The demons did not attack for the time being, those intact monks successfully evacuated, Wu Xianyun led a group of Wumen monks to rest in the ancient formation on the side, and Mi Long led nearly 5,000 remnants of the army to defeat in another ancient formation.

The night passed, and before dawn, there was a rustling sound in the woods.

Wu Xianyun suddenly stood up from the ground: "Get ready, the demon clan is here." ”

The voice was not small, and the two formations could hear each other's voices, and the monks on Milong's side, whether they were disabled or extremely low in cultivation, all stood up.

The tunnels extend in all directions, and there are countless small formations hidden within the two formations, which can only hide a few people, but they can bring unexpected blows to the enemy.

After dispersing, the large array seemed a little empty.

Seventy or eighty monks surrounded Mi Long, guarding the large array, and similarly, more than a hundred monks guarded the formation on the other side.

"Ahh

This is just a tentative attack of the demons, and the demons who come are all demons with very low cultivation, and these demons are all demon beast types.

After all, the Soul Dementor Demon Emperor is all human demons, and they are transformed into demons because of certain things, or because they are infected by demonic qi and practice demon exercises. They were originally humans, humans like human monks.

But the last time the Bull Demon King rebelled against humans and was driven into the demon world, these demons who have undergone transformation are no longer simply demons who practice demon exercises, they have become real demons, a kind of demon that is beyond the human race.

A few inconspicuous dead branches dragged a demon into the soil, and after a while, the dead branches grew green shoots.

A demon was looking around with squinting small eyes, and suddenly felt his scalp tighten, and his body had been completely pierced by the leaves that had fallen from his head.

From the top of his head to his crotch, there was a wound the size of a leaf, and the leaf broke through his hard skull, shattered his heart, and drilled out from under his crotch.

"Retreat, retreat!" beckoned each other to retreat, and they also knew that they would not be able to get any benefit for the time being, so they left very familiarly.

When the short peace came, Wu Xianyun breathed a sigh of relief, and sat on the ground regardless of the image, the plump body of his chest trembled, of course, at this moment, no one still had the heart to pay attention to these beautiful scenes.

Mi Long sat on the ground, breathed a long sigh of relief, and said after a while: "If the master of the Witch Sect is not leaving, do you really want to live and die with Nan Chu?"

Wu Xianyun said: "Nanchu is my home, the place where I have lived since I was a child, I can't allow my homeland to be occupied by a group of barbaric demons. ”

Mi Long said: "But our side has now shown a decline and is irreversible. ”

Wu Xianyun said firmly: "Then do the trapped beast fight, even if I fight to the last soldier, I will not hesitate to do it." Anyway, like Your Majesty, I'm just a loner. ”

Mi Long smiled: "Yes, you and I are the same, but we are just alone. It's just that you don't want to leave some incense for Wumen?"

Wu Xianyun said lightly: "Whether I want to admit it or not, the Witch Sect inherited by Wu Qiutian is much stronger than my titular Witch Sect. It is enough to have his legacy. ”

Speaking of Wu Qiutian, Mi Long was silent.

The reason why those worshippers killed the people who broke the sky back then was that there were no people from the witch sect who did not interfere with them.

After a long time, he said: "Have you ever regretted driving Wu Qiutian out of the Witch Gate back then?"

Wu Xianyun pondered for a while and sighed: "What happened back then, in the present, is just a vain fishing for the moon, and it is useless to say. ”

"Anyway, they're all dying people, so it's nothing to talk about what is in your heart!" Mi Long said in a very relaxed tone.

Wu Xianyun said: "There is some truth in saying it, if you really want to say regret, I do regret it, not that I regret driving Wu Qiutian out, but I regret letting Ling'er get close to Wu Qiutian." At that time, I didn't expect Ling'er to really like the stinky boy who was bullied since he was a child, but unfortunately, people are not as good as heaven, and that kid can be regarded as extraordinary, which makes Ling'er die. In the end, it was Ling'er's life that was cut off. ”

Mi Long said: "I don't understand, why is the hall master of your dignified Wumen Immortal Hall listening to the orders of the God Emperor Valley?"

Wu Xianyun was secretive about this question: "I'm sorry, this question involves some secrets that can't be said, please forgive me." ”

"What would you do if you were given another chance?" Mi Long deftly dodged the question.

Wu Xianyun said: "If I am given another chance, I may still drive Wu Qiutian out of the no-brainer, or it is also a good choice to kill him directly." But I will never let Ling'er get close to him, even if I know him. I have a pair of pearls in my palm, but I didn't expect them to become witches. ”

At this point, she seemed to realize something and didn't continue.

However, this sentence made Mi Long grasp the point: "A pair of pearls? Could it be that the master of the witch sect has another daughter?"

"No, it's nothing, Your Majesty still don't ask so much, although the advance team of the demon clan has touched the mold, but they will not give up so easily, their attack will come soon, Your Majesty should prepare for battle first." Wu Xianyun was unwilling to dwell on this issue any longer.

Almost she told her secret.

