Chapter 315 Let me take off!

The appearance of Lin Du did not relieve the pressure on them. The aggressiveness of the high-level demons and the appeal of the mother tree made it difficult for them to deal with them. Under the attack of the tentacles that rose from the ground to devour the sun and the moon, even the most frail people began to become ferocious.

Under the continuous attacks of the evil spirits, the monks could only dodge or draw their swords to block them, both of which consumed a lot of spiritual energy.

Lin Du didn't even have time to show off her wits to her fellow brothers. She and Pei Qin were both in the fourth stage, one in the early stage and the other in the peak stage. The difference in their fighting power was obvious, not to mention the two brothers who were in the fifth and sixth stages.

Among the four people, only Lin Du was mainly dodging, but he was so tired that he didn't even have the chance to talk.

She took a deep breath, after all, she still lacked some spiritual energy reserves.

A squishy mage was facing a walking crystal head-on, and dozens of soldiers fell out after being hit. That was a feeling...

The few people who were concentrating on attacking the mother tree were unable to take care of themselves, and the monks below were in even greater dire straits.

Except for the disciples of the Supreme Sect, who even if all came, there would not be enough to count on two hands, the other major sects and big families all sent nearly a hundred disciples, and the least had twenty or thirty people.

After the first wave of demons ended, Zhongzhou suffered some casualties but was still able to cope with it. However, the second wave of evil demons was not only larger in number but also more ferocious.

The five or six hundred monks who died in the second wave fought bloody battles in the midst of the tide of tens of thousands of evil demons, but they were like elite guards filling the sea, Yugong moving the mountains, or a mantis trying to stop a chariot. They were extremely pitiful.

The sword formation formed by Gui Yuan Sect was also dispersed. Those figures of the same color that should have been gathered together were now like being stuck in a quagmire. The platinum-colored disciples' uniforms were mixed with muddy demonic blood and their own blood, causing the originally light gauze clothes to sink.

The immortals fell into filth, unable to be reborn. They practiced Taoism and did good deeds all their lives, but were crushed into mud. In the endless blood-red darkness, bright colors were constantly being swallowed up.

The day has come, but the blood moon is still there.

Everyone was breathing heavily. The fishy and cold air they exhaled through the mask felt scorching hot when it entered their lungs, making it impossible to retreat or advance.

Under the control of the Mother Tree, the evil spirit became more and more violent and violent, trying to rush forward and crush all obstacles in front of it.

The evil demons are inexhaustible, and the ears are filled with the frantic roars of the evil demons. The cold air rising from the ground mixed with flesh and blood is trampled repeatedly, and one can even hear the sound of mud with every step.

Those who are trapped in the group of evil spirits have no trace of their companions around them. Fighting alone tests one's mental strength even more.

Occasionally, the cry of a dying comrade would be heard, making people feel even more uncertain.

When facing this monstrous giant, people will also doubt that the so-called leader of all spirits is nothing but a lie. How insignificant and hopeless they are.

Despair spread in the hearts of the monks, and the weapons in their hands became heavier.

"Is there anyone in front of you? Take off! I won't scoop you up!"

An arrogant young man's voice poured into the monk's eardrums. His body reacted before his brain. He used up his remaining spiritual power, leaped forward, and tried his best to fly into the sky.

Some low-level demons can fly, but in order to clear obstacles on the road ahead, most of them fall to the ground and move forward like a steamroller or even a bulldozer.

The monk flew high up, and the next moment a huge Vajra puppet rushed forward and smashed those black cloud shovels into pieces.

The young man in red clothes showed half of his wanton eyes from behind the huge diamond puppet, and pulled the exhausted monk with his hand, "Are you okay? Do you want to rest in my Sky-Swallowing Frog's belly?"

The monk didn't hear clearly, "What frog? What belly?"

Yuan Ye grinned and drove his mechanical puppets to deal with those equally huge and strange-looking evil demons, "Look behind you!"

