Mu Shuo Zhenren secretly thought that Yang Junfei was reasonable, so he asked the two senior brothers and sisters to get up, and according to what he said, he ordered. At this time, the disciples of the entire Rank Moon Valley were running around, and there was a lot of rumors.

When night fell, Ling Ziyang climbed the mountain behind the Moon Valley alone, and looked forward, but saw that under the faint moonlight, the mountains were black and towering, and it was rare to see a few stars in the sky, which were covered by repeated thin clouds, and looked extremely dark. The humid and cold weather in the past few days has made the night wind as cold as a knife, scraping on the skin and making the whole body cold.

"Brother Ling, why is you here alone?" A voice came from behind, and after a while, Yang Junfei was side by side with him.

Ling Ziyang breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "I want to be quiet." ”

Yang Junfei said: "Are you also worried about the next battle?"

Ling Ziyang said: "The strength of the Demon King is something none of you can imagine. ”

Yang Junfei's face had already disappeared with that cynical expression, and he said: "The strength of the king of the demon realm, it can be imagined, maybe only the head of a faction like Yaoji Palace and Luoxian Sect can have the strength to fight him." ”

The scene of the battle with the Demon King that day flashed in Ling Ziyang's mind, at that time he was worthless in front of the Demon King, and he could put people to death with a snap of his fingers, and now it must be the same result.

In such a situation, he still couldn't turn the situation around, just like he couldn't stop the demon king that day and let the demon soldiers attack Qingluo Spirit Valley, he couldn't do anything. I know I'm so weak, but why do I do it?

At this moment, I heard a coquettish voice behind me: "Yang-Jun-Fei-"

Yang Junfei was startled and hurriedly hid behind Ling Ziyang. But I saw the woman in the yellow dress with her waist in her hands, her eyes were full of anger, and she came over to him and said angrily: "Why did you tell the master to let me go to Luoxian Gate to move the rescue soldiers?"

Yang Junfei barely squeezed out a smile and said, "Didn't you go?"

The woman in yellow clothes said: "Hmph, my lime is not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death and escapes, and you don't care about my affairs in the future." ”

Yang Junfei said bitterly: "Ling'er, why are you suffering, a battle with the demon clan must be a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, you are a girl, it is better not to follow." ”

Lime said loudly: "I said it, I am not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, you and all the senior brothers live and die together in the same Moon Valley, do you want me to be a turtle with a shrunken head?"

Yang Junfei screamed in pain again and again, and hurriedly said: "Ning'er, I don't dare, you let me go, I promise never to make decisions for you in the future." ”

Ling Ziyang looked at the two of them blankly, this scene seemed to be familiar, and suddenly, he seemed to hear an angry voice from the distant Cangxuan Mountain: "Stinky boy, I'm not done with you! I'm going to kill you!"

"Ling'er—" Ling Ziyang couldn't help but exclaim. Yang Junfei and Lime were stunned, looking at his sad expression, Lime asked, "Brother Ling, are you okay?"

Ling Ziyang wiped his face, his hands were really wet, and he smiled apologetically at the two of them: "I'm fine." ”

At this time, Yang Junfei took the opportunity to break free of the lime and hurriedly dodged. Looking at the sky at this time, a lot of streamers around him were converging on the side of Lingyue Valley, and Ling Ziyang knew that the nearby immortal cultivation sects had received messages one after another, and they all rushed over to this side.

Yang Junfei said: "At this time, all the factions must have gone to the main hall to discuss, let's also go to hear the situation, Brother Ling, will you go with us too?"

Ling Ziyang thought that he was still wanted by the various sects, even if the people in the Moon Valley were friendly and didn't target me, it would be difficult for the other sects to say, so he shook his head and said, "I won't go!"

Lime said, "Okay, then I'll leave with my senior brother, see you later." As he spoke, he pulled Yang Junfei and ran down the mountain.

Ling Ziyang saw it from afar, and the lime pulled Yang Junfei into a stumble in the night, only to hear Yang Junfei shout: "You slow down, hey, look at the road······"

He couldn't help but look envious, and then looked at the night sky again.

