Drunk Immortal Gourd

The Flame Demon Lord did not act immediately, but said to the Black Hemp Saint Lord: "Do you think the Spirit Clan will win? I don't think so. Want to cooperate with the Saint Lord Wu Meng? The Ten Thousand Insects Demon Lord of my demon clan has laid a net in the black fog. It is not easy for the Saint Lord Wu Meng to come out. Even if he can come out, he will definitely suffer heavy losses. How can he have the energy to cooperate with you?"

Then he sneered: "The Ten Thousand Spirits Binding Immortal Formation? What a big name! In my opinion, it is just a tortoise shell with a spider web. As long as the tortoise shell is broken before the Saint Lord Wu Meng comes out, the formation will fall apart. Let's see where you can hide at that time. "

Hearing the words of the Flame Demon Lord, the Black Hemp Saint Lord couldn't help but tremble in his heart. He didn't expect that the other party could see the key to the formation so quickly. Any temporary formation requires a lot of energy to replenish. The Ten Thousand Souls Binding Immortal Formation is so powerful that it must require more energy. Although the formation was stimulated by the attack of the demons, it was also very laborious to maintain it later. The spirit cultivators in the formation had almost exhausted their true essence due to the continuous output during this period, and it was difficult to continue to replenish energy for the formation. As long as the demons kept attacking the inner formation, the Ten Thousand Souls Binding Immortal Formation would soon be broken due to lack of energy. At that time, the spirits would still be slaughtered.

Although the Black Hemp Saint was worried and secretly prayed that the Wumeng Saint would appear as soon as possible, he did not dare to show any abnormality on his face, but said in a cold voice: "Since you don't believe it? Then give it a try."

The Flame Demon Lord did not care about the provocation of the Black Hemp Saint Lord, and said to the demon monks: "Don't worry about anything else, continue to attack the formation inside with all your strength, life and death will depend on this one move."

After saying that, the Flame Demon Lord took the lead, and a large ball of golden flame suddenly appeared and flew towards the interlaced light in the air. The inner formation was attacked and also shot out countless spider-like light. This time, the Flame Demon Lord did not even hide, and directly burned the light with his own golden flame. Those rays could not resist the power of the golden flame, and burned instantly, and finally turned into a thread of spiritual power and disappeared. At the same time, the light also consumed the energy of the golden flame, making the golden flame smaller and smaller and finally extinguished.

Although the golden flame did not cause much damage to the formation, it still had some effect. The light of the entire internal formation seemed to be sparser. At this time, the attacks of other demon monks also came, and they fell on the internal formation one after another. The rumbling sound continued, and the formation became increasingly dim under this round of attacks. Although the formation had a counterattack, it was weak because there were too many people attacking. The trapped demons could be solved quickly, and it could only slow down the speed of the attack slightly, without any other impact.

Seeing the effect, the demon monks' attacks became more intense, and the formation kept flickering, as if it would break in the next moment. The spirit monks in the formation also desperately output their true essence into the formation, hoping that the formation could last longer and support the city lord to come to help.

Both sides were desperately holding on, for the victory of the race, and also for their own lives. While holding on, both sides also looked at the direction of the black fog, hoping that a miracle would happen.

In this situation, time seemed to pass very slowly, which was torture for everyone. After an unknown amount of time, several figures finally appeared in the distance. Although they looked very embarrassed, everyone could see that they were the Wumeng Saint and others who had previously entered the black fog, and they hurried over here.

Seeing this, the morale of the spiritual cultivators was immediately boosted, and they no longer had to worry about inputting their true essence. The Black Hemp Saint was also very happy. The city lord was finally back, and the previous plan of internal and external cooperation could be implemented smoothly. As long as these demon cultivators were delayed, it would be another great victory. At this time, even if the formation was broken, with three more combined cultivators, the spiritual race could remain invincible.

On the contrary, the morale of the demons plummeted. Some attacked the formation more frantically, some had completely given up resistance in despair, and some looked uncertain and began to consider retreating.

Looking at the approaching Wumeng Saint and others, the face of the Flame Demon Lord was full of unwillingness. If the Ten Thousand Insects Demon Lord delayed for a little longer, even for a quarter of an hour, the formation would definitely be broken. By then, even if Wumeng Saint Lord came back, the situation would be hopeless. But God was not on his side after all. Wumeng Saint Lord came out at this critical moment, and the Demon Clan still failed.

As long as Wumeng Saint Lord and others arrived, they would be shut out. If they did not make a decision, the demon clan monks would be annihilated. It didn't matter if he died, but it would be a loss if those brothers who followed him through life and death and the entire demon clan vanguard army were buried here.

Thinking of this, the face of the Flame Demon Lord had a hint of madness, and he pounced on the formation in front of him. Countless golden flames wandered wildly in his body, and his momentum rose sharply.

Leng Yi Demon Lord and others instantly understood what Lie Yan Demon Lord meant. He was preparing to self-detonate the golden flame to break the formation. The golden flames that the golden flame demons have been cultivating throughout their lives are the golden flames in their bodies, which are the essence of their strength. Therefore, the power of the golden flames that the golden flame demons self-detonate is usually greater than that of the cultivators. This is a combined cultivator. Once he self-detonates and destroys the world, the formation will definitely not be able to hold on.

But Lie Yan Demon Lord is the vanguard general of the demon clan. If he dies, the entire demon clan army will lose its backbone. Let's not talk about how to explain it after returning. A rout is inevitable. It's hard to say how many people can return in the end. Leng Yi Demon Lord hurriedly shouted: "Lie Yan Demon Lord, you must not do this. If you die, the situation will really be irreversible. Let me break the formation."

The Flame Demon Lord did not stop moving, and said: "I have made up my mind, so you don't need to say more. If I can break the formation, you must find a way to bring as many brothers as possible back to Qianji City."

After saying that, the whole person was submerged in a ray of golden light that pierced people's eyes. The golden light was like a giant sword that pierced the sky, and it instantly cut through two layers of the formation, and there was almost no resistance. The three demons had tears in their eyes and could only watch the Flame Demon Lord disappear. They knew that the demon army was trapped in the Ten Thousand Souls Binding Immortal Formation, and the Flame Demon Lord felt guilty. If he won, the matter would naturally be exposed. Now that he lost, perhaps only death can forgive his sins.

The Flame Demon Lord's self-explosion broke the Ten Thousand Souls Binding Immortal Formation, and the spirit cultivators were exposed in front of the demon cultivators. The distance between the two sides was so close that it seemed like they were standing face to face, but at this time, the demons no longer had any thoughts of resistance. Their strength was originally slightly weaker than that of the spirit race. Now that the Flame Demon Lord was dead and the Wumeng Saint Lord was back, how could they have any chance of winning when the two sides were weakening? Without anyone saying anything, thousands of demon monks fled frantically.