Opening: Me, I become stronger when I am beaten!

The Holy Land's mountain protection formation was disarmed, and the first layer of protection was finally lost.

At this time, a group of rebel disciples began to walk towards the door, and they were about to join the Rakshasa camp.

But Rakshamen didn't seem to really intend to keep the promise. Facing the dozens of disciples who came to seek refuge, the left protector raised his hand and killed one.

"Eliminate the Holy Land, leaving no one behind!"

Guardian Zuo shouted, he waved his hand, and everyone rushed into the mountain gate together.

At this time, the people of the Demon Sect came like a tide, coming swiftly and fiercely, displaying various martial arts skills, and raging sword qi flew all over the sky.

The faces of the disciples who were just about to take refuge in the Demon Sect turned pale, and now their intestines are green with regret, but there is no medicine for regret in this world, and they can only drink hatred.

A group of disciples will return to the Holy Land camp when they turn around.

"The rebels just now dared to take refuge in the Demon Sect. You are no longer disciples of the Holy Land, and you have been expelled from the Sect!"

These dozens of disciples were embarrassed now, and died soon after a wave of charges from the Demon Sect.

"Disciples, set up the formation, follow me to resist the demon gate!"

The Great Elder stood at the front, and stood together with a group of high-level officials, forming a human wall to resist the invasion of the Demon Sect.

Under the array formed by the disciples, everyone has been collectively improved, and the overall defense ability has risen to a higher level.

But at this moment, a spear flew from above, with an indomitable momentum, as if it could pierce everything.

This formation-shattering spear was flying towards the Great Elder, and it was about to kill his soul.

Seeing this, the seven elders teamed up and sacrificed magical weapons one after another to resist the attack of the spear that broke the formation, but they could only barely draw a balance.

Everyone took half a step back at the same time, feeling a little strenuous.

"Gentlemen, let's give up resisting. You are not our opponents at all. If you continue to resist, you will only die!"

While the Right Protector was speaking, the Formation Breaking Spear had already returned to his hand.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the Great Elder quickly said: "Give up the defense of the outer door, and everyone will follow me to retreat to the inner door!"

In the Holy Land, there are multiple defenses. The entrance of the mountain gate has a first layer of protective formations, and the inner gate also has a layer of defensive formations. The core area is even more heavily protected, so that the Holy Land can be proudly preserved when encountering a big enemy.

As soon as the protective formation at the inner door was opened, everyone hid in the defensive formation.

However, this can only be a tactic to delay the attack.

The most precious treasure of the Devil's Gate, the Spear of Breaking the Formation, can be said to be the nemesis of the formations in the world. After all, this protective formation can only resist for a while.

"Hmph! You are just lingering, under the attack of the spear that breaks the formation, your defensive formation will be difficult to support after all."

The right protector urged the formation-breaking spear again, and began to stab at the barrier of the formation.

Accompanied by a violent shock, a crack was blasted on the barrier, and it seemed that it would not last long.

Seeing this, everyone in the Holy Land was still panicked, but now they have seen the methods of Rakshamen, and they are mentally prepared for a desperate fight.

The third elder said: "The protective formation at the inner door can only last for a quarter of an hour, but the Holy One is already on his way back, I hope they can come back soon."

The Great Elder looked at the demon sects in the outer sect, his eyes were full of anger.

"How did you cultivate this group of wastes who are greedy for life and afraid of death, and betray the Holy Land at a critical moment, and seek refuge in the magic sect? They are simply a bunch of scum!"

The spear of breaking the formation fell again, and the cracks in the formation were getting bigger and bigger, allowing one person to pass through.

A disciple of the demon sect got in first, but he was slapped to death by the third elder just as he entered.

The formation-breaking spear fell again, and with a loud bang, the formation finally broke, and a huge crack more than two feet wide appeared in front of everyone.

The formation was damaged and gradually disintegrated, and the defensive ability was gone.

Just when the people of Rakshamen were about to rush in, there was a movement outside the mountain gate.

A palm the size of a house suddenly fell from the sky, with majestic momentum, as if a small mountain was pressing down.

With one palm, more than 100 people in the Rakshamen were directly killed.

The Holy One made a move, his figure stood proudly in the air, his strong aura was released, and he had an indiscriminate deterrent effect on everyone in the Rakshasa sect.

This powerful coercion immediately made everyone in the Rakshamen feel like a mountain was pressing on their heads, making them unable to breathe.

The next moment, Ye Chen's figure suddenly appeared in the crowd, the Xuantian Jiuli Sword was sacrificed, and the Heavenly Sword Art was used along with the trend, the violent sword energy raged across, beheading and killing dozens of Rakshasa sect disciples with one strike.

"You guys dare to come to my holy land to act wildly, you are simply asking for your own death!"

The Holy Lord's voice was resolute, with supreme majesty, echoing in the sky.

This voice echoed in everyone's ears, resounding everywhere.

Everyone in the Rakshamen panicked at that time. They had originally received the news that the Holy One had disappeared and his life and death were uncertain, but now he appeared again and made a strong return.

"What's going on in the information hall? Such an important news can be wrong, it deserves death!"

Zuo Hufa gritted his teeth, his eyes wished he could eat people.

And the people on the Holy Land side have already cheered.

Smiles appeared on the faces of all the senior executives.

"His Holiness has finally returned, and my Holy Land is saved."

"Everyone will fight out with me, occupying all the evil barriers of the Demon Sect!"

With the order of the Great Elder, everyone rushed out quickly, like a broken bamboo.

Rakshamen originally had 800 people here, but now nearly half of them were killed or injured in a blink of an eye, which made them very confused.

The Holy One struck again, displaying a powerful martial skill, and the power like a mountain fell from the sky.

In a blink of an eye, more than 100 people in Luochamen were crushed on the spot, blown into a cloud of blood.

The Rakshamen was originally not very big, but the hundreds of people who came this time were all the elite of the sect. The number of casualties today is already enough to severely damage the Rakshamen.

"You stop!"

Guardian Zuo and the two elders stood up, and they were going to fight against the Holy One with three-on-one.

The saint looked at them coldly, without any emotion in his eyes.

"You are so young, and you want to shake the foundation of my Holy Land, you are simply beyond your control!"

After the words fell, the Holy Venerable raised his hand and waved a palm, which was as powerful as a mountain.

The three of them shot at the same time and worked together to resist the blow, but they were not cultivated enough, they were crushed with one move, and they all vomited blood and fell to the ground.

Then, before the Holy Venerable could make another move, several elders hacked to death the three high-ranking Rakshamen with their swords.

The people in the Holy Land were like a rainbow, facing the less than [-] remaining disciples of the Raksha Sect, they started a wave of unilateral massacres.

In less than twenty breaths, Rakshamen was almost dead and wounded, the remaining few fell to the ground and pretended to be dead, only to be stabbed by someone.

At this time, the right protector of the Luocha sect had already seen that the situation was not good, so he sold these fellow sects ahead of time, and fled on his own, his body turned into a streamer, and quickly fled away.