Chapter 259 A short truce, intending to be promoted
In a secret realm, the space was broken, and several people faced off against a figure in black robes.
"Xue Che, this Taihua Spiritual Monument is not something you can touch. Get out of here quickly!"
Chen Ronlan shouted angrily.
Xue Che just sneered and looked up at the people opposite.
It was Taoist Lin Yun, Fairy Yihua and Xie Yuanping. However, unlike Chen Ronlan, the three of them were in a miserable state.
Especially Xie Yuanping and Yihua Fairy, because their cultivation levels are lower, they cannot take advantage of this fight. They cannot confront Xue Che head-on and can only contain them from the outside.
Among them, Yihua Fairy was the most unlucky. This female god was a simple spiritual monk, and was extremely suppressed.
Unlike Xie Yuanping, who has made great achievements in body training, every attack will be a severe test for him.
Sweat dripped from his forehead, and the blood from the corner of his mouth had wet his clothes. His whole body was in extreme fatigue.
"Fellow Yihua, can you still persist?"
The inquirer is none other than Taoist Lin Yun invited by Yu Mao. It's much easier to get up than these two people.
So far in the fight, only the robe on his body is torn and his expression is tired, but there are no other injuries.
At the level of becoming a god, if one is not completely suppressed by the enemy, it is difficult for him to suffer serious injuries in a fight.
This realm is already the heaven of the human world, and every move has great power, enough to shake the fragile space of the human world.
Therefore, it was extremely difficult to kill him, not to mention that there were three other god-transformation monks who would attack with him. Under the restraint, Taoist Lin Yun was relatively relaxed.
Yihua smiled bitterly:
"I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on any longer. This demon will probably have to be handed over to three fellow Taoists."
Everyone focused their attention on Regarding Chen Ronglan, who among the people present was the most relaxed, it must be this monk who descended from the world.
"Do you have a way to deal with this demon, Fellow Daoist Chen?"
The latter secretly shook his head:
"This demon is a clone of the Mahayana, not an ordinary demon. It has deep magic power and possesses rare treasures. I don't have any good solution, it's just a delaying tactic."< br>
Looking at the churning space of the spiritual monument, Chen Ronlan knew that it would be useless to continue fighting like this.
It would be terrible if the secret space here was shattered and the spiritual monument floated away with the turbulent flow of the void.
Glanced at Taoist Lin Yun:
"I have a magical method in my hand, but I need the help of fellow Taoist Lin Yun. This method is enough to control this demon for at least a hundred days, in exchange for the opportunity to ask for help from the upper world again."
Taoist Lin Yun was stunned and thought. Doubts went unanswered.
Chen Ronglan saw this and explained:
“Don’t think too much, fellow Taoist, this method requires you and me to jointly cast the spell, and it is not just about pushing fellow Taoist into a pit of fire.
“And within this technique, I am the main force, facing this person’s impact...”
After some explanation, Taoist Lin Yun finally nodded and sent a few words to Xie Yuanping and the other two, who then slowly retreated as if they were relieved.
Xue Che's suspicion gradually arose. He saw the female cultivator sealing her hands repeatedly, and an illusory cloud suddenly rose from the Taihua Spiritual Monument not far away.
"Not good..."
Demon Eye Battlefield,
Wei Zhong slowly crushed the god-transforming demon into pieces, completely shattering the bones, armor, flesh, and even soul. After picking up two small black balls, he brushed his sleeves.
Thunder, lightning and flames raged in this space, leaving no trace of the demon's body behind.
“This demon knows my cross-border methods. If he goes back with his memory, he might be able to find out Bai He’s information from the demon’s past records.
“This matter was I am concerned about my safety, but I cannot be careless. "
After carefully checking and confirming that the demon was dead, Wei Zhong was relieved.
"[The Way of Time] can still last for a while, then..."
Turning his gaze to the outside battlefield, Wei Zhong pointed his fingertips, and several fifth-level thunderballs flew towards each battlefield.
Miaoli Shan looked at the demons in front of him, feeling despair in his heart. Due to the gap in cultivation, many of his comrades were seriously injured and withdrew from the battlefield during the battle, and some even died directly at the hands of the demons.
Miaolishan's own magic weapon barrier was also torn apart, and the pipe magic weapon cast by Wei Zhong himself was also half-destroyed.
At this moment, only Miaolishan and Tao Ming were barely able to stand. The other monks retreated behind them, and everyone was injured.
Tao Ming also felt uncomfortable. In order to resist this demon, he had resorted to many late-level fourth-level methods, but due to the gap in cultivation, the effect was not obvious.
There was only a small gap between the late fourth level and the middle stage of Nascent Soul, but it made him deeply understand the gap in strength.
"Please also ask fellow Taoist Miao to keep a check on you. I also have a fifth-level talisman obtained from Senior Hongxu in my hand. Once it is sacrificed, if it hits, I will definitely kill this demon!"
