She Made The Whole Cultivation World Cry

Behind the Kunlun Mountains, a sea of ​​fire and smoke filled the sky.

Amidst the deafening shouts of killing, nearly 100,000 demonic troops gathered into a rolling torrent, roaring like wild beasts, and continuously launched fierce charges towards the south of the Kunlun Mountains.

All the great sects of the human race in the Kunlun Mountains have united one after another to form a sky-like formation, stretching for more than ten thousand miles from west to east.

When the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, magic rays of light appeared one after another in the ruined forest, rolling up dust. The huge demon clan, which was more than ten feet tall, took heavy steps, waved the heavy hammer in his hand, and smashed ferociously on the formation barrier.

boom!

The barrier shook, and hundreds of human monks behind them vomited blood and flew backwards. A dozen Nascent Soul monks immediately surrounded them and all fired thunder from their palms.

Like flowing water, the silver-colored girl quickly ran from the rear of the demon army to the outside of the formation. The silver liquid turned into a solid barrier, firmly blocking the thunder in the sky.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The huge demonic hammer kept hitting the formation, creating large spider web-like cracks.

The human race's god-transforming monks and the demon race's god-transforming true demons stood under the blood-red sky. Their figures staggered and collided back and forth, with swords and swords raining down, and the explosions shocking the sky.

The Yuanying monks fought against the Yuanmo warriors, while the other monks fought against the demons across a large formation.

The blazing flames licked the earth mercilessly, the artillery fire continued, thick smoke blew into the face, blood flowed into rivers, and corpses lay everywhere.

The battle is extremely fierce!

Behind the demon army, Shen Mingjing was wearing a heavy cloak. Under the protection of Bing Ling and two other localized gods and demons, he stood on the top of a high mountain and looked at the entire battlefield.

The burning flames were like a huge fire dragon, winding and crawling on the charred earth. The ashes were blown all over the sky by the strong wind, like a heavy snow, spreading everywhere.

Shen Mingjing stretched out his hand, caught a piece of ashes, and crushed it bit by bit at his fingertips.

Bing Ling watched silently behind Shen Mingjing. Compared with his previous disdain for Shen Mingjing, he had fully seen Shen Mingjing's skills during this period.

In just one month, Shen Mingjing used the turbulent flow of time to save time, and almost simultaneously conquered all eight major tribes and more than thirty branches in the Demon Realm, acting vigorously and with ruthless methods.

All of this was incompatible with his weak appearance, making Bing Ling realize how strong Shen Mingjing was again.

As a descendant of the Ice Demon Saint Ancestor, Bing Ling is smarter than other arrogant demons and has read several military books left by the Saint Ancestor.

Seeing the evenly matched battle between the demons and humans in the Kunlun Mountains, even though the humans suffered heavy casualties and the demons suffered heavy losses, Bing Ling was very puzzled. This was not like Shen Mingjing's usual behavior.

"Ask whatever you want."

Shen Ming didn't look back at the camera, put down his hand and said coldly.

Bing Ling frowned and said, "I don't understand why we need to use this head-on fighting method. Since we are evenly matched, shouldn't we avoid the sharp edge and fight in a roundabout way?"

Shen Mingjing looked back at Bing Ling with some surprise, and said with a smile, "No wonder you stand out among this generation of ice demons and gain the respect of the demon master. It is rare among our demon clan to have such knowledge. "

Shen Mingjing turned his head and narrowed his eyes.

"If you think so, those humans will also think so. They will think that our demon clan has several times more troops than the humans, and we have enough strength to divide our troops and bypass the Kunlun Mountains and enter the hinterland of the humans."

"In this case, they must choose to divide their forces and guard the east and west passes. Then on the frontal battlefield, the human race's military strength will inevitably weaken. If I do the opposite and concentrate my forces on a frontal attack, wouldn't the chance of winning be greater?"

Bing Ling thought thoughtfully and nodded slightly, "But the human race's protective formation is also very strong. We can't take it down for a while. How can we deal with it if reinforcements come from the east and west?"

On the battlefield ahead, the ten trolls attacking the formation were killed by the swordsman in green who suddenly appeared. Dozens of golden elixir monks immediately filled the lost formation and tried their best to repair the formation.

Shen Mingjing smiled nonchalantly, "The west borders the Wu Clan's territory. The humans from the west won't come to help. They can't afford the gamble. As for the troops from the east, they won't come either."

"Why?" Bing Ling was puzzled.

Shen Mingjing waved his hand, wiped a map of light and shadow in front of him, and clicked on a river to the west of the Kunlun Mountains.

"Chishui?" Bing Ling recognized the river.

