The only way

Chapter 903: Unavoidable Doom

The sound of iron drums on the city walls is still resounding, and the blood on the golden sword in the box has not yet dried.

Life and death never end, everything is empty, immortals and mortals all return to the underworld.

Turn around and it’s empty, turn around and it’s empty. Looking back a hundred years, it’s like floating clouds, ultimately nothing.

In Jingxiao City, the gray-haired and wrinkled foundation-building cultivator looked far away at True Lord Xiyun who was struggling alone in the sky, then emptied the empty pill bottle in his hand, and finally looked at the countless demons that were closely following the formation.

Faced with those pairs of eyes filled with brutality and greed, the white-haired monk finally let out a long sigh.

He knew that this city would be broken sooner or later.

For three days, a full three days, the demon army's attacks never stopped, and the formation was on the verge of collapse several times because of the demon army's attacks.

Therefore, these monks did not dare to relax at all. It took only three days from meeting the enemy ten miles outside the city to defending the city formation.

In three days, more than a hundred monks in the city were killed, more than a hundred were seriously injured, and only six hundred were left able to fight.

This has already gathered all the cultivators in Jingxiao City, regardless of their level of cultivation, and whether they are from immortal families or independent cultivators.

Once the city is captured, everyone inside will be prey.

Today's Jingxiao City is nothing more than a candle in the wind.

"Give!"

While the white-haired monk was stunned, a round green pill lay quietly in the palm of his blood-stained hand, placed in front of him.

Looking upwards from the palm of your hand, what comes into view is a still young face with a low level of cultivation. However, the robe on his body is quite good, and the pill in his hand is of top grade.

The boy was only thirteen or fourteen years old. When he saw the white-haired monk looking at him, he smiled and was very cheerful and optimistic. "Senior, I still have some elixirs here. Hang in there a little longer. The monks from the Floating Palace, other immortal gates, and cities will definitely be here soon."

"When the time comes, we will definitely defeat these demons!"

The young man was full of vigor and vitality. Even though the demons before him were like dark clouds covering the sun, and even though his spiritual power had long been dried up, he still had an indomitable enthusiasm and courage to move forward.

The white-haired monk is a casual cultivator. He does not have the innocence of a young boy. He has already seen through the outcome of this city and this battle.

But he didn't point it out.

He simply took the pill from the boy's hand, and handed him a lavender talisman with a bright smile.

"Take it. This is a small teleportation talisman that I accidentally found a few years ago. I'm going to repay you for giving me a pill."

The white-haired monk naturally also had spirit stones, but at this moment the spirit stones were of no meaning at all. They were not as good as a pill to restore spiritual power or a powerful talisman.

Especially a small teleportation talisman like this one, which can randomly teleport the user to a nearby talisman, is simply a life-saving weapon in daily life.

It is also a good trump card on the battlefield right now.

"This is too expensive, senior, I can't accept it. I want to give this elixir to you." The young man shook his hands repeatedly with sincerity in his heart.

The white-haired monk stuffed the small teleportation talisman into the young man's arms without saying a word, then swallowed the pill. His figure disappeared from the spot and appeared at the edge of the formation, continuing to kill the densely packed demons over and over again.

How could a Qi-refining cultivator be any match for a Foundation-building cultivator? The young man who was forced to bear the small teleportation talisman looked at the white-haired cultivator from afar, and in the end he could only shout, "Senior! Come to me if you need any elixirs!"

The white-haired old man didn't even turn his head, as if he didn't hear it.

The young man could only get closer to the white-haired old man and try his best to kill the demons.

There are tens of thousands of demons outside Jingxiao City, but only a few hundred cultivators inside the city.

It has been able to hold out until now, relying on the formation commanded by the Nascent Soul cultivators to keep the demon army firmly out.

The monks in the city only need to rely on the protection of the formation and attack the demons that are attacking the formation from time to time.

However, the demon army was large, and there were at least one Nascent Soul demon cultivator attacking the city. Even though Jingxiao City had Xiyun Zhenjun in charge and the formation was also quite good, it was still difficult to truly make it impregnable. Under the fearless attack of the demon army, parts of Jingxiao City's formation were broken from time to time.

