Immortal Space

The current battlefield has been divided into three places.

On one side, the group of monsters and beasts attacked Yunxia Mountain with all their strength.

There are only more than forty Jindan cultivators stationed on Yunxia Mountain, while the Yaozu side has more than a hundred third-level monsters, plus many lower-level monsters. In terms of overall strength, the Yaozu has the upper hand.

However, Yunxia Mountain has a large array of protection, and the two sides are even in a short period of time.

On the other side, the sloppy old man and other forty-three golden cores fighting against the fourth-order monsters are much more dangerous. If they are not careful, they may die.

Of the forty-three of them, the sloppy old man is the strongest and has rich experience in fighting skills, and they are the main force to contain Qing Yu.

Next is Lei Xiu, Jia Liang, who sacrificed a white-bone sword with electric arcs shining on it. Even with Qing Yu's strength, if the arc rubbed against his side, his body would feel numb.

But after all, he is only at the early stage of the golden core, and his cultivation level is still shallow, so there are not many chances that the white bone sword he sacrificed will be able to reach the edge.

The remaining forty or so people all formed a battle formation, and divided labor and cooperation. More than half of them were responsible for defense, and the rest cooperated with attack or containment.

With the joint efforts of everyone, although the fight was difficult, they were able to persevere, and no one has died yet.

In fact, the reason why they were able to persevere until now without losing was mainly because Qingyu had unhealed old injuries, which affected its ability to display its strength.

In addition, it still has scruples, fearing that it will be burned by the Golden Crow flames again, so it has always used the phantom giant claws to fight, and its strength has also dropped a few levels due to this.

As for the third battlefield, it was the Immortal Dao Trading Company led by Liu Changsheng. The Immortal Dao Trading Company had a total of more than 150 Golden Core monks.

This time, only more than 50 people were left to be in charge of intelligence liaison, and 100 Jindan monks were dispatched to participate in this battle.

After the sloppy old man and the others were entangled by the hundred of them, they took over their work, beheading those first and second rank monsters from behind.

The efficiency of their killing of a hundred people was extremely fast, and they quickly killed a large area behind the monster clan.

The monster that was attacking Yunxia Mountain with all its strength, no matter how slow its reaction was, it had already discovered the situation behind it at this moment.

Although Patriarch Qingyu came back, they still did not change their fate of facing enemies on both sides, and this time the attack was even more ferocious. In a short period of time, tens of thousands of monsters had already died.

There were hundreds of black-robed monks behind the herd of beasts. Every time they made a move, several monsters would fall down, and they were rapidly harvesting the lives of the monsters.

This caused great psychological pressure on the monsters that were attacking Yunxia Mountain in front. No matter how low their spiritual intelligence was, they were born with a fear of death.

At this time, who still has the mind to work hard to attack Yunxia Mountain.

Qing Yu, who is a fourth-order monster, naturally noticed this scene, and was secretly startled, wondering where so many Golden Core cultivators came from.

The total number is at least two hundred. Their Qinghu family has two fourth-level ancestors, sitting on countless resources, and with the strength of the whole family, they have only cultivated dozens of third-level monsters.

Moreover, facing so many Golden Core cultivators at once, it is also frightened, and if those black-robed cultivators are allowed to kill them, they will undoubtedly lose this battle.

So, it shot two vellus hairs from its tail and shot at the sloppy old man. This power is not weaker than that of ordinary magic weapons.

Ding ding twice, the two vellus hairs were chopped off by the black flying sword.

Taking advantage of this time, Qing Yu left the battlefield and flew towards the group of monsters. It wanted to bombard a few black-robed monks to death, and planned to solve the crisis on the battlefield first.

However, it had just left, and when the sloppy old man saw the direction it was flying, he made a good guess.

So, the sloppy old man used his mana and shouted: Patriarch Qingyu has run away! Everyone follow me!

The sloppy old man used up his magic power to roar loudly, and the sound was transmitted for several miles, and the people and monsters nearby could hear it clearly.

The more than forty monks who followed him felt a little embarrassed when they heard the old man yelling so shamelessly. They were pressed and beaten just now. Is it appropriate to brag about such a big bull?

But the black-robed monks of the Immortal Dao Trading Company a few miles away, after hearing this, looked up and found that Qing Yu Patriarch seemed to be coming towards them, and one by one got into the group of monsters and disappeared.

When Patriarch Qingyu arrived, he had already disappeared. It slapped it angrily, and more than ten low-level monsters below were patted into a big meatloaf.

It didn't care about killing a few low-level monsters, and then chased them down.

And the sloppy old man's yelling just now seemed not enough, and he led more than forty golden core monks to follow Qing Yu closely, yelling one after another.

Don't let Patriarch Qingyu go, catch him!

We must not let Patriarch Qingyu escape, everyone follow me!

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He led more than forty people, chasing and shouting all the way, so arrogant that many monsters who didn't know the truth believed it.

Even Patriarch Qingyu was defeated, and was chased like a bereaved dog by the human race. When this patriarch Qingyu ran away, he even attacked some low-level monsters to vent his anger.

This move made many monsters lose confidence in Patriarch Qingyu.

Patriarch Qingyu chased it for several miles, but still found nothing. These black-robed monks are too cunning, every time they saw it from a distance, but they found nothing when it came close.

Since it can't catch up, it won't chase. It turned around and stared coldly at the sloppy old group of people chasing behind.

I have endured you for a long time, since the superiors are rushing to die, I will fulfill you.

Then, Qing Yu, Sloppy Old Daoist and the others fought together again.

The black-robed monk who was hiding among the monsters, saw Qing Yu and the sloppy old man fighting together, they all got out again, and continued to slaughter the monsters wantonly.

Everything was back to how it was before, but this time Qing Yu made a real move. Although he had some scruples, he fought much more vigorously.

In just a moment, one person was injured, his chest was pierced by a hair from Qingyu's tail, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

During the battle, no one had time to check on his injuries.

Now more than forty people were routed by Qing Yu, retreating again and again.

After a while, there was another death and three injuries.

As the casualties increased, they were even more unable to deal with Qing Yu's attack, and they were afraid that the casualties would be even greater.

In the distance, Liu Changsheng, who was directing the black-robed monks, saw this scene from a distance, and gathered more than twenty Golden Core monks, ready to rush to the rescue of the sloppy old man.

On the battlefield, the sloppy old man saw his teammates fall one by one, and knew that the general situation was over, and they might have to hand over half of them today.

Sun Shaoxuan, Li Yuezhou, Zhang Shengyu, the three of you and I will stop Qingyu patriarch, Jia Liang, and you lead the rest of the team to retreat.

Obey! The three team leaders responded without changing their expressions.

Just as Jia Liang was about to say something, at this moment, more than 20 golden core monks in black robes flew from a distance, and Liu Changsheng, the team leader in front, was familiar to many of them.

At this moment, Wang Hong also led fourteen Golden Core cultivators from another direction, flying towards here.