In the midst of the discussion, Zhang Qing heard a frequent word.

"Just now, the flying boats of the Purple Moon Tower have already left three ships, and one flying boat has a hundred people, that is, three hundred monks, and it has not even lasted three hours."

"The three flying boats have returned, and it is said that they still have a number of seriously injured monks with them."

"I don't know if the Purple Moon Tower can hold up, I'm afraid it won't be long before the city lord will have to mobilize the whole city."

"With us cannon fodder, of course the city lord has to consider the loss of Ziyue Tower, otherwise the other seniors won't be able to get by."

The Purple Moon Tower is the so-called lineage in Foggy Moon City, and all the golden lotuses, including the city lord, are part of it.

Before, Zhang Qing thought that the entire Fog Moon City was similar to a sect, but now it seems that this Purple Moon Tower is.

That city lord is the sect master of the Purple Moon Tower, and all the remaining golden lotuses are among the elders, and every elder is one of the mountains, and Wan Xiang and they were once one of them.

The Purple Moon Tower rules the entire Misty Moon City and has all the resources here, as for how to divide it, it is their internal matter.

Except for them, everyone else is a casual cultivator, and to be able to settle in Misty Moon City, they all need to pay a large amount of spirit stones every day.

The two identities are very different, and the cruelty between the millions of monks in the mountains is far greater than other places.

A deep voice resounded in the sky, Zhang Qing understood the meaning, just like what a certain casual cultivator said before, Ziyue Tower began to mobilize the scattered cultivators in the city to resist the demons.

From Qi training to foundation building, no one can be spared, even if Zhang Qing is a newcomer.

The speed of Foggy Moon City was very fast, and the last moment Zhang Qing was still guessing what was going on, and the next moment the monks of the Purple Moon Tower had already appeared in this restaurant, leading them to the periphery of the battlefield.

However, there was no flying boat to ride in Sanxiu, and when they walked through the dozens of surrounding peaks, everyone was shocked.

Standing on the top of the mountain and looking out, a pair of bloodthirsty eyes looked this way, no matter what kind of demon, wolf or sheep, all stood silently in place.

Between the mountains, it was densely packed, and Zhang Qing was also shocked when he saw it.

"What are they waiting for?" Beside him, there was a scattered cultivator trembling and said, he was really afraid, he had only been chased and killed by more than a dozen demons for the sake of resources before, but now it is more than 100,000?

What's more, when the originally irascible demons are all quietly looking at you, everyone will be uneasy.

In the rear, a steady stream of monks in Foggy Moon City were sent to the periphery, and the formation of Foggy Moon City that Zhang Qing had heard not long ago was also quietly unfolding at this moment.

The hazy purple moon rose in the sky, reflecting on everyone's bodies warmly, but Zhang Qing still felt a certain chill hidden in the moonlight.

Raising his head to look at the full moon, a frightened voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"What they're waiting for, here!"

Turning around, Zhang Qing looked at the sky in the distance, the dark clouds made his pupils shrink, demon fog!

The appearance of the demon fog made Zhang Qing have a bad premonition, the last time he saw the demon fog was in the Lingwu Mountain Range, and the result was that the Lingwu Mountain Range may have now turned into a huge basin lake.

In the dark demon mist, there was a faint low roar, a part of the big demon's body loomed, and Zhang Qing even saw a thick snake tail hanging under the sea of clouds and then raised in a trance.

But this is not the master of the most terrible coercion, Zhang Qing stared at the dark sea of clouds, looking at the huge shadow exposed at the moment when the wind and thunder shone.

He didn't hear any sound, but he could know that all the demons in the demon fog were being driven away by the shadow at the back and driven to the battlefield here, and the countless demons among the mountains were waiting for it to appear.

Woo –

The melodious long roar was as pleasant as the sound of a flute, but it made the purple moon above Foggy Moon City even more chilly, and one after another serious figures were suspended in the sky.

"That is the Misty Moon City Lord, the Sect Master of the Purple Moon Tower."

In the sky, the appearance of the purple-robed Taoist at the forefront made the monks on the battlefield feel uplifted, and the uneasiness in their hearts disappeared by three points.

It's just that no one can see the extremely solemn expression on the face of the Foggy Moon City Lord.

There was another long chirp, and the demon mist was completely covered, but the demon mist within the range shrouded by the purple moon could not be eroded.

A demon with a golden lotus cultivation rushed out of the demon mist and slaughtered the powerhouse of Misty Moon City in the sky fiercely, and between the mountains, the roar that suddenly erupted made the mountain guard array of Misty Moon City also vibrate, and the ripples in the void continued to spread.

At this time, there was no need for anyone to be the commander, and everyone looked at the demons rushing in front of them with numb scalps, but they didn't dare to retreat.

The faster you retreat, the more miserable you die.

Zhang Qing naturally did not use all his strength, and even only showed the earth attribute spell that he was not good at, preventing the demon from approaching little by little, so that it was convenient for the other monks around him to kill.

His actions did not cause displeasure among the others, on the contrary, the other monks gained a lot in the midst of a thank you.

"Thank you, Daoyou, this demon has your share, and the price is three thousand spirit stones!"

There has never been a shortage of spirit stone veins in the million mountains, and the monks here also have a lot of assets on their bodies, and the demons in the early stage of foundation building can be given to Zhang Qing with three thousand spirit stones.

But Zhang Qing didn't care about these at all, and always kept a little focus on the sky, and the shadow behind the demon mist kept wandering in the sea of clouds, never revealing his figure.

He keenly discovered that in whatever direction the wind and thunder in the demon mist sounded, the purple-robed figure would be facing.

"So, what kind of demon is it?" Zhang Qing was very unsure, but his body took the initiative to approach the edge of the battlefield of more than a dozen mountain peaks.

This was the sequelae of the Lingwu Mountain Range, he didn't dare to use the Purple Gold Bowl rashly anymore, in case the fragments fell in the thirty-three days, it would be the biggest trouble.

Manipulating the surrounding boulders, Zhang Chao smashed the demon out, and the other monks beside him couldn't help but warn.

"Fellow Daoist, there are too many demons, just keep this mountain!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a frightened voice next to him.

"That'...... What is that? ”

Everyone looked, purple thunder roared under the dark sky, reflecting a thousand figures, it wandered in the void, like a huge ...... Fish.

"Big Fish ......" High in the sky, the face of the Fog Moon City Lord in a purple robe was extremely solemn, and the purple moon phantom appeared behind him, and the chill surged towards the dark purple big fish.

"It's it, it's it! The big fish that destroyed thirteen cities in a year, it's coming! Not far from Zhang Qing, several monks looked at the huge demon in horror, no longer caring about any demons, and ran frantically in the direction of Fog Moon City behind.

"There is a big array in Foggy Moon City, only there can resist the big fish!"

At the moment when he shouted, the big fish had already arrived in the mountains with infinite thunder, and the large array on the mountains shattered in an instant, countless mountains and rocks rolled down, and the thousand-meter peak broke from them.

More than a dozen peaks that were claimed to have been refined by many monks and fearless of the aftermath of all battles were wiped out like ants on this day.

On the lonely main peak, the flying boats in the Foggy Moon City rose into the air, and among the collapsed mountains and forests, one by one the monks also ran frantically towards the Foggy Moon City.

Only a handful of people are pushing their way to the outside.

Zhang Qing is one of them.