Everyone is a demon, why are you covered in holy light?.

Chapter 215: A Dead Fellow Daoist Never Dies a Poor Daoist!Eggs of apple snails!
There are too many monsters.

In an instant, Yang An understood the intentions of those behind the scenes in the city.

In order to prevent the monks from being cowardly before the battle, they secretly moved their hands and feet, causing these guys to lose their minds without knowing it, and the more they beat them, the more they beat them, and they would not take it seriously even if they died.

In this way, the cultivator's side can be consumed against the monster's side in a short period of time, and there will be no loss of morale and no panic.

As long as the two sides are exhausted to a certain extent, the great powers on both sides will also make a move, and the world will be decided in one fell swoop. At the same time, there is a high probability that Shifang City can be defended.

Otherwise, if you don't do anything, why do you mobilize so many monks?Come to the play?
In the final analysis, regardless of your cultivation level, anyone who stands here counts as one, and in the eyes of those who are truly superior, they are all cannon fodder.

The current situation is also in line with Yang An's guess. Almost all the monks have completely entered the state of not fearing life and death, and they are desperately using various means to fight against the demon.

Some monks even directly activated the pain increase to delay the cost and maximize their own attack power.

Some have already suffered a price attack, and even went completely crazy, even their teammates started to attack.

The scene was chaotic, and the chaos couldn't be further increased.

The same is true in the monster, the battle between the two sides even gradually began to evolve into a four-way melee:
Demons and monks, sober and unconscious, crazy and sane, able to fight and unable to fight.

Not long after, they were completely mixed together, and it was hard to tell who hit whom.

There were also some monks beside Yang An howling in pain. The situation of the attack was a bit tragic, and they even fell to the ground and rolled all over the floor.

There are also monks who have begun to kill randomly, regardless of whether they are enemies or friends, and some even come towards Yang An.

It's just that a black light emanates from Yang An's body, covering the whole body for several meters, making it impossible for these guys to get close to him, so he gave up.

Looking at the current situation, everyone has been affected. This influence is likely to come from the power of rules, which is almost undetectable.

If it wasn't for Niang Gong biting him, he might not be able to wake up in time.

Yang An felt that he couldn't just stand like this, he had to do something, otherwise others would be affected, but he had nothing to do, and he would be discovered easily.

It's just that the light-type spells of this body, the Baoguang Liuli Purification Technique and the Secret Curse of Darkness are not bad, once the other spells are used, they will be range-based attacks that do not distinguish between the enemy and the enemy.

I'm afraid that a bunch of monks will die before the monster is hurt, and it will be easy to be seen as light magic, and the source must be locked on him to pry into his secrets.

If you have time in the future, you must practice a few more physical arts or body training methods, so that you can well cover up your own details.

As for the present, Yang An thought about it, and immediately reached out to touch the lower back, and touched the spinal cord really feather.

After a burst of heart-pounding sourness, he pulled out the true feather of the spinal cord.

The huge feathers composed of red and white wings looked like a strange long knife in the hand, and countless white feathers flew out like sharp short blades.

Although it has been irrigated and baptized by a lot of blood, the current true feather of the spinal cord is still in its infancy.

Yang An didn't know when the spinal cord real feathers would evolve to the next stage.

But this is obviously a good thing. The more blood needed for evolution, it means that the next stage must be very strong, and Yang An is also looking forward to it.

Although it is still in its infancy, Bai Yu's controllable distance has reached more than ten meters, which can barely be regarded as being able to fight the enemy at a medium distance.

Yang An quickly found a place with relatively few demons and monks, and started fishing.

Countless white feathers fluttered continuously in the mid-air, and every now and then, they secretly hit the approaching monsters, and then disappeared quickly.

Of course, in such a huge battle, the white feather that flew out would inevitably be affected.

The slender tendons that were originally connected to the white feather will break when they accidentally touch the attack.

Fortunately, the true feather of the spinal cord was originally a part of Yang An's physical body, and it also possesses immortality. Even if it breaks, it can be restored in the blink of an eye.

