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"roar~"

A cry of a beast awakened Qing Shan who was in a daze, and instantly he felt some pain in his head.

After pounding, after the sound dissipated, Qingshan's head recovered.

Looking up, there was a monster on the defensive net.

Compared with Zhitian's figure, this monster can be regarded as small. Its body is dark red, its wings are tightly closed, and its huge feet are stepping on Zhitian's body, but Zhitian is not at all unhappy, even Qingshan I saw a bit of a dogleg look on it.

It was the one that made the sound just now. What exactly is it? Why do the beast hordes come one after another to the monsters that are not recorded in the Zangshu Pavilion.

'Roar~'

Jing Lan's eyes became suspicious, and he saw the monster on the defensive net cut through the defensive net with its sharp claws.

"what."

All the monks on Gengxia Mountain were shocked.

"Don't panic."

Jing Lan's voice rang in the ears, which reassured the monks a lot.

Before the beast horde came, they knew about it. They also knew about how high-level the monsters would be from the elders, and they had made sufficient psychological preparations. The difference was far, and Jing Lan's second order was put down ahead of time, which also made them a little flustered.

At the same time, their eyes were on Jinglan, and the eyes of all the monks were determined, as they said before, they swore to defend Tianmengzong to the death.

This is the overlord of the ancient monsters, the spirit worm, and its favorite food is monks.

As its sharp claws cut through the barrier, Jing Lan's fists hidden in his sleeves were clenched tightly, but there was no trace of emotion on his face.

The head of the sect was not very familiar with Zhi Tian and Ling Chong, so he subconsciously set his sights on Jing Lan.

After hundreds of years of getting along, he is still familiar with Jing Lan. When he saw Jing Lan's appearance, a drop of sweat slipped from the corner of his forehead and disappeared on the indigo's head costume.

'Smash it, smash it'

This is the loud sound of the defense net being devoured by spirit insects.

As the defensive net was swallowed, the spirit swords hanging in the defensive net became restless, and one after another the shining long swords attacked Zhitian and the spirit insects.

Jing Lan frowned and looked at the scene in front of him. The Ten Thousand Sword Formation had a strong attack on Ling Chong and Zhi Tian.

Seeing that Wan Jian was about to attack Ling Chong and Zhi Tian, ​​a monster with a whole body in pitch black rushed up, and he blocked all the swords with his body.

It's all here.

Demon horns, spirit insects, the three most vicious monsters in the sky, are also monsters that all monks and most monsters hate.

As the defensive net was destroyed, the spirit sword was swung away by the magic horn, and the swung away magic sword returned tremblingly to its master.

The spirit swords of Qing Shan and Qin Hou were in the middle, and they stayed at the end, being swung away again and again, and continued to attack again and again.

"Go ahead."

Jinglan's voice sounded again, and the cultivators of Gengxia Mountain also started to move.

Qing Shan glanced at Qin Hou's direction, how many times they have come out of adversity, I believe this time will be no exception.

After choking the formula, a green light flowed out from the fingertips and drifted in the direction of the spirit sword.

I saw that the spirit sword that was still fighting became stronger at the moment when the spirit light poured into the sword body. They became more frustrated and braver, and turned back to attack every time they failed to attack.

The magic horn got a little impatient, he stretched out his soft legs from the black shell, trying to step on the spirit sword that was attacking him.

But at this moment, a black sword passed through his legs.

The magic horn's defenseless legs were cut open like this, and black and red blood splashed on the other swords.

'puff. '

The magic horn looked at the sword in disbelief.

Black, red real sword.

The magic horn trembled all over, allowing the spirit swords to attack without being moved.

He's here, no way, he can't be here.

The magic horn sniffed, and his black eyes, which were integrated with his body, shone with fear.

Without his smell, he is not here, then he must not be using this sword, haha.

After getting the answer, the magic horn retracted his bloody legs, and he curled up his body.

Jing Lan stared at the movement of the magic horn, a slight smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

If you think that Chizhen can't play without him, then you are waiting to die.