Before the formation was repaired, the demon army naturally would not miss this opportunity, and they all rushed into the formation through the broken corner.

The cultivators of Jingxiao City had to block the broken corner of the formation and clear out the demons that rushed in.

As time went on, even with the support of a large formation, the cultivators of Jingxiao City were still exhausted and suffered heavy casualties.

In just three days, the city's reserves of elixirs, talismans, and magical instruments, which had already been consumed in large quantities in the previous battles, were beginning to be stretched to the limit.

A casual cultivator like the white-haired monk is even more financially strapped.

And at this moment in Jingxiao City, there are many cultivators like him.

Even the True Lord Xiyun, as everyone called him, was not in a good situation at this moment.

The great formation of Jingxiao City usually relies on spirit stones to operate and has the most basic defensive capabilities, but if it is to exert its maximum power, it still needs a Nascent Soul cultivator to enter the formation and continuously supply the formation with spiritual consciousness and spiritual power in order to truly control the formation.

With tens of thousands of demon cultivators and several Nascent Soul demon cultivators attacking the city, even with the help of a large formation, True Lord Xiyun's consciousness was already nearly exhausted and his spiritual power was almost gone.

Now, he can only rely on elixirs to maintain the operation of the formation.

Three days ago, True Lord Xiyun, who had a rosy face and a bright aura, now holds an array plate in his hand, his face is pale and his aura is gloomy.

Not far away, Master Xiyun's disciple, Master Zhiyu, hurried to Master Xiyun, with an expression of grief that was hard to conceal on his beautiful face.

"Master, the teleportation array has been prepared, and thousands of cultivators and mortals have been sent into the array."

Master Xiyun raised his eyes, with a hint of fatigue in them, "Can you choose according to my requirements?"

Master Zhiyu's eyes dimmed slightly, and he nodded, "Mortals should put children first, while cultivators should put talent first, so don't make it public."

"Okay, where are my Fuyou Palace disciples?"

"Forty-six disciples whose cultivation is not yet in the middle stage of Qi Refining have been sent to the formation."

"Zhiyu, you should also go to the magic circle. I will break the forbidden barrier in a quarter of an hour. You must seize the opportunity to leave then!"

True Lord Xiyun knew very well that Jingxiao City was doomed.

The demon army has been unable to defeat the enemy even after their attacks, and recently three Nascent Soul demon cultivators have used magic weapons to break the formation.

This weapon is extremely powerful and is specifically designed to break formations. To operate it requires three Nascent Soul cultivators to infuse their bodies with demonic energy. Within three days, the magic weapon only showed its power once, which brought the Jingxiao City's defense formation to the brink of collapse.

It also caused the True Lord Xiyun, who was in charge of the formation, to suffer a backlash and be injured, and he has not had a chance to recover yet.

Now, a day has passed, and the magic weapon is about to be successfully activated again. This time, Master Xiyun is no longer sure that he can keep the formation intact.

In this case, we can only burn our boats and fight to the death, to survive and to be in a desperate situation.

When the magic weapon attacked the city, she would take the initiative to unlock the formation. In this way, she could first kill the three Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators who activated the magic weapon, and avoid being seriously injured by the backlash of the magic weapon that broke the formation while maintaining the formation.

After the magic weapon's attack was over, she would use the spirit stone to activate the formation, and then she would use herself as bait to go out and meet the enemy.

By then, she will be able to break open a path and temporarily break the blockade between Jingxiao City and the outside world.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the teleportation array of Jingxiao City can also be opened once to teleport some people of Jingxiao City out.

As for how she was going to carve out a way to survive among several Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators and tens of thousands of demon armies, True Lord Xiyun did not say, and True Lord Zhiyu did not dare to ask.

Before leaving, she knelt before Master Xiyun and kowtowed three times solemnly.

"Disciple... farewell to Master!"

  As a disciple, Zhiyu Zhenren should have lived and died together with his master Xiyun Zhenjun, but compared to living and dying together, what Zhiyu Zhenren wanted to do more was to survive and then kill all those demons!

Fight until death!