In this way, two days were spent peacefully, from time to time there were spies to report back to the situation of the Black Wind Pass, every time the spies came back, Mu Shuo Zhenren's face was more frosty, the strength of the enemy and me was really very different, and when there was no one around, his limbs were trembling.

Finally, in the early morning of the third day, before dawn, the sky was chaotic, and a huge fireball in the sky smashed down in the direction of the Moon Valley, and exploded on the ground in an instant, with a loud sound that shook the sky, and a large area of trees around it became charcoal.

Ling Ziyang was in the back mountain, saw it from a distance, and sighed: "It's finally started." ”

There are about 1,000 disciples of the Immortal Cultivation Sect, and they are lined up in several columns on the cliff in front of the Moon Valley, and the magic weapon fairy sword has become a weapon to resist monsters.

The demon clans used siege weapons, and next, several flints flew in, but this time they smashed into the ambush of the immortal cultivators. At that moment, several disciples of the Moon Valley rose into the air, and Yang Junfei was among them, only to see them pinching the trick in their hands, and the long sword behind them was like an arrow from the string, slashing towards the flint. Suddenly, the flint bursts, and the fireworks are everywhere, like a goddess scattering flowers, which is spectacular.

Immediately after that, there were more flints, and there were many other disciples who used immortal swords to split the flints. At the same time, the distant hillside mountain rushed down the demon army, pushing the chariot, carrying the ladder, and pulling the mountain and the tree.

Many immortal cultivators who had never seen the world were secretly frightened and sighed, seeing the enemies swarming in, but they did not retreat. Yang Junfei's sword rose into the air, and he shouted loudly with enough spiritual power: "Senior brothers of various sects, now these beasts who have cultivated into human form want to take the place of our human beings, we are the primates of all things, the descendants of Yan and Huang, how can we let these beasts take advantage of the loopholes, do you say? Without resistance, there is no future, even if you fight to the last person, the last drop of blood, you must hold here and wait for reinforcements! Repel the demons and return my rivers and mountains!"

"Repel the demons, return my rivers and mountains, repel demons, return my rivers and mountains······" Suddenly, the blood of heroes from all walks of life was full of pride, and they rushed straight to the bullfight.

Ling Ziyang was also enthusiastic, and immediately looked at Yang Junfei with admiration, so he cast the Dream Butterfly Shadow, and instantly came to his side, pulled his arm and dragged him down.

Almost at the same time, a sharp arrow whizzed through the space he had just been in, piercing a hugging wood.

Yang Junfei was shocked into a cold sweat, and hurriedly thanked Ling Ziyang, who said: "You must be careful, there will be hope if you live." ”

"I see. Yang Junfei nodded heavily, and then went over to resist the flint arrows.

The demon army was about two hundred steps away from the cliff, and suddenly a series of explosions sounded in the woods where they were, like firecrackers, and all the monsters running in front of them became cannon fodder.

"The power of the Flame Sect's Burst Talisman is really extraordinary, and the power is amazing!" laughed an old man who was over the age of sixteen at this time.

Another chimed in: "Set a trap in advance, and sure enough, be prepared, and let those beasts suffer greatly." ”

But there are so many armies in the demon world, the monsters in front are dead, and the monsters in the back are quickly replenished, like a wave, the front wave has passed, and the back wave continues.

Not far from the bottom of the cliff, the monsters planted a trap dug by the immortal cultivators in advance, and a ravine was ten zhang deep, and it was full of wooden thorns. But it's like a small river can't stop the raging flood, and in a moment, the corpses of the youkai fill the ravine and flatten it.

The demons have come to the bottom of the cliff, and every time they build a ladder, they are all cut off by flying swords. After such a continuous battle until dawn, the immortal cultivators took advantage of the geographical advantage and constantly weakened the power of the demon clan. But they are like maggots on the tarsal bones, and they are like giants, who have cut off their arms and feet, but they can still grow.

Yang Junfei said at this time: "Fellow Daoists, if we continue like this, those brutes will drag us down sooner or later, we might as well divide into two groups, take turns to fight, one group is tired, and the other group will go up again, and so on, we can reserve our strength." ”

When everyone heard that he was reasonable, they did what he said, and the two groups rotated, so that it was really a lot easier.

