Chapter 245 Short Soldiers Embed

After Shi Lei followed Lang Wuji to the east coast in an airship to help, he divided the patriarchs and elders of each faction into three parts, Haotian led the road, the Phantom led the road, led the road, and patrolled the other three coasts. Liu Ruyan sat in the base camp and was responsible for contacting all departments.

Lang Wuji's road is the weakest, but it has the largest number of people. There should not be too many mistakes in the face of the striker of the demon army. What's more, Shi Lei's journey is not far from them, and they can support them at any time.

Even so, everyone looked anxious along the way, and they couldn't wait for the empty ship to arrive in an instant. The disciples of all factions talked about it, and their faces were full of nervousness.

"Sister, is this a war? With the cultivation of these people, I'm afraid it's more bad and less good!"

"Brother, don't worry too much. As long as we can reach the East Coast and repel the magician. Then it is bound to be able to guard until the reinforcements arrive. Besides, the human world is also the place where we cultivate immortals. Those magicians are not so easy to succeed.

Looking at the anxious appearance of the disciples, Lang Wuji couldn't help comforting him, but he was also uneasy about this game.

Under Lang Wuji's full control, the whole airship flew at high speed and finally reached the east coast smoothly before disintegration.

Looking at the black demon clouds in the sky, Lang Wuji turned around and shouted at all the disciples standing on the deck:

"Today, the magicians invaded our east coast, and the foundation of the various factions in the immortal world for many years will be destroyed. Everyone should kill the enemy bravely and expel these magicians from the east coast!"

The disciples suddenly agreed.

At this time, in a dense forest on the east coast, a man was looking up at the airship overhead and said with a smile:

"The reinforcements from the immortal world came so fast, but this person is a little less."

"Pioneer, shall we take down the airship first?"

"Hey hey, don't be so anxious. Instead of fighting with them on the way, it's better to wait for them all to return to the east coast of Baiming, and then we will take them all together."

"Avant-garde vision is not as good as subordinates!"

If Lang Wuji was present, he would definitely recognize that this person known as the pioneer was one of the demon kings who killed Gui Qianqiu that day.

The demon king looked at the subordinates standing behind him and said with a smile:

"Let the brothers rest for a while and start attacking when they get off the boat!"

Several people took orders and followed the whole dense forest, as if there were countless magicians in ambush.

Seeing that no one appeared on the airship in the air, the demon king's face darkened and waved out with a black spiritual wave.

And Lang Wuji wanted to land the boat to a stable place before planning, but suddenly he felt a strong spiritual force coming. He turned around and shouted without thinking about it:

"Abandoned the ship, the sword!"

Before all the disciples understood what was going on, they were bombarded out of the airship by Lang Wuji.

After a loud "bang", only countless wood chips were left in the air where the spaceship stopped. Lang Wuji, who looked back, was shocked and thought: The East Coast has lost the great power of this blow, and there must be monks above the refining period among those who come...

You have to inform Shi Lei quickly and ask him to come to support.

Then suddenly violent spiritual power under his feet shook, and he looked down and saw that hundreds of spiritual waves of different sizes came quickly.

Lang Wuji was eager to return to the mountain, leading his disciples to resist the attack, while approaching Shi Lei at a very fast speed.

Looking at the hundreds of rapidly disappearing figures in the sky, the demon king laughed softly:

"If I don't give you a ride, how can I go back so soon!" Hey hey..."

Along the way, Lang Wuji's men saw traces of fierce fighting everywhere, and the corpses of countless immortal disciples were still scattered everywhere. Suddenly, their hearts were tight and they couldn't wait to fly to the south coast of Shi Lei's patrol.

When the South Coast finally appeared in front of everyone, everyone was shocked by the scene in front of them.

There are no beaches on the south coast, only a long mountain range between the land and the sea. The most dangerous of them is a towering mountain, called Baiming Mountain. The whole Fenglin Island is the only mountain here, which is snowy all year round, and it is not like the volcanic lava in the mainland.

On the stone steps leading to the top of the mountain, there are the corpses of disciples of various schools. The higher they go up, the blood almost dyed the whole stone steps red, which is disgusting on the white snow.

Lang Wuji only felt a nosey smell of blood rushing straight to his forehead, and suddenly attacked his heart. He shouted:

"Go down and see if there are any living people!"

Lang Wuji saw so many disciples dying in front of him, and his face was as gloomy as water. He hummed angrily and led everyone to the snow and quickly flew to the top of the mountain.

At this time, a group of people suddenly rushed out of the top of the mountain!

Everyone was caught off guard and thought that it was a magician who was ambush here. They pulled out their spiritual swords to guard one after another, but they heard Lang Wuji say:

"It's your own!"

