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Chapter 45 Demon Beasts Attack the City

The drizzle was wet, and the layers of rain clouds covered the early sun on the edge of the sky, and the scenery near and far was shrouded in misty rain and mist, and the surroundings were blurred.

The cold wind was bleak, the dense raindrops danced with the wind, the raindrops fell on Ling Jian's face, washing away the half-dried bloodstains, as if he felt something, his eyelids moved, after a long attempt, he opened his eyes, but the world in front of him had been blocked in the dense rain like a spider's web.

Is it dead? Ling Jian thought stupidly, maybe it would be better to die, and not to be tortured by the pain of this world.

He smiled bitterly, shook his head, gave up this idea, there are still important things to do for himself, how can he give up so easily if he has not yet become a big hero who dominates the party?

He moved his body soaked in muddy water, and a cold feeling soaked through his body, so cold! Ling Jian shuddered, struggled to sit up, and his numb body suddenly stiffened in the air.

This is the battlefield!

He woke up suddenly, as if looking around, the lost consciousness instantly returned, and the shouts and screams around him were mixed.

The rain and mist flashed in the air, and it was impossible to distinguish between friend and foe. It's been a day of fierce fighting, everyone is red-eyed, and people are constantly falling from the sky, like raindrops, splashing pools of blood.

Ling Arrow withdrew his gaze and eagerly looked towards the West Gate.

He still clearly remembered that before he fell into a coma, he discussed countermeasures with Mo Ran and Yang Liu'er, and used the strange bronze ancient canon that Mo Ran had taken from the mirror demon to conjure thousands of sword lights at the end of the woods, making the illusion that there were thousands of righteous people attacking.

Then Mo Ran pretended to be the black-clothed bat of the cult demon of the Cold Ice Pavilion, and Yang Liu'er hid under Mo Ran's black-clothed cloak, and then played the righteous monk of the Justice League, striving to hunt down the bat king that Mo Ran pretended to be.

In this way, they were able to provoke the evil men of the Cold Ice Pavilion who were frozen outside the gate of the West City to attack the city rashly, and Mo Ran and Yang Liu'er took the opportunity to enter the Dusk City to report the news.

However, Mo Ran and Yang Liu'er successfully entered the Dusk City, but their side was instantly surrounded by dozens of cult demons.

If it weren't for the careful teachings of the master mad god in the past half a year, the current domineering and arrogant "Green Thunder Decision" has been practiced to the middle stage of the realm of interpretation, and the strange treasure "Running Thunder Sword" given to him by the master mad god is extremely powerful, although he is besieged by these dozens of cult demons, he can barely deal with them.

It's just that the half-red, half-green demon leader Blood Infant suddenly attacked from behind him, and his cultivation realm was too different from him, and he couldn't parry it in a few rounds, and was hit in the chest by the weird bell in the hand of the demon blood baby, and suddenly felt that all the internal organs, three souls and seven spirits were about to squirt out of the body.

However, when he came to his senses at this moment, he looked at the west gate again, only to find that this fierce battle between good and evil had turned into a death match, whether it was the evil warriors of the Cold Ice Pavilion who were desperately attacking the city, or the righteous monks who were struggling to defend the city, they were all fighting each other regardless of life and death, even if they were injured, as long as they could still urge the magic weapon and move their bodies, they all used the last trace of aura to attack each other.

The fiercest place in the battle was at the west gate, where the city's defense barrier was weakest.

At this moment, the demon blood baby and a strong man with a huge body and a bear-like look tended to make the magic weapon violently hit the golden light barrier of the west city gate at the same time, and the five white-bearded elders who were constantly strengthening the golden light of the city defense barrier inside the city gate were all sweating, and the token in their hands continued to scatter golden light under the urging of the five people's mantras, and injected into the golden light barrier that was almost broken, but the hands of the five elders holding the token couldn't help trembling, and they didn't know how long they could hold on.

Ling Jian struggled to stand up, and his trembling hands grabbed the faintly glowing Ben Thunder Sword beside him.

