Chapter 182 Breaking the Formation
Jinmen Immortal Palace, outside the mountain gate.
Thousands of Rakshasa ghosts screamed and attacked the defensive light shield generated by the sect protection formation, and their sharp claws fell like raindrops.
However, this protective formation was extremely strong. Not only did the ghost fail to break through it, but it was burned to ashes by the scorching red light emitted by the formation.
The Soul-True Demon Lord stood in the air, her black robe fluttering in the wind. Between her eyebrows, the dark blue soul fire flickered, making her already pale face even paler.
Behind her, hundreds of magicians formed hand gestures and cast spells, summoning tens of thousands of ghosts. These ghosts, densely packed like surging black mist, once again rushed towards the defensive light shield.
"Boom--" The sect protection formation made a loud and shaking sound under the strong impact of the ghosts in the sky.
When the deacon elder Zhu Meizi led five hundred male cultivators to the mountain gate, they saw such a horrifying scene.
The overwhelming number of ghosts and the terrifying aura they exuded made him have no doubt that once the sect protection formation was broken, they would be torn to pieces.
But fortunately, this protective formation is not so easy to break.
Zhu Meizi observed for a while and felt relieved when she saw that these ghosts were unable to break through the magic circle.
He stepped forward, stood behind the light shield, and sneered loudly at the Soul Truth Demon Lord, "You demons think you can break through our sect? Stop dreaming! Wait until Grandmaster Gongsun Xiong breaks through and ascends. Then, none of you evil demons will be able to escape!"
The expression of the Soul-Defining Demon Lord instantly darkened.
The demon warriors under her command stepped forward angrily and shouted, "You immortals are nothing but a bunch of shameless maggots, rats who have stolen the immortal throne. Do you think you are worthy of becoming gods?"
"If you're really capable, don't hide in there. Come out and fight me. I'll make sure you know what it means to be utterly horrified!"
Zhu Meizi's face was filled with resentment. She angrily said, "Do you think I'm stupid? You have a magic circle but you don't want to use it. You want to go out and get beaten? If you have the guts, come in. However, you won't have this chance anymore!"
He raised his hand and waved it, and the five hundred male cultivators behind him summoned their spiritual swords. In an instant, the sword beams intertwined and flashed, attacking the demons outside the magic circle like a rainstorm.
The demons immediately controlled the ghosts to resist, but the ghosts were too low in level. Once they came into contact with the sword light, they were turned into black smoke and annihilated in an instant.
The demons were instantly severely damaged.
The Soul-Definition Demon Lord frowned, and the soul fire between his eyebrows dimmed a little.
This batch of ghosts were refined too hastily. It would be difficult to use them to break through the protective formation of the Jinmen Immortal Mansion.
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On the steep cliff in the distance, Qiu Qianling, who had been observing the battle situation, became more and more serious.
"Demon Lord, let me take people to help Demon Lord Hundi!" Ying Huang said anxiously.
If you want to deal with Gongsun Xiong, you must break their sect protection formation. If you can't even enter the sect, how can you talk about taking his life?
Qiu Qianling also knew that the formation had to be broken quickly and without delay, but she did not dare to send out all the magic warriors. If the immortals set an ambush, then everything would be over.
You have to be cautious, and again cautious.
She released her spiritual sense to explore the surroundings and found no ambush, so she felt relieved.
Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly discovered an unusual place in the protective formation of the Jinmen Immortal Mansion.
She thought for a moment, pointed between her eyebrows, and then stretched out her hand and drew a line in the air, and what she saw with her spiritual consciousness appeared clearly in front of her.
Ying Huang looked at the white-robed monk in the picture, feeling a little puzzled. "What is this..."
"The deputy leader of Jinmen Immortal Palace is Yu Yixian. The tree in front of her is a thousand-year-old spiritual tree, full of spiritual energy."
After Qiu Qianling answered, he stopped talking and just stared at the person in the image.
Yu Yixian walked up to the spiritual tree and said to the guarding male cultivator, "The sect leader has ordered you to go to the mountain gate to resist the invasion of the demons. I will guard this formation's core."
The male cultivators looked at each other, as if they found the order very strange, but they did not dare to disobey and could only obey and leave.
Yu Yixian looked stern as he quickly looked around. After confirming that there was no one around, he summoned his spiritual power, raised his hand, and slapped the huge, ancient spiritual tree in front of him.
With a humming sound, the spiritual tree trembled continuously, and the patterns on the surface of the trunk suddenly lit up. The whole tree became translucent, and even the leaves were emitting rippling silver light.
Immediately afterwards, an extremely cold force surged out from Yu Yixian's palm, and in an instant, the spiritual wood was frozen.
Yu Yixian withdrew his hand and his face turned paler.
The next moment, as the ice surface began to crack, the array pattern on the spiritual tree exploded and turned into scattered starlight.
The spiritual tree completely lost its luster and turned into an ordinary tree.
"The center of the formation has been broken." Yu Yixian stretched out his hand and caught the light that fell in front of him, a smile flashing in his eyes.
Ying Huang, who had watched the whole thing, widened her eyes. "What's going on? Isn't she the deputy sect leader? Why would she help us?"
Catching it, she thought of something, her eyes flashing with excitement as she looked at Qiu Qianling, "Your Highness the Demon Lord, this was arranged by you, right? You persuaded her to be our insider!"
Qiu Qianling's face was also full of surprise. He was stunned for a long while before speaking in a hoarse voice, "No, it's not me."
