Situ understood everything instantly.

He bowed solemnly to their backs.

Other than that, there is nothing to say.

Before their Zhongling cultivator owed the Sword Sect, all words seemed too weak to be spoken.

…………

Three days passed by in a hurry.

The Zhongling Formation completely closed and moved upwards.

Soon after.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

After three muffled sounds like rolling thunder in the nine heavens, the boundless demon army, following behind the coalition of human monks, finally walked out of the Spiritual Sea Tide Zone and arrived in front of the Changye Mountain Range.

They came like a sea tide, and even if the human monks were condescending in the inner city, their field of vision was quickly filled.

Wherever you look, there are only demon cultivators.

For a moment, I didn’t even know where the sea of ​​demons would end.

This was after the demons experienced huge losses in several battles and spent their lives exploring the path in the wake of the spiritual sea tide at the expense of time in a hurry.

It is conceivable that the number of the demon army at the beginning was terrifying.

The demon clan's claim that tens of millions of demon armies can seize souls is not an empty lie.

What's even more terrifying is that in front of the demon clan, there are nearly a hundred ninth-grade demon cultivators with rampant arrogance, and there are also many demon lords among them.

This is a sharp knife, enough to see blood.

Fortunately, they have the Zhongling Formation to rely on.

Situ has already fully activated the Zhongling Formation

In the seventh year of Tianyuan, spring.

If the Yin Qi does not disperse, the dew will turn white.

In the dusk, outside the Changye Mountains, millions of mighty demonic armies stretch endlessly, and the demonic energy gathers like thunder.

The demons began to attack the mountain.

There was a heavy sound like a heavy hammer striking stone.

The human monk looked up and saw hundreds of strange flying beasts flying out from the demon army.

They have a cold metallic luster all over their bodies, and are covered with ferocious iron thorns that shine with a cold light. They look like steel flying boats.

These flying beasts came towards Changye Mountain in pulse formation, and the iron thorns fell off their bodies like spears flying down one after another, densely packed like hail rain.

These iron thorns are not only strong and sharp, but also have a strong formation-breaking effect. They are what the demons prepare to use to deal with the great formation of spirits.

This is a weapon of war.

As long as they break through the Changye Mountains and the Heart City, the human race will lose their last resistance. The huge Zhongling will let them drive straight in, so the demon race has already ignored the losses at this time.

Bang bang! Bang bang!

A large amount of spiritual energy gathered, emitting countless breathing sounds, and instantly propped up a light shield on the Changye Mountain Range.

Whoosh!

A spear landed on the Heart City, but was blocked by a large array of light shields.

A ripple emerged from the point of contact between the spear and the mask, and was quickly transmitted to the land connected to the mask, dissipating invisible.

This is the force-relieving ability of the Zhongling Formation.

However, this is only a microcosm of the battlefield.

In addition to the flying beasts, the arrogant demonic cultivators also launched an echelon attack on the Heart City.

Streams of billowing demonic smoke shot towards the Heart City.

Continuously, ninth-grade demon cultivators led a team of elites to attack a corner of the formation, trying to break through the surface.

Although ripples of the mask were aroused, it was still far from breaking the formation.

The ninth-level demon cultivators who launched the attack were disappointed, but not unexpected.

It's just that the three cities on the frontline battlefield are already so difficult to attack.

This majestic new city, which was built with most of Zhongling's wealth, should naturally be even more difficult to break, like a horse leaping over a natural chasm.

They have made the worst plan to destroy most of the demon army here.

But no matter what, the demons are bound to win this battle.

Not enough. Obviously, the fierce battle in front of the Changye Mountains will last for a long, long time.

Mangzhou.

It's not going to be bright yet.

On a barren mountain peak, the morning light shines brightly.

Two rays of light flew from the sky, and then slowly fell.

In the escaping light, a young man and a female crown appeared.

Xie Qingyun's unparalleled sword also destroyed Xiantian Ridge, a high mountain that had stood at Longcheng Pass for who knows how many thousands of years.

Therefore, Lu Qingshan and Shuiyue Guanzhu Yi Ma Pingchuan, transformed into flowing light, and immediately left Longcheng Pass, which had fallen into chaos.

With the spiritual blessing of Shuiyue Guanzhu, Lu Qingshan's already extraordinary escape speed improved to a higher level. With all his strength, he quickly put some distance between himself and the demon cultivator who was chasing him.

Afterwards, the two of them changed directions several times and finally got rid of the pursuers at Longcheng Pass.

However, after several such struggles, Lu Qingshan, who had already experienced a long and fierce battle, finally found that the energy in his body was close to being exhausted, and he needed to stop for a while to recover.

He sat down cross-legged and started to use his skills. The spiritual energy was suddenly drawn violently by him, and the formation was spectacular.

It is almost unimaginable that this posture of swallowing spiritual energy is coming from just a fusion monk.

The master of Shuiyue Temple stood aside and waited quietly.

She looked at Lu Qingshan, who was concentrating attentively, with mixed feelings in her heart.

This young swordsman who had always been regarded as a junior by her suddenly became the leader of the Dao Sect, and then shouldered a heavy pressure that even she found unbearable.

He's only twenty-five

Three hours later, Lu Qingshan opened his eyes.

For the first time, he didn't get up.

The next moment, a mustard seed appeared in his palm.

What Fuyao brought back was the mustard seeds belonging to the Qinglong Lord.

Lu Qingshan probed his consciousness into the mustard seeds.

As a monk in the town and the master of the Dao Sect, Master Qinglong has an extremely rich private collection of mustard seeds. Whether it is ores, elixirs, or various kinds of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, they are all extremely valuable.

But Lu Qingshan didn't even look at these things at this time.

He is looking for something.

After a while.

Lu Qingshan's eyes suddenly lit up.

There was a clang, and a cool sword light flashed.

A long sword appeared in Lu Qingshan's hand.

The worm sword.

The natal sword of the late Gu Qiu Peak Master.

After killing Gu Qiu, Soul Master, although he did not use a sword, took Gu Qiu's natal sword as a trophy.

After all, no matter how you say it, the earthworm is also a rare magical weapon.

Lu Qingshan silently put the foxtail into the red sandalwood sword box he carried behind him.

Immediately, he stood up slowly and looked towards the east, his expression calm.

After a slight pause, Lu Qingshan suddenly rose into the air with his sword.
Chapter completed!