Boundless Sword Sect, before sunset.

As always, the villagers of Hongfeng Town returned home from the fields and walked on the country road, the banks of which were filled with grass, soil and flowers.

A pebble fell into the shallow stream with a "poof", splashing a splash.

An old man hunched over and carrying a hoe stained with mud walked slowly with the ploughing ox, stopping from time to time to wait for the ox to eat the grass on the side of the road.

Two naughty boys chase after me, laughing and laughing on the path, kicking a small rock on the road from time to time, or picking a dog's tail and making a rabbit.

"Hahaha, Erniu, you're running so slowly, come and chase me!"

The little fat man who was called Erniu gasped, and after hearing the "provocation" of his little friend, he immediately raised his hand and pointed at it, and said loudly: "I'm not slow to run!" I'm going to catch you soon! ”

The two shadows are reflected on the water together with the blue sky and flowers, and everything is so harmonious and beautiful.

However, suddenly, the sky was dark, the clouds were thick, and the whole world was plunged into darkness.

The old man who led the ploughing ox looked up at the sky, and his hoarse voice was full of doubts: "This is ...... It's going to rain? ”

Seeing that the black clouds were lowering, he quickly picked up a wooden stick from the side of the road, tapped the cow that was grazing, and shouted in a dialect: "You two, stop playing, go back quickly, see that the weather is about to rain!" ”

The two children glanced at each other, pursed their lips, and replied in unison regretfully: "Oh~I know, grandpa~"

Seeing that the two little babies were no longer making trouble, the old man followed behind, looked at the sky from time to time, and said to himself: "It's really weird, why is it dark like this for a while?" I'm afraid it's going to be rainy......"

He casually looked up, but three streamers of light swept through the sky as quickly as meteors, flying into the misty mountains behind the town.

The old man rubbed his eyes, his cloudy eyes widening a little, but this time he saw nothing.

"Could it be those immortals who know how to resist swords?"

He said to himself, but he was very sure in his heart.

Red Maple Town has been in good weather and has not been attacked by demon beasts for a hundred years, and everyone knows in their hearts that it is the blessing of the immortals who live behind the town.

But the immortals who had never been in front of their swords in the past, why were they so anxious today?

The old man was puzzled, looking at the increasingly dark sky, he actually felt a kind of uneasiness about to come.

Immediately drew a stick from the cow and urged the two children with ink to go home.

On this day, no matter what, it will be safe to go home.

Between the clouds, the wind is blowing.

Yueli watched Wu Lingjun take out a pocket golden bell from Qiankun's sleeve, cast a spell to cover it in Red Maple Town, and said, "This bell can't protect this town." ”

The Demon God was born, and his anger and monstrous demonic aura were enough to burn embers for a hundred miles, even the Boundless Sword Sect was no exception.

Wu Lingjun said calmly: "Can't protect is one saying, and not protecting is another." ”

A fairy is a faith.

A belief is a strength.

This is one of the reasons why God is powerful.

The power of faith is the main way for future generations of gods to grow.

Of course, Wu Lingjun is a beast god, and this little bit of faith is not enough for him to reverse and occupy, but who let them call him an immortal?

As the saying goes, if you want to protect it, you can protect it, how can there be so many reasons.

Yueli raised her eyebrows: "I'm just stating the facts. ”

Wu Lingjun turned his head and smiled without smiling: "What I said is also the truth." ”

"Here we are."

Feeling the thin aura in the space, the god of war spoke up.

This is the end of their argument.

"Kunlun Secret Realm Fragments?" Yueli was surprised.

Wu Lingjun touched his nose, didn't say anything, coughed lightly, and changed the topic stiffly: "Cough, what's that, I didn't expect that the demon god could grow during the sealing period, and he could extract aura across the space." ”

"It's very bad for our situation." The god of war said with a frown.

Suddenly, a circle of ripples rippled in the space, a black void hole slowly formed, and red demonic qi began to overflow.

Yueli was slightly stunned, as if she couldn't believe it: "How come!?" Ahead of schedule? ”

Wu Lingjun's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and the cyan spiritual power was already brewing in his hands.

The god of war looked serious, and he didn't know when it started, the spirit balloon in his hand seemed to have been rubbed, and he conjured up a fairy sword to punish evil.

There was no way, his old buddy refused to follow him, he could only turn out the evil at the bottom of the box to temporarily make up for the trouble of not having a weapon.

This guy is more or less forgetful.

When this happens, he will go to the lotus pond to change his gender, and maybe he can continue his relationship with Jinglan.

After all, the evil is just an ordinary high-grade artifact, and the fit can't be compared with his half-life artifact.

At the same time, a laurel branch in Yueli's hand was fragrant, and his weapon was naturally his body.

In other words, his essence is the strongest weapon.

As for Wu Lingjun, he hunted with his bare hands, hunted in robes, and had the demeanor of a worldly master.

Yueli had never seen Wu Lingjun use a weapon, so she casually asked, "Where is your half-life artifact?" ”

Dealing with the demon gods, they don't even have half of the victory rate, but Qing Heng is leisurely and leisurely, and he doesn't even sacrifice weapons, isn't there any key to winning at the bottom of the box?

In this regard, the god of war who fought side by side with Wu Lingjun in the weak water said: "Which divine beast have you ever seen dancing with a spear and a sword? ”

The three gods stood above the clouds in the face of the bloody wind and rain, standing still, resisting the source of the disaster.

"He's coming."

……

……

The sword light and sword shadow were printed with the scarlet blood moon, and a group of agile and light, cautious men in black shuttled through the battlefield quietly.

They traveled back and forth to and from the battlefield, welcoming one fallen warrior after another back to the city.

Their identity is to welcome the generals.

For every soldier who died bravely, their name will be engraved on the general's tablet, and the celebrities will be eternal.

The number of deaths is increasing, multiplying.

One hundred and fifty-six were killed, three hundred and thirty-nine were seriously wounded, and the rest had to rest.

The long battle had left them in worse physical condition, and they were exhausted by exhaustion and exhaustion.

The sect disciples are in a slightly better situation, but they can't continue to fight, otherwise it will only bring more negative effects.

This is the situation in Chishui City.

The rest of the cities, among which Yunzhong, Jiangling, Shuyou, and Fengcheng are in better condition.

Small cities such as Danyue, Fufeng, Huaishui, and Eucalyptus have been broken and occupied by the demon army.

Most of the large cities were still in the midst of bitter fighting, and the situation was unknown or tragic, with countless casualties.

Everyone fought back desperately, because once the city was broken, the safe place where the people were hiding was no longer safe.

In the picture transmitted from a warrior in Danyue City, it has safely become a sea of blood, and the demons have brutally killed their compatriots, devoured their flesh and blood organs, and bathed in the blood of corpses.

The picture is bloody and hideous.

What's even more terrifying is that this is what is happening.

(End of chapter)