The monk turned around and found a tortoise-shell-shaped mechanical puppet that was slightly larger than the evil demon. It jumped high up, then opened its mouth and several human heads appeared from where the throat should have been. It even waved, "Fellow Daoist! Are you injured? Is your spiritual power exhausted? Come in and rest for a while! I'm done! I'll be right out!"

Monk: ...Ah, a man-eating frog.

The evil demons swarmed over, some of them jumped up and tried to drag the monk down from the air. The monk had little spiritual power left, and was almost helpless facing this mid-level evil demon.

At the moment of despair, there was a faint sound of bronze bells, and then a whip with extremely bright spiritual light swept over and directly wrapped around the monk's waist. Without saying a word, it threw the man directly into the mouth of the Sky-Swallowing Frog.

Before the monk finally entered, he looked back and saw a soft sword wrapped in red fire directly devouring the evil demon. Two figures, one with clear water and one with pink apricot, appeared around the evil demon, one holding a long whip and the other holding a soft sword. It was a cold moon, but a spring breeze came.

The Sky-Swallowing Frog immediately closed its mouth and raised its head, taking the man whole into its body, and began to act like a heartless stone among the group of evil demons.

The monk was still in shock, "What was that just now?"

"They are fellow Taoists from the Supreme Sect. The one in red is Yuan Ye, and the one wielding the long whip is fellow Taoist Ni, the junior sister of Hidden Sword Master Mo Lin!" One person sighed, "There are too many evil demons. Everyone gets tired sometimes, but they can't go back anymore."

Another person said, "Thank goodness for them. We have a place to rest for now. Daoist friend, do you want some spirit stones? I have some here. In this special period, we can only use spirit stones to replenish our spiritual energy."

"It's okay, I have it, thank you." The monk quickly took out the spirit stone and quickly recovered his spiritual power. "I will get out as soon as I recover. I'm afraid many people are about to run out of energy."

“How come the fellow Taoists from the Supreme Sect never feel tired?” the man sighed.

"I've rested. I'll leave first. Fellow Taoists." One of them cupped his hands. Under the dim light of the glass lamp, his brows were firm. "It's a great honor to fight together this time. Take care."

"Take care!" The uncertainty and despair in the monk's heart were completely dispelled, leaving only determination.

"I'll go with you!" another person stood up.

This is not a sea of ​​blood and hell, but the place where they preach the truth. Since there are fellow believers here, what is there to be afraid of?

"We can't go on like this." The group of people on the city wall who were originally just logistics looked nervously at the approaching demonic tide, "What should we do?"

Je Sejong's men were busy inside the house. "That's about it. I think that's it. We need to find someone to go down and see if we can calm the evil spirit down temporarily. Even if it's just for a short while, it will help."

A group of people looked at each other, and now even the most powerful Guiyuan Sect and Wushang Sect have been swallowed up by the devil's tide and it is almost impossible to tell where they are, not to mention this group of medical practitioners who are not good at fighting.

"It wouldn't be surprising if we were eaten alive within a short while of going down there."

"Originally, those among us with high cultivation have already stationed outside the city to rescue people. Most of our remaining disciples do not have that level of cultivation."

Du Shao frowned and picked up the medicine powder that she had prepared temporarily. "I'll go!"

"Senior Sister Du! You have been specializing in medicine, but you haven't yet formed your elixir!"

Du Shao took a deep breath and said seriously, "Medical practitioners are here to save lives. I'll go."

You could hear a pin drop in the house, and no one spoke for a while.

"No need to go to so much trouble!" A female voice sounded outside. The disciples of Ji Shizong looked up and saw that it was the senior sister of Tongtian Sect who came to support with backup supplies.

Shengyan stood outside the door, holding a shovel, and said crisply, "I'm just passing by, no offense, but I'm a very good fried rice cooker, I can be responsible for sprinkling the powder, it will be absolutely even, don't worry."

Jesejong: ...It's a little strange, but it makes sense.

At this moment, there was a faint sound of commotion in the city, followed by the sound of gongs and bells.

Shengyan frowned, "Oh no! There is an evil demon in the city!"