Chapter 315 Take off!

Lin Du's appearance did not relieve the pressure on the few people. The aggressiveness of the high-level evil demons and the appeal of the mother tree made it difficult for them to split their forces. Under the attack of the tentacles that rose from the ground to devour the sun and the moon, even the most cautious people began to become frightened. Under the

continuous attacks of the evil demons, the cultivators could only dodge or draw their swords to resist, both of which consumed a lot of spiritual energy.

Lin Du didn't even have time to be clever with a few brothers. She and Pei Qin were in the fourth period, one in the early stage and the other in the peak stage. The difference in combat power was very obvious, not to mention the two brothers in the fifth and sixth periods.

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

She took a deep breath. She was still short of spiritual energy reserves.

A fragile mage was just walking on the crystal head-on. When she hit it, dozens of soldiers fell out. That was a feeling...

The few people who were concentrating on attacking the mother tree were busy with their own affairs, and the monks below were in dire straits.

Except for the disciples of the Supreme Sect, who were not enough to count even if all of them came, the disciples of other major sects and families came nearly a hundred, and the least was twenty or thirty.

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

The five or six hundred monks who died in the second wave fought bloody battles in the tide of tens of thousands of evil demons, but it was like a fine guard filling the sea, a fool moving mountains, or a mantis trying to stop a chariot. It was extremely pitiful.

The sword formation formed by Guiyuan Sect was also dispersed. Those figures of the same color that should have gathered together were now like being trapped in a quagmire. The platinum-colored disciples' uniforms were mixed with muddy demon blood and their own blood, and the originally light and fluttering gauze clothes became drooping.

The immortals fell into filth and could not be reborn. They practiced Taoism and did good deeds all their lives, but they were all crushed into mud. In the endless blood-red darkness, bright colors were constantly swallowed up.

Day has come, and the blood moon is still there.

Everyone breathes heavily. The fishy and cold breath they breathe in through the mask is hot and boiling when it enters the lungs. They can neither retreat nor advance.

Under the control of the mother tree, the evil demons become more and more manic and violent, trying to move forward desperately and crush all the obstacles in front of them.

The endless demons, the frantic roars of the demons filled the ears, the cold air rising from the ground mixed with flesh and blood, being trampled repeatedly, and even the sound of mud with every step could be heard.

People trapped in the group of demons, no trace of their companions in front of them or around them, fighting alone, more and more testing people's strong mentality.

Occasionally, the cry of a dying companion was heard, which made people feel more and more uncertain.

When facing this ferocious giant, people would also doubt that the so-called leader of all spirits is just a lie, how insignificant, how hopeless.

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

"Is there anyone in front? Take off! I won't shovel you!"

The arrogant voice of a young man filled the monk's eardrums. His body reacted before his brain did. He used the little remaining spiritual power and leaped up to the sky as much as he could.

Some low-level demons could fly, but in order to clear the obstacles on the road ahead, most of them fell to the ground and moved forward like a road roller or even a bulldozer.

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

The young man in red showed half of his wanton eyebrows at the back of the huge Vajra puppet, and pulled the exhausted monk, "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 puppet 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, 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 out soon!"

Monk:...Ah, Man-Swallowing Frog.

The evil demons swarmed in, some leaped up and tried to drag the monk in the air down. The monk had little spiritual power left, and was almost helpless in the face of this mid-level evil demon.

In despair, there was a faint sound of bronze bells breaking, 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 swallowing frog.

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

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 cultivator was still in shock, "Who was that just now?"

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

Another person said, "Luckily we have them. We can have a place to rest temporarily. Do you want spirit stones? I have some here. During special times, we can only use spirit stones to replenish spiritual energy."

"It's okay, I have them, thank you." The cultivator hurriedly took out the spirit stones to quickly restore his spiritual power, "I'll get out as soon as I recover. I'm afraid many people are almost exhausted."

"How come these fellow Taoists from the Supreme Sect never get tired?" the man sighed.

"I've rested. I'm going out first, fellow Taoists." One of them saluted, his brows firm under the dim glass lamp, "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 followed suit.

This is not a bloody hell, but the place where they prove their truth. Since there are fellow Taoists, what is there to be afraid of?

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

The people of the Jese Sect were busy in the house, "It's almost done, it's estimated that this is it, we have to find someone to go down and try to calm the evil demons temporarily, even if it's just for a short time, it will help."

The group looked at each other, and now even the most powerful Guiyuan Sect and Wushang Sect were swallowed up by the demon tide and it was almost impossible to tell where they were, not to mention their group of medical practitioners who were not proficient in fighting.

"I'm afraid it wouldn't be surprising if we were swallowed alive in less than a while."

"Originally, those among us with high cultivation have already stationed outside the city to save people, and most of our remaining disciples don't have that kind of cultivation."

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

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

Du Shao took a deep breath and looked serious, "Medical practitioners are to save people, I'll go."

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

"No need to be so troublesome!" 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 the backup supplies. Shengyan

stood outside the door, holding a shovel, and said crisply, "I'm just passing by, no offense, but my cooking skills are very high, I can be responsible for sprinkling the medicine powder, absolutely evenly, don't worry."

Ji Shizong: ...It's a bit strange, but it makes sense.

At this moment, a commotion was heard in the city, and then the sound of bronze bells was heard.

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