Murderous aura filled the air, blood stained the mountains and rivers.
In the far north of Luzhou, Gu Xia had just killed a demon soldier, and his hand holding the sword was shaking slightly.
"Are you okay?" Zheng Baixu, who had ended the battle, gave him a hand, "These demon soldiers seem to be getting stronger and stronger."
Gu Xia: "It's not that the magic soldiers are getting stronger, it's that we are getting weaker."
Zheng Bai was silent for a moment, and looked at the monks in the auxiliary formation not far away. Some of those cultivators were from the Cold Cloud Sect, and there were also some other cultivators. If it was just the Cold Cloud Sect, it would not be able to give so much power and complete the auxiliary formation.
And although he is also a purple mansion, his task is to protect the people in the auxiliary formation, because the people in the auxiliary formation cannot leave their positions.
At this time, the old ancestor Liu Feng had urged her eight-tone demon annihilation formation. Eight women of different colors were protecting the auxiliary formation. In addition to the formation, there were many monks guarding and fighting with the demon soldiers. .
The auxiliary formation was well protected, but Zheng Bai could see that most of them were a little overwhelmed.
Zheng Bai: "I remember Patriarch Jing said that after the birth of the demon, until he evolves into adulthood, it is his weak period. Now he has such strength just after he was born, and when the weak period passes..."
Gu Xia: "The soldiers will block the water and the soil, and the ancestors are also doing their best. We just keep the auxiliary formation, and don't think too much about other things."
Zheng Bai nodded, "You're right, keep the auxiliary formation no matter what."
As soon as the words fell, Zheng Bai suddenly felt his body soften, as if an invisible big hand had drained his spiritual power.
Not only Zheng Bai, but Gu Xia's face was also pale, and he couldn't help groaning.
Zheng Bai: "Is the fetus evolved again?!"
He looked at the demon soldier who was suddenly raised a few feet not far away, and speculated like this.
Gu Xia: "Mostly so."
Zheng Bai: "Could it be that he turned into a child so quickly?!"
Now the information related to the magic womb is no longer a secret. Zheng Bai knows that after the birth of the devil womb, it needs to go through the stages of childhood and adolescence, and then it will become an adult body. The strength of the magic embryo will increase greatly every time it advances, and the luck of the magic will also be stronger.
As one goes up and down, the whole righteous path is naturally suppressed.
Gu Xia said with a sullen face, "It's the first time that we have encountered a demon embryo. Even Old Ancestor Jing doesn't fully know the specific situation. It's the same sentence. No matter what the situation is, we will defend the auxiliary formation."
Zheng Bai: "Yeah!"
The two rushed into the magic soldiers together, drew their swords and fought again.
The sound of the fighting was deafening, the landslides and the ground collapsed in the field of vision, fire, rain, thunder and wind.
Although mortals can imagine the battle of life and death in Xiujie, they only know how cruel they are when they are in it.
Because the death of mortals is only the death of blood and stumps, only the death of the flesh; and the death of a monk is likely to be wiped out, and even the soul will be destroyed, and there will be no afterlife.
"Clang-"
A cultivator's sword was broken in two. He decisively threw the broken sword away, choked with both hands, and released the spell.
The nearby land quickly turned into a quagmire, trying to devour everything on the ground, and the demon soldiers had to float up in the air, but a huge red-burning rock rolled down, directly dispersing the demon soldiers.
But at the same time, a long spear condensed with demonic energy passed through the monk's abdomen, the spear shook, and a large hole was opened in the monk's abdomen. A huge force hit the monk's vest, breaking his bones.
The monk opened his blood-red eyes and lost his breath.
The scene of death did not attract unnecessary attention, as each faced countless enemies.
Even though the strength of the magic soldiers is only Zifu, and the monks have caves and even return to the void, but there is an endless supply of magic soldiers, but the monks kill one less than one, and thousands of ants can always kill an elephant.
On the battlefield, life and death are numb.
At this time, Mu Feng was also facing the siege of six demon soldiers. He was covered in wounds, his face was stained with blood, and his spiritual power was almost drained, reaching the limit.
As a cutting-edge generation of Cold Cloud Sect, Mu Feng has never dared to forget that he is today, it was Old Ancestor Jing who reshaped his dantian for him, and it was the sect that gave him the opportunity to start over.
He wanted to repay Old Ancestor Jing and the sect, but right now, his vision became blurred.
If possible, he would explode Zidan without hesitation, but he didn't dare, because the auxiliary formation was behind him, because there were countless fellow disciples of the righteous path who were in a hard fight.
Mu Feng's body was shaky, like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, reaching the end of his life.
In a trance, he went back two thousand years ago, back to the martial arts field of the Cold Cloud Sect, and he saw a sword that dazzled him again. It was the basic swordsmanship of the Cold Cloud Sect, and it was given to him by the ancestor Jing. first class.
Although many years have passed, he still remembers that dazzling purple sword light, and recalls it from time to time. At that time, Old Ancestor Jing took away his self-confidence and firmness with one sword, but for many years later, this sword light became his belief.
- He wants to be like Old Ancestor Jing, frightened by a sword!
Perhaps when a person is in a dead end, the most powerful potential will always explode. Mu Feng looked back at this sword so carefully, as if the fragments in his memories were suddenly transformed into images and played back in his consciousness at the slowest speed. .
He could see Old Ancestor Jing's cold eyes, the posture of the opponent holding the sword, and every detail of the sword move.
In an instant, Mu Feng had an unprecedented understanding of this sword, which did not require any spiritual power.
So, he cut out with one sword!
At this moment, there was only one thought in Mu Feng's mind, which was what the real person told him on the first day he entered the sect—
"Those who violate the power of my Cold Cloud Sect will be punished!"
