Inside the huge blue light shield covering the entire Xicheng District, the battle was not only on the surface and in the air, but also underground.

As the most prosperous central city in Qingzhou, Pingling County has a complete underground drainage system.

Because Qingzhou was still a chaotic area full of war a few decades ago, the Pingling county town at that time was often destroyed, and in the decades of peace, without the assistance of the imperial court, the wealthy families of Qingzhou raised funds to rebuild almost the entire Pingling county town, so even the underground drainage system was planned extremely well, which is actually a very rare thing, and there are not many cities in the entire Wei country that can do this.

In the usually dark underground drain, Noor is resting in a drain with a group of Eight-Faced Cultists. This drainage pipe, which is more than two meters in diameter, is responsible for the drainage of rainwater on rainy days in several forks near this street in Xicheng District.

It's not the rainy season lately, and it hasn't rained in Pingling County, so the inside of this pipe is very dry, except for some moldy leaves and silt, there is no other filth and smell.

A flash of fire illuminated a section of pipe tens of meters long, and the same illuminated the disgraced faces of Noor and his men.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, silently running the True Yuan. The fierce Noor opened his mouth and coughed up a fist-sized mass of blood, and his face suddenly turned rosy.

He took a deep breath, took out a bottle of elixir and poured it into his mouth, and then slowly stood up.

Beside him, a man dressed differently from the Eight-Faced God Cultist was also healing. His body is like a big furnace, constantly releasing a compelling heat. There are three clearly visible fist prints in the back of his heart, which are three inches deep, and these three fist marks are several times larger than ordinary people's fists, which shows that the person who punched is much larger than normal.

The three fist prints were attached to a faint golden light, and the man was constantly impacting a thin layer of golden light with his true element, trying to gradually wear away the fist strength that had penetrated into his internal organs.

After a few minutes, the fist marks on the man's back slowly dissipated, and he also spat out the blood, and also took out a bottle of pills and ate it.

As soon as he dealt with his injuries, the man scolded angrily: "Are these people from the Wind Patrol Division a dog's nose!? The entire Qingzhou Wind Patrol Division has all been gathered, can't you Eight Faces God Sect plan a little more carefully if you want to find death? In such a situation, it is obvious that the people of Pingling County have already known about your actions!"

Nuer silently wiped the sickle in his hand with a quick black silk scarf, and he said vaguely with a gloomy face: "Before you took the money, you didn't know that this was a business that would fight for your life? Moreover, these families and officials of Pingling County only know a rough idea, and they don't know the detailed planning, even if our side is completely destroyed, there are several other teams of people going to the Demon Sealing Altar in the center of the underground, the great god of our, it will definitely reappear today!"

More than half of the high-level members of the Wei State Branch of the Eight-Faced God Sect, including the deputy sect leader of the branch, are fighting on the surface, and they are just taking their lives to be bait, and the four teams of elite disciples with a certain amount of divine seeds have dived into the Demon Sealing Altar from the ground separately, as long as one team of people succeeds, they can awaken the eight-faced god clone!

The higher-ups of the Eight-Faced God Cult are also cunning enough to be mindless. They gave up the original plan of hitting all the god seeds to awaken the eight-faced god clone with complete strength, but divided into four teams of people, with three more insurances, as long as one team of people succeeded, they could summon the eight-faced god clone.

Although in this way, the strength of the summoned eight-faced god clone will be weakened, but isn't there the biggest chaotic battle in Qingzhou for so many years?

As long as the eight-faced god clone reappears in the sky, so many cultivators who have died now are all excellent raw materials for blood sacrifices!

Punching the wall hard, the man who took the money to do the work gritted his teeth and said: "They are all madmen! This team of people from the Wind Patrol Division is also crazy, and the person who takes the lead is even more evil than you cultists!"

As soon as the man finished speaking, there was the sound of footsteps in the distance.

Although there is no stagnant water in this pipeline, in the main pipe with a diameter of more than 10 meters on the side, there is a continuous influx of domestic wastewater from many famous houses and shops in Xicheng District, which merges into a river several meters wide in the main pipeline. To make it easier for maintenance crews to maintain the sewer pipes, two sidewalks were laid on both sides of the river, each two meters wide.

Because of the extra emptiness in the pipe, the slightest sound can penetrate the distance.

Listening to the sound of footsteps, there should be someone running towards this side from three hundred meters away, their pace is extremely fast, and it is obvious that the goal is extremely clear.

Nur extinguished the flames gloomily, and he whispered, "I can't go, no matter how far we run these two times, they will always find us quickly." Now even the underground drainage pipes are covered by the formation enchantment, you take money to do things, don't think that you can save your life by fishing in troubled waters. ”

The man gasped and lifted a mace at his side.

"Don't talk nonsense, take money to do things, the gold-lettered signboard of our Dudaomen for so many years has been piled up with human lives, so you don't have to worry about it. ”

Noor glanced at the man, and he gasped heavily, quickly issuing one order after another.

In just an hour, in the face of the pursuit of the Wind Patrol Division like a mad dog, nearly half of the three hundred elite disciples led by himself have died, and the rest are all injured.

If it weren't for the Wei State Branch of the Eight-Faced God Sect this time, they were desperate to go out and carry enough pills, the number of deaths would have been a few percent more, and Rao was like this, and more than a dozen people were cut off legs, feet or arms, and these people were all killed by Nur on the way to escape just now.

At this time, those who are dragging their feet must give up without hesitation, and for a person like Noor, who has been a cultist for half his life, it is an easy decision to make.

The remaining 100 people didn't speak, they clenched their weapons and laid a rudimentary defensive line, and the people of the Wind Patrol Division were always chasing behind them, if they didn't kill all these people, it seemed that they could avoid the pursuit and reach the Demon Sealing Altar smoothly.

There was a faint blue light flashing in front of him, and every time the people of the Wind Patrol Division appeared, these eight-faced God Cult disciples would see this terrifying blue light.

Noor tightened his grip on the scythe, glancing at the man who had crossed the knife gate, then held his breath and turned into a cloud of black smoke and escaped into the sewage of the main water pipe.

The man from the Crossing Knife Gate took a breath, and his body suddenly burst into flames, like a huge lighthouse, emitting a large amount of light and heat, and the entire pipe was instantly filled with light and heat, and everyone could only see his strong body and the weighing mace in his hand for a while.

The blue light approached, and the sound of light footsteps suddenly became heavy.

Hundreds of officers of the Wind Patrol Division in blue armor walked over from a distance, led by a man with a long sword, his face was resolute, but at this moment, there was a huge wound extending from the corner of his eye to his mouth, it was the wound that was cut by Noor's scythe attack in the face of the siege of the Eight-Faced God Cult just now.

Behind the sword-carrying man, there were more than a dozen Wind Patrol Division leaders, followed by seventy or eighty ordinary cultivators of the Wind Patrol Division.

If Lin Ze was here, he would definitely recognize that among the dozen or so Wind Patrol Commanders, Chang Yuan, who met that night, was also among them.

At this time, his face was stained with blood, but his eyes were resolute and his madness was still there.