Long before the war started, Lu Yunze had discussed the strategy for this war with Han Li and Dong Xuan'er.

Four words, take advantage of the situation!

If you wait until the war is over, you will be victorious!

For this reason, Lu Yunze specially asked for a Yellow Maple Valley yellow jersey from Han Li. The three of them stood together. At first glance, they looked like an ordinary Yellow Maple Valley three-person team.

The melee started, and the three of them were mixed in the crowd, charging together with the large army, and rushed to the back of the team.

Then the monks from the Seven Sects were pressed down and beaten by the demonic cultivators on the opposite side. Because the three of them were too far back, they didn't even have a chance to take action.

Until Zhou Jingtian slashed open the demon formation with a sword, the situation began to reverse, and the seven sects and the demons fell into an extremely chaotic battle.

Only then did Lu Yunze and the others begin to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the demonic monks, and they faced off against three demonic flame sect monks who were almost identical in stature and appearance.

At the beginning, everyone fought in a dangerous situation, using all kinds of strange tricks one after another, and the fight was very lively.

After fighting, the two sides gradually showed signs of decline, and then one of the magic cultivators from the Demon Flame Sect suddenly exerted force and released a large area of ​​crimson magic fire. Lu Yunze counterattacked with the Ice Rain Technique.

Han Li raised his hand and held out several magic weapons. The demon cultivator on the opposite side took out a fire flag, and when it shook, it summoned a large amount of magic fire.

Then both sides began to show weakness again.

After doing this several times, people on both sides realized it!

As a result, the battle of skills suddenly became dangerous. You cast spells, and I unleashed magical fire. You attacked with weapons, and I unleashed waves with my backhand.

Fighting and fighting, the six of them fought all the way from the center of the battlefield to the edge of the battlefield.

Whenever one of the parties comes to reinforce the enemy, the people on the other party will immediately be put at a disadvantage, and the situation will continue to be evenly divided until everyone is far away.

People on both sides even have the ability to communicate with each other and chat about daily life.

"My friends across from me are Li Wuya from Huang Maple Valley, and the other two are my junior brother Li Feiyu and junior sister Nangong Yue."

"It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Li, who is disarming the Demon Flame Sect. The other two are my younger brothers, disciplining Y and disarming C."

"Good name!"

“Each other!”

Lu Yunze and the leading monk from the Demon Flame Sect looked at each other, and there was actually a bit of sympathy between them.

Who is not a wage earner who just wants to fish and paddle?

"Fellow Daoist Xie, where would it be more suitable for us to fight in a while?"

"If you run further outside, there are too many people from the Ghost Spirit Sect here."

"OK!"

Both sides showed their power at the same time, and streams of spiritual light and demonic fire exploded in the air. A group of six people fought and retreated, fighting all the way to the outermost edge of the battlefield.

At this moment, something unexpected happened on the battlefield of the alchemy monks in mid-air.

The evil ghost transformed by the Xuanhuo Boy had amazing supernatural powers and was even almost immortal.

Even if the wealthy old man had the dragon and phoenix rings in his hands, he could only barely protect himself at this time, being overwhelmed by the overwhelming purple-black demonic fire that made him unable to breathe.

The other four people were entangled by more than a dozen flying centipedes released by the skinny old man of the Yuling Sect.

Each centipede was three feet long, had two wings on its back, and was as fast as the wind. It spit out yellow poisonous smoke and surrounded the four pill-forming monks.

After the young man in black robe released the nine-headed giant snake to join the battle group, the situation of the four Seven Sects forming pills became even more precarious.

If the old man surnamed Luo from Spirit Beast Mountain hadn't notified his disciples in time and released several fifth- and sixth-level advanced spirit beasts, barely holding back a dozen flying centipedes, they would have been defeated long ago.

If the situation here can still be considered a stalemate, then in the sky, the battle group of dozens of pill-forming monks is completely one-sided.

