Drunk Immortal Gourd

But Holy Lord Wumeng knew that things were not that simple. If he wanted to attack the altar, he had to break the formation outside first. The previous city defense formation had blocked them for a day or two. This formation to protect the altar must be It is even more difficult to break through, not to mention that there are more than 10,000 demon cultivators watching in the formation. If these demon cultivators are not completely defeated, they will not be able to use their hands to break the formation with peace of mind.

The demon monks did not take the initiative to attack, and of course Holy Lord Wumeng would not mess around. After all, only one of the eight teams came. Now the spirit tribe will definitely suffer a loss in the fight. It is better not to anger the demons in the formation for the time being. Monk, wait until everyone else is here before fighting the demons to the death.

Less than half an hour later, the other seven teams came to join up one after another. Like the team of Shengjun Wumeng, the others also encountered an ambush in Qianji City and suffered more or less losses.

Nowadays, the Spirit Race monks gathered in the center of the city, plus Qingyuan City and Xuansha City, the number of monks is close to 20,000, there are more than 700 Void Refining monks, and there are nine Fusion monks. A rough estimate of the number of demon monks on the altar is only about 13,000, the number of void-refining monks is less than 500, and there are only five fusion monks. The spiritual monks have an overwhelming advantage. It seems that this battle is promising.

All the spiritual monks have arrived, and their silhouettes in the sky surround the altar like an iron barrel. The nine fused monks stand side by side in the air, like heavenly soldiers descending, ready to launch a general attack on the demons at any time.

Before the war started, the momentum had to be established first. Holy Lord Heima looked down at the demons on the altar and said loudly: "Listen up, you little demons, you have been heavily surrounded by our spiritual army. If you persist in resisting, you will die." At the place of burial, I urge you to surrender obediently to avoid suffering before death."

The cold-winged demon lord sat on the altar and said sarcastically: "Who do I think I am? It turns out to be the fake Lord Heima of Wuyang City. What kind of arrogance is there? Could it be that he has forgotten the past when he was defeated by my demon clan for three million miles?"

Youdao means hitting people, not slapping them in the face, scolding them, and not exposing their shortcomings. Before, Holy Lord Heima led the Wuyang City Guard Battalion to lose its troops and retreated for three million miles for five consecutive years. It was not until Holy Lord Wumeng came that the decline was stopped. This incident Heima Shengjun has always been ashamed, but the other party took this matter to talk about it, and in front of so many people, he really stamped his face on the ground. Heima Shengjun said angrily: "I did eat it continuously." After a few defeats, you, the Cold-Wing Demon Lord, were not much better? In that battle a few years ago, the Golden Flame Demon Lord was forced to self-destruct, and the Ten Thousand Insect Demon Lord had his arm cut off by an incarnation of our Spirit Clan and fled in a hurry? , If you, the cold-winged demon, were not greedy for life and fearful of death, how could you survive today?"

The words of Heima Shengjun were even harsher. He directly accused the other party of being greedy for life and afraid of death. He even told the dark history of the Ten Thousand Insect Demon Lord. Before the Cold Wing Demon Lord said anything, the Ten Thousand Insect Demon Lord became angry and said: " If you, the Spirit Clan, had not disregarded your shame and fought three against one, how could I have been seriously injured and taken advantage of by that kid? Heima, the hypocrite, come here, let me learn what you are capable of and take up the position of the guard commander of Wuyuan City. , If I can’t defeat Holy Lord Wumeng, why can’t I still deal with you, the hypocrite Heima?”

After saying that, the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Insects will rush out of the formation to challenge the Holy Lord Black Ma. Although his cultivation level is not as high as that of his opponent, his methods are weird and he is good at using demon insects. His real strength is not inferior to that of ordinary monks in the early stages of integration. If If the demonic insects are used properly, they can fight in the middle stage of the alliance. This is why he dared to go one-on-three in the demonic camp. Now, although there are not many demonic insects left, he is not afraid of the Black Ma Holy Lord.

