Volume 4 Dangerous Land: Demon Beast Forest Chapter 108 Your son's good deeds
What made Lu Wentian feel fortunate was that those disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect were quite fierce, and there were no casualties, nor were they scattered in the defensive formation.
However, he also knew that the battle had only just begun, and in a few moments, there might be a large number of casualties on his side, and after a long time, including himself, he would have to explain it here.
"Whoa, roar, moo,,," Suddenly all kinds of beast roars sounded, and it was actually a monk with demon servants who released their demon servants, although those demon servants could not use spiritual power either, but just that huge body brought a strong sense of oppression to Lu Wentian and the others!
"Hmph!" Xuanyuan asked Qing to snort coldly when he saw that someone had released the demon servant, and then released his demon servant.
"Whoa, roar, moo,,," All kinds of beast roars sounded again, and those disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect who had demon servants also released their own demon servants at the same time as Xuanyuan Wenqing released the demon servants.
Although the number of demon servants on his side was far less than that of the other party, Lu Wentian smiled.
He knew that his opportunity had come, and it was indeed advantageous for these besiegers to release demon servants, but there were also disadvantages, because of the appearance of demon servants, it was impossible for them to form a swarm of encirclement.
The battle began again, but this time many of the monks could only watch dryly, and there was no way to rush forward, because the bodies of these demon beasts were too large and occupied many advantageous attack positions.
After Lu Wentian smiled, he temporarily gave up defending his side, and explained a few words to Xuanyuan Wenqing in a low voice, and then used Yan Xinggong's 'Feiyan Peck Water' to rush towards the monk behind the demon beast.
He wants to take advantage of this opportunity to kill all the monks until they are frightened, only in this way can he hold on, otherwise these hundreds of people can exhaust him just by surrounding him without fighting.
But Lu Wentian only had a few tricks at the beginning of the raid, killing the monks who were besieging him, and then the monks who besieged him adjusted their formation, and they actually let the demon monks resist at the front, after all, everyone knew that the demon monks were better at melee attacks.
Seeing that his surprise attack could not have the slightest effect, Lu Wentian did not love to fight, and used a move to 'sweep away thousands of troops', repelled the besieging group of demon monks, and immediately jumped out of the battle circle and returned to his original position.
Seeing that Lu Wentian easily jumped out of the battle circle, Wu Xinghua asked Nie Xinghai in a cold voice: "Nie Xinghai, you dare to let go of the demon?!"
"I'm going to Nima's Wu Xinghua, don't you dare to be on the right path ahead, right? This kid is so violent, what if he hurts Lao Tzu? What kind of fucking stinky fart are you putting in the back!" Nie Xinghai scolded angrily and retorted.
It's a little bit, Lao Tzu let him go, what's wrong?
Lao Tzu just wants Lu Wentian to live, what can you do?
Whether Nie Xinghai let Lu Wentian go, others may not know, but Wu Xinghua, who has been paying attention to Lu Wentian, absolutely knows, damn, as soon as you fight with Lu Wentian, you start to squeeze your eyebrows, really think Lao Tzu is blind?
But Wu Xinghua had no direct evidence, after all, what Nie Xinghai said was also true, it was indeed the Demon Dao Monk who was resisting the attack of Lu Wentian, so he had to snort coldly and stop speaking.
Then the battle situation underwent a subtle change, Lu Wentian only picked the righteous path monk to kill, and when he faced the demon path monk, he only shook and resisted, and then picked the righteous path monk again.
Of course, if he encountered a demon monk who really wanted his life, Lu Wentian would not spare his hand, and would take it away directly.
After a while, those monks of the two realms of righteousness and demons all found out that something was wrong, but the people of the demon path were becoming more and more courageous, and some of the demon monks even dared to launch a surprise attack on Lu Wentian with their bare hands and defenseless, such as Nie Xinghai Gongzi of Senluo Palace.
And the righteous people are more and more cowardly, as if Lu Wentian picked them out, and when the righteous monks met Lu Wentian, there were few who survived, and even those who survived were seriously injured or disabled.
"Nie Mad has done a good deed!" Outside the formation, the old man who set up the formation shouted angrily at Nie Nie, the hall master of the Senluo Palace.
"Huh. Nie Mad smiled contemptuously, ignoring the old man.
What if you are a great power in the god transformation stage? Half a year ago, maybe Lao Tzu would have been afraid of you, but now you dare to try it? Lao Tzu also has a backer, and there are also powerful people in the Demon Dao who have come out of the place of retreat.
Hmph! If Lao Tzu didn't beat you, just your angry shout would be a capital crime!
However, Nie Mad is also very curious about why his baby son behaves like this, and at the same time he is also a little curious, he also hates iron and steel, and he will not release water, you will also suffer a slight injury or something when you release water, and Lao Tzu can also invite credit for you afterwards, now, you look like a dragon and a tiger, for fear that others will not see that you are deliberately releasing water?
After the time of half the incense, the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect began to suffer a large number of casualties, after all, with only the physical body, the monks were only powerful secular people, and it was not easy to last for so long.
Even Lu Wentian himself now has a wound on his body, he was found by Wu Xinghua to sneak attack a sword, this sword almost seriously injured him, fortunately, Nie Xinghai was by his side at that time, and he made a timely move to remind him, which barely avoided the vital point.
After another half of the incense burn, there were only two disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect who could still stand, and all the demon servants on Lu Wentian's side had already died in battle.
The scene was tragic, with severed limbs and rivers of blood flowing everywhere.
Just as those monks were about to take away Lu Wentian and the others in waves, Nie Xinghai suddenly shouted: "Stop all the demon paths for me!"
With Nie Xinghai's shout, all the Demon Dao cultivators couldn't help but stop, staring at Nie Xinghai in surprise, not knowing what this precious son of the Lord of the Senluo Hall was going to do.
Wu Xinghua saw that Nie Xinghai only shouted, and drank all the Demon Dao monks, and those righteous path monks saw that the Demon Dao had stopped, and they all stopped, and asked again angrily: "Nie Xinghai, what are you going to do?!"
What a good opportunity, at most a few more breaths, they can pile Lu Wentian to death, and now, they actually stop?
What's even more hateful is that when Lu Wentian saw that he stopped, he directly threw a handful of Tianji Elixir in his mouth, is Nie Xinghai creating time for Lu Wentian's pranayama to heal?
"Roll Nima's eggs, why do you want you to take care of it, garbage who doesn't work hard, phew!" Nie Xinghai finished scolding Wu Xinghua and walked directly to Lu Wentian.
"You ,,, hum!" Wu Xinghua's face turned pale at Nie Xinghai's words, but he didn't know how to fight back, because the truth was true, the casualties of the Demon Dao Monk were much more than the casualties of the Righteous Dao Monk, so he had to snort coldly again to express his dissatisfaction and anger.
Nie Xinghai did have a low spirit to reprimand Wu Xinghua now, although he released water to Lu Wentian, but the other monks who were besieging on three sides could have the current record, but they were really all powerful from their fellow Daoists of the Demon Dao, and those righteous path monks were just pumping cold tricks.