Only then did everyone see that the elite disciples of all factions ran out of the door, and their cultivation was above Yuanying, but at this time, their bodies were also full of blood, and they could no longer see the original appearance of their clothes.

"This is not the place to talk. Follow me up the mountain!"

Seeing the crowd running out of the door, he was very excited. Lang Wuji waved his hand to stop their crying, leaving several disciples to guard the stone steps, and took the rest of the people to the fortress built on the top of the mountain.

The so-called fortress is a separate courtyard of the Immortal Cultivation School. Although the scene here is not as tragic as outside, the staggering rockery and trees can also show the intensity of the war.

Lang Wuji, who saw all this all the way, was getting more and more angry. After arriving at the hall, he waved his hand and pushed the door open fiercely.

Sitting down, Lang Wuji faced the disciples standing in front of him and asked in a low voice:

"What the hell is going on? Who will make it clear to me? Why did the defense line be lost? Didn't Shi Lei come?"

At this time, two people came out of the crowd. They were two patriarchs, Xu Changfeng and Meng Ruqing. They were responsible for staying on the East Coast. Seeing Lang Wuji asking, they naturally came forward to explain.

Xu Changfeng, with a tired face, first said:

"Report to the predecessors, the first to find that the magicians came were the disciples of the south coast. When they were sent to the east coast, the magicians had already launched an offensive. It seemed that they had long been hiding near the east coast. When I led my disciples to the South Coast, which had been half occupied by the magicians. I was worried that if there was a loss on the South Coast, I would let the disciples of the two gardens work together to defend one place.

Lang Wuji frowned when he heard the words and said in a low voice:

"Then you don't want the East Coast?"

When Meng Ruqing saw that his predecessor seemed to blame Xu Changfeng, he hurried forward and said:

"Senior, those magicians are highly cultivated. If they hadn't gathered the disciples of the two gardens together, I'm afraid the South Coast would have been lost! Even so, my disciples have suffered heavy casualties. If it weren't for the timely help of my predecessors, it would not have been known that they would have been able to hold on for a few days!"

Lang Wuji also knew that what they said was the truth. He could only suppress his chest and ask angrily:

"How about the casualties at the door?"

Xu Changfeng said with a painful expression when he heard the words:

"In the past few days, my disciples have tried their best to resist and didn't let the magician step on the south coast, but the left-behind 600 disciples can only fight more than 300..."

Looking at those disciples with injuries looking at themselves with sad and indignant faces, Lang Wuji's heart was also very painful. Those who could stand here were Yuanying monks, elite disciples cultivated by various schools for many years. He didn't expect to lose so much in the First World War, which really made him a little unexpected.

Lang Wuji bowed his head and thought for a while, and then asked Xu Changfeng how he was fighting with the magicians these days.

Xu Changfeng replied with lingering palpitations:

"The cultivation of the magicians who came this time are extremely strong, and they are almost all masters in the late stage of the Yuanying period. Most of my disciples are in the early stage of Yuanying. It often takes a few battles to draw against these magicians. If it hadn't been for our desperate resistance and the magicians' consideration of casualties, I'm afraid the South Coast would have changed hands.

Lang Wuji's face became more and more ugly. He asked how many magicians he knew. Xu Changfeng just shook his head and said:

"Look at the magic, there are about one or two hundred people robbing mountains every day, but there are definitely not so many hidden at the foot of the mountain, otherwise the east coast will never be lost so quickly."

Lang Wuji listened to their conversation and said to himself: Since these magicians can attack the east coast so quickly, it is unreasonable that the south coast can't be attacked for several days in a row. I'm afraid there must be fraud.

He remembered a possibility and suddenly said:

"No, this is the strategy for the magicians to encircle and fight for help. They must wait for the reinforcements to arrive before they do it!"

Just as the people in the hall were still shocked by Lang Wuji's words, the magician at the foot of the mountain seemed to confirm his words, and bursts of spiritual pressure suddenly came into the hall.

"The left-behind disciples should take time to rest and heal their wounds. The others will follow me!"

When Lang Wuji led dozens of people to the gate of Baiming Mountain, he already felt the fierceness of the magician's attack. Standing at the top of the stone steps, he could already see the black spiritual power rising like a flame on the middle of the mountain.

The long sword that had not been out of its sheath for a long time was finally pulled out by Lang Wuji. He looked back at the followers behind him and shouted:

"Today's war is just a death. Don't flinch!"

In the roar of the crowd, Lang Wuji clenched the long sword and said secretly: Damn, I'm going to work hard this time. I haven't lived enough!

Xu Changfeng and Meng Ruqing also leaned in his direction. It seems that they want to help him when necessary.

In a blink of an eye, the first magician appeared at the corner of the stone steps, and then there was a continuous stream, and I don't know how many rushed up to see that the cultivation was a high strength.