Chapter 247 Total Outbreak

First, a blazing fire appeared in a town closest to Baiming Mountain, and screams resounded through the sky. Then the same thing happened in large and small towns one after another. When the practitioners who heard the news, they only saw the broken walls of blood flowing into rivers, and the internal organs of the human body were covered with tragedies in every place. The place.

All the practitioners who saw this scene couldn't do it in their hearts.

The magicians in the demon world have started, and there will be a bloody storm in the world soon!

Almost overnight, the news spread all over the fairyland of Fenglinzhou, and Haotian and others, who were preparing to rush to Baiming Mountain to support, also got the news. He judged that this must be related to the siege of Baiming Mountain by the magicians. On the one hand, he sent a message to inform all places to be careful, and on the other hand, he led the elite alliance disciples to ride more than ten ships. The airships rushed to Baiming Mountain.

It's just that Shi Lei, who should have appeared on the South Coast, disappeared.

And because the people on Baiming Mountain were surrounded by demons, they did not get the news that shocked the world of immortals, and they didn't know how much impact this matter would have on their future.

On the second day, the unexpected magicians did not launch an attack. Lang Wuji was worried about what was wrong with it. He just ordered his disciples to strictly guard the stone steps and wait for the reinforcements to come. At sunset, the reinforcements originally led by Shi Lei arrived, but no one knew where Shi Lei had gone.

At the sunrise on the third day, Lang Wuji, standing at the top of Baiming Mountain, suddenly felt that the magic at the foot of the mountain suddenly became stronger. It seemed that a large number of highly cultivated magicians appeared at the foot of the mountain, and his eyebrows suddenly frowned.

Why didn't Shi Lei's reinforcements come? Will today be the last day of the immortal world?

The sun gradually rose, and the dense forest gradually became noisy.

"Demon King, we have eaten up dozens of people in towns one after another. Now that the brothers have recovered, even if all the masters of the immortal world come, there is no need to be afraid!"

I saw a magician holding a person's thigh in his hand and shouting passionately at himself with his mouth full of blood, and the magicians around him were also in a mess. The demon king just smiled and motioned everyone to be quiet, and then raised his voice:

"Yesterday, Bai Zun sent a restraining guard to send an order to let us take the Baiming East Garden today. Are you ready?"

"Kill! Kill! Kill it!"

When the magicians heard the words, they raised their blades and roared loudly. The shouts resounded all over the sky, which shocked the birds and beasts in the mountains to run away.

Looking at the black magic at the foot of the mountain, he covered all the scenery in an instant. Lang Wuji looked at the churning black fog and shook his hand and fired an arrow.

Not long after, all the elite disciples rushed out of the other courtyard and stood neatly behind Lang Wuji, feeling the magic at the foot of the mountain. There was no hesitation but perseverance.

"You disciples of all factions, our reinforcements have not yet arrived, and I'm afraid the magicians at the foot of the mountain can't wait. Maybe today is our last battle. Are you afraid?"

Looking at the hundreds of disciples in front of him, many of whom were injured, Lang Wuji felt a dull pain in his heart.

All the disciples didn't say anything. They pulled out the spiritual sword in the sheath. As an elder, Xu Changfeng stepped forward and said:

"Senior, what we have been cultivating immortals for many years is to eliminate demons and defend the way. Now the magicians are at the foot of the mountain. As immortals, even if they die, they will die in their place. Please don't worry!"

"The elder said it well. At worst, just hang up and be reincarnated!"

The disciples below responded one after another, and the group was excited. His inappropriate words resonated with the disciples, and the shouts one after another suddenly resounded through the sky over Baiming Mountain.

Looking at the elders around him and passing a firm look at each other, Lang Wuji suppressed his excitement and jumped on a big stone and said:

"Maybe one day the immortals will disappear from this world, but it is by no means today. Today, let all our immortals work together to defend Baiming Mountain to the death!"

"Cut off demons and eliminate demons!"

"Kill!"

At this moment, the immortal disciples shared the same hatred for the enemy, and the powerful momentum emitted was not inferior to the magic at the foot of the mountain at all.

The demon king felt the increasing spiritual pressure on the top of the mountain and turned around with a smile and said to the little leaders around him:

"It seems that they are ready to work hard. Let's let them get what they want!"

"Yes!"

The little leaders got the order of the demon king. They turned around and got into the forest and disappeared. The demon king flashed into the air and looked at the people on the top of Lingbaiming Mountain with a slight sneer.

The magicians have long been unable to hold back in the dense forest. After receiving the order, they opened their magic wings one by one and rose to the sky in their original shape. The strong momentum suddenly turned the sky and the earth pale.

Looking at nearly a thousand magic shadows rushing up from the foot of the mountain at a very fast speed, Lang Wuji frowned, slowly pulled out the spiritual sword from the sheath, and shouted loudly:

"The way to exorcism is today!"