The Ben Thunder Sword seemed to have spirituality, sensed the master's mind, and instantly multiplied the light and flew into the hands of the arrows.

Suddenly, Ling Jian found that four figures flew quickly from the west gate of Dusk City, two of which he recognized, it was Mo Ran and Yang Liu'er who had just entered Dusk City, and the other two, a man and a woman, although they had never seen them, should be the Qiankun palace brothers who came and went to Dusk City with Yang Liu'er as Mo Ran said.

Ling Jian's face was happy, and he was anxious to read the sword trick in his mouth, and the white light of the Thunder Sword in his hand flashed, and he broke through the air in the direction of the West City Gate.

Along the way, Ling Arrow frequently shot out his palm, and along the way, he shot down several Ice Pavilion evil men who were fighting with the righteous path alliance.

The righteous monks who were rescued only nodded slightly to Ling Jian in thanks, and then roared angrily at the other Ice Pavilion evil monks.

When he was still a few meters away from the golden light barrier scattered by the West City Gate, Ling Arrow hovered his body and shouted at Mo Ran and Yang Liu'er, who had just broken out of the city defense barrier: "Senior Brother Mo, Senior Sister Liu'er!"

Mo Ran and Yang Liu'er looked at the voice shouting at the same time, and when they found that Ling Jian, who was willing to risk his life in order to enter Dusk City, was also surprised, waving his hand to greet Ling Jian.

But before the three of them could say anything more, they turned their heads at the same time and looked at the end of the grove outside the city.

In the sky, the sound of wolf howls was sent with the wind, and the sharp and vicious roar sounded densely from afar, which made people shudder, and the entire earth began to tremble, and the two ways of frantic fighting stopped almost at the same time, their faces were heavy, their brows were furrowed, and they looked in the direction of the roar, and they couldn't figure out whether the army that was surging madly in the sky was a Justice Alliance monk or a backup of the Cold Ice Pavilion.

The faint smell of fishiness, which can be faintly smelled in the wind, makes people can't help but be disgusted, and it is even stronger than the bloody smell of fighting outside the city for half a day at dusk.

No one knows what will happen after this catastrophe?

Suddenly, a long howl rose to the sky in the distance, like a wolf howling, like a ghost crying, sharp and piercing the air, approaching far away.

Listening to the place where the voice sounded, it seemed that it was still dozens of miles away, but the screaming sound came into the clouds, and everyone changed color for a while.

The screaming sound echoed in a curling voice, and it turned around a few times outside the city at dusk, and then it slowly lowered again, but at the moment when it was able to silence it, suddenly in the woods, all the beasts roared together, and the countless roars rose to the sky, gathering together like a mountain and a sea, until the heavens and the earth changed color, and rumbled.

A thick bloody aura enveloped the space outside the city at dusk, and the monks of the good and evil sects hovering in the air looked at the edge of the woods, their faces grim.

Without waiting for everyone to react, suddenly countless terrifying-looking demon beasts rushed out of the woods, sweeping like a storm along the way.

Seeing that this army was composed of countless strange-shaped demon beasts, the group of evil warriors in the Cold Ice Pavilion immediately let out bursts of cheers, and they were even more excited to start a bloody battle with the righteous path monks.

This army of demon beasts is the reinforcement of the evil men of the Ice Pavilion.

The people in the righteous path closest to the demon beast army sacrificed their magic weapons one after another and attacked beside the demon beasts that were advancing wildly.

But the huge torrent formed by countless beast demons didn't seem to care about the few enemies who were sneaking up on the sidelines, like a thunderous thunderbolt and a wave of rage, swept up, and those who were instantly invincible.

And the people around him who attacked and blocked it were all a feeling of helplessness, facing the black oppression, killing one or two or even a dozen beast demons was almost nothing!

In this way, the Righteous Path Monk could barely fight against the Ice Pavilion evil warriors who were frantically attacking the city, but the situation was reversed in the blink of an eye by these beasts who only knew how to kill, and the Righteous Path people were forced to gradually begin to retreat into the Dusk City.

