The people of Mingkong Dao looked at the mountain protection array in the sky that was shattered like a mirror, and couldn't help but feel a slight pain in their hearts, knowing that they could no longer return to the sky, and the thousand-year-old inheritance of Qinghua Mountain was afraid that it would end today.

The Jindan monks of the surrounding Qinghua Mountain watched all this in horror, the most solid barrier in their hearts had been broken, and the Mingkong Dao people, who relied on the most in their hearts, were actually injured. For a while, these Jindan monks were all discouraged, and they did not have the slightest confidence and courage.

Seeing all this, the spiritual power in the body was secretly working, and he had already suppressed the injury, his face returned to normal, and he shouted at these Jindan monks: "Cheer up one by one and hurry up and prepare for battle! The enemy is so strong that the mountain gate is categorically unable to contain it, but I have already secretly transferred the elite disciples of this sect! As long as there are people, this gate will not perish, and we will have to take this mountain gate back sooner or later! Now break through with me!"

The words of the Mingkong Daoist have been clear, this Qinghua Mountain cannot be defended, but as long as the monks of Qinghua Mountain are not extinct, then Qinghua Mountain will make a comeback sooner or later. However, in the current situation, it is also extremely difficult to break through, these Jindan monks have the help of the Ming Kong Dao people, and there are more opportunities, and those disciples in the foundation building period and the disciples in the qi refining period can only ask for more blessings for themselves and see their creation.

This is also a helpless move, if they are not forced into such a situation, who is willing to give up their own sect and disciples? If they stick to this place now, they will only add some senseless sacrifices.

"The ancestor is right, the green mountains left are here, don't be afraid of running out of firewood! Let's kill them!" a Jindan monk shouted.

"Yes, as long as we are alive, the Dao system of Qinghua Mountain will not be broken!

"Kill it!"

......

For a while, the morale of the monks in Qinghua Mountain was high, and everyone was shouting to fight their way out. The face of the Mingkong Daoist also showed a hint of relief.

The Demon Monk's side.

"Kill!"

With the destruction of the Qinghua Mountain Great Array, the Demon Dao Monks' side immediately erupted into a burst of shouts of killing, and the Demon Dao Monks who had been enduring for a long time pounced on Qinghua Mountain with the door wide open at this time like tigers and wolves.

The foundation building period monks and qi refining stage monks who were stationed and waiting around also flew up one after another, shouting loudly to enter Qinghua Mountain.

And Zhao Mingyu, who broke the Qinghua Mountain Protection Array in one fell swoop, withdrew the law that appeared behind him, and his face showed a trace of fatigue, and the magic power just now was obviously overdrawn on the body to be displayed. Then Zhao Mingyu swallowed a pill and sat down cross-legged on the spot to recover.

"Kill!"

After a few breaths, the Demon Dao monks were already engaged in a short battle with the monks of Qinghua Mountain.

The number of demon monks is almost twice that of the monks of Qinghua Mountain, and the mountain protection array is forced, the disciples of Qinghua Mountain are panicked, this battle is almost a one-sided slaughter, and the disciples of Qinghua Mountain continue to fall.

In mid-air, more than thirty Demon Dao Jindan monks were outflanking the Mingkong Dao people and eighteen Qinghua Mountain Jindan monks.

"The junior is rampant!"

The Mingkong Daoist snorted lightly, waved the sleeves of his robe, rolled up a huge wind blade out of thin air, and slashed towards the several Demon Dao Jindan monks who came at the head!

"Poof!"

The two Demon Dao Jindan monks who flew in front couldn't dodge, and their bodies were split in half by the wind blade, and a burst of blood mist burst out, and the broken corpses fell to the ground. In addition, several Jindan monks were swept by the wind blade, and although they resisted with magic weapons, they were already seriously injured.

The demonic monks who came over were suddenly in chaos, and the power of the Yuanying monks was so powerful that no one dared to hit them head-on. At this time, they all dodged and made a cut.

"Kill!"

The Jindan monk of Qinghua Mountain was demoralized, and rushed towards the gap that had just been opened by the Mingkong Dao people.

The people of Mingkong Dao did not seek to hurt the enemy at this time, but only hoped to be able to send their own Jindan monks out of the encirclement safely, so they led a group of Jindan monks to rush straight over.

"Stay!"

I only heard a strange cry like an eagle, and at this time, Zhao Mingyu, who had recovered, had already arrived.

When the Demon Dao Jindan monks saw Zhao Mingyu arrive, they were all overjoyed, and then they closed and outflanked him.

Mingkong Daoren's face changed greatly, he didn't seek to kill the enemy just now, he rushed forward with all his strength, just to take advantage of Zhao Mingyu's recovery time to break through quickly. I didn't expect this old monster to recover so quickly.

"Bang! bang!"

A trace of ruthlessness flashed on the face of the Mingkong Dao people, and when he practiced his moves, they were all killed with one blow, and several Demon Dao Jindan monks died in an instant.

The other party actually killed several people in front of him, and Zhao Mingyu's face became extremely gloomy, and he was completely enraged: "Old Zamao, your death time has come!"

As soon as Zhao Mingyu stretched out his hand, the split mountain pestle was already in his hand, and his figure had disappeared in a flash.

The next moment, Zhao Mingyu's figure had already appeared above the head of the Mingkong Daoist, and the split mountain pestle smashed down on the Heavenly Spirit Gai of the Mingkong Daoist.

