Simulating Immortals: Embody Cthulhu at the beginning

Chapter 33 033 [Is everyone else dead? ! 】

A strong mountain wind whizzed past, dispelling the bloody smell in the forest.

The shadow under the shade of the tree has long since disappeared, as if it has never appeared before.

The five Xianmen disciples showed the expressions of the rest of their lives after a catastrophe, tightly gripped the blade in their hands, and sat down on the ground panting heavily.

Although it is not known exactly what happened, there is no doubt that they survived.

"Brother Qi, what shall we do next?"

"Cough cough!"

An older young man held his chest and coughed a few times, suddenly raised his head and said in a hoarse voice: "Go, go and find out if there are any other sect disciples nearby."

"The monster races are appearing more and more frequently, and more people must be gathered to have a chance to rush out!"

After taking the elixir and adjusting their breath, the five people who finally regained some strength quickly cleaned up the battlefield and began to search for traces of other immortal disciples.

……

The sun is getting higher and higher, and murderous threats are everywhere in the mountains and forests.

Fierce encounters or ambush battles happened suddenly, whether it was the disciples of the immortal sect or the monks of the monster clan, each had their own winners and losers.

All kinds of explosions and the clanging of swords and swords that came out one after another scared all the birds in a radius of a hundred miles and flew around like headless flies.

The towering trees that fell from time to time and the movement like the earth shaking made some beasts that smelled danger have to form a huge team to migrate outward.

In the mountains and forests, flocks of frightened birds and beasts can be seen running wildly, and the places they pass are in a mess.

The current situation is very clear.

This low mountain, which is far away from the tiankeng and just on the way back to the temporary residence of the human race "Mingquan Valley", has now become a hiding place for all the races and monster races within a radius of hundreds of miles.

In the face of unprecedented changes, the monks of the two nearby clans were gathering rapidly, and each of them began to hold together to survive.

After all, except for a freak like Su Yun whose combat power far exceeds the performance of the realm.

Even a few foundation-building monks and monster soldiers who happen to appear on this battlefield cannot defeat dozens of opponents in the late stage of Qi refining at the same time.

There are too many ants and it can kill an elephant, let alone a group of practitioners with different methods and not weak strength?
The human race and the monster race have been fighting for tens of thousands of years, and both sides acquiesced to an unwritten rule.

That is to be able to enter the Northern Wilderness Battlefield, and the cultivation base must reach the late stage of Qi Refining.

Those with a lower cultivation level can only stay outside the battlefield honestly, so as not to give away military exploits and cultivation resources to the enemy.

Although the difference in combat power between the three phases of the Qi refining period is not as large as imagined, it is by no means easily bridged.

And now this large-scale war initiated by the Yaozu is coming to an end.

The main force of the monster clan has long retreated outside the battle line, facing off against the high-level combat power of the human race across the city.

At present, on the vast and boundless wasteland of tens of thousands of miles.

Except for the monks who were ordered to guard their temporary residences, or old coins like Fushan who had received special tasks.

Existence above the normal golden core stage will never appear!
Otherwise, once it is sensed by the opponent's high-ranking monk, it will be a death sentence immediately under the attack of the soul!
Even for the foundation-building monks and monster soldiers, only those who failed to gain enough benefits in the previous battle and were generally weak would come here to peck at each other.

The purpose is also to get more military exploits and get the food for cultivation and promotion.

Under such a situation, it only took a short day for both the monster monks and the immortal disciples to gather a large-scale team.

Before the sun had completely set, the disciples of Xianmen had already built a temporary camp with a total of more than two hundred people.

This is undoubtedly very beneficial to Fushan's next infiltration plan.

However, Fushan's mood was unprecedentedly bad.

Even the last time Su Yun used the mythical form to assassinate him, his eyes turned into tentacles, and the moving "noodles" on his face never made him so angry!

The reason is very simple.

Because under Fushan's repeated spiritual scans and inspections, in the temporary camp dozens of miles away, no matter how the number of monster monks was counted, it was only in the early [-]s.

And according to the news reported by his subordinates, this is already more than half of all the low-level monster races within a radius of hundreds of miles!
"What the hell is going on?"

"What about our people, does anyone dare to disobey orders?!"

