I will survive with proficiency

"Chen Daoyou is careful. These two monks may have taken the magic pill and forcibly improved their cultivation for a short time at the cost of their own bodies." Ji Yan seemed to be facing an enemy.

Hearing this, Chen Ping tensed his body.

Knowing that trouble is not easy.

He can no longer use the Qingmang Sword.

The current spiritual power reserve is only enough for him to use the Qingmang Sword four times at most.

It has been used three times so far, and more than half of its spiritual power has been consumed.

If it continues to be used, the defensive skills cannot be maintained.

This is also thanks to his small success in refining skin, which increased his spiritual power reserves by 10-20%.

Otherwise more passive now.

Chen Ping quickly took a Heqi Pill, and swallowed a Shenshen Pill and Miasma Pill at the same time.

Fight again.

Because the magic building foundation has already attacked.

"Hey Hey!"

Blood and tears oozed out of the corners of a demon cultivator's eyes, and he let out a sinister smile under his ferocious expression.

"I sacrifice my blood to the way of heaven and attract the spirit of the abyss."

"break!"

With a roar from Moxiu.

The black air overflowing from his body immediately turned into countless sky bats, and the black mass, like an arrow shot, shot towards Chen Ping and Ji Yan.

Simultaneously issued a sharp cry.

In the place that was ravaged, the monks during the Qi training period, regardless of whether they were enemies or friends, all screamed. After the sky bats had ravaged them, only bones remained.

Countless monks showed horror.

Chen Ping retreated violently, and the full-level "Tiangang Thunder" shot out one after another, and lightning beams fell from the sky, lighting up the dark sky.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

The sky bat that was hit instantly turned into powder.

After Tiangang Thunder passed, Chen Ping immediately cast the "Dragon Fire Technique", but this time he did not summon the "Fire Dragon", but cast a large area of ​​"Fire Rain".

Fire rain doesn't do too much damage to monks, but fire spells are inherently restraining these evil things.

The screams of sky bats suddenly rang out.

Through the black sky bats, Chen Ping seemed to see a familiar figure among the demon cultivators, but it disappeared in a flash.

Chen Ping wanted to find out, but it was too late.

at the same time.

Moxiu didn't get a blow and didn't retreat. He changed his spell and fought with Chen Ping again.

"biu! biu! biu!"

"..."

As the battle continued, Chen Ping felt completely numb, as if he had lost his autonomy.

The battle has no end in sight.

Looking around, there are battle scenes everywhere.

But I don't see where the other foundation-building comrades fought, and the battlefield is very wide. Only the roar of the foundation building battle could be heard from time to time.

Among the monks in the Qi training period, there were far more monks in Yunzhong City than Demon Cultivators.

Ke Moxiu was fighting at home and set traps in advance. And there are many demons who have built a lot, once they free up their hands to deal with the monks in the Qi training period, it will be a dimensionality reduction blow, and several people will die at a time.

At this moment, Yunzhong City actually showed signs of defeat.

'I can't fight anymore. '

‘Saving your life is the most important thing. '

"Fellow Daoist Ji, lead the disciples of Yunzhongcheng to retreat down. If you want to fight, you have to fight at the foot of the mountain. There are too many casualties here." Chen Ping yelled.

There are too many obstacles here.

Totally unnecessary.

Ji Yan hesitated and said:

"good."

And fight and retreat.

Ji Yan began to lead fellow Taoists to retreat.

Chen Ping stepped down and saw that Yun Lingshan was in a bad situation, so he took care of that demon cultivator. Holding Yun Lingshan's back collar in one hand, he swept down quickly.

But just after running for a certain distance, he was blocked by a suddenly raised earth wall. Relying on his whole body's defense, Chen Ping waded over directly, unscathed, but in this time gap, he was once again entangled by the demon Xiu Jianji.

Can only fight again.

Kill one, come another.

'It's endless. '

At the end of the fight, Chen Ping only had his opponent in his eyes, and he couldn't care about others anymore.

"Boom, pop, whoop..."

"..."

After half a stick of incense, when Chen Ping was planning to be alone, he finally waited for rescuers.

Five or six Foundation Establishment cultivators of Ling Xiaozong quickly came from the endless forest with their swords and joined the battle.

The situation quickly tilted.

Chen Ping also heaved a sigh of relief.

Under the original situation, he only has the ability to protect himself. But if it was really a last resort, he could only protect himself and choose to save his own life.

Fortunately, reinforcements have arrived.

Half an hour later, after those late stage foundation-building demons had disappeared, the battle was completely over.

