After listening to Elder Xinchan's words, all the elders nodded, which in itself was one of the main reasons for the race war.

However, Elder Xinyang shook his head slightly, his brows furrowed, he was really thinking about something.

"Senior Brother Xinyang, what did you discover?"

Xinyang's movements naturally made Xinchan a little curious, although this Xinyang elder specialized in the way of casting, but he was also famous for his meticulous thinking. All the elders and the head of the sect looked at him for a moment, with a slight inquiring look on their faces.

With the expectant gaze of the elders and the masters, Xinyang stroked his chin with his right hand and said softly: "There is one thing I am more curious about, compared to the land of Indra and the green hill, it is not a wise move to climb over this towering Zhaotian Ridge!"

"Maybe it's just that their leader has a hot brain, you know that the Rakshasa is not known for his wisdom. ”

Elder Xinyuan said in a half-joking voice.

Xinyang pursed his lips and smiled: "Then why do they have to start from us, compared to the range that we Lingyun Pavilion guards, it is more reasonable for them to invade from the south, I don't think this is all caused by their leader's brain fever." ”

The head of Xinjing nodded and said, "It's true that this matter is a bit strange, and this is one of the reasons why I asked an elder to investigate, but I also thought of a reason. ”

"The boss is talking about the Demon Suppression Tower?"

Xinchan frowned, and when it came to the "Demon Suppression Tower", all the elders suddenly quieted down, and all the elders had a solemn look on their faces, and the atmosphere in the hall was suppressed for a while.

Looking at the faces of the elders, the head of Xinjing also breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Senior brothers don't need to worry, this is just my guess, everything will wait for Senior Brother and Senior Sister Xinmeng to come back." “

"Stop them... Shouting out to get rid of the Rakshasa who was facing him, Mo Yi turned and chased after him, and the blade of Xiyue's sword passed through the back of one of the Rakshasa soldiers, blocking one, but there were still three or four Rakshasa soldiers rushing directly towards the villagers.

"The sect's support is really slow!! let's escape!! we will all have to stay if we delay any longer... I'm not really going to die here..." Haiba turned over and slashed with his giant sword, forcing back the Rakshasa soldiers who were facing him and shouted loudly. He was now struggling to deal with the rakshasas around him, let alone helping the villagers who had escaped, and he had been struck in the back by a rakshasa claw. The wound rolled up, and blood was oozing out.

"Retreat first!" Yi Yun glanced at the Rakshasa soldiers who jumped out of the mountains and forests, and also forced back with a sword The Rakshasa who was entangled in him turned around and began to escape. Haiba nodded and naturally followed, but Yi Xun had already gone in advance to help Mo Yi block the Rakshasa who was chasing the villagers.

Mo Yi repeated his old trick, and with a slap of the sword, the moon flew out in a straight line again, instantly piercing a Rakshasa soldier, but he also received a sharp claw on the back that pursued the Rakshasa soldier. Gritting his teeth, Mo Yi turned around and punched, and the huge force directly hit his Rakshasa soldier's chest collapsed, and he jumped forward and copied Xiyue into his hand again.

However, because there was no true qi that could suppress the cold qi entering his body in time, he couldn't help but turn pale, the cold qi hurt his lungs, and a large mouth spurted out blood with a lot of ice chips. Unable to care too much about wiping the corners of his mouth with his sleeve, he continued to pursue.

However, he had many places on his body, and the cold air itself had already made him seriously injured, and there were several rakshasas behind him who wanted to chase and harass. The sharp claws were sharp weapons in their own right, and some of them even held blades, and Mo Yi felt like a quagmire for a moment, and even if he wanted to escape, it would be difficult. Seeing that the attacks around him were approaching in an instant, he couldn't lift his true breath.

Haiba jumped up to him, and the sword of the overlord helped him lower a few times. Yi Yun swept with his sword, sweeping away several attacking Rakshasa soldiers. However, by this time, the Rakshasa soldiers who had rushed out to pursue the villagers had caught up with the fleeing villagers. Yi Xun alone couldn't stop two rakshasas at the same time, and while she was entangled with one of them, the other rakshasa passed through the villagers.

Blood was overflowing, and cries of despair resounded through the sky. They could only watch as the Rakshasa soldier tore everything in front of him to pieces, and Mo Yi's tears welled up on his cheeks. His eyes were empty, and he only felt that all he saw was darkness. It's like the light of salvation in the dark night, the moment it is extinguished.

"Oh no, we're being held!" Yi Yun showed an anxious look on his face, they had been fighting for a long time, and their physical strength had been consumed a lot, and the rakshasa in the distance was already approaching, he couldn't help shouting to Yi Xun: "Little sister, how long has it been since the letter sword was issued?"