Who is that?
A name came to her mind, but she immediately rejected it. It would be ridiculous if it was that person.
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Zhu Meizi, who was fighting in front of the mountain gate, was still unaware of this.
He looked at the ghost that was easily killed by the spirit sword, and the smile on his face became more and more proud. "What Soul Truth Demon Lord? I think he is just a useless person who can only refine the souls of living people."
"Today, I will seek justice for those who died innocently at your hands. It's time for you, these inhumane demons, to pay for your sins!"
The Soul Truth Demon Lord's expression grew increasingly gloomy, a storm rising in his eyes. "Sin? I'm afraid this word is more suitable to describe you, the immortals who wantonly plunder the spiritual energy of the human race. Stop pretending to be innocent!"
Zhu Meizi was furious. "What do you mean by wanton plundering of spiritual energy? That was the human race's voluntary act."
"Do you know how much effort our immortal race has put in, from our initial struggle for life against the heavens to our current cultivation to become gods? You ignorant demons simply don't understand what the immortal race pursues."
The face of the Soul-Defining Demon Lord turned ashen, and the hands hanging by his sides turned into sharp claws, flashing a cold light.
She had never seen such a shameless person before, and she only regretted that she could not touch him because of the sect protection formation.
"But you don't need to understand. Just die!" Zhu Meizi raised her hand and summoned the magic sword.
Just as he was about to take action, the defensive light shield in front of him suddenly vibrated violently, and then the surrounding spiritual energy became chaotic.
Someone exclaimed, "The sect protection formation... the sect protection formation has broken!"
What? Zhu Meizi's face changed instantly, and she turned around suddenly, only to see a huge hole in the light shield in front of her. Thousands of ghosts outside the magic circle roared in anger and poured in from the gap like a tide.
“Ahhhhhh——!” Several male cultivators were torn into pieces by the ghosts before they could even react.
Zhu Meizi was suddenly panicked. How could this happen?
Their sect's protective formation was able to withstand even the strongest people at the Mahayana level, so how could it be suddenly breached?
However, he had no time to think about it. In the moment he was stunned, the Soul-Definition Demon Lord had completely broken the sect protection formation and appeared in front of him in an instant.
She raised her sharp claws and grabbed his neck. Zhu Meizi hurriedly used her sword to block, but the magic sword was directly cut off by the sharp claw wind, and several broken sword pieces fell to the ground at her feet with a clang.
He is no match for the Soul-Definition Demon Lord at all!
Zhu Meizi made a quick decision and fled, but he didn't fly far before he was caught up by the Soul-Divine Demon Lord. His sharp claws instantly shattered the defensive shield around him and penetrated his heart and lungs.
"Ah--!" Zhu Meizi fell heavily from the air and covered her chest in pain.
"Who is the most inhumane?" Soul-truth Demon Lord looked down at him condescendingly.
Zhu Meizi's eyes were filled with fear, and she trembled as she said, "It's... it's the Immortal Clan. Lord Demon, I was wrong! I was just talking nonsense. Please spare my life!"
The Soul-True Demon Lord sneered, "Very well, I will train you into a ghost and let you live in this world forever!"
Soul fire ignited at his fingertips and swept towards Zhu Meizi.
“No! Aa ...
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On the other side, in a town in Nanzhou, which is under the control of Lingjian Sect.
As soon as the sky was getting light, the people in the city rushed to the governor's mansion, hoping that these immortal cultivation families could come forward to help them eliminate the dark shadows that were wreaking havoc in the city.
However, instead of waiting for the governor, they were expelled by the government soldiers.
The Sky-Devouring Beast's clone had a ferocious look in its eyes and excitedly rushed into the gathered crowd. Screams and cries rang out one after another. People fled in panic, cursing the immortals.
At this time, a group of demons armed with sickles, iron hoes and other common farm tools rushed out and attacked the black shadow.
Looking at their nervous expressions and unskilled moves, it can be seen that they have just transformed into demons not long ago.
After saving another woman from the shadow, the demon said to her, "As long as you transform into a demon, you won't be targeted by the shadow!"
The others also persuaded, "Don't hesitate, the immortals won't come to save us. Instead of all dying at the hands of the monsters, it's better to sacrifice those who can no longer survive and try to survive!"
Women are the hope of a race's reproduction. But in the past, when famine struck, the elderly, children, and women were often the first to be abandoned.
And now, under the threat of the shadow, the man was abandoned.
Human nature has always been like this. There is never good or bad, only winning and losing.
Just as everyone was hesitating, a boy who had been running away in panic fell to the ground. The next moment, a black shadow rushed over and quickly pierced his neck with its tail hook.
The boy's face aged in an instant.
The demon swung his sickle, and the sharp wind swept over, cutting off the hook tail.
The shadow screamed and turned and ran away.
The demon grabbed the boy and took a look at him. His voice trembled slightly, "He's beyond saving. Take the blood from his heart."
The woman's eyes turned red as she screamed, "No! I can't do it! I can't do such a cruel thing!"
Before the demon could say anything else, a huge white cloud suddenly floated over the town, casting a shadow over her face.
White clouds descended in mid-air, and dozens of male immortal cultivators, radiating white light all over their bodies, flew down from the clouds in an orderly manner.
When everyone saw them, their eyes suddenly lit up with excitement. "It's the Immortals! They've come to save us! Thank God!"
However, the leading elder Sanjin simply passed them over and looked at the demons.
"They are traitors to the fallen demons and must be executed immediately!"
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