Facing Fushan Lei Ting's furious spiritual consciousness sound transmission, several monster soldiers in the center of the monster clan team immediately knelt down on the ground with innocent faces.

"My lord's lesson!"

"I sent an order as early as last night, and all the sons who received the summons rushed over as quickly as possible. The ones who didn't arrive were indeed because the distance was too far, but they will definitely arrive tomorrow."

Hearing such an answer, Fushan became more and more angry.

"Am I asking you this?!"

He barely suppressed the anger in his heart, and said in an extremely cold voice: "I'm asking why you only have so few people?!"

"Is everyone else dead?!"

The four demon soldiers looked at each other in blank dismay, and after a long while, the leader demon soldier lowered his head helplessly and kowtowed.

While kowtowing, he replied aggrievedly: "Reporting to my lord, they are indeed dead..."

Fu Shan was startled when he heard the words.

The next moment, a ferocious, brutal, and bloody terrifying aura suddenly came down from the air.

The monster soldier who replied felt like he was in a raging ocean tide, his whole body was bearing a huge force of tens of thousands of catties, and the air he breathed in was filled with a chill that pierced his bones.

Feeling this aura like a volcanic eruption, the other three demon soldiers who were lucky enough not to be affected also threw their bodies to the ground, not daring to breathe.

A chilling voice, like ice for thousands of years, asked again: "How did you die? Just rely on those weak human monks?!"

"joke!"

Fushan's stern tone suddenly changed, and there was an extremely proud emotion in his voice.

"If it weren't for the fact that the number of human races always dominates, how many of our holy race's opponents are facing the enemy head-on with their weak physical bodies?!"

"Look up and tell me honestly, is there any other powerful foundation-building cultivator who made a move?"

"Find him for me, and I will crush him to ashes!"

The consciousness like a sharp blade hanging from the top suddenly landed on the four demon soldiers, almost scaring their souls out.

"Return...return...report to my lord!"

The leader demon soldier poured down cold sweat like a waterfall, and raised his head tremblingly.

He collected himself and replied with as clear a voice as possible: "The human race, we have already checked, and there are only three foundation-building monks in their team, all of them are human foundation-building, not even a single stronger one. "

"Humble and others have personally tested it, and there is absolutely no falsehood."

After these words were uttered, the tsunami-like aura that had been hanging over his head suddenly stagnated, and after a long time, it was finally withdrawn silently.

The four demon soldiers still didn't dare to neglect, and waited for a long time before they dared to stand up.

"grown ups?"

One of the guys had the courage to ask a question tentatively, but the surroundings were dead silent, and there was no more movement.

After a moment.

Five Xuanyunzong disciples appeared outside the temporary camp built by the monks of Xianmen with scars all over their bodies.

After a few simple formation scans and identity check procedures, they successfully walked into this temporary camp surrounded by large invisible formations and soundproof formations.

Su Yun, who was sitting under a big tree concentrating on comprehending the sword art, suddenly opened his eyes, and in his sight were five clusters of "spiritual body threads".

Illusory black lines swarmed out layer by layer, extending to the invisible sky above the head, and the number was one-third more than that of human monks!

[Wang Qi Deduction] started, Su Yun changed his perspective and looked at the five "Xuan Yunzong disciples" again.

A few lines of unusually conspicuous text quickly appeared on the light curtain in front of him.

[Wang Tiezhu: Disciple of Xuanyun Sect Outer Sect (Monster Soldier of Xiaofeng Tribe in Manghuang Demon Kingdom · Hutu)]

[Zhang Ergou: Disciple of Xuanyun Sect Outer Sect (Monster Soldier of Xiaofeng Tribe in Manghuang Demon Kingdom·Ajiu)]

[Liu Dafu: Disciple of the Xuanyun Sect Outer Sect (Monster Soldier of the Saofeng Tribe in the Desolate Demon Kingdom Shanteng)]

[Liu Dahai: Disciple of Xuanyun Sect Outer Sect (Monster Soldier of Xiaofeng Tribe in Manghuang Demon Kingdom Tiemu)]

[Li San: Disciple of Xuanyun Sect Outer Sect (No.30 Seven Demon Generals of Xiaofeng Tribe of Manghuang Yaoguo · Fushan)]

(End of this chapter)