The demon clan that attacked the world was the family of the king of Annan, and it was estimated that there were 100,000 elite soldiers, and they attacked in a big way, and they had no time to retreat the local people, so they could only do their best to reduce their losses.

Xianmen discussed it without confusing Tiancaocao, and roughly discussed a countermeasure, taking the lead with Wufeng, uniting the four major sects of Qishan Wu, Jinling Chang, Gusu Bai, and Yunmeng Min to form a line of defense from north to south.

Due to physical reasons, Su Wangge only led 5,000 disciples to guard the northwest, and the rest of the disciples were divided into various sects to fight the enemy together. Although the terrain of the area she guards is not dangerous, it is almost nothing, the land is vast and sparsely populated, and there is really not much value in attacking, and the demon clan starts to march from the south, and generally does not move the army to the northwest to attack again, so it is more than enough to lead five thousand disciples to defend it.

Shen Qinghan and the Jinling faction led more than 20,000 disciples to guard the southwest, and from south to north, they were Qilan Peak and Qishan, Lingyun Peak and Gusu, Chuzhu Peak and Yunmeng.

Yunqing Peak has the most disciples, with more than 20,000 disciples, followed by Xuanyuan Peak, with more than 15,000 people, Qilan Peak ranks third, with more than 12,000 people, Chu Zhufeng is fourth, with more than 10,000 people, and the last Lingyun Peak has more than 9,000 people.

The four factions are headed by the wealthy Jinling faction, about 10,000 people, Yunmeng and Gusu are almost tied, about 8,000 people, and Qishan is the last, about 6,000 people.

In this way, there are enough more than 100,000 people.

Su Wangge rushed to the northwest with 5,000 disciples in one day, and while he began to deploy defenses, he settled the local people.

After a few days of busy work, I finally arranged everything. Su Wangge led a group of disciples up from the mountain and walked sweaty.

"Master, do you think they will fight an ambush?" The monk and his entourage wiped the sweat that was gurgling down their foreheads, and suddenly asked Su Elegy.

"Who is carrying out an ambush in broad daylight? Even if we want to ambush, we will ambush others, okay?" Su Elegy looked at the monk and his party like idiots.

"Oh" The monk and his entourage were a little embarrassed, and nodded quickly.

"Besides, have you seen the demons coming here these days? Don't worry too much, we have done all the preparations, I believe in the master, it will be foolproof" Su Wangge comforted the disciple behind him.

Having said that, she was a little uneasy in her heart: Recently, the Xianmen and the demons have exchanged fire one after another, but they are the kind of petty fights, and there is no real movement.

This is a bit abnormal, according to her understanding of Kiyoga, if he sends troops, he will definitely strip off a layer of flesh from the other party, and sometimes there are not even bones left. But four days later, he's still camping in the same place, what are he waiting for? Or is he covering up something?

Su Elegy and the others set up camp on a mountainside, and the view was very good, but whenever there was any wind and grass within a radius of a few miles, they could be found at the first time.

On the opposite side of the camp is a tall mountain peak, connected by an iron bridge in the middle, called the Heavenly Road, and a few apricot blossom trees stand sparsely on both sides, blooming just right.

In fact, the bridge is lifted, and the railway is only enough to step on it with one foot, and the height of the "sky" is there, which is a little ashamed of the "road".

Su Elegy wondered, what is the use of this shelf here???

The "zongzi" on Su Elegy's injured left hand a few days ago has been dismantled, and after all these days, it's okay, as long as you don't make any big moves, it's still no big problem.

Standing on his back, looking at the open and flat lying area at the bottom of the mountain, he couldn't help but feel a lot of feelings. It was a long time ago, so long ago that she almost forgot about it.

At that time, she was still the general of the Immortal Saint, and in the last battle, she "died" here, and most of her red hunting was buried here. On the hill five miles away, she is also buried with a long life.

Su Elegy put down the emotion in his eyes, walked into the tent he had set up, and before he could sit hot, he heard hurried footsteps.

A disciple lifted the tent cloth and walked in, looking panicked, "Master, it's not good, the demons are coming to attack"

It was supposed to be a matter of time, Su Elegy said, "Well, everything goes according to plan"

"Yes...... But the disciple was so nervous that he stammered.

"But what?" Su Wangge frowned.

"Yes...... There were nearly sixty or seventy thousand demon soldiers, "The disciple was about to cry."

"What?" Su Wangge chuckled in his heart, "Sixty or seventy thousand?"

How is it possible? There is no reason why so many demons have gone north and no one has found out?

The so-called prosperity and decline, but the weak pole will also fail. Everyone habitually thinks that the northwest is in the northernmost place, and even if they go north, they have to go through many checkpoints, and normal people will not choose to attack this place, so the strength to defend the northwest is the weakest. But because of this, the northwest has become the easiest place to attack.

So the battle a few days ago was "Ming Xiu Secret Dao, Dark Chen Cang"?

Qinghe's so-called "small fights" are to cover the army going north, and they are really unaware.

The strategic location of the northwest is actually very important, as long as the northwest is broken, you can go straight to the Central Plains from the northwest portal, and the five peaks of Xianmen bear the brunt.

What is she going to do? What is she going to do?

Throwing his Qingge sword to the disciple, he picked up Jiuge and walked out.

Standing in front of the Heavenly Dao, Su Wangge raised his eyes and looked into the distance, and the black pressure was approaching, making people's scalps tingle.

5,000 people block 60,000 or 70,000 demon soldiers, no matter how dangerous the terrain is, it can't be stopped.

His fingertips clenched slightly, and he closed his eyes as if he was determined, and when he opened them again, he was calm as if he were at home.

Glancing back at the uneasy disciple behind her, she smiled, "It's okay, there's a master here, face the battle"

The violently beating hearts of Yun Qingfeng's disciples actually settled down because of Su Elegy's sentence. It seems that as long as there is this person in front of you, everything can be solved, you can rest assured, and people blindly trust her.

"Take a good look at the master...... Maybe in the future...... "I'm not your master anymore."

Su Wangge smiled, the emotion in his eyes was unclear.

"Master......" all the disciples shouted in unison, really not knowing what the master wanted to say.

We need to hurry.

Su Elegy put Jiu Ge up, slowly put his hands on it, and began to move.

"A Song of Sorrow"

The temperature on the vast flat land below the mountain suddenly dropped by dozens of degrees, and the wind was howling.

"Two Songs Played Away"

There was an intermittent cry of thousands of resentful spirits.

"Three Songs and Hatred"

Slowly a black mist rises.

"Four Songs Singing Greed"

Wisps of lonely souls drifted away.

"Five Songs of Mourning"

Corpses began to emerge from the ground.

"Six Songs and Souls"

The corpse that came out of it slowly moved.

"Seven Songs of Grievance"

The corpse's wails scattered in all directions.

"Eight Songs of Broken Souls"

The black-pressed corpse, clad in a tattered red cloak, resembles dark blood.

"Nine Songs and Ten Thousand Souls, Red Hunting, My Former Friends, Rise"

As he read this last sentence, the corpses, which had been in a mess, suddenly became orderly, as if they were well-trained troops.

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