Moxiu died.

Run away.

The captured is captured.

Later, more Lingxiaozong monks came and began to take care of the scene.

The monks in Cloud City regrouped at the foot of the mountain.

After counting the number of people, it became known that most of the qi-training monks were dead, and none of the five were alive, and all of them were more or less wounded.

It was only at this moment that Chen Ping realized that this battle of killing demons was even more tragic than he had imagined:

Yun Wenting is dead, Tang Junyi is dead, Wu Maming is dead, Jing Hongping is dead...

Of the six foundations, only he and Ji Yan, the two lowest-level foundations, are still alive.

At the resting place at the foot of the mountain, wait until the mutilated bodies of Yun Wenting, Tang Junyi, and Jing Hongping are sent by the disciples of Ling Xiaozong.

The disciples of the Yun and Tang families couldn't believe that their ancestors died just like that.

Wails echoed through the valley.

It is not easy for each of these families to establish a foundation. These foundations are the pillars of the family, and the death of the foundations means that the family may decline.

Yun Lingshan also cried so much that she couldn't bear to live.

As for Wu Maming, he didn't even have a corpse, his body was engulfed by the demon cultivator's spell on the spot, turning into dust.

"Thanks to Chen Daoyou for helping me on the battlefield, otherwise I would be the dead body lying here at this moment." Ji Yan bowed, looking at the corpses of these comrades, with lingering fear in his heart.

keep sighing:

"Ai, I thought it was a light and easy battle to slay demons, but I never thought..., alas... it ended here, it ended here."

"Yeah. It was unexpected."

Looking at these dead companions, Chen Ping felt very uncomfortable and depressed.

Behind this battle of killing demons, I'm afraid it's not that simple. It's a pity that I am just a guest, and I don't know anything. Even this expedition was learned only three days before departure.

‘Alas, everyone I knew and was familiar with died one by one. '

'Yun Wenting, Jing Hongping... even the Patriarch of the Ning Mansion did not escape this hurdle. Not to mention so many familiar monks who died in Lianyun City'

'In this world, it is really not easy to cultivate an immortal. '

‘Especially as a Keqing (chess piece), it is even more difficult. After the 20-year service period expires, I will never join any sect again. '

...

Two hours later.

The slightly injured monks have all recovered to a certain extent.

As for those who are seriously injured, they can't recover in a short time and a half, at least they have to do it on a monthly or yearly basis.

After discussing with Ji Yan, Chen Ping decided to return.

Everyone is not in the mood to stay and tidy up the legacy of the demon cultivators of the Qingyun Sect. However, the cultivator of Lingxiaozong promised that all the belongings of Qingyunzong's devil cultivator this time will be sorted out and sent to Yunzhong City one by one.

This is what Cloudsdale deserves.

He sacrificed his life for it.

"Chen Daoyou, Ji Daoyou, the degree of danger in this battle of killing demons is unexpected. Although I have done as much detail as possible in the early stage, there is still a certain discrepancy with the reality. To be honest, fellow daoists, Ling Xiaozong also lost in the battle of the devil's cave. It's serious. After I go back, I hope the two fellow Taoists and Fellow Daoist Yun will explain more. Of course, Ling Xiaozong will personally visit Fellow Daoist Yun afterwards to clarify the specific situation." A nine-story foundation-building cultivator of Ling Xiaozong stepped forward.

Chen Ping said indifferently:

"I will tell Fellow Daoist Yun truthfully. I still need to trouble Fellow Daoist to help me return to the city."

There are still fleeing demon cultivators outside the forest, and they may encounter some danger when they head back on their own.

At least you need to press the formation in the late foundation building stage.

It just so happened that some monks from Ling Xiaozong were eager to return, so they drove a flying boat and pulled the two flying boats in Yunzhong City back.

Ten flying boats came and two returned.

On the flying boat, the atmosphere was heavy.

One by one drooped their heads.

At one end of the seat, Jing Hongping's Taoist companion Lu Xiuping was silent, staring blankly at the scenery outside the flying boat. A corner of the robe had been torn apart unconsciously by her hand, but she didn't know it.

Chen Ping sighed lightly, sat down next to Yun Lingshan, looked at her arm with scars, and said:

"Stretch out your arm and treat you. The feeling of treatment will be a little strange. Please bear with it."

"Thank you, Senior Chen." Yun Lingshan's eyes were red and swollen.

"Don't be too sad. My life as a monk is like this. It is never predictable. Life and death happen from time to time. We can only look forward." Chen Ping comforted.

"Um."

"..."