"Hold on, our reinforcements are already on the way and may arrive at any time!"
In front of the splendid hall of Chixiaotang, a middle-aged man in his forties was waving a long sword to boost morale.
The surrounding Chixiaotang disciples are working hard to maintain the mountain-protecting formation.
If middle-aged people boost morale, the effect is not particularly good.
Because everyone can see the densely packed ant-like Nether Spirit Clan monks outside the sect’s formation.
The cultivation level of these monks from the Nether Spirit Clan is not very high. Even the weakest disciple of Chixiaotang can beat several of them one by one.
But the problem now is that the number of these Netherworld monks is dozens of times theirs, and may even exceed a hundred times.
In addition, the leaders of the four gods in the stage of transformation attack the mountain-protecting formation from time to time.
They beat their mountain-protecting formation to the point of collapse.
Many monks from the Nether Spirit Tribe were swallowed up by the counterattack of the mountain guarding formation.
But as if they didn't care about the casualties at all, they still charged hard at the mountain guarding formation, as if they wanted to use their own lives to forcefully break through the mountain guarding formation.
All the disciples of Chixiao Hall understand that once the mountain guarding formation is breached, they will definitely die.
There are only two masters in the Divine Transformation Stage in Chixiaotang. One is the leader who is currently directing the battle, and the other is the leader's father.
Even if the two of them attack at the same time, they will have no power to fight back.
As for reinforcements...
Reinforcements will arrive soon. The leader has said this no less than ten times. At the beginning, they still had some hope.
The more you listen, the more numb you become.
Zhao Shan, the leader of Chixiaotang, worked hard to maintain the dignity that a leader should have.
He also understood the current situation. Once he showed fear or worry, the morale of his disciples would immediately collapse.
When the time comes, no one in Chixiaotang will be able to survive.
So no matter what, he had to grit his teeth and persevere.
Even if there is still one last breath left, we must delay it as long as possible.
As for whether there are reinforcements and when they will arrive, they no longer care.
"Damn the Netherworld Tribe!" Zhao Shan gritted his teeth, the handle of the knife creaking loudly.
There were two "dong-dong" sounds, and the sound of a cane hitting the ground was heard.
"There are so many people watching, please stay calm and don't lose our Chixiaotang people."
"Dad? Why are you here?" Zhao Shan was shocked when he saw the person coming. ”
"Nonsense, don't even look at how long it's been? If Chixiaotang is gone, I don't plan to live anymore. Before I die, I will have a few more guys from the Netherworld tribe to back me up."
Outside the mountain gate, the four incarnation masters of the Nether Spirit Clan were a little agitated when they saw that they could not attack for a long time.
"These damn humans know how to hide in that turtle shell and never come out."
"Let those losers work harder. If they can't break through a mere mountain-protecting formation for so long, what's the use of them?"
"You can't say that. I know something about Chixiaotang. This sect is quite wealthy because it is located at a transportation hub. Because of this, they spend a lot of money on mountain protection formations, which is definitely better than ordinary sects. The mountain guard formation is even more difficult to break.”
"Actually, it's not impossible to break through this turtle shell earlier. As long as a few of us take action..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by three other people: "Shut up!"
"Our strength must be left to deal with those human masters."
"It's just a mountain-protecting formation, there's no need for us to waste too much energy."
"Human reinforcements may arrive at any time, so be careful."
Although the three masters in the transformation stage did not take action.
However, under their urging, the attacks of those ordinary monks became more and more fierce.
Although they invested a lot of financial resources in Chixiaotang’s mountain-protecting formation.
But the spiritual veins at the sect's headquarters are not particularly good ones.
The mountain-protecting formation was still holding on, but in order to maintain the formation and excessively extract the power of the spiritual veins, the spiritual vein leader finally couldn't hold on anymore.
I saw the mountain-protecting formation flickering a few times and then instantly shattering.
"Not good!" Zhao Shan turned pale with shock and flew out, slashing Huashan with a single move of the back-earth sword in his hand.
The person was in mid-air, and in the blink of an eye, a huge earth knife with a height of more than 100 meters was formed, and it smashed down on the head like a hill.
A dozen or so monks from the Nether Spirit Tribe, who discovered that the Chixiaotang Mountain Guard Formation had collapsed and wanted to rush in and kill people, were directly smashed into powder by this knife.