Now that the matter has come to this, Tao Ming no longer holds back and plans to use his own means to suppress the situation.
Hearing that he had a fifth-level talisman with him, the other monks looked excited.
But when he looked at the broken magic weapon in his hand, he felt helpless.
"Fellow Taoist, please do what you do, but this demon is coming down to contain it."
Miaoli Shan threw the pipe in his hand, and it exploded in mid-air. Endless white smoke spread out from it, spreading all over the place. It filled the nearby battlefield and included the demon clan.
Working together with several people, they stepped into the white smoke and used all the spells in their hands, making it impossible for the demon to escape from the white smoke.
Tao Ming concentrated and took out an ice blue talisman. The slightest trace of reluctance in his eyes turned into determination in an instant.
When spiritual power was injected into the talisman, there was a sudden explosion in the sky.
Looking back, he saw a silver thunderball flying towards him at a rapid speed. It seemed to have passed through the boundary of space. In the blink of an eye, it crossed several miles and fell directly into the white smoke cloud.
Then there was an unwilling cry of pain.
When the white smoke dissipated, only Miaoli Shan and others were at a loss. Where was the demon figure?
While stunned, Zhu Xiu looked up and found several silver thunder balls flying out of the thunder barrier in the distance, pointing directly at each Nascent Soul battlefield.
In just a few breaths, several Nascent Soul demons had died under the shroud of thunder and lightning.
"This..."
In the barrier,
Wei Zhong stopped his hand and murmured:
"Three late-stage demons, five mid-stage demons. Almost the same." Now, it would be disrespectful to steal other people's merits. Now that the crisis is over, I should keep a low profile."
The thunder and lightning barrier dissipated, and a haggard Wei Zhong appeared on the spot.
All his black hair turned into silver threads, and his face showed unstoppable fatigue.
What is even more terrifying is that Wei Zhong's body has become extremely thin, and the traces of bones underneath are visible on the exposed skin, as if all his flesh and blood were lost in the explosion.
“Fellow Daoist Wei!”
Seeing Wei Zhong in such a state, everyone exclaimed.
Several nearby demons even risked their lives to resist the opponent's attack, charging straight at him, hoping to kill Wei Zhong on the spot.
Two sections of bamboo exploded, and golden light shone down from the magic circle on the horizon, forcing back the invading demons.
Ling Ziwei appeared here, grabbed Wei Zhong's arm and broke out to the outside of the battlefield.
When he was sitting in the fifth-level magic circle, he focused his attention on Wei Zhong.
When Wei Zhong was fighting with the fifth-level demons in a barrier, it could be said that his heart was in his throat.
After finally winning, he appeared again, but he already looked like this withered. Touching the arm with bulging bones, I felt sad in my heart.
Seeing this, Wei Zhong comforted him: "Don't worry, but the secret technique will backfire, and it will be fine after a while."
How did the latter know that Wei Zhong just gave up a little of his life, and would not cause any problems at all? In such a miserable state, everything at this moment is just a disguise by Wei Zhong to cover his eyes.
On the other hand, Ling Ziwei took it seriously:
"My husband does not need to say anything. I will take my husband away from the battlefield here and have a good rest. This great achievement will make even the senior Transformation God I don’t have any opinions.”
The left arm was waved continuously, as if one short passage after another was opened in the formation. The two of them avoided the battlefields and finally walked outside the formation.
"Ziwei, you are really becoming more and more proficient in this formation!"
"It's just relying on foreign objects, and it can't compare to the power of my husband."
Two While people were talking, Bu Wenzhi also rushed over, raised his hands and said:
"Thanks to fellow Taoist Wei, the victory on the battlefield here has been determined. I have prepared a spiritual place for fellow Taoist, and I also ask fellow Taoist to go and have a good rest." ”
...
Just as he said, Wei Zhong used some small tricks to kill several late-level fourth-level demons who were powerful in the battlefield, tilting the balance of victory on the battlefield to the side of the human race.
The crowd is enough to divide more people, and several people join forces to deal with the other demons.
Not only that, the situation in the Demon Suppression Tower has also changed.
When Wei Zhong destroyed the fifth-level demon clone, the demon in the tower also had a sense.
The bone armor around his body trembled for a moment, and Bai Heng's blow easily penetrated his bone armor defense and penetrated into his body.
Seeing the pain on his face, he immediately knew that something was different on the outside battlefield. I was afraid that the demon arm clone had been destroyed by others.
He quickly controlled the sword in his hand and attacked again.
The demon on the opposite side flicked his bone armor and formed a bone shield in front of him. The fifth-level sword collided with it. There was only a sonorous collision without any achievement.
Seeing this, Bai Heng also understood that the other party had already reacted and he had lost the best opportunity to attack.
The fifth-level demon fighting with Red Beard on the other side slowly retreated, and the two demons retreated to the entrance of the passage together, seemingly intending to retreat.