"It's almost an hour. Yi Xun replied, the speed of the sword did not slow down, and he caught up with the last Rakshasa soldier and pierced his throat one by one. However, the villagers had been killed by him, and her face was full of anger as she watched the corpses lying in a pool of blood. However, she didn't stay long, and Mo Yi and the others were still besieged by seven or eight rakshasas.

"Hold on, the sect's support should arrive soon. Yi Yun said as he blocked the blades that were attacking together, although he said so, but he himself couldn't help but secretly know that their current situation would not last for a stick of incense at all.

"I'm really ······ It's too weak!"

Mo Yi secretly sighed in his heart, raised his face, and his eyes were dark. This feeling of powerlessness made him panic in his heart, gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and inserted Xiyue back into the scabbard on his waist, and once again held his right hand to Ning Han in the scabbard on his back, and said lightly: "I'm sorry for bothering you!"

"What are you talking about! I came by myself, fat man, and you didn't pull me. The sea lord was still in front of him fending off the attack, and he didn't look back.

Yi Yun laughed, looking at the more and more Rakshasa soldiers in front of him, he didn't have the slightest fear, there was only a trace of regret on his face, but then he disappeared in a flash, and said in a sonorous and powerful voice: "The man is alive, he should be happy and revenge;

Yi Xun frowned and didn't say much. Mo Yi instantly drew his cold sword and stabbed it straight out, piercing through the armor of the Rakshasa soldiers who had been harassing him, and the frost spread between his palms and on the opponent's corpse. Sen Han's coldness caused Mo Yi to breathe out a mouthful of white cold air, and then he quickly took out the bottle of the Martial Arts Pill from his arms, and poured the last nearly ten into his mouth.

Looking at Mo Yi's movements, Yi Yun couldn't help but exclaim: "Brother Yi, you can't use this spirit sword anymore, you will die!"

"If we continue like this, I'll die, so I can at least buy some more time, and maybe we can wait for reinforcements from the sect. Moon Shadow replied indifferently.

Nearly ten marching pills were in the stomach, and this behavior made me want to commit suicide. Ordinary people would be blown up by the essence in them if they ate three of them, but Mo Yi's nearly three years of cultivation in the spring had played a role, and the wide enough spring had prevented him from dying for a while. The spring that was already drying up was on fire again, and a large amount of essence gushed out of the spring, like a volcano erupting half of the rolling essence quickly overflowing the spring. Rushing down the river, even he felt a hot pain in his veins.

It's like the feeling of being able to pass through one person's door and three people are about to squeeze out at the same time, and the number of people in the room is constantly increasing. In this case, if the quality of the door is poor, it is the result of the door being squeezed or the house collapsed. However, his cultivation of the Nine Transformations of Yongquan has turned this door into an iron gate, and the quality of the house is also the same, and it cannot be squeezed out. As a result, the springs began to overflow again, and the rushing water could not flow out of one channel, and the flood began to open up another channel, and the overflowing water rushed out of both rivers again and into the sea.

The heat flow surged from the dantian position, opening up two meridians that did not exist again and began to flow towards the sea of qi. The heart-wrenching pain made Mo Yi frown, but it didn't take long to say it, the two newly opened meridians flowed through the sea of qi, and the essence qi continued to melt into the sea of qi.

The sea quickly began to rise and expand, the sea area was filled up, and the water vapor was wildly steaming in the sky. Mo Yi's eyes flickered, and he stomped on the ground and rushed forward directly with the condensing cold, and the true qi penetrated into the condensing cold, and the ice chips on the blade of the sword began to circulate wildly, like the cold wind on the top of the mountain. The powerful sword qi rushed out above the condensing cold, causing the two rakshasas who did not dodge to turn into ice sculptures in an instant.

However, the air flow was generated much faster than he could squander, and the transpiring air began to converge and condense in the sky, and the clouds began to grow larger and thicker as new air currents were added. The essence of the marching pill was finally dredged, and Mo Yi clearly felt that the three meridians were transporting the true qi at the same time, and the impact went straight to the ancestral aperture of the eyebrows, which was a new qualitative change, a cool meaning, made his brain feel unprecedentedly clear, and everything in front of him was becoming different.

This is Shenzhao, a completely different realm. If the springs are nourished by the water itself, the flow of rivers and lakes in the sea has produced a great force. However, the power generated by the transformation of water into clouds and cyclones will not be the same, and the overwhelming typhoon will be the force that can destroy the world.