Chapter 312 No matter who comes, you have to give up three points
On the wall of Huangshi City, Du Shao will probably never forget what he saw tonight.
Three hundred monks leaped down from the city wall, spiritual light winding down and sinking into the surging torrent of evil demons with a strange blood-red glow.
The backbone forces of those Zhongzhou sects were like a handful of fireflies or fleeting fireworks at a dinner party. They looked extremely brilliant and holy under the blood moon, but they fell into the demon tide and suddenly dispersed.
It was like the desolate and lonely scene after the fireworks, but now beneath this desolate scene, there were evil demons with horny bone spurs and devouring fangs.
The monks were like the golden elixir added at the very end of a medicinal ointment. They were immediately swallowed up by the black ointment without even a bubble appearing.
Du Shao heard the light gasps of the disciples around him who were ready to go down and rescue the people at any time. The ground under his feet trembled violently. The demonic energy in the distance surged with a sweet and fishy stench along with the roar, and was blown onto the city wall by the north wind.
The next moment after those spots of light disappeared, countless rays of light bloomed again, and arcs of light connected one after another, breaking through the bloody and colorful darkness.
The light of the sword is stronger and sharper than the fangs of a vicious monster, the waving talisman is more dazzling and difficult to break through than the scales naturally born by the evil monster, and the golden thunder is more shocking to the heaven and earth than the sound of footsteps on Zhongzhou.
The next moment, snow surged forward, turning into a vast expanse of clean white land, tearing apart the surging group of demons.
Du Shao's heart was pounding like thunder. Even though she was not on the front line killing evil spirits, she still felt the blood boiling in her body. She heard screams coming one after another around her.
Perhaps some people were unknown before this battle, but after today, their names will be engraved on the city walls.
After the demonic tide has passed, perhaps due to wind and sun, the names will become blurred, and perhaps no one can remember each of their names clearly, but they are all the pride of Zhongzhou and the cornerstone of righteousness.
The young disciple who could only help with logistics was so excited that his cheeks turned red, "So strong! Master Mo Lin hasn't even unsheathed his sword yet!"
"Master Lin Du is the real strong one! He only used one move!"
"Oh no, have you seen my eldest disciple?"
"Who is your eldest disciple?"
"Yi Zhen, from the Chixiao Sect, every time a sword is unsheathed, it must carry a spark."
"Oh, look at that giant wolf below that is holding the Supreme Sect's Master Yuanye, right?"
"Tsk tsk, now that the art of machinery is declining in the major sects of Zhongzhou, there has only been one genius who specializes in the art of machinery in the past three to five hundred years. That giant wolf and iron-eating beast must have killed a lot of evil demons."
“??? No, Yi Zhen!! You are from the Chixiao Sect! Come back here!”
The people around hurriedly stopped the leader of the Chixiao Sect and said, "Go down, wait for the shift change."
After a commotion, the leader of the Chixiao Sect half-hung on the city wall, feeling grief-stricken.
Who would have thought that at this moment, a black mist rose in the distance, and two figures, one pale and one white, leaped high under the blood moon at the same time, followed by a sharp whistle that pierced everyone's heart and soul.
Hou Cang's voice was hurried and cold, "Didn't I tell you to look at the demon fetus first, and then hit it with one strike! You are blindfolded and using your spiritual sense to see, so you must have missed the target!"
Lin Du was cursing even more in his heart than Hou Cang, but his voice became calmer, "Am I blindfolded for the sake of appearance?"
Hou Cang raised his sword with a cold face, "What else?"
"Of course it's because not having my eyes covered affects my movements and accuracy. If you hadn't helped me, that thing would have been dead by now."
Hou Cang's face became even colder. "The attack power of the resentful demon may not seem strong, but in fact, it can not only incite the same kind of evil demons, but also easily affect the mind of the monks. If you are trapped by the resentful mist it spews..."
Before he could finish his words, Lin Du had already made several leaps backwards. With her nimble movements, dozens of evil demons rose from the ground in layers and successfully surrounded the exiled immortal in white.
Lin Du escaped the encirclement safely. His voice penetrated through the layers of evil spirits and found a gap to blow in. It fell into Hou Cang's ears. It was as vague as it could be. "Brother, you can do it if you can. I am a blind man and cannot see the demon fetus clearly."
After failing the special training, Hou Cang held the sword and said: Haha.
The sword's glare was so fierce that Lin Du almost suffered a relapse of glaucoma.
