Drunk Immortal Gourd

The situation of the Ghost Vine Demon Lord is worse than that of the Heaven Corpse Demon Lord. His vines are restrained by the Yellow Lotus Saint Lord, and he is passive everywhere. Other means are also difficult to cause damage to the Yellow Lotus Saint Lord. Now he has been beaten back step by step, and has almost no power to fight back. I am afraid that he will be defeated soon.

The Cold Wing Demon Lord is fighting one against two. Although he barely dragged the Black Hemp Saint Lord and the Thousand Cliff Saint Lord by speed, people make mistakes and horses stumble. There will always be mistakes after a long time. Once he was slow to dodge, the Cold Wing Demon Lord was swept by the residual power of the Black Hemp Saint Lord's magic weapon, and his body was injured and his strength was affected. However, in the current situation, he can't find anyone to help, so he can only endure the injury and continue to support.

The opponents of the Soft Bone Demon Lord are the Guanchen Saint Lord and the Wanfeng Saint Lord. The Soft Bone Demon Lord uses her own talent and her methods are relatively special. She is also willing to sacrifice her appearance, so the situation is slightly better.

The Ten Thousand Insects Demon Lord was also fighting one against two. In the previous battle, the Ten Thousand Insects Demon Lord not only suffered serious losses of demon insects, but also had not yet fully recovered from his injuries. Logically, his situation should be the worst, but in fact, the Ten Thousand Insects Demon Lord could still cope with it. He even fought the two combined cultivators from Qingyuan City and Xuansha City with great success. It is not known whether the Ten Thousand Insects Demon Lord is really more skilled or the two have selfish motives.

The worst situation was naturally the Armored Demon Lord. He used his first-level combined cultivation to hold back the third-level combined cultivator, the Sun-Watching Saint Lord, for more than half an hour. He had already reached his limit, especially at this time, his violent state had reached the limit, the red in his eyes gradually dimmed, his swollen body began to shrink, and his momentum was slowly decreasing. As one side gained and the other lost, he was no match for the Sun-Watching Saint Lord. Now he was at the end of his strength and was completely relying on instinct to resist. He could die at any time.

As for the Purple Flame Demon Lord, the situation was completely the opposite. She was alone against the three Saint Lords of Fu, Lu and Shou. Her fifth-level combined cultivation had a huge advantage. The three people she fought were exhausted. She was also the only demon cultivator with an advantage among the combined cultivators on the entire battlefield. She thought that she could quickly defeat the three opponents with her own strength, so that she could free up her hands to help other demon cultivators. When the fight really started, she found that the three Saint Lords of Fu, Lu and Shou were good at attacking in groups and they cooperated well. Their strength increased exponentially and they were extremely difficult to deal with. As a result, more than half an hour passed, and she didn't even get rid of one of them, and only seriously injured one of them.

However, there were also gains. After the three Saint Lords of Fu, Lu and Shou seriously injured one of them, their cooperation was obviously not as tacit as before, and their strength was also seriously affected. The Purple Flame Demon Lord was getting more and more comfortable dealing with them. As long as he spent a little more time, he could completely defeat the three Saint Lords of Fu, Lu and Shou, thus turning the tide of the battle.

But time waits for no one. Purple Flame Demon Lord had just seized the opportunity to injure another person. Only the last Saint Lord Wufu was left of the three Saint Lords of Fortune, Longevity and Happiness. She was just about to defeat the three of them in one go, when suddenly she heard a scream from the Armored Demon Lord not far away.

It turned out that just now, the Armored Demon Lord's violent state completely disappeared, and the side effects began to spread. He was already at the end of his strength, and now it was even more needless to say that he was killed by the Saint Lord Wangri.

The demon clan was already at an absolute disadvantage. Now that the Armored Demon Lord was dead, the situation was even worse. The whole team was on the verge of collapse. Some of the desperate demon cultivators were completely crazy and desperately counterattacked before death. Kill one to get enough money and kill two to make a profit.

Some people turned their minds and began to plan how to escape. Although the demon clan was like a street rat on the territory of the spirit clan, it was better to live than to die. It was a profit to live one more day. Moreover, this time the demon clan invaded more than one channel in Qianji City. If they could escape to other strongholds, there would be more opportunities.

The spirits were in high spirits and attacked even harder. Victory was in sight. As long as they defeated the people in front of them, destroyed the formation and the altar, and destroyed the channel for the demons to invade, they could rest easy from then on. Even the Wumeng Saint was delighted. His hard work was not in vain. Years of hard work were finally about to bear fruit. He led his people to such a great victory. When the Heavenly Scythe Saint arrived, he didn't know how rich the reward would be waiting for him.

Seeing that the demon army was about to collapse, at this critical moment, the black fog in the center of the altar in the formation suddenly rolled violently, and red light burst out, as if something was moving.

Seeing this, many demon cultivators shouted in ecstasy: "Reinforcements, our reinforcements have arrived."

Reinforcements? Demon cultivators have reinforcements? Wu Meng Shengjun and others immediately looked at the altar in the formation. Sure enough, they saw black shadows flying out of the rolling black fog and joining the demon clan. The demon clan army, which was about to collapse, suddenly stabilized and its morale gradually recovered.

The demon clan probably knew that reinforcements were coming from the passage, so they had not engaged the spirit clan army before, but set up multiple ambushes inside and outside the city to delay time, until the spirit clan army surrounded the formation and the altar. The demon clan had no way to retreat, so they went out to fight the spirit clan. The delay was effective, and finally reinforcements arrived at the last moment.

In a blink of an eye, a full thousand demon clan monks flew out of the black fog of the altar. Most of them were spirit-transforming monks, and there were about forty or so refining monks. Although the spirit clan still had the advantage in terms of numbers, these were all newly joined forces, which had a great impact on the morale of both sides.

Sage Lord Wu Meng quickly saw the situation on the field and shouted loudly: "Where are the reinforcements from the demons? They must know that they are no match for us, so they hid some people on the altar in advance, hoping to put psychological pressure on us at the last moment and change the situation. It's all a trick. Fellow Taoists, don't hesitate. Even if the demons really have reinforcements, they are all low-level cultivators of the Transformation and Refining stages, which will have little impact on the entire battle. Everyone should deal with their opponents as soon as possible to avoid more trouble."

Sage Lord Wang Ri had just killed his opponent, and now was the time to show his skills. He laughed and echoed: "What the Lord of Wu Meng said is that no conspiracy or trickery is useful in the face of absolute strength. Even if there are reinforcements, what does it matter? They are just chickens and dogs. Who dares to fight me..."

"Hypocrite of the Spirit Clan, grandpa will meet you." Before Sage Lord Wang Ri finished speaking, a loud shout came, and then a huge figure rushed out of the altar and stood firmly in front of him.

Only then did everyone see the person coming. He was a man who was over three meters tall, standing there like an iron tower. He was stocky, with loose hair, and wore a half-body black armor. The muscles in the exposed parts were extremely well-developed. The Armored Demon Lord was tall enough, but compared with the man in front of them, he was nothing compared to a giant. Standing there like an iron tower, more importantly, this man had the cultivation level of the third level of the fusion, and his aura was no weaker than that of the Saint Lord Wangri opposite him.