"Yes!" The crowd successively recalled the responses of some disciples from all directions, and the first to respond must be the group of Taibai disciples in white clothes, their sword light flickered, since they had withdrawn a few feet away, their fingers tapped twice in their ears, and then turned into a sword light again, and rushed into the crowd again.

These Taibai disciples were actually the most miserable casualties, because in this area, more enemies were some Taibai disciples who had disappeared, and they turned into one after another terrifying-looking demons, and also turned into groups of terrifying living corpses struggling on the ground but never dying!

Therefore, the situation of these disciples seems to be particularly miserable, whether it is a knife wound or a sword wound, the matter is not to be substantiated, the scratches of nails and teeth that appear on the surface of the skin and on various clothing, are the source of their suffering.

One by one, however, the young men complied with the command's advice, and began to look for opportunities to dodge, to close off their hearings, so as not to be affected by the sound waves.

However, some people can't wait any longer.

"Senior Brother Dugu! Senior Brother Wang...... In order to protect our group of juniors, he fought to the death! Dugu Ruoxu's command was still continuing, watching the brothers and sisters he was familiar with on weekdays fall in front of him one by one, he was not in a good mood, but after hearing such a news, he felt even more in a trance!

"What?" Dugu Ruoxu roared in surprise, because the battlefield was too noisy, their voices were basically conveyed by roaring.

As for those thousand-mile sound transmission techniques, in such a battlefield, they will only be disorganized by the internal breath and aura that appear everywhere.

It's a pity that in such a situation, he didn't have time to ask for more specific information, so he could only shake his head helplessly, and then plunged into the nervous command.

It's a pity that such a news was heard by the young man who rose from the valley below.

"Senior Brother Wang...... Is it just gone? Zhang Lingdao muttered to himself, this Senior Brother Wang was the most generous teacher he had ever seen in Hangzhou and other places before, so although their protectors during that time did not appear often, once they thought of having such a senior brother behind him, they would feel very warm.

Zhang Lingdao can still think of those, the eventful years he encountered when he just walked out of the rivers and lakes, and he can naturally think of some other things, just like what he heard when he was in Qinchuan, the fifth master's speech to this senior brother.

"You! It's just too generous, if you really encounter any danger one day, I'm afraid you will be the first person to die! The words of the fifth master at that time are still vivid, with an expression of hatred that iron does not become steel.

"So what? If the juniors and disciples can have a chance to survive under my care, I will not give up! "Senior Brother Wang's voice was sonorous and powerful at that time, and there was also a unique coldness from the disciples of Taibai.

"But I don't know how many people died above when we were fighting below?" Zhang Lingdao muttered to himself, his eyes swept over the people on the scene.

These top masters were all injured in the battle below, and some of the guys who didn't have time to get out were eroded by the black mist, and even left only half a mutilated corpse, and when they walked up from the bottom, I didn't even have time to collect these corpses, I could only watch them slowly eroded in the black mist.

What Zhang Lingdao could see in his eyes was basically the current situation, and after they had worked a lot of effort, they finally walked up from the canyon where there was almost no point of focus.

And the place where he walked here was the devastation of this square, except for those living corpses who had no bodies, and even half of their heads remained, still struggling slowly on the ground, and only those who died miserably.

Zhang Lingdao knew that no one wanted to fight against such a scenario, but he also knew that if they didn't endure the pain here, then the person who endured the pain would become the whole world.

Zhang Lingdao could see and distinguish many of the brothers he once knew, such as the young man who often helped in the blacksmith shop and tried to become the first blacksmith in the sect, he was actually very shy during the New Year, and he was usually not very willing to talk to them, but every time he built a weapon, he often rushed to the front line.

His wish at that time was to make the weapons in the sect self-sufficient, and he didn't want the brothers to go down the mountain by themselves and find some unknown people to build weapons, thus causing unnecessary losses.

It was precisely because of that belief at that time that he lived in the blacksmith shop all day and night, learned the skills of making weapons from the old people at the bottom of the mountain, and went to the city to learn the skills of the other party in the blacksmith shop.

Zhang Lingdao still remembered the innocent smile when the other party handed him the weapon for the first time, and he also remembered that under this honest smile, the calloused hands and all over the body appeared, and even almost blinded him to a burn in one eye.

Not far in front of Zhang Lingdao's eyes, this honest young man was lying there slowly, his calloused left hand was no longer human, and all kinds of bite marks appeared on it, in addition to these marks, the lower part of his body had already been torn into pieces, only his right hand was holding a broken sword and inserting it into the head of the living corpse next to him, who was still struggling.

Zhang Lingdao's eyes couldn't help but moisten, but he couldn't do anything about the current situation, under such a struggle, they couldn't even rush into the battlefield rashly, otherwise your sword move was aimed at the enemy, or at your own friends, it was uncertain.

Zhang Lingdao forcibly twisted his eyes, preventing himself from continuing to look at the sugar-caused corpses on the battlefield, those who collapsed next to the corpses in a weak position, and those who slowly retreated, but their eyes were still sharp, protecting those weak Tianxiang disciples in the rear.

Each of them is good, but each of them is in such pain and struggle, fighting with these monsters who have come out of the demonic energy, and fighting with these monsters who seem to be immortal, even if they die, they have to be buried with you.

The sword in Zhang Lingdao's hand trembled a little, he watched his master slowly descend from the sky, and there was no trace of strength in his body, so he knew that this big array had come to the last moment.

And the mist that drifted up from below also slowly flew upward, and these monsters that were still fighting gradually turned into powder and began to gather below.

And the air was filled with the words that the guy had said before, "Sacrifice!" Moro! ”

(End of chapter)