms were shaking.
Seeing this, the picture scroll cultivator wanted to come to help, and Xili killed a few more monsters, and he soon fell into a hard fight.
But as more and more monsters rushed over, the two gradually lost their support. They saw that the word "Feng" was broken. Another monk's picture was also cut by the monster's claws and torn to pieces in the blink of an eye. Their exhausted bodies The shape is reflected in a pair of red eyes, already surrounded by monsters.
Most of them can only come here. The scholar is a little disappointed, but not afraid. From the moment he decides to defend the city, he is ready to live and die with Fengya City.
The city was broken, and the fragrance of ink in the city was scattered. From then on, only the wind and rain were heard but not the sound of reading. Thousands of years of literary atmosphere were destroyed in one fell swoop.
But the people in the city escaped. Although most of them were mortals, the mortals who grew up in Fengya City would definitely be influenced by the city's soul, and there was a sense of righteousness in their chests.
This tone will take root and sprout at the right time and grow into a second elegant city!
A tiger beast swooped down, and the scholar didn't blink, staring at the monster.
He hasn't fallen yet, which means that he still has a little strength in his body. He will use the last bit of strength to kill another monster!
"Roar-"
The tiger beast jumped in half, and its body suddenly split from the middle, and the stench of blood splattered all over the floor.
The scholar was stunned. From the gap between the body of the tiger and the beast, he saw a backlit figure—the man was carrying a long sword, and his momentum was like a sword, walking step by step.
"Qin... It's Old Ancestor Qin!"
The picture scroll monk revealed the identity of the other party, and saw a dazzling sword light flashing. After the sword light passed, the bodies of monsters were everywhere.
He couldn't come back to his senses, and he was about to die. How could the situation suddenly be reversed
At this time, he saw the rumored icy-cold Old Ancestor Qin suddenly laughed, standing in the sea of blood on the mountain of corpses, his eyes like stars.
"Ajing is here." He heard Qin Yanzhi say.
The next moment, he saw another Taoist coming from the sky. The Taoist was very beautiful. It was the famous ancestor of the Cold Cloud Sect, Jingyue!
Jingyue chased him all the way, and walked several cities. He didn't encounter any demon waves, and only saw people who were still in shock after escaping from the dead.
He knew that Qin Yanzhi was in front of him, and he had done what he wanted to do, until he came to Fengya City, and he finally saw him.
"Yanzhi." Jing Yue stepped forward naturally and smiled at Qin Yanzhi.
Qin Yanzhi: "Are you all ready?"
Jing Yue nodded.
Qin Yanzhi: "Let's go then, don't make Jiji wait too long."
Jing Yue: "Okay."
The two of them walked away, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
Only the remaining monks in the city, who had just killed themselves, looked at each other and couldn't believe their luck.
Picture scroll monk: "We... are you all right?"
The scholar smiled slightly, "The demons are all dead, what else is there to be in danger? At least for the time being, they have survived."
Even temporarily, as long as you survive, you will be able to do more things, and you will be able to drive the wind and rain for this city, and continue the culture!
The Fengya City on the frontier is caught in the jubilation of the rest of the life after the catastrophe, and in the middle of the continent, there is a city of forgetting the sea - this city is in the mainland, far away from the sea, so it is named Wanghai.
There is a mountain outside Wanghai City called Kongjue Mountain. On the top of the mountain, a blue-haired chicken is sitting on a rock, sometimes pecking at its feathers, sometimes looking up at the sky.
"Jingjing hasn't come yet, Jiji is angry!"
"When Jingjing comes, you must kiss him a hundred times before Jiji will forgive him!"
"It's the first time Jiji has been separated from Jingjing for so long. I miss Jingjing so much..."
The little blue chicken muttered, tears welling up in Dou's eyes.
Suddenly, he saw two black dots appearing in the sky, and the black dots were getting closer and closer. It was the two people he was familiar with!
“Jingjing!!!!”
Lan Feng flew into the sky and jumped straight into Jing Yue's arms, and suddenly turned into a person because he was too excited.
Hearing a "bang", Lan Feng slammed into Jing Yue, and the sudden "car accident" knocked Jing Yue off the flying sword and smashed it into the ground.
Qin Yanzhi, an eyewitness to the car accident: "..."
Jing Yue, the victim of the car accident: "jiji!!!!!!"
Lan Siji, the perpetrator of the car accident: "Hey..."