(Repair first.)

Qianli Garden.

Dozens of monks drawn from the Candle Dragon Palace and Zhongling flew from the sky, approached this place, and landed.

At this time, there is a shining passage here.

"Go in and take a look," said Gu Yuan, the leader of the Zhulong Palace Faxiu: "There is the small world that the Jianzong sent us."

With that said, Gu Yuan took the lead and stepped into it, and his figure disappeared instantly.

Seeing this, the others did not hesitate and quickly followed.

virtual world.

A huge spiritual sphere with no end visible is still spinning day by day for thousands of years.

Mixed auras were raging everywhere.

"The demon clan intended to accumulate spiritual energy through the small world, and then trigger a spiritual energy storm to hit us hard. Fortunately, the Sword Sect discovered it and disrupted their plan." Gu Yuan said loudly.

"But that's not enough. The demons have accumulated such a huge amount of spiritual energy through thousands of years of preparation. If they don't use it, why can't we repay an eye with an eye and make full use of their prepared small world to launch a spiritual energy storm to hit them hard?

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"Jian Zong is unable to cultivate the magic circle, so we entrust this task to us. We don't want to disappoint Jian Zong."

"Yes!" everyone responded in unison.

Immediately, they began to investigate the specific situation in the virtual world in detail.

Half an hour later.

"Elder Gu, we have investigated the general situation clearly..." After investigating the situation in the virtual world, an old Zhulong Temple monk with gray temples walked up to Gu Yuan and reported the specific situation.

In order for the spiritual energy storm to be activated, two conditions must be met.

One is enough and mixed spiritual energy.

Therefore, the Huanling Demon Cultivator specially opened a small world and spent thousands of years accumulating spiritual energy.

They got a big bargain here and just took over the small world directly, saving thousands of years of preparation time.

The second condition is that enough power is needed to generate the spiritual energy storm.

For this reason, the Huanling Sect has set up a large formation, specifically used to release the spiritual energy in the small world and launch the spiritual energy storm.

Under the most ideal situation, the spiritual sea tide that the demons want to cause would start from Qianli Garden. When the spiritual energy storm of Qianli Garden is about to sweep into the second point, Ice Feather Forest, the people in Ice Feather Forest will

The magic cultivator then activated the spiritual energy storm at the same time.

By analogy, these layers are stacked on top of each other, just like the multi-stage propulsion launched by a rocket. After the last seven stacks, the spiritual energy storm has become an unstoppable spiritual sea tide, possessing terrifying power and scope that cannot be stopped by human beings.

It can truly be said that the power of God is so powerful that it has dealt a fatal blow to the Zhongling monks.

Of course, this is only an ideal situation. Even the Huanling Demonic Cultivator cannot guarantee that the spiritual sea tide can be launched so smoothly.

Just like a rocket, even if it undergoes extremely rigorous calculations before launch, it will inevitably encounter various accidents during the launch process, and it is impossible for everything to go as expected.

As for the human race, they temporarily took over the small world and were unable to understand the specific situation and arrangements in depth. They also had no monks who were proficient in spiritual energy manipulation and control.

The resulting spiritual sea tide is definitely far less powerful than it should be, and there is nothing we can do about it.

However, although it is difficult to achieve as devastating a blow as the demons originally expected, it is still very promising to severely damage the demon army.

Something is better than nothing.

But the problem now is...

"Elder Ancient, we can't control such a huge spiritual energy storm to the smallest detail, and it's one thing that we can't guarantee the original power." The old monk looked embarrassed, "More importantly, we can't delay the riot of the spiritual energy storm at all.

Even at the slightest moment, as soon as the formation moves, the spiritual energy storm will erupt immediately..."

Gu Yuan's face turned cold.

It's like setting off explosives, which usually have a fuse.

The burning time of the fuse is used to give them time to react and hide in a safe area.

This is for Huanling Demon Cultivator.

For the human race who took over in a hurry, it meant that the explosive had no fuse and would explode at the first touch.

It's self-evident what this means.

Gu Yuan fell silent.

"Do you know how our sect's Taoist Master Li Xing died?" At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded.

The speaker is a middle-aged male cultivator with a square face.

