Fortunately, this was only a tentative siege, and when the demons outside the city had consumed about a third of their mana, they retreated and replaced with low-level demons to continue to die. Music + Wen + .

Dongfang Yu returned to the tribe, and he couldn't think of any way to defend for a while, only cultivation could make him feel at ease.

In the past few days, he had already begun to focus on cultivating the Three Emperors Sword Sutra, and put the Demarcation Flag Spear back into the white giant palace of the crystal skeleton to cultivate.

The little duck felt that there was nothing to gain from the superior divine bones, but the evil spirits relied on simple and rough devouring to have an unexpected effect, and when he devoured more than seven hundred divine bones, he finally advanced to the true immortal seven grades, and caught up with the spirit.

Now the speed of the devouring of the evil spirit feeling has slowed down a little, mainly because the impurities in the body have accumulated a little too much, and it depends on the volatilization of the seven-colored divine light in the body. But the colorful divine light is also extremely precious, and it can't be wasted, and in desperation, he also began to study the Sword Sutra with Dongfang Yu to enrich his axe technique.

Early that morning, the brothers were practicing the "Three Emperors Sword Sutra" against each other, when someone suddenly came to visit, claiming to be a sacrifice in the witch temple on the mountain, named Shenying.

Dongfang Yu politely invited him to sit on the straw mat in front of Ziyun Ding. In the Wu Clan, the closer a guest is invited to sit close to the ancestral ding, the more respect he has.

I saw this person with a beast tendon on his forehead, a stone blue animal skin coat, and black animal skin boots. The head is tied into a small braid, and it is gathered to the top to form a large braid, which is black and bright like lacquer. The face is like a full moon, the sideburns are like a knife, the nose is like a hanging gall, a natural charm, all in the eyebrows, thousands of feelings in life, all the corners of the eyes.

Dongfang Yu was very surprised, since he entered the land of the witch god's exile, all the people he saw had dark faces, and the best was only wheat-colored. This person actually looks like a person in the Imperial City of the Immortal Realm, with fine skin and tender flesh, and a graceful demeanor.

When he was first assigned to this mountain, Dongfang Yu knew that there was a witch temple on the mountain, which was a place of worship for a fallen witch god. Although he knew that it was not an ordinary witch god who could have a temple, he didn't expect that a temple would be such a wonderful character.

Seeing that Dongfang Yu was a little distracted, Shen Ying smiled and said: "Lord Dongfang, I heard that you are generous and have a lot of surplus food. There are more than a dozen believers in my temple, all of whom are sacrificed to witch gods. Now that the city is closed, there is no rations, so I want to borrow some temporarily. ”

Shen Ying said, handing over a piece of divine bone, which was the lowest kind.

Dongfang Yu hurriedly refused, and when he gave him a storage ring, he heard that he said that it was about a dozen people, so he gave him enough spiritual rice and dried meat to eat for a month, and also told him how to eat spiritual rice.

Shen Ying was very grateful, and the slight nervousness just now disappeared, and warmly invited Dongfang Yu to have time to go to the Witch Temple to have a look.

Sending Shen Ying away, Dongfang Yu also put the matter down for the time being. In the days that followed, he participated in several more major wars. The Witch Lord finally discovered the crisis in Sky City and wanted to gather some representatives of the Witch God to discuss.

I don't know if he was counted as the leader of the tribal alliance, or if he impressed the management when he went out of the city for the first time, Dongfang Yu was invited to participate.

This is the first time Dongfang Yu has seen the leader of Sky City, Jiufeng.

He is indeed extremely powerful, Dongfang Yu knows that he has been reining in his breath, but in his eyes, it is still like a Hongmeng Divine Beast crouching, shining like a star core.

He must also be an early stage golden immortal, but he is a hundred times stronger than the sense of oppression given by the phoenix-winged black dragon, and this sense of oppression is actually a sense of danger. It's so strong, and finally there's a little reason to support confidence.