However, the speed of these demon beasts was extremely fast, and in an instant, hundreds of demon beasts rushed to the gate of the West City, and there were more demon beasts rushing behind them, and the righteous monks blocked the demon beasts in the front one after another, and for a while, in the magic weapon flying in the sky, flesh and blood flew sideways, and the screams and howls were endless.

The tide of darkness surged madly one after another, and in front of this ferocious-looking demon beast, all the people in the righteous path spread out every few meters, half of them stood on the ground, half of them were suspended in the air, and each magic weapon scattered colorful light, and countless colorful and gorgeous lights set up a colorful cold city wall in front of the crowd, blooming with cold and cold light, forming a large network of people, and forming a defensive wall of light outside the golden light of the city defense barrier.

The demon beast seemed to have no idea of pain and fear, like a great tide coming, it slammed into it with flesh and blood in front of a wall of light almost several miles wide, and in a moment, the cold light trembled, and the strange light flashed, and the terrifying sound swept over the top of the sky like dense rain in an instant, piercing into the deep heart.

The hundreds of demon beasts in front of them were instantly twisted into broken flesh and blood by the cold light, and the thick blood swept past the ears like a "woo" sound of the wind, and the blood rain in the sky exploded and then slowly fell, little by little, it fell on the faces and hands of the people in the righteous path, which made people want to vomit!

Seeing that the hundreds of demon beasts rushing to the front were all slashed into pieces by the wall of light, the countless demon beasts in the back roared in the sky, rushing even more frantically.

Suddenly, a terrifying crisp flute sound came from the sky at the end of the woods outside the city, and the countless wild demon beasts seemed to obey the command of the flute, and they all stopped in an instant, and none of them dared to rush forward again, and even the roar became smaller.

The entire Ice Pavilion Evil Priest and Righteous Path Monk stopped at the same time again, looking in the direction where the flute was coming from.

I saw three figures flying quickly towards Dusk City from the distant sky, and in the blink of an eye, they had already reached the sky above the demon beast army.

The three of them were dressed differently, and they did not bear the slightest resemblance to the costumes of the Ice Pavilion.

Almost all of the righteous monks looked at the three of them nervously, only Mo Ran narrowed his eyes, and a faint trace of fear and anger flashed in his eyes.

Of the three, he recognized two of them.

The person at the head, Mo Ran, had never seen it, it was a young man, about twenty years old, wearing a light blue shirt, with beautiful eyebrows, but his face was a little pale for some reason, and he was holding a jasper piccolo in his hand, and the sound of the flute just now was mostly from his mouth.

Behind him was a young man dressed in bright silk clothes, with black hair scattered over his shoulders, his hands slender and white, and his face was even more handsome, almost a little bewitching, and there was a faint hint of evil, looking at Mo Ran with a smile.

This person is the silk boy who held the "Ancient God Scroll" that disappeared for thousands of years on the Death Sacrifice Mountain half a year ago, but I heard the mad god say, he seems to be called "Mu Bai", and he has been lurking under the mad god to do things before, when the mad god on the death sacrifice mountain opened the undead ancient array, this young man named Mu Bai raided the two masters of the mad god and the blood baby, and then caused the Eight Desolation Fire Dragon to be angry and left alone, but I don't know what happened to him in the past half a year, he actually became the backup of the Cold Ice Pavilion where the blood baby who was sneak attacked by him.

And the last person is an old man, with a childish face, kind eyebrows, and kind eyes, dressed in a green robe and boots, standing on his back, with one hand in front, lightly holding a blue dagger.

It was the "Prince of the Northern Dynasty" who appeared in Polar Night Town not long ago and was stopped by the mad god's anger!

Mo Ran's eyes were fixed on the crown prince of the Northern Dynasty, but when he saw the sleeves behind the prince of the Northern Dynasty again, tears gradually appeared in his eyes, and then turned into countless angers.

I haven't seen it for a day, and the sleeves of the crown prince of the Northern Dynasty behind him are empty, and the sleeves flutter in the wind, obviously with a broken arm.

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