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Wuya Sword Sect, before sunset.

The villagers of Hongfeng Town, who go out in the morning and return home in the evening, return home from the cultivated fields as always. Walking on the country road, the two sides are filled with grass, soil and the fragrance of flowers, which is pleasant and leisurely.

A stone fell into the shallow stream with a "plop", causing a splash of water.

An old man was hunched over, carrying a soil-covered hoe, and walking slowly with his cattle, stopping from time to time to wait for the cattle to eat the grass on the roadside.

The two urchins chased each other, laughing and playing on the path. From time to time they would kick a small stone on the road, or pick a dog's tail and plait it into a rabbit.

"Hahaha, Erniu, you run so slowly, come and chase me!"

The little fat man who was called Erniu gasped. After hearing his friend's "provocation", he immediately raised his hand and said loudly: "I don't run slowly! I will catch you soon!"

The two shadows are reflected on the water along with the blue sky, flowers and grass. Everything is so harmonious and beautiful.

However, suddenly, the sky became dark, the earth became dark, the clouds gathered, and the whole world fell into darkness.

The old man holding the ox raised his head and looked at the sky, his hoarse voice filled with doubts: "Is this... going to rain?"

Seeing the dark clouds lowering, he quickly picked up a wooden stick from the roadside, whipped the grazing cows, and shouted in dialect: "You two, stop playing around, come back quickly, it depends on the weather." It’s raining!”

The two children looked at each other, curled their lips, and responded regretfully in unison: "Oh~ I know, Grandpa~"

Seeing that the two children were no longer noisy, the old man followed behind, looking at the sky from time to time and saying to himself: "It's really strange. Why did it become so dark all of a sudden? I'm afraid there's going to be a heavy rain..."

He looked up inadvertently, and three streaks of light flew across the sky like meteors and flew into the misty mountains behind the town.

The old man rubbed his eyes, and his cloudy eyes widened a little, but he saw nothing this time.

"Are they the immortals who can wield swords?"

He said to himself, but he was extremely sure in his heart.

Hongfeng Town enjoys good weather and has not been attacked by monsters for a hundred years. Everyone knows that it is the blessing of the immortals who live in the town.

But in the past, the immortal who never used their sword when coming and going, why was he so anxious today?
The old man was puzzled. Looking at the increasingly gloomy sky, he felt uneasy that a storm was about to come.

Immediately, he whipped the cow with a stick and urged the two children with ink stains to go home.

On this day, no matter what, it will be safe to go home.

Between the clouds, the wind rustled.

Yue Li watched Wu Lingjun take out a pocket golden bell from Qiankun's sleeve, cast a spell to cover it in Hongfeng Town, and said: "This bell cannot protect this town."

When the Demon God was born, his anger and overwhelming demonic energy were enough to burn hundreds of miles around, even the Wuya Sword Sect was no exception.

Wu Lingjun said calmly: "Not being able to protect is one way of saying it, not being able to protect it is another way of saying it."

The sound of immortality is a piece of faith.

A belief is a strength.

This is one of the reasons why God is powerful.

The power of faith is the main way for future generations to grow as gods.

Of course, as a beast god, Wu Lingjun's meager faith was not enough for him to reverse his occupation, but who asked them to call him an immortal?
As the saying goes, if you want to protect it, just protect it. There are not so many reasons.

Yue Li raised her eyebrows: "I'm just stating the facts."

Wu Lingjun turned around and smiled, "What I said is also true."

"arrive."

Feeling the thin spiritual energy in the space, the God of War spoke out.

The argument between the two ended here.

"Fragments of the Kunlun Secret Realm?" Yue Li asked in surprise.

Wu Lingjun touched his nose, said nothing, coughed twice, and abruptly changed the subject: "Well, what, I didn't expect that the devil can grow during the sealing period, and can extract spiritual energy across the space." "This is very strange. It's good for our situation." The God of War frowned.

Suddenly, a circle of ripples appeared in the space, a black void slowly formed, and red demonic energy began to overflow.

Yue Li was slightly stunned, as if she couldn't believe it: "How could it be!? The time has been advanced?"

Wu Lingjun's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and the cyan spiritual power was already brewing in his hands.

The God of War looked serious. I don’t know when he started. The spiritual ball in his hand seemed to have been rubbed, and he transformed into a fairy sword to slay evil spirits.

There was no way, his old buddy Jing Lan refused to follow him, so he could only dig out Zhu Xie from the bottom of the box to temporarily make up for the trouble of not having weapons.

Jinglan, this guy, is more or less a bit forgetful.

When things are over, he will go to the lotus pond to change his gender, and maybe he can renew his relationship with Jinglan.

After all, Zhu Xie is just an ordinary high-grade artifact, and its compatibility cannot be compared with his half-life artifact Jinglan.

At the same time, Yue Li held an osmanthus branch with a delicate fragrance. His weapon was naturally his body.

In other words, his body is the strongest weapon.

As for Wu Lingjun, he hunted with his bare hands and robes, carrying the demeanor of an outsider.

Yueli had never seen Wu Lingjun use weapons, so she asked casually: "Where is your half-life artifact?"

Against the Demon God, their winning rate was not even half, but Qingheng was leisurely and leisurely, not even sacrificing weapons. Could there be some key to victory?
Regarding this, the God of War, who fought side by side with Wu Lingjun in Ruoshui, said: "Which mythical beast have you ever seen dancing with a spear and wielding a sword?"

The three gods faced the bloody storm and stood above the clouds, remaining unmoved and resisting the source of the disaster.

"he came."

……

……

The sword light sword reflected the scarlet blood moon, and a group of men in black who were agile and cautious moved silently across the battlefield.

They went back and forth on the battlefield, welcoming fallen warriors back to the city one after another.

Their identity is to welcome generals.

Every soldier who sacrifices heroically will have their name engraved on the general's monument and will be famous throughout the ages.

The number of deaths is increasing, multiplying.

One hundred and fifty-six people were killed, 339 were seriously injured, and the rest needed rest.

The long battle made their physical condition worse and worse. Exhaustion and overdraft made them unable to do their best.

The disciples of the sect are in slightly better condition, but they cannot continue fighting, otherwise it will only bring more negative effects.

This is the situation in Chishui City.

The remaining cities, including Yunzhong, Jiangling, Suyou and Fengcheng, are in better condition.

Small cities such as Danyue, Fufeng, Huaishui, and Eucalyptus have been conquered and occupied by the demon army.

Most of the large cities are still in the midst of a bitter battle. The situation is either unknown or tragic, with countless casualties.

Everyone fought back desperately, because once the city was breached, the safe places where the people were hiding would no longer be safe.

In the picture sent back from a soldier in Danyue City, the safe place has become a sea of ​​blood. The demons brutally killed their compatriots, devoured their flesh and organs, and bathed in the blood of the corpses.

The scene is bloody and hideous.

What is even more chilling and frightening is that this is what is happening.

(End of this chapter)