As soon as the seal on Zhang Mo's hand changed, the Shui Yun Sword was directly tightened, and the winged golden-backed clouded leopard let out a terrible scream and then fainted.

Zhang Mo put away the Shui Yun Sword, and at the same time, the two-winged golden-backed clouded leopard that had fainted to the ground was put into the storage bag.

After doing all this, Zhang Mo sacrificed the Huoyun Sword again, and one after another dark red sword rays slashed out, and all the golden-backed clouded leopards within four or five zhang of his body were slashed out by these dark red sword rays.

Although the golden-backed clouded leopard is stronger than the wind wolf, but the monks of the alliance not only have magic weapons, but also various runes and spells, plus the aid of elixirs, in the end, all the golden-backed clouded leopards can only hate the city wall.

At this time, the monks of the Alliance were also lost a third, Zhang Mo looked down and saw that there was still a dense tide of spirit beasts under the city wall, and the red-haired old man was looking up at Zhang Mo, without the slightest emotion in his eyes, glowing with a strange red light.

The spirit beasts below were even more crazy, I don't know if it was because of the red-haired old man's skills, the spirit beasts behind the golden-backed clouded leopard were no longer lined up, and rushed towards the city wall, and for a while, the entire ground began to shake regularly.

Zhang Mo saw that all the monks of the Alliance showed a desperate look, he knew that it was better to say more than to do more, after swallowing a small rejuvenation pill, Zhang Mo's hand was sealed, and a tall phantom began to appear behind him.

This time, Zhang Mo didn't think about leaving a trace of spiritual power at all, so this demon god phantom also became more condensed.

The Demon God Phantom, who was about five or six feet tall, had bulging muscles on his body, and his head had two horns, looking extremely hideous, and his face was still blurred.

Under Zhang Mo's manipulation, the Demon God Phantom reached out and pinched a snapping turtle, a spirit beast known for its defensive power, this snapping turtle was the size of a roof, but after being pinched by the big hand of the Demon God Phantom, it couldn't move.

After Zhang Mo made a pinching action on his hand, the Demon God Phantom also moved, squeezing the snapping turtle in his hand hard.

Click!

The hard snapping turtle shell was actually pinched and shattered, followed by the soft snapping turtle body inside, and finally kneaded into a mixture of blood and flesh.

"I actually know how to summon the creature projection of that realm!" the red-haired old man's pupils shrank, "Could it be that this person is the spokesperson of those people in the God Realm?"

Zhang Mo patted the storage bag, poured the bottle containing the one-turn small rejuvenation pill into his hand, and finally only five one-turn small rejuvenation pills came out, according to the calculation that each one-turn small rejuvenation pill can support a quarter of an hour, Zhang Mo estimated that he could last for about an hour.

"Everyone, please hold on for another hour, and reinforcements will come!" a deep voice sounded, and Uncle Wang, who had registered his merits, appeared on the city wall and said with great vigour.

Everyone was immediately excited when they heard Uncle Wang's voice, but Zhang Mo was still a little puzzled, because the reinforcements he said before were just casually said to boost the morale of the army, in fact, he really didn't have much hope for reinforcements.

Uncle Wang leaned next to Zhang Mo and said: "Don't think that they really care about this Wuling County, to put it mildly, even if all the monks in Wuling County are in the foundation building period, they will let the beast tide swallow them without blinking." ”

"Then why did Uncle Wang say that reinforcements would come in an hour, could it?" Zhang Mo sent back with some shock, and at the same time stared at Uncle Wang's face and tried to see something on his face.

After all, Uncle Wang is an old fritter who has been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, so naturally he will not show any flaws on his face, and he quietly transmitted his voice to Zhang Modao: "Don't think about it, the time when the beast tide came this time is quite strange, as if someone is pushing behind it, so the upper part will help you in order to investigate the reason for the formation of the beast tide this time." ”

"It seems that Uncle Wang's news is quite well-informed. Zhang Mo sighed in his heart and sent a message to Wang Bodao, he had tried to contact the Alliance before, but he didn't get any reply, but such an inconspicuous figure as Uncle Wang could get such internal news, which shows a problem, Uncle Wang is not an ordinary person.

"You're doing a good job on behalf of the county, the old man just doesn't want young talents to fall here. Uncle Wang indifferently transmitted his voice to Zhang Modao.

Zhang Mo subconsciously swept Uncle Wang with his divine thoughts, and he was still at the peak of the eighteenth layer of Qi training, without the slightest abnormality.

At Uncle Wang's age, there is no hope of breaking through the foundation building period, and he can only hope for a miracle or wait for death.

Then Zhang Mo began to manipulate the Demon God Phantom to start a frantic attack on the spirit beasts on the city wall, every time he smashed his fist, he could smash several spirit beasts into meat puree, and every time he stretched out his hand, he could pinch the spirit beasts into meat paste.

Stretching out his five fingers and slapping hard, he could instantly slap more than a dozen spirit beasts into meat patties, and under such an efficient fighting speed, Zhang Mo still saw that there were spirit beasts constantly rushing up from under the city wall.

All the spirit beasts gasped for breath, and rushed forward with no regard for life or death, not caring about their bodies at all, allowing the monks of the Alliance to leave damage on them, and also to bite the monks of the Alliance out of a wound.

A monk of the Confederacy had just manipulated the magic weapon in his hand to disembowel, and the phantom cat had stretched out its claws to scratch a few bloody marks on his face before dying.

And the other monk of the alliance was even more miserable, his self-defense shield had long been blasted to pieces by the spirit beast, and even his sawtooth arrow weapon had been damaged, but he still tenaciously manipulated the sawtooth arrow to pierce the seven-inch hole of several yellow flower pythons, and just when he was about to take a breath, a multicolored python with the thickness of two fingers rushed straight to his face.

In a hurry, the monk of the alliance directly opened his mouth and bit the head of the multicolored python, and then pulled it hard, and actually tore off the head of the colorful python entirely, and the blood of the multicolored python was scattered all over the ground, and at the same time, the highly poisonous fangs of the multicolored python also pierced his lips, and the toxin quickly spread to all parts of his body.

All the Alliance monks were red-eyed, because there were too many spirit beasts, the rune paper had been consumed, and the spells were not easy to cast, and many Alliance monks used magic weapons to directly fight with spirit beasts.

The walls of the city began to become slimy because of the blood of monks and spirit beasts, and a disgusting smell of blood wafted around.

As time went by, there were more and more spirit beasts, and there were fewer and fewer monks in the Alliance, and the small rejuvenation pill in Zhang Mo's hand had all been swallowed.

"It's time to finish. The red-haired old man saw the mountains of spirit beast corpses piled up under the city wall, and said with a light sigh. I don't know if this sigh is for the fate of the remaining Alliance monks or for the dead spirit beasts?