But this did not affect her hand speed in pinching the formula, because in the previous attempt, Lin Du had deliberately missed the target because she found that there was a familiar mist attached to the demon fetus, but the mist was relatively thin, but she could be sure that it was the Three Poisons Mist.
Chu Guanmeng confirmed her thoughts, "The thing attached to the demon fetus in this resentful demon's body is similar to the one that swallowed me last time. It also has the aura of the laws of heaven, but the power is weaker and smaller."
Lin Du nodded. Very good. Evidence +1 that Qianyu is the mastermind behind the demonic tide.
Lindu's small notebook of grudges +99.
Chu Guanmeng reminded Lin Du, who was murderous, "A demon king is not surprising, but a demon king with the laws of heaven in his body is very difficult to deal with. I have always given him some ground when I met him before, even though I was not devoured by him."
"Now in this world, you have to give way to anyone who comes," Lin Du said, fearing that Chu Guanmeng would be angry, and added in a relaxed tone, "It doesn't matter, I know the limits. A hundred years of cultivation is like flowing water, it's gone in the blink of an eye. I want this world a hundred years from now, no matter who comes, they have to give way to us."
And from the beginning to the end, Qianyu was more like an invincible knife than a real planner. He had some brains, but not much. Without him, there would be other knives.
Before facing the real chess player, Lin Du had to resolve the current crisis first.
The sword light pierced into the body of the last surrounded evil demon, and the demon fetus was strangled. The white robe was stained with flying demon blood, but the face was still calm, unmoved by the eight winds, and majestic like a god that no one dared to touch.
At the same time, Lin Du finally prepared the seal, and the golden talismans around her body pierced into the body of the evil demon along with her fingertips, like a straight gold bar that pierced the evil demon through. At the same time, countless golden lights turned into thin threads, which firmly bound the mist.
Lin Du formed seals with his hands again, and the red diamond rope on his wrist shone brightly. Amid the endless roars, his calm voice spoke clearly, "The Lingbao Talisman declares to the nine heavens, the evil will dissipate, the Dao Qi will remain forever, and it will be destroyed."
A simple golden character appeared between the slender hands. It was the first divine symbol that Lin Du had just understood a few days ago. The golden character was shot into the body of the evil demon at an extremely fast speed.
Hou Cang had just cleared away the evil demons that rushed towards him one after another, and looking down, he could vaguely see thousands of intricate golden light beams binding something around the demon fetus inside the pierced body of the resentful demon. Then a golden light containing irresistible divine power sank into it and directly shattered the demon fetus.
And the familiar cold and sarcastic tone from the other side floated over again with the wind, "My eyesight is not good, Senior Brother, can you help me check, is it crooked?"
"No, he's dead." Hou Cang had a cold face and stabbed Lin Du with his sword.
Lin Du did not dodge or evade. Amid Chu Guanmeng's panicked screams, he just tilted his head slightly to the right. The sword energy brushed the left side of her face and pierced into the body of an evil demon that suddenly jumped up from behind him.
She turned her head back and said to her senior brother leisurely, "Thank you, senior brother."
Chu Guanmeng sighed, and hung on the edge of Lin Du's mask, almost becoming half a plush earring, "You are the one who knows how to pretend."
The core resentful demon that drove the first wave of demonic tide was eliminated by Lin Du. The remaining evil demons lost their collective consciousness and only fought blindly without distinguishing between friend and foe. Even though their group was large, they were quickly suppressed and dispersed by the monks of Zhongzhou and then eliminated.
Just when only a few evil demons were left, someone on the city wall shouted, "Come up and take over! The second wave of demons is coming!"
Lin Du's heart skipped a beat. "The ancient books recorded that after one wave of demonic tides passed, it might take dozens of days or even months for the next wave to come. Why did it come so quickly?"
Hou Cang also frowned, "Junior sister, go back and rest first."
Lin Du turned around and found Qi Zhen in the crowd.
The young man was wearing a black shirt with red edges today. His face looked even more charming under the blood moon. There seemed to be some wounds on his face, and he was smiling at Ni Jinxuan.
Across a mountain of evil corpses, in the midst of bloody gasps, Qi Zhen seemed to sense something, and his eyes moved towards Lin Du from a distance. The smile on his face slowly expanded, like an innocent flower of evil, provoking the evil.
Lin Du laughed too, holding the Fu Sheng Fan, threw it upwards, spun it around smoothly and held it in the palm of his hand. Then he pointed the tip of the fan at his thin waist and tilted his head.
She wanted to see how much of the Three Poison Mists containing the rules of Heaven were left in him that she could eliminate.