On this day, the weather was still cloudy and rainy, and this slaughtering world was like this cruel battlefield. Life and death, but it is a fleeting thing, half a day down, the corpses of the demon clan piled up, and the later demon soldiers stepped on the corpses of their companions to take the ladder and climb to the cliff, this cruel situation is what human beings can imagine, the cold-blooded of the world, but so.

On the side of the immortal cultivators, more than 100 people were also lost, almost all of them were relatively low cultivation disciples, and most of them hung up the lottery, but they all fought bloodily regardless of the pain.

Ling Ziyang looked shocked, this fierce scene had never been seen against the demon soldiers in Qingluo Spirit Valley, and infinite battle intent also rose in his heart, roaring again and again, and the Wan Ling Sword Technique was displayed heartily.

Suddenly, in the sky, all the flint swords were stopped by a yellow flash, and not a single arrow passed through. This is exactly the Wanling Sword Technique he used with the body of the Dream Shadow Butterfly, and the power of one person can be worth the work of a hundred people.

Many people in the audience didn't know Ling Ziyang's origin, but they all admired him, and Yang Junfei was even more excited: "Brother Ling, I can't imagine that your swordsmanship is so exquisite, if you can retreat from the enemy, I will definitely ask you for a lesson or two." ”

Ling Ziyang smiled and said, "Okay!"

At this moment, there are countless monsters flying in the sky, carrying monsters, trying to break through the level from the sky in one fell swoop. At this time, Ling Ziyang flew up in the air and shouted: "Yangchun is a song and it is difficult", a majestic sword qi turned into a monstrous wave, wrapped in the momentum of thunder and thunder, and immediately returned to calm.

This move shocked the scene and not only shocked the demons, but even the immortal cultivators forgot to exclaim, and in full view of everyone, they were like gods.

At this time, I only heard a laugh, which shook the world. "Who should I be? It turned out to be you, Ling Ziyang, you didn't die in the battle of Qingluo Linggu that day. ”

The corners of Ling Ziyang's mouth slanted, and he said coldly: "Thanks to you, Demon King, I, Ling Ziyang, will not die, and I will crush your bones and scatter ashes to pay tribute to the soul of my deceased wife." ”

I saw a burly man with his hair spread out on his shoulders, riding a glutton, and jumping up the hill at once. Majestic, like a lion facing the rising sun.

The demon king also said coldly: "So, Bi Ling'er is dead?"

Ling Zi raised his face like frost and said, "Of course, thanks to your son." ”

The demon king was shocked: "Do you know where Ting'er is?"

Ling Ziyang sneered for a while: "Are you talking about that useless waste, I have already been slaughtered by my sword!"

"You ······" The demon king was furious, and the red spear appeared in his hand out of thin air, like a thunderbolt, straight towards him as a hood.

Ling Ziyang wanted to block, but saw a gray shadow blocking in front of him in advance, the red light was dazzling, and a huge red bird covered in flames let out a sharp long roar, crashing head-on into the demon king.

The demon king hurriedly volleyed upside down and dodged, but his mount was already buried in the flames.

Ling Ziyang looked at the man in surprise: "Gu Master." ”

Mu Shuo Zhenren turned his head and said, "Ling Shaoxia, you go and help the others, and the demon king will be handed over to me." ”

Ling Ziyang looked at him, then at the firebird, his confidence in him increased, he nodded, and turned to leave to kill the other monsters.

At this time, I met Yang Junfei again, and asked him what the red bird was. Yang Junfei replied: "It is the flame wings of our town sect in the Moon Valley, which can be turned into a fire phoenix, even if the immortals see it, they have to retreat." ”

Ling Ziyang sighed: "I didn't expect your sect to have such a powerful magic weapon. ”

Yang Junfei said triumphantly: "Of course, although our Lingyue Valley is not as good as today's first-class sects, it has a long history and has been brilliant today, and its strength must not be underestimated by other sects." ”

At this time, I heard a loud shout again: "Ling Ziyang, you said that the young master was killed by you, so what about my brother Split the Sky?