The witch master's name is Feng Mingqi, and his voice is extremely clear, and he speaks directly and without nonsense.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have come today for two things to discuss. First, the immortal jade in the city is about to run out, and this matter must be kept secret from the outside world. Second, please come up with ideas and think of ways to retreat from the enemy. ”

Unexpectedly, the first person to stand up and answer was not a witch god, but an outsider.

Dongfang Yu noticed that there were still a lot of outsiders, all of them were golden immortals, and there were none of them at his level. This Dongfang Yu, who rushed to speak, also knew that it was Jin Xianmiao, the leader of the Silent Auction House.

Miao Yixin generously stated: "Lord Witch, the first question, the golden immortals among us outsiders are willing to donate 10,000 top-grade immortal jade each. As for how the witch gods here donate, it depends on everyone's wishes. ”

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and even Dongfang Yu felt surprised. You must know that the land of the witch god's exile is relatively barren, there are not many immortal jade veins, and 10,000 top-grade immortal jade is definitely a large number.

"The momentum of the Immortal Sect is extraordinary, and it is really touching to take the initiative to donate so much. ”

"But we can't have so many at all, and we can't take out ten thousand grade immortal jade. ”

A hint of surprise flashed in Feng Mingqi's eyes, and he was covered by a smile, and said, "Friend, please continue." ”

Miao Yixin cleared his throat and said reasonably: "We believe that if we sit in the city of sorrow and blindly defend, the future will be bleak. Rather than that, it's better to give it a go. ”

"How do you give it a go?"

"The next time the Golden Immortal-level demons try to attack the city again, we will wait for their mana consumption to reach a certain level, and then prepare an excellent opportunity to retreat, and order all the Golden Immortals and True Immortals in the city to pour out to effectively kill their peak combat power. Only in this way can we get rid of the danger of the besieged city. ”

There was a sudden silence in the stone hall.

Everyone is thinking about Miao Yixin's plan, not to mention, it really makes sense, if this is the case, in this battle, it will definitely gain an advantage.

People's eyes gradually lit up, looking at each other in anticipation, revealing longing looks.

Feng Mingqi nodded subconsciously and asked uneasily, "Friend, is it your own idea, or is it the common idea of you outsiders?"

Miao Yixin said: "At least our ten major sects have agreed, if we follow our plan, we will definitely go all out to kill the demons." ”

It was another period of silence, Feng Mingqi thought deeply about each link, and only said after nearly half an hour: "Okay, it's decided, and the Wu tribes will be arranged by me." At that time, the attack of the Golden Immortal Demon will be the order of our assembly, and all cultivators above the True Immortal level must participate. ”

The discussion is over, and Dongfang Yu is also very happy, this is indeed a good plan. But in the subconscious, there is always an uneasiness, and I can't find the reason?

This state is not conducive to cultivation, Dongfang Yu simply went to the Witch Temple to see the elegant sacrificial god Ying.

The witch temple covers an area of only more than 200 square meters, except for Shen Ying, other witches have built stone houses outside the temple.

When Dongfang Yu came, Shen Ying was watering the flowers, her expression was focused, her eyebrows were full of affection, and she didn't even notice Dongfang Yu's arrival.

Look at the fairy grass he watered again, the leaves like orchids, but they were red jade color, and a white jade flower branch was picked up in the middle, and three small round red fruits were picked up on it. On the periphery of the red fruit, there is a white and flawless gauze cover, which completely envelops the red fruit.

This spiritual plant is colorful, and the fragrance is far away.

"Brother Shenying, it's so elegant. Dongfang Yu stood outside the door and saluted.

"Hehe, it turned out to be Brother Dongfang, please come in quickly. Shen Ying put down the stone bowl and greeted Dongfang Yu.

Dongfang Yu asked speechlessly, "Brother Shenying, what kind of immortal grass is this cultivating?"

Shen Ying looked at the grass with a smile, with some affectionate looks, and said, "This is still a pearl fairy grass that was naturally raised in the tribe when Lord Chixia of the Witch God Palace was alive. ”

Gong Chixia?

Shen Ying?

Bead fairy grass?

Why does it sound familiar?