Shen Mingjing nodded, "Chishui comes from Kunlun and flows through the hinterland of the human race. All the big cities of the human race are built along the banks of the Chishui River. If they dare to withdraw the troops guarding Chishui, things will be even simpler."

"Whether we go down the Chishui River into the hinterland of the human race, or we directly poison the Chishui River, we can give the human race a heavy blow, so they will not lose the source of the Chishui River no matter what."

Bing Ling's eyes flashed with admiration, "Master Mirror Demon has thought carefully and Bing Ling has learned a lesson, but this time in front of me..."

Bing Ling was still worried that the frontal battlefield would take too long and the demons would suffer too much loss, which would be detrimental to the subsequent war.

But Shen Mingjing didn't seem to care at all, raising his hand to sweep away the ashes on his shoulders, "The difficult thing is not breaking the formation, but what happens after breaking the formation."

Until now, Shen Mingjing has not seen a human cultivator who came in from the Falling Demon Abyss. Those who resisted the demons were all local humans in the wilderness.

Are they really not afraid that Kunlun Qiu will fall and the demons and witches will invade in one fell swoop, and will it be difficult to reverse the defeat?

Once the final result is that the Demon Clan and the Witch Clan win, the danger of the Demon Clan’s Saint Ancestor and the Witch Clan will strengthen their control over the wilderness. At that time, everyone can be wiped out with a wave of their hands, and no one can even think about it. Leave the wilderness alive.

At this time, a mirage appeared on Shen Mingjing's shoulder out of thin air and screamed at him.

Shen Mingjing's pupils trembled slightly, and Bingling also understood the message conveyed by the mirage.

"Master Mirror Demon, the demon clan actually sent 30,000 troops up the Chishui River. What should we do now?"

Shen Mingjing raised his hand and pinched the center of his brow, "These 30,000 demon clan troops are most likely a deception. What troubles me most at the moment is not this demon clan reinforcements, but the missing Tai Sui!"

Bingling thought for a while and said, "What if Tai Sui is among the demon clan reinforcements?"

Shen Mingjing had not thought about this possibility. The sudden change of Tai Sui made him a little upset.

He scanned the battlefield again and raised his hand. There was a black mass like oil on his fingertips. Eight tentacles stretched out and wrapped around Shen Mingjing's fingertips.

"Demon octopus?" Bing Ling recognized the insect, which is a snack for young demons in the demon clan.

Shen Mingjing squatted down and placed the magic octopus on the ground, "Don't underestimate any weak existence."

As the demon octopus burrowed into the ground, Shen Mingjing's eyes continued to extend westward along the large screen of light that connected the sky and the earth on the battlefield, and finally landed on the back mountain of Xuantian Sword Sect.

Click! Kaka!

There were sudden bursts of cracking sounds, like a mountain avalanche. The ground in the valley behind the Xuantian Sword Sect suddenly opened a huge hole. The black viscous liquid suddenly rushed up from the ground like a rushing torrent, slapping hard on the ground. On the big formation boundary.

Shen Mingjing is also a master in the formation. In the previous battles, he has already seen the weak point of the formation, which is at the back mountain of Xuantian Sword Sect.

The method is not new, as long as it is easy to use.

As the demonic octopuses surged and devoured, the formation barrier in the valley behind the Xuantian Sword Sect was quickly polluted black and became as brittle as an ice shell.

Immediately afterwards, like a chain reaction, cracks were all over the entire formation, spreading crazily and making the sound of glass breaking.

The rhythm of the fierce battle suddenly stopped, and everyone looked towards the formation barrier.

boom!

A stream of magic light hit the formation barrier, and the entire barrier shattered into pieces in front of everyone's shocked eyes!

A smile emerged from Shen Mingjing's lips, "Kill him!"

Roar! ! !

The entire demon army was invigorated, like a flood that opened its gates, rushing forward irresistibly.

At the same time, in the south of the Kunlun Mountains, outside the gate of the Xuantian Sword Sect.

Zhao Fuyi stood at the foot of the mountain, the huge formation flag in her hand making a sound in the wind. She watched the fire in the mountain quickly spread towards this side along with the soaring magic mist, and swallowed slightly nervously.

Zhao Fuyi turned to look to the side. Wen Miao was sitting on the tree. Although she raised her head to drink, her eyes that were particularly bright in the dark night were always staring at the magic mist in the mountain.

A strong wind blew in front of Wen Miao, and all the way to the east, there was a god-transformation monk guarding the roadside every other section, and in the boundless dense forest behind them, there were crowds of people, all of them monks from various cities in the hinterland of the human race.