Chuqing would go to Zhaorishan's people, which was expected. After all, they were the one who was hunted down and couldn't fight back. They had only this choice if they wanted to survive.

But according to Yiyi, the situation on the side of Shenyin Palace is not very good, and the confrontation with Zhaori Mountain is at a disadvantage.

This made Lu Ye a little puzzled. The people in Fenghuayuan had been entangled and killed a large number of them. Logically speaking, the Shenyin Palace only needs to deal with Zhaorishan. The manpower and strength of the two sides are basically different. Almost, why would Zhaorishan have an advantage?

When he was in the valley before, Ji Yan from the Shenyin Palace came over to win him, but he refused. At that time, he felt that instead of cooperating with people he didn't know, he had to follow other people's orders, and it would be better to be alone. Some.

Facts have proved that this is indeed the case. If he had acted with the people of the Shenyin Palace, he would never have gained so much right now.

The current situation is unfavorable for the Shenyin Palace. Once the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge party defeats the Shenyin Palace, then the Haotian League monks in Xianyuan City will have no way to survive.

So after only pondering, Lu Ye decided to find the people in Shenyin Palace to join him.

Right now is not the time to go solo.

After a stick of incense, Lu Ye and Jujia broke into the battle zone where the two major forces were clashing. There were more than a dozen streets in this area, where the cultivators of both sides were clashing. Every room had hidden murderous intent, no one. I don't know if there are any enemies hidden inside. If you pass by, maybe you will kill a few hostile monks from inside.

On a long street, a few monks from the Haotian League fought and retreated. The ground they were passing by was stained red with blood, and the corpses of their companions appeared across the way.

The Ten Thousand Demon Ridge cultivators who chased them were more numerous and stronger than them. They had already sent a message for help, but they were already at a disadvantage. Everyone was under siege. Who could come to rescue them?

Several people are also hard-hearted. Although they know how bad things are, they don't want to wait for death. They only wait for a chance to drag the enemy to death. However, the Ten thousand Demon Ridge monks who chased them have obviously suffered such a loss, so they are very cautious. It's easy to approach, and only consumes weapons and spells, obviously intending to consume their spiritual power and then kill.

Seeing the enemy's plan, the few people did not dare to delay any longer, looked at each other, and under the command of the leader, they all rushed towards the front.

The stream flickered and the blood flew. Two people fell on the way. After a breath, two people fell. Finally, an eighth-level soldier remained in front of the enemy. The spiritual weapon in his hand bloomed with dazzling light, and he faced The nearest cultivator of Wanmoling fell down.

However, before his attack fell, a spell blasted on his chest and knocked him away.

fell to the ground, the man was panting with gossamer.

"I can't do my best!" On the side of Wanmoling, the monk headed by him snorted coldly, carrying his spiritual weapon and going forward, and the soldier repaired his life.

Before moving, he suddenly stopped his figure, frowned and said, "What sound?"

The rumbling sound quickly approached from the side, and the house next to it was knocked out of a big hole, and a tall figure abruptly shot out from the hole.

Looking at this person, the ten thousand demons cultivator headed by him lost his voice and exclaimed: "Giant armor!"

This guy obviously recognizes the giant armor.

The giant armor that had killed here following the fluctuation of spiritual power looked around, and before he understood the situation, the siege of that group of Ten Thousand Demon Ridge cultivators came.

He lowered his head, aimed at the enemy in a rushing posture, stepped on his feet, and rushed out, hitting him one after another, causing the halo on his body to flash.

The distance between each other quickly narrowed, and a group of Ten Thousand Demon Ridge cultivators dispersed. The originally tight formation was suddenly knocked away, and one cultivator couldn't dodge, the bone hit by the giant armor broke and flew out.

Before the cultivators of Ten Thousand Demon Ridge re-formed their battle, suddenly there was a loud cry and the sound of a pipa flicking, and then on the roofs on all sides, one fairy guard appeared and bound the spirit lock towards them. When under the hood.

The streamers of imperial weapons staggered and killed them, harvesting their lives. In just a few moments, this group of seven or eight Ten thousand Demonic Mountain monks were killed in pieces.

Lu Ye retracted his imperial weapon and jumped off the roof. A group of ghosts followed behind him and came to the **** Haotian League monk to investigate his injuries.

After a while, Lu Ye sighed in his heart, this person was already out of help, and his injuries were too serious.

At this moment, the eighth-level soldiers repaired as if returning to the light, his face turned a little rosy, he looked at the surrounding spirits in surprise, then at Lu Ye and the giant armor, the originally gloomy eyes ignited a glimmer of hope, one Raising his hand and grabbing Lu Ye's arm: "Go and save people!"

"knowledge."

Lu Ye nodded gently.

The hand holding Lu Ye's arm dropped, and the vitality quickly dissipated from the soldier's body.

