Drunk Immortal Gourd

Suddenly, four lights and shadows came rushing towards the horizon. Before everyone could see clearly, the four lights and shadows fell outside the formation with a whistling sound. It was the four combined monks of the demon clan who each led nearly two thousand people. The monk flew over, probably a little far away, so he rushed over at this time.

This is also true. The demons knew that this battle was not easy to fight, so they openly set up a large protective formation, but secretly evacuated the people. The demons had many methods, and it was not difficult to avoid the detection of the spirit clan.

However, they did not give up at the camp. Instead, they asked the insect-demon fusion monk who had just come to support to take several of his disciples to hide in the demon camp. As Holy Lord Wumeng guessed, the purpose was to let the spirit tribe The combined monks divided their troops. The Demon Clan army is hiding thousands of miles away, and uses the Demon Clan's unique methods to cover it up. Finding them is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Sure enough, the Spirit Tribe fell into the trap. Holy Lord Wumeng led his people into the black mist and left the remaining monks outside. The insect demon monk dragged Holy Lord Wumeng and others while passing the news to the Demon Tribe. The army, the Flame Demon Lord, immediately rushed over with his people. After all this effort, he wanted to make a time difference to see whether Holy Lord Wumeng would deal with the Insect Demon Clan fused monks first, or the Flame Demon Lord would break through the formation first.

Although they had known that the demon army was coming back, when they were waiting for them to arrive, Holy Lord Heima and Holy Lord Guanchen were still worried. The number of demon monks was eight thousand. Although it was slightly less than the spiritual clan, they were all coming. The elites, especially the fused monks, the four of them, have an absolute advantage in high-end combat power. I don't know if they can stop the Ten Thousand Spirits Controlling Turtle Formation. Once the formation is broken, there will definitely be heavy losses.

Among the four demon fusion monks, in addition to the Flame Demon Lord, the Cold Wing Demon Lord and the Armored Demon Lord, there is also the first-level fusion demon clan monk who assisted them last time, the Soft Bone Demon Lord from the Tianxiang Demon Clan. A woman with a body as soft as water, with a graceful figure and a face like a peach blossom. Wearing a pink transparent gauze dress, it could not cover the key parts at all, making people blush.

Looking at the solemn and solemn Saint Lord Heima and Saint Lord Guanchen in the formation, the Armored Demon Lord laughed and said: "Hahahahaha, Flame Demon Lord, you are still smart. The Spirit Clan has indeed divided its forces. As long as we break through With their turtle shells gone, the remaining two fused monks are nothing to worry about."

The Flame Demon Lord said calmly: "It's just a simple conspiracy. Even if the spirit army knows our plan, it has to act according to our plan because they can't afford to delay it."

The Cold Wing Demon Lord said: "The Insect Demon Lord of the Insect Demon Clan has many methods. Although he only has the cultivation level of the first level of integration, his strength is extremely powerful. Even I dare not underestimate him. He takes advantage of the black mist and the advantageous location to hold the birds back." Meng Shengjun and others will be fine for five or six hours, we have enough time to break the formation."

Hearing the discussion, Holy Lord Guanchen was even more uncertain. How could the Ten Thousand Insect Demon King be so powerful? Can you hold off Holy Lord Wumeng for five or six hours? Holy Lord Wumeng said before that the Ten Thousand Spirits Controlling Turtle Formation can withstand the bombardment of the demon army for three hours. If it cannot come back in three hours, wouldn't the Spirit Race be doomed?

Saint Lord Heima also had this idea in his mind, but he knew that the morale of the military must not be disturbed, so he shouted loudly: "Don't listen to the nonsense of the demon clan. This is their arrogance. It is just to disturb the morale of our spiritual clan's military. Everyone just needs to If you stick to the formation, you will be able to hold on until the city lord returns."

The words of Heima Shengjun were still very effective. The spirit army in the formation really calmed down. They were protected by the formation and there were many people. Although the city lord was nowhere to be seen, he was in the black mist not far away. As long as If they persist until Shengjun Wumeng and others come back, victory will eventually belong to them.

As he spoke, the demon army was already well-arranged, and the Flame Demon Lord shouted loudly: "Don't miss this opportunity before it comes again. If we break through the formation earlier, the pressure on the Ten Thousand Insect Demon Lord will be less. My comrades, follow me." Together, I broke the turtle's shell, destroyed the Spirit Clan army, and leveled Wuqi City."

"Destroy the Spirit Clan army and flatten Wuqi City." Nearly eight thousand Demon Clan monks roared at the same time, the sound shook the world and spread for dozens of miles. After the roar, there was no need for the Flame Demon Lord to issue any more orders, and each of them used their magic weapons to attack. Facing the Ten Thousand Spirits Controlling Turtle Formation of the Spirit Clan, thousands of late-stage god-transformation monks, hundreds of void-refining monks, and four fusion monks seemed to be changing the world, and the space seemed to be collapsing.

So many attacks fell on the formation, and the tortoise shell-like formation network composed of countless rays of light in the sky suddenly dimmed, as if it was about to break in half. Fortunately, the formation held on, and suddenly lit up again and returned to its original state, but it was dark. Ma Shengjun was still startled. He knew that now was not the time to spare his efforts and could not take any chances. He quickly said: "First go up to six sentries and input all your true energy to provide energy for the formation. An hour later, the other six There can be no interruptions.”

The original plan of Heima Shengjun was to go to three or four sentries first, and rotate them once an hour. In this way, the replaced people could have two to three hours to rest and replenish their true energy, so that they could last longer, but now it seems that, I'm afraid three or four whistles are not enough, and six whistles must be sent at once.

You can attack at will outside, but you can only defend passively in the formation, which consumes a lot of real energy. After more than half an hour, some people can't hold on anymore. Seeing the light network of the formation gradually dimming, the defense power It seemed that it was getting lower and lower. Heima Shengjun did not dare to delay, and quickly asked another six sentries to replace the previous six sentries. The six sentry posts in total could not last even an hour. This was completely inconsistent with his plan. Same, if this continues, it won't take long for the formation to break.

Sure enough, when the last six sentries couldn't hold on any longer, the six sentries in front had just recovered 50% to 60% of their true essence, and only an hour and a half had passed. The Black Hemp Saint had no other choice but to force the six sentries in front to go up, and even sent the wounded battalion up.

Even so, these six sentries only lasted a little more than half an hour, and the other six sentries only lasted half an hour. At this time, the six sentries in front had only recovered 30% to 40% of their true essence, and because of the continuous consumption, their physical and mental strength were severely depleted. After going up, they might not even last for two quarters of an hour, and there was no way to replace them. The Black Hemp Saint had no choice but to announce that all the spirit cultivators would go up together, and no more replacements would be made. They would hold on as long as they could.

It seems that even the Black Hemp Saint King is helpless. Many people have gloomy expressions. In this situation, the true essence of the spirit cultivators inside the formation has been exhausted, while the morale of the demons outside the formation is high. Once the formation is broken, they will face a one-sided massacre, and not many will be able to escape. This will be an unprecedented defeat. From now on, Wuhu City may never be able to organize such a large-scale battle again.