The villains are all my vests

Chapter 253 Once upon a time there was a Cangming Mountain (45)

The sound of the wind suddenly changed, like a devil crying.

When it fell on everyone's ears, cold sweat broke out almost immediately.

"What is that..." A terrified voice sounded from the crowd.

Everyone looked out following the man's hand, outside the Hall of Life and Death, behind the thick dark clouds, countless strange figures were approaching.

Zhao Lu looked at it for a while, and suddenly her face became extremely ugly: "It's so strong."

Wu Xian turned his head and glared at Wang Gang: "What did you do?!"

"I just helped you open the seals of the two worlds of humans and demons. Anyway, you have forgotten the seals in so many places. Let me remind you, is there anything wrong?" Wang Gang laughed maniacally.

The figure behind the dark clouds is getting closer.

It was so dense that it was almost impossible to count.

Some people opened their mouths in disbelief: "This is impossible... Is it all demon cultivators?"

Countless figures rolled in, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Almost to a frightening point.

Wu Xian made a decisive decision: "Everyone get out! Go outside!"

Once these demon cultivators broke into the Palace of Life and Death, they would be crowded and there was no way to fight back.

"Hahahahahaha, it's too late, it's too late." Wang Gang was bleeding more and more, but he seemed to be unaware, staring at the demon cultivators from far and near with bright eyes.

Wu Xian frowned, and slapped him.

Wang Gang, who had no strength to fight back, flew out directly, and his life and death were unknown.

People haven't reacted yet.

Wu Xian had already rushed out with the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect.

"Master?" Gu Zhihuan looked at Zhao Lu.

Zhao Lu thought for a while: "Follow Wu Xian."

Gu Zhihuan and the others also rushed out.

Others came out of the Palace of Life and Death one after another as if waking up from a dream.

Wu Xie took out a flare from his bosom and shot it out.

Brilliant fireworks lit up the sky above.

Gu Zhihuan clearly saw the figures of those demon cultivators above the clouds.

Pale face, black robe.

The Xiaoyao sect disciples quickly gathered.

After all, this is a Great Suspended Realm, and the Xiaoyao faction has its own mountain guard formation.

Under Wu Xian's command, the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect began to form formations in an orderly manner.

A light blue thin curtain shrouded the top of the Great Suspense.

Everyone is a bit more settled.

"This is the first time I've seen the Xiaoyao faction's mountain guard formation."

"My master said that many years ago, during the war between humans and demons, the mountain guard formation of the Xiaoyao Sect protected many cultivators."

"really?"

"Of course, thanks to the many people who survived that time, Moxiu was able to be forced back to Youzhou. Otherwise, Moxiu would have been wanton by now."

……

Amidst the discussions, the first batch of demon cultivators had already been killed.

The black figure hit the light blue thin screen without any movement.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Yufeng's face turned pale, and he couldn't help saying in a low voice, "Fortunately, Wu Xian is reliable at critical times."

Gu Zhihuan glanced at Wu Xian's profile, feeling that things were not that simple.

Moxiu went to the front of the thin curtain, but no matter what, he couldn't tear off the seemingly fragile thin curtain.

Wu Xian said in a deep voice: "There must be a lot of people left in the head sects."

"Really Wu Xian wants them to come to help? But the road to Daxuanjing is far away, I'm afraid it's too late to come here at this time, and your mountain protection formation has already blocked them." Someone replied.

Wu Xian frowned.

For a moment, Gu Zhihuan felt that Wu Xian was about to curse.

Fortunately, Wu Xian took a deep breath and endured it. He maintained his demeanor and said slowly: "The two brothers Wang Gang secretly destroyed the seal of the two worlds of humans and demons, but it should not be important. Otherwise, everyone will notice."

"What you need to do now is to ask the disciples to check the seals that they are responsible for, and then send someone to quickly repair them, so that the demon cultivators don't appear again," Wu Xian said.

The people present were not fools, their lives were at stake, and they immediately began to send orders to the disciples who stayed behind.

Fortunately, not many people came from each sect this time, and most of the elders remained in the sect.

Wu Xian also asked Wu Xie to check all the seals of the Xiaoyao Sect.

Through the thin screen, the faces of those demon cultivators could be seen.

In fact, they are no different from ordinary people, except that most of them have an abnormal bluish-white color.

In comparison, the appearance of the voodoo after being corroded by the demonic energy is more infiltrating.

"These demon cultivators don't seem to have a high level of cultivation."

"I feel a little stupid, actually biting the formation with my mouth..."

"Maybe we can fight."

……

The rustling sound of discussion came from the mouths of the young disciples.

Wu Xian, a group of people who have experienced the battle between humans and demons, looked extremely tense.

Zhao Lu explained to her three apprentices in a low voice: "The group you see now is not actually a demon cultivator, most of them just lost their minds and became demons. Xiu must be behind, you must not run around."

Song Yufeng grabbed Chao Lu's sleeve tightly, and demonstrated what it means to never run around.

Han Yue rarely laughed at Song Yufeng, but got closer to Gu Zhihuan.

Suddenly, Wu Xian straightened his back.

He made a gesture.

Dozens of elders from the Xiaoyao faction also took action.

The surging spiritual power was poured into the formation.

The thin veil of the sky thickens visibly to the naked eye.

When everyone was puzzled, Moxiu, who had been huddled together just now, suddenly dispersed to both sides like a tide, leaving a way.

A row of demon cultivators in neat black robes came over.

Behind them, a figure sat high on a large wooden chair, with black clothes and black hair, making his face paler.

Almost to the point of glowing.

He just sat there casually, already making people feel that his breathing was stagnant.

"This person is too exaggerated." Song Yufeng clicked his tongue: "More arrogant than Wu Xian."

Wu Xian glanced over vaguely.

I don't know if I heard it.

Song Yufeng coughed lightly, and continued to hide behind Chaolu and pretend to be cute.

He still knows when to be obscene.

Zhao Lu looked at the man, trembling slightly: "Kill the Immortal Lord."

"Huh? Master knows?" Song Yufeng asked.

"This man is the number one general under the command of the Lord of All Demons. During the battle between humans and demons, he even blocked a blow for him to save the Lord of All Demons. I thought he was already wiped out, but who knew he would come back to life." Zhao Lu pursed her lips: "The method of the demon cultivator is really too weird."

As soon as the Immortal Killer appeared, the restless Moxiu stopped, and stood orderly on both sides, all looking at him adoringly.

Dark clouds cover the sun, and there seems to be no peaceful day.

The bleak wind gradually stopped.

Tens of thousands of demon cultivators stopped in the sky above the Great Hanging Realm, and at some point they would strike out brazenly, rushing into the formation without hesitation.

For the first time in his life, Han Yue felt powerless like an ant.

He wanted to protect Gu Zhihuan, but no matter who was present, it seemed that they were stronger than him.

Gu Zhihuan noticed that something was wrong with Han Yue, raised his hand and rubbed the back of his neck calmly: "Don't look up, your neck hurts."

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