Chapter 106 Slaughterhouse

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The thunder shook the sky and burst, and the sound of explosions continued. Yuyang Mountain was shrouded by the raised flying sand and stones, and the forests turned into nothing. The shock waves forced everyone to retreat again. After countless electric sparks shone, the mask immediately trembled violently, and the golden color of the rune on the surface was sharply dimmed.

"Do it!"

Under the first attack of their respective suzerains, all the disciples of the five demon sects woke up from the power of the thunderstorm and re-entered the attack of the wind.

Under the uninterrupted attacks of countless swordsmanship and magic weapons, the strong wind finally began to break and collapse. The demon allied forces saw that success was in sight, and the pace of the attack became faster and faster.

The remaining disciples of Zuzhou finally poured out from everywhere. Under the leadership of their respective patriarchs, they held magic weapons and stood at the other end of the prohibition. With red eyes, he stared at the strong enemy outside the mountain gate, waiting for the mountain protection ban to be broken, and the two sides will meet each other.

Almost at the same time as the strong wind broke up, there was also a rumble of thunder in the distance, and large areas of dark clouds gathered together, rolling up like rolling waves, killing!

Did the army of the demon world arrive?

Standing high, Dian An immediately exchanged eyes with several of his peers beside him, and he saw something was wrong in each other's eyes.

At this time, the mountain protection ban made a sour cracking sound, and the ancestral monks in the front finally fought with the enemy, and immediately both sides were killed and injured. Due to the narrowness of the mountain gate, ordinary blows can often attack several people at the same time. The disciples of the major door-to-door disciples have been red. Since the beginning of the invasion of the demon world without warning, those who can live to this day have been the elites of all factions. Now on the front line of life and death, there is no reason not to work hard, so the melee is to practice. The casualties of the magician are even worse.

The monks in the demon world continue to attack from the air and the ground as if they don't want their lives. Even if the monks of Zuzhou fight back, they can't stop the pressure of the other party's army. In an instant, hundreds of Zuzhou monks in the front were bombarded into meat dregs, and the yuan god who had no time to escape was also swallowed down by the magicians.

As the temporary leader selected by the major door-to-door promotion in Zuzhou, Dian'an repeatedly bombarded several high-level magicians who bypassed the sides to sneak attack, and had to attract everyone to retreat while fighting.

At this moment, someone in the distant air shouted, "Master Huang, where are you going!"

Dian'an looked up and saw that he didn't know when a door-to-door suzerain surnamed Huang, who was still standing beside him, had flown out of the melee and was rapidly leaving the war zone. And in the army of the demon world, several demons also flew out at the first time. Several people took action at the same time, and the magic weapons flew together. The patriarch surnamed Huang just snorted and burst, leaving no ashes.

Dian An was secretly shocked. Seeing that most of the monks who were forced to the top of the mountain were full of blood, and many people's eyes showed a tragic look, but the rolling magician still couldn't see the end. He suddenly shouted:

"Guys of Zuzhou, the demon world is trying to catch us all, and there is no intention to let us go out alive. Since they won't let us live, why don't we fight with them today and survive the dead!"

At present, these people are all the remaining elites in Zuzhou. If the demon world was willing to recruit them, they would have surrendered long ago. Unfortunately, the demon world can allow those subordinates and immortal families to surrender, but they will never accept them, because behind them are sects that have been passed down for tens of thousands of years. Who is not afraid of the burning weed spring breeze? So the sect that has brought them countless glory, at this moment, only brings them death.

In this battle, there is only survival in death!

At this time, if you can run together in the crowd, it will undoubtedly ensure your own safety, just like the sheep on the grassland meet a lion. There is no fool in the monks who can live until now. The end of the suzerain surnamed Huang leaving the camp without authorization is in front of them. They naturally understand the words that more people are more powerful. At this time, when Dian An said this, a blazing fire appeared in many people's eyes. It was the fire of survival, which was enough to ignite the field.

The dark clouds from afar rolled in, and the muffled thunder hit the hearts of the monks, leaving them running out of time. The dark clouds are less than a hundred miles away from Yuyang Mountain. The fierce sound of drums in mid-air is thundering, killing countless monks from the dark clouds. The light emitted by the flying sword magic weapon will once again shine like noon on Yuyang Mountain, which has fallen into darkness.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Thousands of monks led by Dian'an drove the magic weapon into the air at the same time, like a mass of ice water rushing into the big oil pot of the demon cultivation army, which immediately stirred up countless waves. Under the leadership of Dian An and other Yuanying monks, the magicians who thought they were winning were immediately hit hard, and the iron barrel-like front was immediately torn open a gap, but the gap was filled in an instant.

The man in purple robe standing on the head of the cloud snorted coldly in the mask, and Meng Ruqing and other demon masters beside him also felt a little ashamed. In their eyes, the monks of Zuzhou were like a dead wood, which broke with the wind. Unexpectedly, after such a long attack, they let the other party kill a bloody road.

