Begin immortality by slaying demons

"Demons! So many demons!"

As the "outpost" of the Seven Sons of Nanhong, Baohua Sect has not seen any storms, big or small, in these years.

But at this moment, facing the questioning from his sect leader and three other Hedao Realm seniors, the Baohua Sect elder was still trembling with fear, his eyes were in a trance, and he looked quite frightened.

You must know that the current Baohua Sect is unscathed and its formation is intact, which means that it is not facing those big demons head-on.

Just watching, or hiding in the treasure place to peek, what kind of terrifying situation is it, how can a Bai Yujing monk be so embarrassed.

Several sect leaders looked at each other and couldn't help but look a bit sad. It seemed that the situation was much worse than they imagined.

"Seniors, forgive me, I really can't tell how many demonic clouds there are... that cover the sky and the sun. The demonic power they stir up when they pass by makes our sect's formation violently turbulent. This is by no means a certain force. Even Xilong Palace can’t mobilize the power!”

The elder of the Baohua Sect finally suppressed his composure and said with a horrified face: "With so many monsters coming out, Nanhong is going to be in big trouble."

He has never seen so many great monsters with such terrifying strength in his life.

Moreover, this group of monsters gathered together inexplicably.

"..."

Deng Xiangjun withdrew his gaze and did not speak, but his eyes were a little more complicated.

When they escorted the leader of the Baohua Sect back, the journey was uneventful and they did not see the demons mentioned by the Baohua Sect elders.

Of course, he didn't question the other person's nonsense.

Deng Xiangjun just thought deeper.

The demons in Xihong suddenly moved south. Such a big movement was definitely caused by Xilong Palace, but he did not believe that these demons who were used to being carefree would be willing to obey the orders of Dragon Palace, die for these dragons, and become the masters of the Seven Sons of Nanhong. Pioneer general.

Most likely it was forced.

But at this moment, it was obvious that someone was delivering news to them. Otherwise, Nanhong would have been in chaos a long time ago. How could it be like what he and others saw along the way.

None of the sect leaders are stupid.

In a flash, I came up with a terrible answer.

The Nanlong Palace, who had killed a thousand swords, actually regarded Nanhong as a rare delicacy, and gave the fat meat on the table to these demons who migrated south. Only in this way could they temporarily suppress their temper.

If these big monsters really start to kill, they will not only kill the monks, but the water tribe will not be able to escape either.

"This old madman is going to fight us for his life!"

Deng Xiangjun let out a long sigh. He could almost imagine that even after the victory was decided between the Seven Sons of Nanhong and Nanlong Palace, this vast land and water would still be unrest for a long time and filled with mourners.

As for how to respond.

They don't even know the number of demons now, let alone come up with any countermeasures. This is not a disaster that one force can solve alone.

If it were a normal situation and the demons from Xihong invaded Nanhong, if they wanted to prevent it, I'm afraid Seventh Son and Dragon Palace would have to join forces to do so.

What's more, Nanlong Palace is still the one who sold Nanhong, and he is sitting opposite.

In other words, the Seven Sons of Nanhong have to single-handedly resist Nanlong Palace and the entire Xihong Demon Clan, and they have to be on guard against sneak attacks from Xilong Palace at all times.

Let alone Seventh Son now, even when Senior Brother Qin was here, he might not be able to do it!

Keep those vassal forces and allies? If this group of monsters really obeyed the Dragon Palace's orders, then Seventh Son should worry about himself first.

"I'm afraid... we have to talk about Xuan Qing again and ask Donglong Palace what he wants." The leader of the Wushuang Sect smiled bitterly. In such a big crisis, the most useful person is actually the direct descendant of the former sect leader of the Nanyang Sect. The half son-in-law of Donglong Palace.

"Several seniors."

Hearing Xuan Qing's name, Baohua Sect Master took a deep breath and covered up the bitterness on his lips: "Please go back quickly."

In addition to their own sect, there are thousands of vassals and millions of monks under the command of Nanhong Seventh Son, who have no protection from the treasure land. Under these millions of monks, there are countless ordinary people who rely on them to survive.

"From today onwards, the Baohua Sect's great formation will be closed for the time being. If the surrounding creatures can be collected in the treasure land, please trouble the sect master." Deng Xiangjun tapped his chin.

"I understand, senior, please rest assured."

The leader of the Baohua Sect said no more, and personally sent the three of them out of the treasure land and watched each other leave.

"Master..." Baohua Fairy Zhilan supported the old woman and tried to maintain her composure, but her green-white fingertips could not help but tremble slightly.

"Let's make arrangements."

Baohua Sect Master glanced at his disciple with pity. Although he was the heir to the treasure land, compared with those Taoists, he was no different in age than a baby. No matter in terms of experience or cultivation, he did not have enough time to grow. Encountering such a crisis, even I feel palpitating.

"Disciple understands."

