Drunk Immortal Gourd

The words of Wufu Saint Lord woke up Wumeng Saint Lord. Yes, we can't delay any longer. We must make a decision as soon as possible. If we continue to fight, we will definitely lose. Because the method of using numbers to kill the demons is not feasible. Small-scale battles may be fought to the last man, but large-scale battles are impossible. There are too many people and their minds are mixed. Once the casualties of the army exceed 50%, it will collapse and no one can stop it.

Since we know that we will definitely lose, we must try to reduce casualties as much as possible. The sooner we retreat, the better. We cannot be the sinner of Wuhu City and bury the backbone and foundation of Wuhu City here.

Wumeng Saint Lord did not dare to hesitate any longer and shouted: "Retreat, organize your retreat in teams, the combined monks and the city lord's direct guard team will be responsible for the rear guard, buy time for everyone."

The current situation is not only visible to Wumeng Saint Lord and others, but also to the low-level monks below. There is no way out if it drags on. They have been waiting for this sentence for a long time. Now that Wumeng Saint Lord has spoken, all the spiritual monks have left their opponents and fled out of the city.

Qingyang's noon team is no exception. Before, they had killed the opposite side of the Shaking Mountain Demon Clan and only had more than 20 people left. There was only one Lianxu monk left, and all the Huashen monks were injured. If it weren't for the arrival of the demon reinforcements, Qingyang would have been able to lead people to wipe them out in at most two quarters of an hour.

Because the situation here was too urgent, after the demon reinforcements arrived, they directly sent more than a dozen people to support. The leader's strength reached the fourth level of the Refining Void. Although it was not enough to reverse the situation, the addition of so many new forces still stopped the demon's decline, especially the fourth-level Refining Void cultivator, who used a big trick at the bottom of the box, and the continuous attacks made Qingyang exhausted.

In this case, it was not so easy to withdraw. The demon cultivators knew their purpose and would naturally try every means to stop them. Qingyang tried to get out several times, but the fourth-level Refining Void cultivator followed him like a maggot. Qingyang couldn't help but blame himself secretly. The Wu team played too well just now, but the situation suddenly changed. The demon reinforcements came, and as a result, so many enemies were summoned to the Wu team. Now when they wanted to escape, they became a hindrance, which was also a cocoon for themselves.

Although Qingyang was not afraid of the fourth-level Refining Void enemy, it was not easy to kill the opponent in a short time. Seeing that the remaining spirit cultivators were getting fewer and fewer, if they didn't leave, they would be surrounded by the demons. So Qingyang attacked several times in succession, and when the fourth-level Refining Void Demon Cultivator was exhausted from dealing with it, he turned around and fled, while making preparations in secret. The Refining Void Demon Cultivator realized that he had been tricked and quickly came up to him, so Qingyang suddenly turned around and made a surprise attack. He raised his left hand and shouted to the other party: "Come on."

Then three golden shadows that were difficult to capture by divine thoughts flew out and went straight for the head of the fourth-level Refining Void Demon Cultivator. The demon cultivator was not an easy person and had been on guard against Qingyang's sneak attack. However, Qingyang's Immortal Slashing Gourd was too powerful. He blocked the first and second knives, but failed to block the third knife, and his head was directly chopped off. The residual power of the flying knife also killed his Nascent Soul.

The fourth-level demon cultivator of the Refining Void never figured out until his death how a boy of the Transformation Spirit could have such a trick. When both sides were fighting hard before, this guy deliberately concealed his weakness. He thought Qingyang was just a lucky guy with strong true essence who could challenge the level above, and he could keep him if he worked harder. As a result, this guy took advantage of his carelessness to suddenly use a trick. It was too insidious. If he had known, he would not have tried his best to stop him.

This incident was too sudden, and it frightened the demon cultivators who were entangled with the Wu team. Their offensive stopped instantly. Taking this opportunity, the spirit cultivators of the Wu team left the battle circle and fled to the outside of Qianji City. Qingyang also picked up the storage bag of the Refining Void demon cultivator and followed him.

Of course, it was impossible for all of them to escape. There were two or three injured spirit cultivators who reacted slowly and did not have time to escape. They were soon overwhelmed by the demon army and had no chance of survival.

Qingyang's extraordinary performance also attracted many high-level monks, especially those combined monks who were always paying attention to the battlefield, but most of them had their own opponents and couldn't get away. After all, Qingyang was just a Divine Transformation monk. No matter how strong he was, he couldn't affect the overall situation. It was not worth it for them to chase him personally. Only the Ten Thousand Insects Demon Lord gnashed his teeth at the direction where Qingyang fled. A few years ago, it was this kid who cut off one of his arms, forcing him to retreat on his own initiative, and since then he has become a laughing stock of the demon clan. If he hadn't been dragged by two combined monks now, he would have chased him and completely solved him this time.

There was another person who looked at Qingyang's back thoughtfully. That was the Blood River Demon Lord of the Blood Demon Clan. He always had a sense of déjà vu when he saw Qingyang. He had never been to the spirit world, so how could he know a spirit cultivator? After thinking for a long time, he couldn't remember where he had seen Qingyang. It was probably because he saw it wrong. The bloody smell on the battlefield was too strong, which easily stimulated the instincts of the Blood Demon Clan.

In less than an incense stick of time, there were only two or three hundred spirit cultivators left on the battlefield. Some of the high-spirited demon cultivators chased after the retreating spirits, while the rest who were injured or did not catch up stayed behind. Now was the time to hit the fallen dogs hard, so they vented all their anger on the remaining spirit cultivators. It was estimated that few of these people could survive.

"We will retreat too." Seeing that most of the low-level spirit cultivators had already retreated, Wumeng Saint knew that he could not delay any longer, and quickly sent a message to the combined cultivators and the city lord's direct guard team.

Then Wumeng Saint Lord left Tianshi Demon Lord behind and launched a surprise attack on Yugu Demon Lord, who was closest to him. Yugu Demon Lord could only fight Wangri Saint Lord on equal terms, so he had no spare energy to resist Wumeng Saint Lord, who was at the fourth level of fusion. He could only use his means to retreat quickly. Wangri Saint Lord took the opportunity to leave the battle and escape with Wumeng Saint Lord. Yugu Demon Lord could not catch up and could only watch them escape. As for Tianshi Demon Lord, he had been killed by Wumeng Saint Lord before and had no spare energy to chase him.

At the same time, Huanglian Saint Lord, Heima Saint Lord, and Qianya Saint Lord also got rid of their opponents and fled to the distance. Their opponents were not very strong, and they could not stop them no matter how hard they tried. As for the two fusion monks from Qingyuan City and Xuansha City, they left the battle as soon as Wumeng Saint Lord sent a message. They had not exerted much effort in the battle, and their strength was preserved to a great extent. They had been waiting for Wumeng Saint Lord to speak, so it was natural for them to escape.

Of course, there were also those who did not escape. The first to bear the brunt were the three Saint Lords of Fu, Lu and Shou. One of the three brothers died and one was injured. The remaining Saint Lord Wufu was alone in the face of the fifth-level combined Purple Flame Demon Lord, and his several attempts to escape were blocked. There were also Saint Lord Guanchen and Saint Lord Wanfeng, who were also dragged to the battlefield by Lengyi Demon Lord and his men.