Yiyi cleaned the battlefield, and the giant armor carried a Wanmoling monk who had lost his resistance and walked over and held it in front of Lu Ye.

Lu Ye looked at him, a little puzzled.

"You kill!" Giant Armor said buzzingly.

"Kill yourself." Lu Ye thought he was doing meritorious works for himself.

As everyone knows, when the giant armor followed Simayang, every time the giant armor charged forward, defeating the enemy, and finally Simayang came to harvest the merits.

The giant armor scratched his head. Although he had killed some people in the Fenghuayuan in a frenzy before, he was completely dominated by the anger in his heart at that time, and he had no impression afterwards. The killing was a bit too strange for him. Valley

But he is also a cultivator of the Ninth Level.

After thinking for a while, he threw the cultivator of Wanmoling in his hand to the ground, then raised his big foot, and stepped on his head under the horrified gaze of the opponent.

It was as if the watermelon was trampled and exploded, and the scene was bloody.

Lu Ye glanced at him, did not say anything, greeted him: "Let's go."

Following the source of spiritual power fluctuations, he rescued two batches of monks from the Haotian League along the way, and these people were all killed.

Under their guidance, after a stick of incense, Lu Ye finally arrived at the main battlefield where the two major forces fought.

The houses around here have all been destroyed, and there are broken walls and the corpses of the monks who died in battle.

There are only about a hundred monks headed by the Shenyin Palace, and there are more than one hundred and fifty people headed by Zhaori Mountain.

The number of people is half the difference. On the scene, the Haotian League is obviously at a disadvantage. It is constantly being pressed to retreat, and sometimes there are screams. With the continuous injuries and deaths of the Haotian League cultivators, Wanmoling has the advantage. getting bigger.

In this situation, it can be said that the Haotian League is not far from the defeat.

But everyone is resisting, no one flees, because everyone knows that fleeing at this time will only make the situation worse. At this moment, there is some resistance to being together. The final result will only be broken one by one by Wanmoling.

Even so, the Haotian League side is only delaying the time of death.

Wanmoling's offensive was extremely fierce and fierce. He tried to organize several rushes, but unfortunately he could not break through the defense line of the Haotian League.

They didn't know that they should fight steadily at this time. In such a situation, as long as the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge side stays steady, they can slowly consume the enemy.

They did this before.

But since the people from Fenghuayuan gathered and brought a message, Wanmoling's offensive became fierce. They wanted to defeat the Haotian League's line in the shortest possible time to prevent changes.

The change came after all. Just when the two sides were unable to engage in a fight, a humming cry sounded, and the invisible impact spread all over the square, making the offensive of many Wanmoling cultivators slightly stagnated.

The suppressed cultivator of the Haotian League, who had fallen into a disadvantage, instantly reduced his pressure and took advantage of the situation to counterattack.

At the same time, the ghosts appeared one by one, and the locks were shot out.

caught off guard, the Wanmoling side suffered a big loss, and nearly ten people were locked and killed on the spot.

On the Haotian League side, many monks looked at the source of the sound, and they were all pleasantly surprised.

because they saw a tall figure over there.

"It's a giant armor!"

"Sima Yang, the **** finally came, and it seems that he is not too stupid!"

A cry of exclamation came out, it seems that the arrival of the giant armor has made the Haotian League monk's heart more stable. This is understandable. The giant armor is well-known. The monks in the vicinity know about his physical strength. UU Reading www.uukanshu At this juncture of .com, one's own side suddenly has such a powerful physical training, which can naturally stabilize people's hearts.

Apart from anything else, there is a giant armor, it's not that simple to rush into the battle at Wanmoling.

But what made them even more puzzled was how could the giant armor stand with a group of spirit bodies. Those spirit bodies still looked like their own helpers because they were attacking the people in Ten Thousand Demon Ridge.

Also, the one who is performing fire dragon skills standing with the giant armor is not Sima Yang either...

Among the crowd, Ji Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

Prior to this, he tried many times to win over Simayang and Jujia, but they were unsuccessful. Simayang is the most snobbish guy. If he doesn't give enough benefits, he can't move him. But now Gu Shenyang is imprisoned in Xianyuan City. In his dungeon, without him, how could Ji Yan promise Sima Yang any benefits?

From now on, Sima Yang is quite knowledgeable, knowing that he should come and help out.

He also saw the spirit bodies around the giant armor. Although he was puzzled, it was not the time to explore. Since those spirit bodies were attacking Wanmoling, they were his own helpers.

On the other side, in the Wanmoling camp, a young man looked at the place where the ghosts were. He looked at Lu Ye who was performing the fire dragon technique. This person was Qi Ming, the guardian of Zhaori Mountain.

"This is the blue blood sect Lu Yiye?" Qi Ming frowned.

"Yes." Chuqing gritted her teeth while standing next to Qi Ming.

"So many of you were killed by him?" Qi Ming's tone was a little dissatisfied.