Zhao Shan crossed the sword and swept it again.
As soon as the blade passes by, all the monks from the Nether Spirit Clan will immediately turn into a ray of light and disappear.
With just one strike, almost a hundred monks from the Nether Spirit Clan died on the spot.
The blade passed by the door of Chixiaotang. The door, which looked very noble at first glance, was directly flattened by Zhao Shan's blade.
The disciples of Chixiaotang rushed out to take action when they saw their leader. They had a very tacit understanding and covered each other's retreat.
Soon, they retreated to the range of the second sect formation.
The second mountain-protecting formation was even more difficult to deal with than the first formation because of its smaller range.
When those masters of transformation saw Zhao Shan rushing out, they immediately rushed over to bully the minority and kill Zhao Shan directly.
Unfortunately, Zhao Shan seemed to have seen through their actions a long time ago, and forced several people back with a few swords.
He immediately turned around and fled back to the sect's mountain-protecting formation.
When those masters of transforming gods caught up, not even Zhao Shan's shadow could be seen.
"Despicable humans, do you have no other means besides hiding?"
"If you are still considered monks, come out and fight us head-on."
"Don't worry, we promise to fight you one-on-one and we will never bully you because of the number of people."
Although Zhao Shan looks old, for a monk, he is actually relatively young at his age.
I couldn't bear this kind of stimulation, so I immediately gritted my teeth and agreed: "Okay..."
But before he could finish his words, he felt a sharp pain coming from his feet.
Mr. Zhao put away his crutch and said coldly: "Are you awake? How could you fall for such a childish provocation? How could I have given birth to a fool like you?"
Seeing that their success fell short, the four Nether Spirit Clan monks could only continue to force the ordinary Nether Spirit Clan and continue to attack the mountain guarding formation.
The attack lasted from daybreak until the Golden Crow hung high in the sky.
The Mingling clan has a large number of people, and since they are all monks, the impact of the night on them is not particularly great. Therefore, these guys simply attacked without stopping, without giving the people of Chixiaotang any chance to rest.
If their men were tired or exhausted, they would simply retreat to rest and replace them with fresh troops to continue the attack.
The disciples of Chixiaotang could only persist with all their might.
A Chixiao Hall disciple spurted out blood and fell softly, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
The people next to him didn't even bother to check his injuries. Because as long as there is a slack, it may turn into a disaster.
The old man of the Zhao family, with a lot of gray hair and beard, knocked his crutch on the ground twice and disappeared, appearing next to the disciple who fell to the ground.
She bent down to check him, and she seemed to be talking to herself, but her voice was loud enough that everyone around her could hear her clearly.
"I was shocked, old man. I thought it was really not going to work. It turned out that it was just excessive consumption of spiritual energy. Take some elixirs to replenish spiritual energy and sleep and you'll be fine."
After finishing dealing with this disciple, Old Man Zhao carried him with his cane and returned to Zhao Shan. Find a flat place to put this disciple down.
Zhao Shan held a long knife and sat there motionless with an expressionless face. When he saw his father coming back, he quietly sent a message with concern: "How are you doing? There's nothing wrong with you, right?"
"This kid is relatively lucky, and he did not suffer any serious injuries. But it's hard to say who will be next, or who will be next." Mr. Zhao said with a serious face.
In a battle of this scale, once there is attrition, more and more people will be injured immediately.
Just as Mr. Zhao expected, under the high-intensity attack of the Netherworld monks, the injured appeared one after another.
Moreover, the injuries of these people became more and more serious. When the fighting continued until about midnight, a disciple of Chixiaotang even died on the spot.
Zhao Shan picked up the thick soil sword and stood up to face the four god-transformation monks from the Nether Spirit Tribe.
"It's just death in battle, there's nothing to be afraid of."
What he is most fortunate about now is that because news came from several sects that were attacked by the Ming Ling Clan, Zhao Shan sent all the family members of Chixiaotang to a safe place in advance out of caution.
Now, they can at least fight each other to the death without any worries.
Before the mountain-protecting formation was completely breached, Zhao Shan was preparing his strongest attack.
Mr. Zhao let out a long sigh and locked his eyes on a master from the Nether Spirit Tribe, ready to fight to the death at any time.
The masters of the Nether Spirit Tribe saw what they were thinking.