The shouts of all efforts erupted together with the sword light, and after the sword light, the six demon soldiers had all turned into smoke.
Mu Feng swayed, his knees went weak, he fell to the ground, and never got up again.
The cultivator's blood painted Wanli Shenzhou into a red picture, but on the tenth day, every sect was destroyed, every city was slaughtered, and the Qifang Realm was full of mourning.
What is even more distressing is that the thousands of years, or even thousands of years of accumulation and inheritance, of the Righteous Dao sect have also become precarious in this calamity.
Down South.
Most of the disciples in Qingzhuzhai participated in the auxiliary formation, and there were a few people left behind the sect.
At this time, the five-path true monarch, who had cultivated into the Purple Mansion, said to a handsome child, "The mountain protection formation can't support it for too long. I beg my uncle to leave immediately!"
The child was about five or six years old, but he was of a very high rank in Qingzhuzhai, because he was transformed by Tianzhu, and it was the Tianzhu clone that Jingyue cut in half with the cracked bamboo. It's just that it's not easy to cultivate as a clone. After a thousand years, his appearance has not changed much.
"No! Let's go together!" Elder Tianzhu stubbornly refused.
Wudao Zhenjun said anxiously: "Now the disaster is approaching, whether it is successful or not with Jing Paozu, Qingzhuzhai can't hold it anymore! Once we leave, what will happen to the inheritance of ten thousand years in the door?"
Elder Tianzhu: "But if you want to seal the Wanfu Pagoda, you must mobilize the blood sacrifice to seal the breath array, and you will all die!"
Wudao Zhenjun: "I died for my Qingzhuzhai inheritance, what's the regret of death?"
The old man Tianzhu's eyes were blood red, "I am also willing to lay down my life for the inheritance of Qingzhuzhai, I will stay, you can find someone else to go."
Wudao Zhenjun: "You have a high level of cultivation, and you are a child. You have the best chance to deceive people in the devil's way, and you have the best chance to survive! If the calamity can be successfully passed, you will come back to open the Wanfu Pagoda! If... Then you can live a good life, and one day, your younger generation will come here and let the Wanfu Pagoda see the sky again!"
Seeing that the old man Tianzhu wanted to speak, Wudao Zhenjun suddenly knelt down and kowtowed: "Uncle Master, this disciple is begging you!"
Elder Tianzhu's eyes became hot and he nodded slightly.
On that day, the most famous Tianzhu in Qingzhuzhai withered overnight. At the same time, the Wanfu Pagoda, where countless talismans and books were stored, disappeared without a trace.
The largest Fuxiu sect in the Qifang Realm, there is no one alive.
If it was said that the preservation of the inheritance was a decision made by the disciples of Qingzhuzhai when they were desperate, then the reason why Tianzhu Elders left was because they still had hope in their hearts.
And this hope is in Jing Yue's hands.
At this time, Jingyue was trying his best to refine the demon holy fruit. He knew that he didn't have much time. Once the evolution of the demon embryo was over, the right path would have no chance. Therefore, he does not hesitate to consume himself, and absorbs the power of the demon holy fruit far beyond the load, although doing so will cause irreversible damage to his tendons and dantian.
Around him, there are Qin Yanzhi, Yi Ye and Cheng Nian guarding, and there are many monks of the right way who came later, fighting against the magic soldiers.
Blood was sprinkled everywhere like rain, and even Qin Yanzhi's face was stained with a little blood. Those bloodstains were not his, but it still made people feel the pain.
Qin Yanzhi did not dare to leave the defense, so he could only manipulate the twin souls of Taiqing and Daoyi to strangle the demon soldiers, as did Yiye and Cheng Nian.
But there are too many demon soldiers, and I'm afraid it won't last for a few more days. What's more, the demon embryo has been growing, the strength of the demon soldiers has been continuously improved, and the burden of the monks has become heavier and heavier.
If Jingyue can no longer start the great formation, I'm afraid...
Suddenly, within a radius of hundreds of miles, everyone felt a strong chill.
Obviously the sky has not changed, but fine snow floats in the air. Once the crystal clear snowflakes are stained with the magic soldiers, they can immediately destroy them, as if they were purified.
At the same time, the earth, green trees, and even rivers, lakes and seas within a hundred miles were frozen into ice, and Kongjue Mountain became an iceberg carved by frost.
A snowflake fell on Qin Yanzhi's long eyelashes, he was stunned for a moment, then turned around abruptly.
He saw Jingyue's whole body exuding bright blue light, and under the light and shadow, his cheeks were quiet and gentle, like a jade statue. At the same time, the surrounding spiritual energy rioted, and the water spiritual energy was extremely active, constantly gathering around Jingyue.
"Master is going to be promoted to Tribulation?"
Of course, Yi Ye and Cheng Nian were aware of such a big movement, and asked Qi Qi at this time.
The two of them stared at Jing Yue without blinking, and Cheng Nian didn't even notice that Yi Ye missed his mouth.
Qin Yanzhi nodded slightly, and even raised his heart, I was afraid that there would be an accident.
"boom-"
Just listening to a loud noise, the spiritual energy blasted away like an explosion, forming a transparent wave that swept through the mountains.
The heart of the merit stone suddenly brightened with golden light, and the sun, which was originally covered by cloudy clouds, revealed a complete circle again.
Thousands of auspicious qi descended from the stars, and with the great sun as an array, staggered vertical and horizontal lines were drawn on the ground, outlining the appearance of a chessboard.
The strong demonic energy faded a bit, and the demon soldiers shrunk back to the size they had just been born, but the monks felt full of power.
In Jibei, Yudong, Zhongzhou, Shangnan, Xianan, Shuxi, and Xiaoxi Luzhou, the monks of the Qifang Realm are all overjoyed, because they can all be sure that the Star Array of Ten Thousand Realms has finally opened!