The people of Mingkong Dao were not in a hurry to wait until the cracked pestle fell and suddenly disappeared, and when they reappeared, they were already dozens of zhang away, and a green flying sword flew out with an open mouth, and the giant sword that rose into several zhang in the wind, with one hand and one finger, the giant sword disappeared in the air.

Zhao Mingyu only felt that the air above his head fluctuated, and his heart moved, his body had already moved horizontally for several feet, and at the same time that Zhao Mingyu moved sideways, a green giant sword appeared in the position where Zhao Mingyu was originally standing, and slashed down with a bang.

The two faced each other head-to-head for the first time, but no one could help anyone.

"Humph!"

Zhao Mingyu snorted coldly, and his figure disappeared again, and at this time, the Mingkong Dao man on the opposite side also rushed forward with a green flying sword. The battle between the two officially began, and their respective supernatural powers were fully exerted, colliding with each other head-on, dodging, sneak attacking, magic weapon bombardment, and throwing talismans......

In this level of battle, even those Jindan monks couldn't see the figures of the two of them clearly, but they all had a common action, that is, try to stay away from the center of the battle between the two!

The two of them moved rapidly in the sky, revealing their bodies in the eastern sky one moment, and the next in the west.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Every collision between the two caused a huge explosion, and those Jindan monks were okay, they were all quick-eyed, and they all quickly fled from the battlefield of the two, but those foundation building monks and Qi refining stage monks below couldn't dodge.

The aftermath of the two of them was affected, and they suddenly did not distinguish between the enemy and me, and a large number of casualties!

"Boom!"

Zhao Mingyu's cracked mountain pestle carried a huge sound of wind, bringing up a brilliant golden light and smashing towards the Mingkong Daoist, but the Mingkong Daoist was fleeting in the sky, avoiding this blow, but this blow fell on the ground The battle between the demon monk and the disciple of Qinghua Mountain came out, and suddenly hundreds of low-level monks were bombarded and there was not even scum left, and they were wiped out.

Li Hui hid in the Wind Splitting God Car and watched in surprise at this battle in the sky. In fact, he could barely see anything clearly, but he could see clearly when the two collided with Yu Wei and injured the monks on the ground. This is still the result of the two of them unintentionally, the power of the Yuanying Monk, at this moment, Li Hui can only feel powerless and awe-inspiring like an ant looking up at the gods.

And the two Yuanying Cultivators were fighting frantically in the air, not caring about the life or death of these low-level disciples at all, in their eyes, these low-level disciples were just ants-like existence, and there was no difference between dying one and dying a group.

The two of them flowed rapidly, and in an instant, they killed from the west end of Qinghua Mountain to the east end, Qinghua Mountain was in a mess at this time, a large number of buildings of the Qinghua Mountain sect were destroyed, countless mountain giant trees were destroyed by the air waves of the two battles, and some small mountain peaks were also razed.

Fortunately, the two had drifted apart, and the monks on both sides of the battlefield were relieved, and then the monks on both sides fought together.

The situation of this great battle is now very clear, the side of Qinghua Mountain will soon collapse, the monks of Qinghua Mountain have scattered and fled, and the demon monks are like tigers and wolves like sheep, chasing and killing these fleeing monks, trying to kill them all. Even the dozen or so Jindan monks in Qinghua Mountain were scattered and fled at this time, and they were chased and killed by the Jindan monks of the Demon Dao.

After a few hours, neither Zhao Mingyu nor Mingkong Dao returned, and Qinghua Mountain had been completely occupied by the Demon Dao army, some Demon Dao monks were stationed on Ziqinghua Mountain, and more Demon Dao monks were separated to hunt down the fleeing disciples of Qinghua Mountain.

Qinghua Mountain, which has been inherited for thousands of years, perishes!

Li Hui, who was in the Wind Splitting God car, was silently praying in his heart at this time, praying that the old monster Zhao would be killed by the Yuanying Monk of Qinghua Mountain!

But the sky did not fulfill people's wishes, and two hours later, Zhao Mingyu's figure suddenly flashed and appeared in the Wind Splitting God car.

At this time, Zhao Mingyu was slightly embarrassed, his clothes were torn in several places, and his face was a little unsightly, but there were no injuries on his body.

Of course, Li Hui didn't dare to ask how the battle was, but he secretly complained in his heart, and scolded this old Zhao in his heart. On the surface, there was no discoloration at all, and he sat obediently in the Wind Splitting God car.

Zhao Mingyu glanced at Li Hui, didn't say a word, and directly took a pill and sat on the bed in the Wind Splitting God car, breathing and exhaling.

Half an hour later, Zhao Mingyu opened his eyes, his face had returned to normal, but there was a little annoyance in his eyes.

"This old miscellaneous hair also has some means, and in the end he let him escape after blowing up a few magic weapons, and he was careless for a while, and he was almost injured by him!" Zhao Mingyu said hatefully, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was talking to Li Hui again.

Of course, Li Hui didn't dare to speak at this time, pretending to be cultivating, closing his eyes and breathing.

Zhao Mingyu glanced at Li Hui, the figure flashed, and disappeared again.

Li Hui opened his eyes and let out a long sigh, Qinghua Mountain has been breached, this old Zhao monster is estimated to catch where he is going to Liangzhou Splitting Heaven Sect, who knows what kind of fate will greet him. He didn't believe that this old monster really wanted to take him as an apprentice.

Half an hour later, Zhao Mingyu returned again, didn't say much, directly lifted Li Hui on the shoulder, and flew out of the Splitting Wind Divine Car, which turned into the size of a palm, was put away by Zhao Mingyu, and then flew towards the original sect of Qinghua Mountain.

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