The billowing black energy is mixed with the demonic fire all over the sky, and there are faint blood energy surging back and forth. Only the occasional burst of spiritual light indicates that the seven factions are still resisting, but it is obvious that they cannot last much longer.

The wealthy old man felt very anxious and felt strange at the same time.

The seven sects of monks are indeed much weaker than the demons, but they also have an advantage in numbers, so they shouldn't have been defeated so quickly.

Black clouds rolled in the sky, and along with a shrill scream, more than a dozen rays of light escaped from the black clouds.

The rich old man was shocked. Before he could react what was going on, he heard the evil ghost transformed by Xuanhuo Boy opposite laugh wildly, and instantly turned into a ray of fire and rushed into the black clouds.

Black clouds began to surge rapidly in the sky. More than twenty vague figures could be seen, standing among the dark clouds.

"What's going on?" the rich old man asked with an ugly expression.

Feng Biyun, who was pale, coughed twice and said: "The people of the demonic way are cheating. Those are not demonic cultivators at all, but more than twenty refining corpses carrying highly poisonous bodies! We were caught off guard, and most of the magic weapons were destroyed.

The poison was contaminated and the power was greatly reduced. Seven or eight fellow Taoists died on the spot. We finally managed to break out."

"Refining corpses? Where did they get so many high-level corpse refinings?" The rich old man muttered to himself in disbelief.

Along with Xuanhuo Boy's wild laughter, the black clouds in the sky suddenly fell and pressed down on everyone.

The rich old man was frightened and quickly waved to everyone, "Let's go! Withdraw to the formation!"

Numerous pill-forming monks transformed into escaping light and quickly fled towards the direction of the seven sects' formation.

Upon seeing this scene, several pill-forming people who were entangled by the nine-headed giant snake and the flying centipede also quickly used their own methods to block their opponents. The old man surnamed Luo from Spirit Beast Mountain gritted his teeth and left behind the Spirit Beast Palace.

, and then everyone was able to evacuate safely.

The skinny old man and the young man in black robes were suspended in mid-air, with leisurely postures, without any intention of chasing them.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, so many foundation-building monks and seven or eight pill-forming monks died in this battle, it should be enough." The skinny old man asked with a smile.

The young man in black robe also nodded with a smile, "That's natural. In this battle, Fellow Daoist Xuanhuo's thirty-six-pole Burning Heaven Banner and Fellow Daoist Wu's Black-armored Flying Pedder have given me a good experience. Now it's time for you two to

Fellow Taoist, you have seen the Thousand Spirits Blood Demon Formation of my Ghost Spirit Sect!"

The skinny old man waved his hand and said humbly: "You're welcome, fellow Taoist. My black-armored flying centipede only consumes the opponent's mana. How can it be compared to fellow Taoist Xuanhuo's Burning Heaven Banner?"

"Speaking of which, I don't know where Fellow Xuanhuo brought so many high-level corpses. If we can defeat the coalition of seven sects this time, Fellow Daoist Xuanhuo should be the first to do so."

The young man in black robe glanced at the skinny old man and saw that his expression was as usual, as if he just said these words unintentionally.

"What Fellow Daoist Wu said is true," the young man in black robe said with a smile.

"Hahaha... No more talking! No more talking! Just let me see the magic of the Ghost Spirit Sect."

The skinny old man laughed and changed the topic.

The young man in black robe didn't want to dwell on this matter, so he immediately slapped the storage bag, and a jet black formation flag more than ten feet high flew out.

At the same time, the Demonic Cultivators of the Ghost Spirit Sect on the ground rose into the sky one after another, holding handfuls of formation flags several feet long, and suddenly raised them towards the sky.

Following a burst of dazzling black light, a huge black mask instantly enveloped the entire battlefield.

A satisfied smile appeared on the lips of the young man in black robe. The corner of his eyes unconsciously glanced at the Xuanhuo boy high in the sky.

Within the light barrier, Lu Yunze looked at the pitch-black wall just a few steps away. After thinking for a moment, he couldn't help but say:
Chapter completed!