Sure enough, within a few seconds, many demons were surging outside the Demon Suppression Tower, retreating into the tower and heading towards the Demon Eye Passage.
The two fifth-level demons looked at each other and then retreated into the passage.
The Hongxu duo breathed a sigh of relief and were about to turn their heads when they suddenly sensed three more strange demonic auras rising from inside the passage.
“Three more!”
The two of them were so frightened that they had no choice but to sit inside the Demon Suppression Tower to guard against a sudden attack by the demons.
At the same time, a message was sent to the outside world to prepare everyone for the war to start again.
In the formation on the outside of the passage, the cultivators finished preparing the beginning and end of the battle, and then retreated outside the formation to practice.
The late Nascent Soul monks gathered together to discuss the Red Beard Order.
"It's a pity that Taoist friend Wei Zhong is not here, otherwise we can refer to his opinions. With his connections, we might be able to invite another god to help..."
After hearing this, Shan Ji secretly shook his head in his heart:
“We still don’t place our hopes on Fellow Daoist Wei Zhong. The other party has made great contributions in this battle and also paid a heavy price. Can he participate in the war next? They are still talking about it.
“For the rest of the war, I have to wait for detailed considerations and make preparations. "
Turn around and look at a man with a spiritual feather on his head:
"I wonder if fellow Taoists from Tianshan Goshawk can have more help? The magic eye passage here is of great importance...
"In addition, fellow Taoist Jie, is there any chance to invite other forces from the Polar Star Sea?"
The monks present discussed the matter intensively and finally finalized the response plan.
At the end of the meeting, Guanshi spoke up:
"I still have important things to do. I'm afraid I can't participate in the big battle here..."
After a while, everyone watched as he fled. Looking at Guan Shi from a distance, there is playfulness and emotion in his eyes:
"I didn't expect this person to be so timid that he could find an opportunity to transform into a god. It's really ridiculous."
The speaker was Murong Shuqing, the elder of the Qianshui Demon Sect. When he entered the late stage of Nascent Soul, he was almost at the end of his lifespan. The small amount of lifespan brought by the improvement of his small realm allowed him to survive, but he was unable to see the wonders of spiritual transformation.
He was even more jealous and disdainful of monks like Guan Shi who flinched during the battle.
“Alas, who can say clearly about this fate?”
Everyone sighed with emotion, and then dispersed.
In the following days, Wei Zhong retreated alone, refusing visits from other cultivators in the name of recovering from his injuries.
Eating the elixir and watching his cultivation improve step by step, and getting closer and closer to the peak of Nascent Soul, Wei Zhong became more and more satisfied.
In the blink of an eye, the month passed, and a new team came to the Demon Eye Passage to rush for reinforcements. Along with them were the two god-transformation monks, Yu Mao and Xie Yuanping.
Hearing that Wei Zhong had activated a secret technique in the last battle and was seriously injured, Xie Yuanping hurriedly went to check.
But Wei Zhong was seen sitting leisurely in the cave. Ling Ziwei was pouring spiritual tea for him, and he didn't look seriously injured at all.
"You kid..."
Wei Zhong asked Xie Yuanping to sit down with him and pushed a cup of spiritual tea in front of him.
The latter drank it all in one gulp, but hurriedly asked about the Yu Lei Sect's assessment.
“I spent a lot of energy, but I couldn’t get through a slightly larger fifth-level thunder pill, which is equivalent to the effect of three fifth-level dragon cave pills at most. It’s a big loss...”< br>
“The junior has gained a lot in the secret place...but I was not so lucky when I left the secret place. After leaving the passage, I was in the far sea. It was not easy to find a spiritual place where monks could survive. Dao, but he met Mi Tian, and the seniors must already know what happened next.
"Now that senior has escaped, I wonder what happened to Mi Tian?"
The latter shook his head:
"Fellow Daoist Lin Yun and Daoyou Chen are still in a stalemate with them. We are not strong enough and are forced to leave. The secret place of the spiritual monument
“Do those two seniors have the means to kill this demon? ”
Sigh:
"No, Fellow Daoist Chen seems to have pinned his hopes on the upper realm."
Wei Zhong shook his head secretly in his heart:
'I will have to take action after all. ’
Said loudly:
“There is one more thing I need to ask of Senior Xie...”
After hearing this, the latter was confused in his eyes.
Wei Zhong explained:
“After the secret assessment and this battle, this junior has glimpsed a chance to become a god.”
Xie Yuanping stood up in shock and knocked over Drinking tea on the table:
“Are you serious about this?”
Wei Zhong thought of Guan Shi who had fled back to the Western Desert and the lucky lotus that was fostered in Fuyun Temple, and nodded heavily.
"Senior, please keep this matter secret. Also..."
Wei Zhong turned his head and looked at Ling Ziwei who was at a loss.
(End of this chapter)