Chen Xinghe was a little uneasy. He was so powerful that his sword formation was controlled by him, why did he still twitch his right eye twitch?

It seems that the crisis has not only not passed, but is intensifying rapidly.

"Everyone meditates and cultivates." As soon as he finished speaking, the dragon vein was open, and the sword formation was suddenly filled with spiritual energy, happier than any blessed land.

Eighty percent of spiritual energy and twoty percent of immortal energy are extremely luxurious to ordinary monks. I am afraid that they can accumulate magic power in two quarters of an hour and lively.

Seeing everyone practicing quietly, Chen Xinghe felt a little relieved. Unexpectedly, a team suddenly came to Dongfang and called from afar: "Senior Brother Han."

This team was in a very embarrassing situation. Many monks helped each other. It seemed that they had arrived here after a fierce battle.

Han Zhongshu was moved: "Junior Brother Xu, thank you for your hard work!"

Chen Xinghe whispered loudly: "The sword formation remains unchanged, and I will immediately exchange 300 immortal stones for people to restore their combat power to prevent the demon tide."

"Yes!" Han Zhongshu felt that it was normal to do this. The more than 1,200 monks under his command had formed a tacit understanding. Sudden integration into other teams may affect the performance of the imperial throne.

Who would have thought that the person who came to stop doing it, and roared angrily: "Senior Brother Han, didn't you send us a message and let us gather? We have gone through a lot of hardships to kill, so why can't we integrate into the sword formation? We need time to rest and don't want to be scared."

The monks under his command hurriedly supported: "Emperor, the throne of the emperor, let the senior brothers and sisters integrate into the sword formation! We protect them and help them recover their combat power. In this way, everyone can fight side by side in less than an hour."

Han Zhongshu's face was solemn, feeling that this young brother Xu, who was usually very dull, was a little wrong. Suddenly, Chen Xinghe said, "Okay, enter the sword formation immediately and use the sword formation spiritual energy to recover."

"Imperial! Is this too hasty?" Han Zhongshu hurriedly sent a message.

"They are indeed cultivators of Qingtian Sect. I need this combat power to strengthen the sword formation. However, the Demonic Way is best at bewitching people's hearts. If it is hard, it is soft, if it is light, it is dark. It is normal for disciples of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect to mingle in this team."

"Then you still?" Han Zhongshu felt strange.

"Once we stop them from integrating, the morale of the army will be unstable immediately. Some demon monks have ways to cause internal strife and attract the demons in their hearts. Instead of scolding and blocking them, it is better to take the risk of taking them in. Follow my arrangements and assign positions."

"As for the order!" Han Zhongshu suddenly realized that he wanted to divert foreign teams. As for how to deal with them after the divert, it is unknown.

Chen Xinghe closed his eyes and felt the changes in the sword formation.

This is a self-challenge.

Wherever everyone sits, how the muscle lines move, should they be alert to look around, or should they truly integrate their breath into the sword formation, and all of them are reflected in their minds.

It would be so easy to distinguish between enemies and enemies so simply.

Chen Xinghe had an intuition that could make him feel uneasy. It was definitely not something that the inner demons could control or spies. It must be the most tricky monks of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect who had sneaked in.

"Haoran Zhenglan is also Mo Lan, so I reminded me that the disciples of Wanmo Sect may have other identities, or even disciples of Qingtian Sect."

"Hunters and preys may have identities exchanged at any time, so it is not enough to be careful! Only by being strong in one's own strength can you deal with various emergencies."

"Extreme! The only thing I can use now is this hatchet. The Great Way of Yuli will go further, and the Yin and Yang complement each other, and Tai Chi will be born."

Chen Xinghe held the hatchet and threw himself into his mind. He was forced to make it to this day. He knew how terrifying the Ten Thousand Demon Sect was, more than anyone present.

To be honest, even if you get the memory of the Demon Peak, you are not very clear about the advanced cultivators of the Wanmo Sect, but even if the known part is placed in front of you, it is shocking enough!

What shocked him even more was that many signs showed that the Wanmo Sect was going from the dark to the light, so this was the last battle.

The last time! How could you give up if you don’t kill a sea of ​​blood?

Two quarters of an hour later, another team came to join us.

The number of people in the sword formation immediately doubled to 2,500, but it would be great that Xinxiang sect cultivators could achieve 5 results.

Because Chen Xinghe had cleaned up before, only the rare monsters came.

The monks became more and more relaxed, and suddenly a mass of divine flame appeared.

"Ah! Be careful." Chaos came as scheduled.

"Is it messy?" Han Zhongshu's expression was not kind and was about to get up when a black needle suddenly pricked him.

"Who?" The opponent's attack was too fast.

The measuring ruler flashed, but failed to block the black needle.

"What?" Han Zhongshu couldn't believe it.

"Uncle Master, be careful!" Li Kuixing was very alert and came over with her relic coffin, but it was too late.

Black needle penetrates straight into the forehead.

"Ah?" Li Kuixing shouted, and found that Uncle Han had changed his appearance.

Chen Xinghe was shot hard, but it was still a very vicious poisonous needle.

He raised his hand and pulled out the black needle, looked carefully, and pondered: "The Qi Demon Blood has been dyed for 370 years after ten processes. Is this the best one willing to take out? I'm so impatient."

"Where is Uncle Han?" Li Kuixing asked.

"Transferring positions with me, dealing with those arsonists."

"What should I do now? The sword formation is in chaos." Li Kuixing stamped his feet in an anxious mood: "You shouldn't let these people come in! Those monks of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect will definitely attack you later."

"Don't worry, I can still hold on." Chen Xinghe smiled slightly and shot the poisonous needle out. The cultivator of the God-Cultivation Stage of Qingtian Sect who had been through seven or eight positions suddenly fell to the ground and shouted in horror: "You, how did you know it's me..."

This needle is too poisonous, and monks in the God Transformation Stage will die and live without life.

The voice echoed in the sword formation: "Whoever respects me and believes in me will kneel down!"

The pressure spreads.

"Master?" The little monk was surprised and did not doubt that he was there. He immediately knelt down, but this part of the people accounted for only 30%.

It was already very good to Chen Xinghe for 30%. Next, 20% of the monks hesitated a little and bowed down.

Chen Xinghe said again: "How about you? Have you ever respected me?"

A monk cursed: "You are a ball? Let us respect it? Offend so many sects and masters, please seek blessings first!"

Anyone who speaks wildly will immediately find that he is changing his position in horror. In the blink of an eye, he will come to those who are in trouble and bump into him without saying anything.

"Ah..." At the critical moment of life and death, they had to take action to save their lives.

There were lights rising from the three southeastern positions, and Chen Xinghe said as if he was still as a mountain: "Follow me to practice the sword formation."

At this moment, 40% of the monks did not kneel down, and these monks suddenly realized something was wrong.

The sword formation changed rapidly, and when they realized it, they were already in chaos.

"Kill! You can't let the sword formation escape."

"Bastard, there is no need to hide it anymore, take action."

Three disciples of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect appeared, and more than two hundred demon-stained monks gathered around them.

Kneel down? If they really kneel down, the demon heart will collapse immediately, and they will scold the other party for being too harmful.

Chen Xinghe sneered and watched the Demonic Cultivator rushing to kill, and all the cultivators with problems were killed in a group, without strangling the sword formation.

However, the real test is not on these people, but...
Chapter completed!