…
A strange loud noise echoed in the Cangbo Mountains, shaking the mountains and stirring the clouds and mist.
"This is..." The Great Sage Who Moves Mountains frowned, not yet able to sort out the clues.
The other four great saints also looked confused when they looked at the main peak.
As the roar of the word "fire" continued.
Boom boom boom——!
A series of thunders sounded as if a minefield had been disturbed!
In an instant, the top of the main peak shone with brilliance, and several blue spiritual light pillars as deep as the sea poured down towards the group of monsters!
These beams of light were like spears of God cast from the top of the mountain, pointing directly at the most concentrated area of the demon tide.
There was a kind of spiritual energy beam that was thick and long. Wherever it passed, the demon soldiers were instantly crushed to pieces, without even being able to scream.
The line of the demon soldiers could be torn open in an instant with a gap a hundred meters wide.
In addition to these thick beams of light, there is also a more dense, almost continuous beam of light.
These beams fell into the monster group like sickles cutting wheat. Wherever they hit, there was a mess of blood and flesh, and the battlefield was quickly cleared.
The five demon saints stared in amazement at the beam of light emitted from the main peak.
At first they thought it was magic light or sword energy or something like that.
But even if there are tens of thousands of monks hiding in the main peak, it is impossible for them to launch such a dense and rainstorm-like attack, right?
Besides... there's nothing wrong with their spiritual consciousness, and the aura of the monks on the main peak of Cangbo Mountains is only a few hundred.
"That's... Cang Yun M4? M4 Pounce and Terminator?!"
A hint of surprise flashed across Li Ziping's eyes, and he suppressed a smile on his lips.
Zhang Mengchu was also stunned, muttering: "The products of the ancestors must be top-notch, these creations are really amazing!"
But is it great?
The damage caused just a few breaths ago is almost catching up with the two large formations.
But only those of us who are in the late stage of Dongxu are qualified to set up these two large formations.
And what about those mechanical creations that the ancestors tinkered with? 놙Any ordinary person with normal intelligence can operate it.
It is obvious which solution saves more resources.
…
The five demon saints looked unhappy.
If the Yueying Sect continues to fight like this, all the monsters they brought with them will be killed.
Although this is a demon tribe from the Shiwan Mountains, and the demon tribe reproduces very quickly.
But after being beaten up and only five of them were left alone, how could they still save face?
Tu Shanyue may be watching them in the dark!
The Great Sage Kunpeng pondered for a moment, his eyes flashed, he spread his wings and flew straight to the main peak:
"I want to see what the Moon Shadow Sect is up to!"
Before he finished speaking, several blue beams shot towards it.
The Great Sage Kunpeng flapped his wings, golden light flashed, and all the spiritual energy beams were blocked by the golden feathers on his wings, like rain hitting banana leaves, making a "ding-dang-dang" sound.
“Is the power beyond this?” The Golden-Winged Roc sneered, spread its wings again, broke through the wind and attacked a cliff on the west side of the main peak.
At this time, in the main peak on the west side, a disciple of the Yueying Sect was holding a Cangyun Terminator and bombarding the monster group wildly, fully aware that there was a murderous intent approaching behind him.
"Senior Sister Zhao Le, be careful!" someone shouted, but it was too late.
The golden-winged Roc condensed into a golden thunder and fell wildly. The claws were so fierce that one claw tore through half of the mountain at an angle, and the other claw pierced through the gold and shattered the foundation of the defensive formation.
The earth shook and the mountains trembled, and the disciples of the Moon Shadow Sect who were hiding in the main peak were exposed. It waved its hand casually, and the strong wind casually swept a female disciple away from its hand.
The sharp claws pierced into the disciple's shoulder blade, and the disciple wailed in pain. The Cang Yun Terminator in his hand also fell to the ground, finally allowing the five demon saints to see the truth.
But even so, they didn't understand what this fire stick with six tubes was, they only knew it was a mechanical device.
"No wonder these human cultivators in Cangyun Realm haven't made any progress in thousands of years. They've been researching mechanical creations for so long?"
Several demon saints looked at each other and laughed.
I want to know which magical martial arts is better.
They were afraid of such intensive attacks, because they were in the Mahayana stage, and even the most powerful spiritual energy beam could only singe a little bit of their fur.
But they are afraid that human monks in the Mahayana stage also possess this power.
Does that mean we have to face tens of thousands of Mahayana?
Mechanical creations are much easier to deal with.
The defensive formation of the main peak is useless to them. They need to destroy all the creations, and then the remaining monster army can continue to advance and head straight for the Moon Shadow Sect!
Boom boom boom!
Another large amount of spiritual energy beams shot over, but were still blocked by the Great Sage Kunpeng.
These attacks had no effect, but instead aroused its ferocity.
It looked at the main peak of Cangbo Mountain, a ferocious smile appeared on the corner of its mouth, and its huge eagle claws lifted up the female disciple.
"You want to save her? Haha! Then I will bite her to death in front of you and bite her into pieces!"
The Great Sage Kunpeng opened his bloody mouth, a fishy wind blew in his face, and trickles of blood flowed down Zhaole's shoulder blades.
Seeing that disciple stiffened his neck and closed his eyes, waiting to die, it said sarcastically:
"Reptile! If you kneel down and beg for mercy, and swear allegiance to the demon race, I will show mercy and spare your life!"
The other four demon saints burst into laughter upon hearing this.
Zhao Le, who had closed his eyes and waited for death, opened his eyes at this moment with a resolute look:
"I, a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, will die standing and never live on my knees! Kill me! The ancestor will avenge me!"
“Ancestor? Hehehe!” Great Sage Kunpeng laughed wildly, “If your ancestor is really that capable, then why did he wait until you died to help you get revenge? Why did he come to save you now!?”
"Grandfather..." Zhao Le's face darkened, he clenched his teeth and sneered, "Grandfather is in seclusion! You dare to try to sow discord between my Sword Pavilion disciples and the Grandfather? Pah!"
A mouthful of bloody saliva sprayed into the mouth of the Great Sage Kunpeng, which made him very angry.
It no longer had the heart to play around, and immediately wanted to swallow the Sword Pavilion disciple in one gulp.
At this time——
“clang——”
The sound of the sword was like the sound of metal, but more like the awakening of some ancient order between heaven and earth.
Wherever the sound waves passed, the void trembled slightly, and even the five great demon saints were stunned.
A shadowy figure of a sword cultivator appeared at the side of the Great Sage Kunpeng like a ghost, and with a flash of sword light, he disappeared in an instant.
The shadow was so fast that the Great Sage Kunpeng had no time to react and felt a pain in his arm.
It lowered its head and saw a bloodstain rapidly spreading on its arm, gradually expanding.
Straight, through the entire arm.
The giant claw holding the Sword Pavilion disciple seemed to be cut off by a sharp blade and fell towards the cliff valley of Cangbo Mountain.
Another shadowy swordsman followed the giant claw and leaped down, sinking into the depths of the cliff and disappearing without a trace.
"Raise your cup to the bright moon, and drink together as three people."
An indifferent voice came from the sky, distant and long, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, but it seemed to contain infinite sword intent.
The demons raised their heads and saw the clouds being torn apart by a dark sword light, and a slender figure with white hair and black clothes fell from the sky.
His eyes were slightly closed as if he was intoxicated, but his face was as calm as an ancient well, and there was a sense of grandeur between his brows.
There is a black-scale sword at the waist, with faint light and dragon roars.
There is a wine gourd in his hand, the aroma of wine is everywhere, and he is drunk.
The one who comes is someone else.
It was the ancestor of Jiange - Chen Huaian.
…
…
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