After saying that, he took the lead in rushing down, and then the elders and disciples rushed down like a tide, or the sword or gas. The distance between the two sides became shorter and shorter, and the atmosphere became tense.

Lang Wuji knows that this battle must be the most difficult battle he has ever experienced, and may even become his last battle, but as long as Brother Shi is still there, there is hope of turning over...

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Seeing that the two sides were about to collide in the air, all the people shouted at the same time, and a big war was imminent!

At this moment, some people are afraid, some people are nervous, and some people are excited. In order to survive, almost all the people have burst out beyond usual strength, but how many people can survive?

In the roar, Lang Wuji first split out a strong sword spirit that was more than ten feet long, and the power was infinitely close to the realm of the Hedao period.

The oncoming magicians were swept by this sword gas one after another, and the cultivation almost immediately screamed and fell down, and more magicians filled the gap and rushed over aggressively.

The distance between the two sides was fleeting, and the two waves of people collided with each other fiercely. Suddenly, the sword spirit was stirring, and the sound of killing in the air became a piece.

It was still in the air, and Lang Wuji held the sword in both hands and shouted:

"I'm going to make a trick. I'll get out of the way!"

The immortal disciples who heard this sentence subconsciously gave him a way, and saw Lang Wuji blowing like a strong wind. Several swordsmanship forced the demons who came up against him back, shouting:

"If you don't kill them today, they won't let us live and kill them!"

The morale of the disciples of the immortal world was high. After listening to his words, they moved forward bravely and were desperate.

Xu Changfeng and Meng Ruqing were afraid that the only master would lose, so they rushed up from behind and protected him left and right.

At this time, the two sides have completely fought in one place, fighting with each other. Black and white spiritual power are intertwined. People are constantly injured or dead falling from the air. The blood is sprinkled like rain, and the shouts of killing and cries are endless.

Although the disciples of the immortal world have fought regardless of their lives, compared with these magicians who have been cultivated, the strength of the people in the immortal world is obviously much worse. Nearly 100 disciples have been damaged in the short time of the battle, and their bodies have been robbed and eaten by the magicians.

All this was seen by Lang Wuji's eyes, and the pain in his heart was like digging his heart. With a long roar and waved his sword, he rushed into the group of magicians, and his whole body was like a mad tiger.

The powerful momentum burst out under the desperate determination of Baiming, even the demon king watching from a distance couldn't help admiring:

"I didn't expect that in addition to our demon world, there are still people who are not afraid of death in the immortal world. It seems that their strength needs to be re-evaluated!"

Lang Wuji's snow-white beard has been splashed with blood. There are disciples and magicians. The rapid casualties of his disciples shocked him. Why are these magicians so powerful? They are completely different levels of enemies from the day before yesterday.

In less than an hour, there were only less than 300 disciples left in the nearly 500 immortals, and the desperate momentum at the beginning had passed, and the continuous tragic death of the companions around him and the shouts on the verge of death kept beating the rest of the people.

The immortal world was forced to change the attack to defense. Under the pressure of the magician, all the people were gradually compressed into a narrow space.

A tall magician rushed out of the crowd and grabbed a seriously injured disciple. He saw his hands working hard. With a "stab", he tore it in half and opened his mouth and drank fresh and warm blood happily.

Lang Wuji saw it seriously and shouted in a low voice:

"Poor shackles!"

The poor shackle is one of the six demon kings, and he has his share when he besieged and killed the ghost Qianqiu on that day.

Poor Shackles also seemed to hear the shouts in the cultivation of immortals. His eyes were full of fierce light, and he immediately found Lang Wuji in the crowd. The fierce light in his eyes was immediately full, and he rushed up with a machete.

As the saying goes, the enemy was particularly jealous when they saw each other. When Lang Wuji saw him coming towards him, he was not afraid. He fought with him with his sword.

Lang Wuji, regardless of his body, finally killed the lost shackles under a series of attacks, and the price paid for this was that most of the meridians were broken.

Since there is no escape today, let's have a good fight!

The pioneer demon king of the demon world saw that under the long battle, although the people in the demon world had the upper hand, they could not completely annihilate the immortal world. He couldn't help but feel a little anxious. There was a bad feeling, but he didn't know why, which made him very anxious.

"What are you waiting for? Kill all the immortals immediately!"

This shout sounded like a bolt from the blue, which made the ears of the people present buzz. When several little leaders of the demon world were angry when they saw the demon king angry, they roared and led the magicians to rush forward regardless of life and death. Suddenly, dozens of the disciples of immortal cultivation were poisoned.

Lang Wuji followed the voice and found the demon king who had been hiding beside him. He knew in his heart that it must be the leader of this group of magicians. If he could be captured, the rest of these people could still have a glimmer of life. As soon as his heart moved, he rushed out of the fighting crowd and went straight to the demon world. Pioneer Demon King.