That was a monk from Tianchen Fa Sect, Jiuhuan, one of the five top sects in Zhongling.

Taoist Master Li Xing who died at Longcheng Pass came from their Tianchen Fa Sect.

Jiuhuan pointed in the direction of Longcheng Pass, "They are advancing towards the demon army. They would rather die than retreat, and they will use self-destruction to severely damage the demon army."

"There is an unspoken rule in the world of cultivation, that is, you would rather die than self-destruct, because once a monk self-destructs, not only will he not exist in this world, but there will be no next life."

"In the realm of Tao Master, above the Nine Realms, how can he not understand this truth?"

.......

Li Zhou was covered in blood, and his chest was scarlet. With his heavy breathing, his hairband had fallen off at some point, and his dead hair was scattered randomly, with white snow staining it, like dandruff.

The old swordsman's stooped back was straight, and blood was flowing from his eyes, flowing over his old face.

He walked against the violent wind and snow, leaving no trace on the snow, jumped up, and slashed at the red-scaled demon that looked like a mountain peak.

The picture seems to be frozen at this moment.

The red-scaled demon with bright red scales, like an unrivaled general, frowned, took a step forward, stretched out his left arm, and slapped Li Si's sword with his palm.

Li Si's body flew out like a kite with its string cut off, but the moment he flew out, he flicked his sleeves and made two whooshing sounds, and two long swords flew out.

The edge of the sword was as clear as snow, and the other was as bright as blood. Like a dragon emerging from the sea, it brought out an arc, carried with it the whistling wind, and shot towards his eyes that were not covered by scales.

This melee sword attack turned out to be just a cover. The real killing move was the two flying swords that pierced the red-scaled demon's eyes.

The red-scaled demon raised his right hand without any expression, and flicked the two flying swords away with his fingers. With the sound of clanking, sparks flew everywhere.

After landing on the ground, Li Si slipped dozens of times before he regained his balance. He raised his head and looked up, and saw that the red-scaled demon's eyes were full of undisguised sarcasm, showing disdain for his tricks.

The next moment, the red-scaled demon took the initiative to charge forward. The rumbling sound was like an ancient ferocious beast charging, and the momentum was like thousands of horses approaching the battle. It used its palms as fists and blasted out like a sledgehammer.

Li Si jumped up and met him with his sword.

As soon as he stood up, he fell down into the thick snow.

The wind and snow have intensified, causing the snow to be several feet thick.

After Li Si was punched into the snow, his body disappeared without a trace.

The red-scaled demon smiled violently and stepped heavily on the snow, trying to crush Li Si with one foot like an ant.

Li Si kept shuttling under the snow, like a slippery loach, avoiding the footsteps of the red-scaled demon.

Snow is splashing and flying all over the sky.

Finally, the Red Scale Demon no longer planned to consume it.

He lost patience.

As a result, the scarlet scale demon's bright red scales glowed brightly, burning like flames.

Then, he stepped heavily on the ground.

Centered on the footsteps of the red-scaled demon, clusters of snowflakes exploded along the extension line, rumbling like a thunderstorm, leading to the depths of the dense forest.

If you don't show up, I'll force you to show up!

Li Si finally appeared and jumped out from somewhere in the snow.

His whole body was covered with white snowflakes, falling rustlingly.

Although Li Si seemed to be dancing on the tip of a knife before, in great danger, with his life hanging by a thread, in fact his heart was as still as water and he was extremely calm.

He has been doing one thing since the beginning of the battle.

Build momentum.

Maintain sword strength.

The so-called "nurturing power" for sword cultivators generally means raising the sword with the sheath closed.

This is the so-called ten years of sharpening a sword.

But Li Si took a different approach and learned a move to use his sword to build up his strength.

Every time a sword is drawn out, it does not emit sword energy. It is contained within the sword body, and the swords are stacked on top of each other. The more swords are drawn, the more powerful the sword energy is in the sword body, until it can no longer be maintained.

At this moment, the sword in Li Si's hand was like a wind, like a violent snow, like an evil dragon with its teeth and claws.

His body cut through the flying snow, and the sword in his hand pointed directly at the red-scaled demon.
To be continued...