Mi Long stopped talking, he also heard that the other party had a lot of secrets that were not humane, other people's secrets had nothing to do with him, and now was not the time for small talk, so he simply stopped asking.

Half an hour later, the big attack of the demon clan came as scheduled, this time the Demon Emperor did not come forward, the Demon Emperor of the Soul Dementor who was injured by a group of Confucian students in Zhirutang self-explosion, returned to the Demon Emperor early to recuperate, and the rest of the things, he handed over all the things to the demon clan of more than ten demon kings under his command to do.

Not every one of the more than a dozen demon kings cultivating has the title of demon king, and some of them are henchmen of the Soul Dementor Demon Emperor.

Everyone is fighting on their own, and the Terrans can still rely on the formation to support it for the time being.

Pity those demon beasts and demons, none of them are under the command of the original Soul Demon Emperor, but they have to take the lead.

There are tens of millions of demon clans under the command of a demon king, and there are 100,000 people who have cultivated to reach the heavenly level, but when dealing with Nanchu, it doesn't matter if the bird-shaped demon king himself dies, and the people under him also die.

The demon kings shouted and shouted, sending the remaining demon beasts and demons to death to weaken the power of the formation, while they moved behind their backs with their henchmen.

The forest was surprisingly quiet, there was no shouting of killing, no screams, as if the vocal cords of all the Terrans and demons had been cut off.

Life dissipates in this eerie tranquility.

Finally, all the demon beasts and demons died, and the demon king soldiers under the command of the Soul Dementor Demon Emperor were divided into thirteen ways to attack the formation.

The power of the ancient formations has been weakened a lot by the years, and the cultivation of the people who control the formations is not as good as that of the ancient humans, and one small formation after another has been broken.

The Terran monks in the formation also did not let out a miserable howl, and there was only a burst of crackling sound in the forest.

Boom, the earth shook, and the monks chose the most tragic way of death - like the Confucian scholars who wanted to leave their names in history.

This attack method did cause a lot of losses to the demons, and the battle lasted for three days, and more than 100,000 people had been killed on the demon side.

These dead monks, the lowest cultivation level has a heavenly level cultivation.

And the situation on the Terran side is not very good, they choose to kill a thousand enemies and lose eight hundred, after the self-explosion of the monk not only can not be preserved in the body, even the soul will collapse.

Watching the people around him decrease one by one, watching those young and stubborn faces fade in color little by little, watching those crazy and determined old men turn into short-lived fireworks in the forest like moths to a fire, Mi Long couldn't hold back any longer, and two lines of hot tears gushed out.

The Longquan sword on his waist was made by an ancient swordsman, and the invincible Longquan was a good spiritual treasure in the cultivation world, and it was known as a divine soldier in the mortal world.

Mi Long gently pulled out, Long Quan, and said to the dozens of monks around him who were about to leave the battle: "Brothers, let's fight! I will use my blood to practice for you." ”

Everyone could see that the emperor wanted to draw his sword and kill himself, but no one looked back, and everyone's throat and eyes were like a ball of cotton, which was very uncomfortable.

They are fierce and ruthless, and the weapons in their hands are not of the highest quality, but they exert extraordinary power. The demons are also afraid of death, and in the face of dozens of Terran monks who are not afraid of death at all, the demons rarely retreated.

Fighting with crazy people, no matter how high you cultivate, you will pay a certain price, because you will not meet a madman, but a group of madmen.

There were less than twenty people left under Wu Xianyun's command, and most of the attacks were actually carried down by the people of the Wu Sect. There were only two of them left in the two formations, one was Mi Long, and the other was Wu Xianyun.

Mi Long wants to draw his sword and kill himself, Wu Xianyun will not, she is at least a monk, even if she dies, she will not choose Mi Long's way of death.

She was surrounded by countless swords, all of which she had condensed with her witch breath. Princess Xuelan went to the front line, and was scratched by a demon clan, and her heart was squeezed out and swallowed in one gulp.

The stump and severed arm fell like rain again, and Mi Long put the long sword across his neck, and once again looked up at the sky of Nanchu, with a slight force.

The long sword cut the artery, and the trachea was also severed, and he exhaled vigorously with his eyes wide, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, and his eyes gradually lost their brilliance.

As soon as Mi Long died, Wu Xianyun sensed it, she pinched out a magic trick with both hands, jumped out of the formation, and the other Wumen disciples were already dead, and the monks of Nanchu were also dead.

In the huge cloud Mengze, there is only one person left, Wu Xianyun and the demon race.

The demons surrounded her in the middle, and the Fire Demon King, the most dementored demon emperor among the demon kings, waved his hand heavily, and the demons all raised their weapons and stabbed Wu Xianyun's whole body.

At this moment, a cyan sword light fell from the sky, and after falling, it was three feet from the ground but scattered in all directions, and all the demons surrounding Wu Xianyun were all cut off their legs, if it weren't for those demons who had cultivated high and fled to the sky in time, I am afraid that the demons would have three million more legless people.