The peak of the ancestral god Ding Mountain was in a hustle and bustle, and the newcomers were enjoying the large pieces of beast meat that were constantly splashing out of the Ding pot.

At the foot of the mountain, the camp where the Jingluo Gate is located is solemn, and a faint murderous aura comes out from the camp.

The origin of the Nine Gates of the Dao Gate can be traced back to the bloody era when the supreme magic weapon Jingluo Banner was born 8,000 years ago, and countless monks rushed to compete for this treasure.

Unexpectedly, Jingluo Banner is simply a magic weapon with spiritual sense, leading tens of thousands of cultivators to circle in the Tianyan Realm, looking ahead, suddenly behind, and finally breaking through the nine-layer Heavenly Tribulation Qi Halo in the Tianyan Realm, breaking through the encirclement of the Tianyan Divine Beast, and disappearing into the vast starry sky.

And this Romana was created by a master who fought with the Banner for several battles.

What is the name of the master, no one knows now, and the descendants are called the ancestor of Jingluo, this ancestor will repeatedly recall and scrutinize the scene of several battles with the Jingluo banner, and finally realized the magic of the nine changes of Jingluo.

The spell of the Nine Transformations of Jingluo has evolved into nine hundred and eighty-one changes to the present, each of which is a fighting spell, and the disciples of the Inner Gate of Jingluo who have cultivated three or five of them can be called outstanding, and those who have cultivated to twenty Sects of Jingluo are only outstanding figures such as elders and masters.

As for the disciples of the outer sect of Jingluo who came to attack Dingshan, few disciples know spells, and most of them are only rough martial arts such as dancing knives and sticks, and their body bones are far from the little demons.

This time, the leader of the camp to attack Dingshan is Luo Gongqing, a disciple of the inner door of Jingluomen, who has good qualifications, and he has already cultivated the three Jingluo changes, and he will not stay long on the battlefield of the ancestral gods this time, at most it is a trial trip.

The inner disciples of the Daomen are all arrogant, and Luo Gongqing wants to build a meritorious career, lay down this Dingshan, and return to Jingluomen with infinite glory, so that he can be valued by the elders and become the leader among the inner disciples, the disciple of the Mountain Gate.

Following a certain elder to become a true disciple, Luo Gongqing still has some expectations, as for becoming an elder's mantle disciple, or going up to the next level to become a disciple of the head of the sect, he dare not imagine.

The disciples of the Daomen are strictly hierarchical, and the outer disciples are cannon fodder characters like little demons patrolling the mountains, and the Nine Great Daomen can recruit as many as they want, and the inner disciples are divided into the disciples of the Mountain Gate, the disciples of the true lineage, the disciples of the mantle and the disciples of the master.

The disciples of the mountain sect can take on the glory of the sect and go out to act, which is equivalent to a registered disciple, while the disciples of the true transmission are even higher, and the sect's magic cultivation can only obtain this title, for example, the Jingluo Sect is at least proficient in the seven changes of the Jingluo Change.

An elder has only one mantle disciple, and the mantle of the elder has to be passed on, and even the magic weapons left behind by the elder after his death are owned by the mantle disciple, similar to the relationship between father and son.

And the disciple in charge is the disciple of the master of the sect, if there is no accident, the disciple in charge is the next master of the sect.

In the camp tent, Luo Gongqing threw a red arrow and shouted: "The whole army is assaulting!"

The door of the camp was wide open, and the disciples of Jingluo, who were holding shields in their left hands and knives in their right hands, surged out and slaughtered towards Dingshan.

The little demons halfway up the Dingshan Mountain were already in a tight position, and although they were at an absolute disadvantage in terms of troops, they were brave and incomparable, and they rushed towards the foot of the mountain.

The little demons who were eating a lot on the peaks of Dingshan also had no intention of enjoying the food, and picked up a wooden stick casually, feeling much safer, looking like a group of rabble, bound to lose.

Yang Qiu found Jiang Feng and took out a piece of unfinished leg meat: "It's about to start a war, eat quickly, you have to have strength after eating." ”

Jiang Feng was not polite, and he gnawed it all in two bites.

"Aren't you afraid that this leg meat is the meat of the little demon that was cooked at first?" Yang Qiu asked deliberately.

"We're all monsters now, there's not much difference between eating people and eating demons," Jiang Feng glanced at Yang Qiu, and then said, "When it comes to you, you always fantasize about going back to the past, or think more about how to survive." ”

Yang Qiu was silent and did not answer.

"What kind of stupidity are you still doing here, the enemies of the Solomon have all been killed to the foot of the mountain, if you don't kill them, they will slaughter you, and when you are full, you won't kill the enemy, and you will die!" I don't know when, the flying scorpion lion led by the demons of Dingshan appeared in mid-air, and a thunderous roar resounded through the mountain.

Jiang Feng pulled Yang Qiu and joined the ranks of going down the mountain to attack the enemy, but his movements seemed to be half a beat slower than the other little demons, and he landed behind the entire team in a short time.

Passive slack, this is the first battlefield survival plan that Jiang Feng came up with.

The vanguard army of the disciples of the outer sect of Jingluo Gate had already fought with the little demons who were guarding the middle of the Dingshan Mountain at the beginning, and the flesh and blood were flying at the foot of the mountain, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

There were originally three thousand little demons in Dingshan, and these three thousand were the remaining elites of the war, no better than the five thousand little demons who had just arrived, they had no combat effectiveness, and they were messed up on the battlefield, making the already rapidly changing battlefield even more dangerous.

Once the little demon who doesn't have much combat experience kills the red eye, he can't distinguish between the enemy and the enemy, and any moving shadow around him is his target, and it is a stick to go up indiscriminately, but the Dingshan group of demons with superior strength does not have any obvious advantage, and the battle situation is still tense.

Luo Gongqing, who was watching the battle in the Jingluomen camp, was a little proud, what he wanted was this situation, if he gave this group of new troops a period of training and the original demons to run in, and his reinforcements did not arrive, let alone take Dingshan, the camp would be considered lucky if it was not demolished.

The remaining three thousand little demons in Dingshan are not all experienced in a hundred battles, but there are more than a dozen battles, and they have also experienced the little demon recruits going crazy and killing themselves, and they quickly adapted to the crazy battle situation, focusing most of their attention on the little demon recruits around them, and they didn't care too much about the disciples of Jingluomen.

A knife in the back is much more dangerous than a frontal fight, forcing the little demons to be extremely cautious.

The flames of war have burned halfway up to the mountainside of Dingshan, which is the last line of defense for the little demons in Dingshan, and it is also the safety barrier that Jiang Feng and Yang Qiu rely on for survival.

Watching the little demon fighting with the Dao Sect disciples dozens of meters away, Yang Qiu was so frightened that he trembled, Jiang Feng's reaction was very strange, he looked very calm, but there was a turbulent undercurrent in his eyes, and the blood in his body was already boiling.

Kill, kill, kill!

Jiang Feng kept flashing this word in his mind, any sage dogma was a floating cloud, and increasing his strength in killing was the only way to survive.

There was a violent rise and fall in his chest, Jiang Feng felt that he couldn't control the murderous thoughts that were about to go berserk, and he had to smash a punch into his chest, the pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow diverted the attention of his mind, and the bloodthirsty thoughts decreased a lot.