"Please rest assured, messenger, we will never let an ancestral monk escape from here!"

Now several suzerains rushed out at the same time and took the first Dian An people in the other side's camp.

Under the bombardment of countless swords and magic weapons, the disciples of Zuzhou came to the door with heavy casualties. They fell from the sky like rain and fell into meat cakes. Even if someone is seriously injured and does not die, someone will immediately come forward to make up for a blow, so once it is hit, it represents the end of life.

The roar and screams have become the main theme here. The sky looks at all sentient beings indifferently and Yuyang Mountain, which has become a Shura slaughterhouse.

Dian An saw that the camp of the monks was getting smaller and smaller, and the magicians around him could not see the end. His heart tightened and blocked a sword spirit from Meng Ruqing from afar. He immediately twisted his body and gritted his teeth and shouted, "At this point, everyone broke through separately. At least leave some seeds for Zuzhou's immortal world! The disciples of Yunwu Sect, come with me!"

The remnants of the monks of Yunwu Sect have been following him all the time, and they immediately responded when they heard his shouting. These first-to-door monks in Zuzhou have been the main force in the camp since the beginning of the war. Relying on their high cultivation, they followed Dian'an's left and right in the fleeing crowd, dodged several annihilation disasters, and rushed a path towards the defense weakness of the demon cultivation army.

Some fast-acting monks also saw that the situation was not good, and they left the brigade one after another and looked for their own way to survive. The whole Zuzhou monk's camp completely collapsed.

Xiu Weigao has long left his peers and escaped alone. When the rest wanted to escape separately, they had been surrounded by the army of the demon world. Under the division and siege, it was only a matter of time before the whole army was destroyed.

Blood gradually dyed every inch of the land of Yuyang Mountain.

In the distance of the regiment, a group of people stood on the cloud and watched the killing. An old man led by him said to Wen Yan, a middle-aged man who was also wearing a purple robe but without a mask:

"Shenjun, there are still some remnants of the ancestral monks who have slipped away. Did you send us to pursue? Meng Ruqing's five allied forces are just small roles. If we want to eliminate all the monks in Zuzhou, we can only do it when we come to the demon world!"

The man known as the god king smiled silently when he heard the words and said, "The highest cultivation among the monks of Zuzhou is the Yuanying period. There is no need for trouble to come to the door. It's funny to say that since he ran away a god monk outside the floating island, there has been no second ancestral god monk so far. Presumably they have been at peace for many years, and they have long forgotten that their cultivation should be improved in the battle!"

The old man beside him also laughed and said, "That's not true. I heard that there is a legend in the ancestral world of cultivation of immortals. It is said that this continent has been cursed, so it can't be allowed to let the monks work hard, and they can't break through the cultivation of the divine period!"

"It's really ridiculous, hahaha..." The man looked up to the sky and smiled, and at the same time waved his hand to the old man beside him to send an order: "All the elders and disciples of the five sects in the demon world will attack and pursue the remnants of the ancestral monks. Be sure to cut the grass and eradicate it."

Dian'an led the remnants of the Yunwu Sect to repel a group of intercepted demons and gallop with all his strength in the air, trying to leave the Shura slaughterhouse behind him far away. The dignity of monks and the safety of the ancestral fairyland are all erased by the bloody killing just now. Those who can survive have only one wish, that is: escape!

After flying for two hours, everyone who flew with all his strength finally couldn't stand it. After all, it was several battles in a row. Even if the continuous supplement of spiritual jade, the consumption of real power was unsustainable. Dian'an, the highest cultivation, was also a little pale, so everyone found a secluded valley and landed to rest.

Looking around, there were less than a hundred disciples of Yunwu Sect who followed him, with ragged clothes and a depressed expression. Even he still has two elders left in him. If it hadn't been for the previous two elders who had self-exploded the yuan god to stop the enemy, I'm afraid that these people would have been destroyed by the whole army. Yunwu Sect, which had been inherited for ten thousand years, had fallen here, and Dian An couldn't help sighed.

"This is the jade pot elixir in my door, which can quickly replenish Zhenyuan. Let's take it! It's not safe here yet. Let's take a break and continue on our way.

He took out more than a dozen small porcelain bottles from the storage bag, poured out all the elixir inside, and divided them to the people around him.

On the way? Where else can I go? After this battle, basically all the door-to-door fairy mountains were swept away by the army of the demon world. The people who were originally dedicated to survival suddenly found that Zuzhou no longer belonged to them, and many people's eyes were confused.

Dian'an is now the backbone of everyone. Everyone has vaguely regarded him as the suzerain of the Yunwu Sect. Under the expectation of everyone, he thought for a while and finally gritted his teeth and said:

"We can't stay in Zuzhou anymore. The only way out is to go to sea!"