Chapter 657: Bloody battle everywhere

After walking for about a cup of tea, suddenly, the big man narrowed his eyes and showed a somewhat solemn expression on his face.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

Before the naive young man could finish his words, the sound of breaking through the air reached his ears, and with a flash of red light, several flying knives were shot from a distance.

There were still a few feet away, but the power already made several people shiver.

"The ultimate spiritual weapon!"

The big man's voice sounded like he was talking in his sleep. Those who possess such treasures are not ordinary disciples. Unexpectedly, they met a tough disciple as soon as they entered the mountain.

Although he felt weak in his heart, he was not slow to react and immediately sacrificed an axe-shaped spiritual weapon, which turned into a wisp of black light and came forward.

The four people behind him were not idle either. They took out their spiritual weapons and talismans and attacked from the sides.

However, their cultivation was really terrible, and their magical powers were not outstanding at all. With five against one, they were quickly at a disadvantage.

After a few rounds, there was a flash of blood, and the big man was cut in half.

"Brother!"

The eyes of several other people flashed with sadness and anger, but there was more fear, and they had no fighting spirit, so they fled in all directions.

"Huh, I want to leave, I'm dreaming!"

There was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of the woman in red clothes, she pointed out her delicate hand, and the flying knife trembled slightly. The sound of piercing the air became more and more sharp and harsh, and blood splattered. None of the four people were spared. They all fell and their souls returned.

Hell.

"Hmph, with such a level of cultivation, he actually dares to stroke the beard of my Ning family tiger. He is overestimating his own abilities and is likely to die a hundred times."

The woman in red turned around and disappeared from the place, going to hunt other invading monks.

In another mountain valley only a few miles away, three Ning family disciples wearing yellow robes were standing back to back, each with disheveled hair and extremely embarrassed, trying desperately to use the spiritual weapon in their hands.

However, it was useless. Not only did the opponent have seven people, but their cultivation levels were even stronger than theirs. Now they were just playing cat and mouse.

Seeing that the three Ning family disciples were at the end of their game, a ferocious-looking old man opposite him slapped his storage bag and made a grimace as big as a bushel.

"go!"

The old man pointed it out, and immediately rushed forward with a grimace, opened his mouth wide, swallowed up a Ning family disciple, and started chewing it.

The other two were extremely frightened, and with the death of a companion, the pressure increased dramatically.

Within a moment, they were all defeated by each other, and their souls returned to the underworld.

…

And this kind of mutual killing battle is currently going on in the entire Leiyin Mountain. There is a strong smell of blood everywhere within a radius of hundreds of miles.

Wrongful souls are everywhere, and the tragedy is extreme!

And this was just the beginning. The battle between low-level monks could not influence the outcome of the battle. After a few hours, the masters from both sides finally couldn't hold back anymore and began the first wave of contact.

Strictly speaking, it is tentative, but the situation in the battle between monks in the Dan Condensation period is naturally very different. As soon as the magic weapon comes out, although the color of the world cannot be said to change, everyone within a few miles is also turned upside down.

If the monks at the higher level cannot avoid it, they are likely to be involved, and even the aftermath will be enough to send their souls back to the underworld.

For the attacker, the victory lies in having enough manpower. However, the Ning family in Leiyin Mountain has been in business for thousands of years, and various restrictions have emerged in an endless stream. Relying on the formation, they are not inferior at all. If nothing goes wrong, this will be a battle.

A tough war of attrition.

However, such a result is something Lin Xuan never wants to see. He has finally conquered the family, how can he let it suffer heavy losses? As the saying goes, shoot the man first, shoot the horse first, and capture the thief first, capture the king. It is time

It's time to take action yourself, and at the same time let the zombie demon's prestige skyrocket.

Thinking of this, Lin Xuan asked the corpse demon to give Ning Wanshan a few words, and then it turned into a black light and flew away through the air.

Cangyue Peak is about fifty miles away from the main altar of Leiyin Mountain. It is more than a thousand feet high and the mountain is extremely steep. It is the seat of the four branches of the Ning family.

The Ning family has lasted for thousands of years and is divided into seven branches. Although the four houses have not been prosperous in the past hundred years and have long since declined, as the saying goes, a hundred-footed insect will die but not stiff, and there is still some heritage in it.

Although they have no say at all in this family head dispute, the declining Fourth House still has three elders in the Dan Condensation stage and about a hundred disciples in the Foundation Establishment stage.

However, at this moment, Cang Yue Peak, where the fourth house is located, is in a precarious situation, and the forbidden formation may be breached at any time.

There are not many enemies, just a few dozen, but the two leaders are the famous giant demon lords, the Mang clan.

These two brothers have weird and unpredictable skills, and they are even better at separate attacks and combined attacks. Since their debut, thousands of monks have died under their hands. They are murderous, and sometimes even mortals are not spared. They are truly

The notoriety spread far and wide.

"Master, what should we do now?" A thin and thin Foundation Establishment monk spoke with a pale face. Not only him, but almost all the four disciples had fear on their faces. The enemy's attack was too fierce and their reputation was too impressive.

People were trembling with fear.

"Send the transmission note, like the main altar to ask for help." The leader of the four branches, an old man with a black face, glanced at the crumbling light curtain and ordered in a deep voice.

"yes!"

Immediately, several disciples rubbed their hands together, as if a transmission sound was emitted from the outside world.

However, the fire flashed for a few seconds, and they had just flown a few dozen feet before they were shot down by the opponent. These guys were trying to catch a turtle in a jar, and naturally they would not give the opponent a chance to ask for help.

The expression of the black-faced old man became more and more ugly, and at this moment, an earth-shaking loud noise came, mixed with exclamations, it turned out that the forbidden formation had been breached.

"Humph, the Ning family is so famous, but it turns out it's just that."

A hoarse and sinister smile reached his ears, and the black-faced old man's expression froze. He quickly looked up and saw two monks rushing toward him more than ten feet away.

These are twin brothers, their appearance is ugly... no, they should be extremely terrifying.

He is tall and thin, with a bloodless face, a protruding forehead, and deeply sunken eyes, giving him the impression of a skeleton zombie.

"Two heroes of the Mang clan?" The old man took a breath of cold air and couldn't help but turn his head and glance at his side. Originally, the four branches also had three elders in the Condensation Stage, but the junior brothers and junior sisters were leading the patrol outside, otherwise there would be no chance of a fight at the beginning.

Strength, as for now, he sighed... being alone and unable to sing is the best adjective.

In addition to the two heroes of the Mang clan, there were dozens of foundation-building monks on the other side, and they were also fighting ping-pong-pong with the disciples left behind in the fourth room.

Without the formation as a cover, most of the monks from the four branches were at a disadvantage. In just a few rounds, a disciple's blood was splashed five steps away.

A flash of anger flashed in the eyes of the black-faced old man, but he also knew that the matter could not be done, and whispered: "Send the order, so that the disciples do not have to fight to the death, and break out and return to the main altar when the opportunity comes. It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge in ten years."

"yes!"
Chapter completed!