Instead of being afraid, these people sneered: "These humans are really easy to guess. At this time, they will always have only one approach."
"They are really naive enough to think that this can threaten the lives of our brothers."
"Don't say that, no matter what, we should leave them some hope, right?"
Several monks from the Nether Spirit Clan laughed wildly.
But what they didn't know was that just a thousand meters away from them, three people were quickly approaching them.
Feng Xia held a lotus flower the size of an umbrella cap. The pollen sprayed out from the lotus blocked all detection by spiritual consciousness and magic.
Even if the distance wasn't very close, you wouldn't be able to see the three living people behind the lotus.
Lin Junrong said worriedly: "Elder Zheng, we have to take action early. I don't think Chixiaotang's mountain protection formation can last for too long."
Zheng Yi asked instead: "Elder Lin estimates how long they can survive."
Lin Junrong took a closer look at the state of the Chixiaotang Mountain Protection Formation: "At most, I'm afraid it can only last for a cup of tea."
Zheng Yi thought about it secretly for a while and said: "There is half a cup of tea left, let's take action. I will kill one first, and then restrain the other. The four of you attack two people at the same time, just do your best, use the fastest speed in the shortest time." Kill them within the time ”
Even Lin Junzhong and Feng Xia believed in Zheng Yi.
But when he heard Zheng Yi's plan, he was still shocked and dumbfounded, looking at Zheng Yi with an expression like a lunatic.
That look seemed to be asking Zheng Yi: "Are you sure you're not joking?"
Zheng Yi's strength is indeed very strong. Although he is only in the Golden Core stage, he may not be incapable of fighting when he encounters the God Transformation stage.
But a golden elixir stage monk told them with great confidence that he could instantly kill a god transformation stage monk at the beginning of the war. Isn't this a bit of a fantasy?
Seeing that the two of them did not believe him, Zheng Yi showed off a small flying sword: "This flying sword can release a sword energy attack that is about 30% of the power of a master in the enlightenment stage."
Just this one sentence is more effective than any thousand words.
That was an attack from the Enlightenment Stage, and a monk in the Divine Transformation Stage couldn't even stop it with his life.
"If the operation does not go smoothly, we will contain a master of transformation and wait for the support of the Zhao family and his son."
"If they don't take action and instead choose to sit back and watch the fight, then we will leave immediately. There is no need to get injured or even sacrificed for such people."
"Understood." Lin Junrong and Feng Xia nodded at the same time.
Chixiaotang's attack continues.
Their second formation was already appearing and disappearing. Even if the disciples of the sect tried their best to hold on, they saw that they could not hold on for much longer.
Those masters in the God Transformation stage also began to prepare to defend themselves against the sneak attacks of the Zhao family and his son.
Despite the arrogance of their words, it seemed that they didn't take the Zhao family and his son to heart at all. In fact, these people attach great importance to this battle.
Seeing that Chixiaotang's mountain-protecting formation was about to be breached, at this moment, the four masters of the Nether Spirit Tribe suddenly felt that they were locked by a fierce qi machine.
"Enemy attack!"
Their reaction was extremely quick, and they immediately locked onto the direction from which Zheng Yi and others were attacking.
When they discovered that there was actually a golden elixir stage monk who came to attack them.
The nervous vigilance immediately turned into boundless anger.
"Damn humans, are you looking down on us?"
"They shouldn't think that their cultivation in the Golden Core stage can compete with our masters in the God Transformation stage, right?"
“Don’t overestimate your own capabilities.”
Little did they know that just when they were despising Zheng Yi, Zheng Yi had quietly taken out a small flying sword.
Calculating the distance between the two sides, Zheng Yi slowly injected spiritual energy into the small sword.
Just when both sides had entered the optimal attack distance, Zheng Yi suddenly raised his small flying sword and aimed it at the one with the strongest cultivation among the four Netherworld monks.
"Look at my sword energy!"
boom!
The invincible sword energy of the master in the enlightenment stage suddenly spurted out.
The strongest Nether Spirit Tribe monk, before he even realized what happened, half of his body was shattered by the sword energy and he fell softly.
The entire battlefield was shaken.
A master in the divine transformation stage, and among the Ming Ling clan, he has the strongest combat power present.
Just a face-to-face meeting and you were killed instantly? (End of chapter)