Zhilan nodded seriously, then took out the Dao card, kept her voice calm, and familiarly and methodically began to mobilize the elders and many deacons in the sect, and began to accept the innocent creatures around her in the most efficient way.

Whether it was the way of acceptance or the arrangements after accessing the treasure land, Baohua Sect Master could not find fault.

It's ridiculous to say that.

She originally tried to take over the affairs of the Baohua Sect just to find someone, but that person never said a word to her again, and she became more and more like a qualified Taoist.

As time passes, the sun and moon rotate.

Under the leadership of many Baohua Sect monks, groups of vassal forces began to pour into the treasure land.

The old woman was holding a cane and staring quietly in the sky.

Suddenly, her face froze slightly, and she threw the crutch in her hand towards the sky.

The originally pure and simple crutch, after being taken away, swelled in the storm, and soon turned into a giant tree that was more than a thousand feet tall. The giant tree was full of life, with hundreds of flowers blooming, and with its vast momentum, it disturbed the sea of ​​clouds, ruthlessly It hit somewhere!

At the same time, a huge downy forearm suddenly emerged from the sea of ​​clouds and fished towards the many monks below.

Its five fingers spread out like a dragnet, making it impossible for the creatures below to survive.

Fortunately, the huge flower tree suddenly hit the arm, causing its skin and flesh to rip open, and a violent howl rang out from the sea of ​​clouds!

"Ouch——"

The moment that ferocious ape face emerged from the sky, the breathing of many monks below suddenly stopped, as if they were struck by lightning!

"Go in! Close the formation!"

Zhilan passed through the crowd and shouted a reminder.

The moment her words sounded, the sea of ​​clouds rolled up again, and a strong white wing slapped the giant tree. A violent storm of breath swept out downwards. The aftermath alone could make many monks lose their bones. There is not even a scum left.

The giant flower tree flew backwards, petals flying, and turned into a crutch again. It slammed back into the old woman's hand, causing her to stagger back several steps.

Baohua Sect Master forcibly stabilized his figure and quickly cast his gaze downwards, trying to stop the raging wind formed by the aura of heaven and earth, but it was already too late.

At this moment, it seemed as if a mountain had fallen down, like an indestructible barrier, firmly blocking the front.

The breeze blows on the hill, but it remains motionless.

When the breath returned to calmness, everyone in panic took a closer look, only to see some kind of hill somewhere, and there was only an old man in linen standing there.

The old man stared upwards with a smile on his face: "You two enemies, how can you get together? Old ape, have you forgotten that it once bit your mother's head into pieces?"

Before he finished speaking, another tall and strong old man appeared beside him. The two stood one behind the other, and their momentum transformed from the hills into the mountains, becoming more and more stable and difficult to shake.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist, for your help."

Baohua Sect Master breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that her disciple was also among the crowd before.

"polite."

The old man slightly cupped his hands and said calmly: "The Banshan Sect, following the order of Sect Leader Shen of Nanyang, came to Nanhong to help!"

Hearing Sect Master Shen's name, Sect Master Baohua was slightly startled. Zhilan in the crowd also subconsciously looked towards the old man in front of him.

It turned out that the young sect leader still remembered their Baohua Sect in his heart.

And even such a strong man now has to obey the other party's orders... Sect Master Shen is becoming more and more like the Nanyang Sect Master a hundred thousand years ago.

"Oh."

The leader of the Banshan Sect closed his palms, his expression became indifferent again, and he looked towards the sky: "Why are you hiding there? Don't I know what you two are capable of? Why don't you get out of here!"

Compared with fighting these two monsters, it is more important to help the monks of the sect retreat to the treasure land first.

"What a big joke. The monks from Xihong came to help these Nanbarbarians guard the treasure land. Old Man Huang, you are really full."

The old ape slowly retracted his arm and said sarcastically: "According to the orders of the Nanyang Sect Master, have you not been out in the past hundred thousand years? The news is too limited."

Are the Seventh Son of Nanhong really still the Seventh Son of the past, the leg that the Moving Mountain Sect can rely on?

"It doesn't matter. There are delicacies all over the South Barbarian. Although this one is fatter, it will be the same next time. You'd better stay here and wait for me to add two big dishes on the table."

The old ape smiled sadly, knowing that there was nothing he could do, so he didn't stay any longer, and his whole face slowly disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds.

"..."

The leader of the Banshan Sect stood silently. Although he wanted to refute, as a member of the Xihong faction, he had witnessed what happened during these days and he knew very well that what the old ape said was true.

Otherwise, he would not have hurried over from Xihong with his branch leader.

Under the full force of the Dragon Palace to expel Xihong, Xihong rarely became a peaceful situation without the big demon. This was a good thing for them, but for Nanhong... it just made people feel chilly just thinking about it.

Under such a trend, whether the Moving Mountain Sect comes over or not will not affect the situation at all.

They can only do what they can.

"Fellow Taoist, after accepting this group of people, we will close the sect first and wait and see what happens."