He is like an assassin hiding in the dark, hiding himself perfectly.

The battle between the demon and the monk became more and more intense, and both sides had already fought the real fire, using all means of fighting, sparing no effort.

Even though most of the two sides are above the Visceral Stone Realm and have immortality, it is inevitable that there will be casualties under the cover of intensive attacks.

Many monks died, but more demons died.

In comparison, monks still have many advantages, at least in terms of combat, they are more flexible than monsters.

And as the battle became more and more intense, the entire area outside Shifang City had become a purgatory on earth, with blood flowing like rivers.

Even the walls of Shifang City collapsed one after another, almost unable to hold on, and the ground was devastated and a mess.

As time went by, more and more casualties occurred on both sides.

Yang An also silently calculated that he had killed more than ten monsters in troubled waters, but the number of monks who died in his hands had reached more than 20...

He can't be blamed for this, these guys hit the top, they don't care who is around them, Yang An can only passively choose to resist, anyway, dead friends don't die poor people.

Looking at this posture, if we continue to fight like this, I don't know how long it will last.

But just when Yang An was a little worried, there was a sudden violent vibration between the sky and the earth.

Suddenly, a huge black shadow appeared in the demon's camp.

The black shadow covered the sky and the sun, and was as high as a hundred feet. The huge shadow even enveloped countless monks.

It was a stone statue with a very strange appearance, rising from the ground, with six huge arms twisted behind it to form an encircling shape, embracing nothingness.

At the top of the stone statue is a huge head with no eyes or nose, only a big bloody mouth, bottomless.

At the moment when the stone statue appeared, countless squirming black veins spread out from under its feet in all directions, quickly extended out, and appeared under the feet of a large number of monsters.

All the monsters that were touched immediately seemed to be imprisoned, and they stood there motionless in a daze.

Immediately after that, in the blink of an eye, a large amount of meridian-like flesh and blood quickly wrapped the monsters, and soon shrank, and all the veins spreading along the ground poured into the stone statue.

Immediately, a huge black ball formed among the six arms surrounding the stone statue.

At the same time, black smoke began to emit from the big mouth on the stone statue's face, as if something was about to be ejected from it.

Just seeing the moment when the stone statue appeared, Yang An immediately realized something was wrong.

This is obviously the monster's side started to use a big move, he must leave here as much as possible to avoid being affected.

Thoughts flashed in his mind, Yang An immediately stopped hesitating and grabbed a monk who had just recovered his physical body to stand in front of him. Amid the monk's bewildered expression, he quickly turned into a black shadow and headed towards Shifang City against him .

In this case, he was not the one who took the lead and ran first, but someone else took the lead.

Just as Yang An returned to Shifang City, he threw away the monk who was still in a daze, and ran deeper into the city.

Rumbling--

Suddenly there was a deafening explosion from behind, followed by a huge black shadow instantly covering half of Shifang City.

Yang An subconsciously looked back, and couldn't help swallowing.

The huge stone statue opened its mouth wide, and among the six arms embracing behind it, the black ball had disappeared, replaced by a gigantic strange thing that appeared on the wall of Shifang City.

The strange thing seemed to be composed of countless sarcoids. It was obviously a huge ball, but the surface was covered with red bumps.

If Yang An insisted on giving a description, it would be like the eggs of apple snails that he often saw in his previous life. The red eggs that can be seen everywhere by the river are suddenly falling on the walls of Shifang City at a fast speed. superior.

Just heard a bang!
The strange thing exploded immediately, and a large amount of pink slime exploded from it, covering the sky and covering the sun, like a raging wave, drowning all the monks and demons below.

All the monks and monsters touched by the mucus immediately grew dense red bumps all over their bodies at a speed visible to the naked eye, just like that strange thing.

　I informed in advance in the group today that I will pick up my sister at the high-speed rail station in the afternoon, so the update will be very late.

　　One more chapter later.

　　It’s so dark every day, I don’t know how to adjust it back

　　
　
(End of this chapter)