Seeing that the two sides were about to fight, the Demon Lord of the Heavenly Corpse came out. Among the several fused monks of the Demon Clan, he had the highest level of cultivation, and his words still carried a lot of weight. I heard the Demon Lord of the Heavenly Corpse say: "Fellow Taoist Wanchong" Don’t be impulsive, there are so many spiritual monks, we need to take a long-term approach.”

The demons do not have an advantage in terms of numbers or high-end combat power. If they stand up together, they will definitely suffer. They really need to plan carefully. The Ten Thousand Insect Demon Lord temporarily suppressed his mood and appeased everyone. The Heavenly Corpse Demon Lord He looked at Holy Lord Wumeng and said, "What do you want, fellow Taoist Wumeng?"

Holy Lord Wumeng took a few steps forward and looked at the demons on the altar. The pride in his eyes could not be concealed. The hard battle for several years was about to come to an end. Now the demons were compressed in the altar. As long as they were destroyed, , this battle will be a complete victory, and he will achieve this unparalleled feat of leading the spiritual monks to extinguish the demon invasion. From then on, the name of Holy Lord Wumeng will spread all over the world, and his name will be in Duanyunzhou.

Of course, the closer you get to the last minute, the more cautious you must be. The demons are full of tricks, but they cannot capsize in the gutter. Holy Lord Wumeng said to Demon Lord Tianzhi: "Although Taoist Friend Heima's words don't sound good, they are also true. The demons This invasion of the tribe won first and then was defeated. Now they are all compressed in this altar. They have reached the end of the road and failure is a foregone conclusion. If you surrender obediently, the two sides will not have to fight. For the sake of you being heroes of one side. , I can give you a decent way to die.”

"Fellow Daoist Wumeng, do you think that our demon clan will definitely be defeated?" said the Demon Lord of Heavenly Corpse.

Holy Lord Wumeng looked at the altar, then looked behind him, and said, "Isn't the contrast obvious?"

The Heavenly Corpse Demon Lord didn't seem to care about this. He smiled faintly and said: "They say that our demon clan is full of tricks. Since we know that the spirit clan army is coming to encircle and suppress us, how can we not make any preparations?"

Hearing this, the other combined monks of the Spirit Clan couldn't help but feel their hearts sinking. The Demon Clan's methods were weird. If they had made some targeted preparations, things would have been very bad. Although the Spirit Clan would not necessarily lose, the casualties would definitely be huge. No one can guarantee that nothing will happen to them. Saint Lord Wumeng was not affected by these words at all, but continued to ask: "I wonder what preparations you have made?"

The Sky Corpse Demon Lord clapped his hands behind him, and two figures walked out of the mist in the center of the altar. One was an old man with gray hair, wearing a brown robe and leaning on a cane made of tree roots. Although he was old and frail, he had a strong aura and was actually at the third level of the fusion. The other was a middle-aged woman in a purple dress, with a face full of bitterness and hatred, looking at everyone as if they owed her money. What was even more surprising was that this woman was actually at the fifth level of the fusion, higher than everyone present.

The black fog on the altar could isolate divine thoughts. No one expected that the demon clan had two masters hidden in it, and one of them had reached the fifth level of the fusion. She alone could stop the two fusion levels of Wumeng Saint Lord and Huanglian Saint Lord. In this way, the high-end combat power was equalized by the demon clan. It was hard to say who would win or lose. Even if they could win in the end, the spirit clan would probably have to pay a heavy price.

The Sky Corpse Demon Lord didn't care about the other party's shock, smiled lightly, and said: "Let me introduce you. This fellow Taoist in purple dress is the Purple Flame Demon Lord from the Golden Flame Demon Clan, and this old man in brown robe is the Dark Vine Demon Lord from the Giant Wood Demon Clan. So, does the Wumeng Saint Lord still have a sure win?"