Just by looking at the situation in front of him, the Master of the Banshan Sect knew that the Master of the Baohua Sect was a kind person, but he was indeed too late in time.

"I see."

The old woman sighed and glanced at her disciple.

Zhilan pursed her lips and glanced at the group of fellow monks with sad faces in front of her. She closed her eyes and took out the jade slip: "When they enter the sect, prepare to close the formation."

He has the desire to save lives but does not have the corresponding strength.

Today's Baohua Sect is no longer able to protect itself.

The crowd began to surge again, but compared with the orderliness before, many monks at this moment were scrambling to squeeze forward, for fear of falling behind and not being able to enter the treasure land in front of them.

And more monks from the vassal forces are still in various places, eagerly waiting for the Baohua Sect to lead them.

At this moment, the surging crowd suddenly stopped.

Only a shrill scream of an ape exploded in the air, like a bolt from the blue, plunging the surrounding area into deathly silence.

In an instant, the entire blue sky suddenly became distorted, the sun and moon eclipsed, and the sea of ​​clouds surged.

In the middle of the sky, there seemed to be a shadow of a hand, which indifferently grasped the old ape's neck, captured the big monster that had left, and imprisoned it under the blue sky.

Then he forcibly pulled out the hidden figure, and with a frantic struggle, he threw it down!

Rumble——

The huge ape with thick fur and strong body seemed to be able to cross the river in one step. At this moment, it was like a mountain falling and hitting the land hard!

Many monks, whether they were riding magic weapons or standing on the ground, were all thrown away in embarrassment by the turbulent aura.

They looked over there in horror.

I saw the mountain-like figure twitching slightly, the entire spine had been ruthlessly broken, and the ferocious head hung precariously on the back. Under the intact fur, the flesh and blood had already been crushed into flesh by the huge force. In the end, it was obvious that there was no life left.

However, the sky is still changing.

An equally huge figure emerged from the sea of ​​clouds, trying to escape from the prison in panic.

And no matter how fast it escapes, the sky will stretch as wide as it can.

The next moment, the entire sky suddenly sank downwards under the horrified gaze of everyone!

The sky is falling!

The crane demon, whose body was as white as jade, seemed to be carried by a strong wind, and was suppressed without any struggle. It stared at the endless sky toward him with a heartbroken look.

boom!

The sea of ​​clouds scattered heavily on the land, making the entire area around Baohua Sect look like a fairyland.

There was a strong smell of blood in the diffuse clouds, but when the white mist cleared, the crane demon was already lying with the old ape, and his whole body shrank, turning into a sheet full of blood. A broken skin sac of pulpy flesh.

Not to mention ordinary monks, even the three giants of the Hedao Realm looked horrified at this moment and looked up in confusion.

I saw that the blue sky was still the same, clear and quiet.

It was as if the previous changes were just their illusion.

If you insist on saying there is any difference.

In the clear sky, there was a figure in ink robes standing with hands hanging down. When the clothes were floating, it seemed that the whole world was responding.

On the young man's fair face, the clear eyes swept around calmly, as if patrolling his territory.

It is clearly suspended between the real blue sea and blue sky, but it gives people the illusion that he is in the Hedao treasure land.

"..."

Zhilan swallowed her throat and stared at the familiar face. She really couldn't put it together with the one in her memory. The face was slightly impatient, but inexplicably made people feel reassured.

But the feeling of peace of mind remains the same as before.

It seems that as long as the other person is standing in front of you, there is nothing in the world to worry about.

"Sect Master Shen?"

Baohua Sect Master hesitated for a long time before calling out this title with uncertainty.

She remembered that the last time she saw Sect Leader Shen in Nanyang Treasure Land, he didn't seem like this...

After confirming that there were no other demons, Shen Yi withdrew his gaze and looked at Baohua Sect Master: "Are you okay?"

"..."

Baohua Sect Master shook his head without hesitation.

Whether or not something happens depends on who you compare with.

Compared with the two great demons of the Hedao Realm who were already dead, the fright these monks received was nothing.

"The Divine Mountain Method! It is definitely the Divine Mountain Method!"

The leader of the Banshan sect smacked his lips and secretly looked at the branch leader next to him, his face full of excitement.

He also familiarized himself with the three methods of Shenyue, Zhenyue and Qingtian.

The movement of Sect Master Shen's action just now was exactly what he had imagined when these three methods would appear at the same time. This peerless genius really blended these three methods into such a harmonious manner.

Although there is no immortal magic in the Wuming Mountain, the opponent actually relied on himself to forcibly upgrade this magic formula to the terrifying effect that only immortal magic can have!

"call."

The sub-sect leader let out a sigh of relief. Now he finally knew why the sect leader was so eager to pull him over.

The Seventh Son of Nanhong may not be a big deal, but the young man in front of him will definitely be the thickest tree in Hongze in the future, except for the immortals!