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"Everyone, don't separate, break through the fog."

All of them were seriously injured, and it was only by relying on the ability of the monks who transformed themselves into gods that they could suppress their injuries and maintain their fighting strength.

The number of Huashen powerhouses is only half of that of the other party. If they are divided into one and two on average, they can last for a longer period of time. Although they will fall into a disadvantage, they can still stand him for a few days.

But that's not how wars are fought.

In the previous battle with Bailian Mountain, this point was vividly displayed.

If separated by them, Wantumen can hold them one-on-one.

Then the remaining dozen or so God Transformations besieged one together.

Even the strongest physical training will definitely not last long.Being beaten into fly ash, even a cultivator with strong life and strength will die.

Now that the way of retreat is cut off, they can only defend in the center to prevent the opponent from cutting the battlefield, and they are trying to break through together.

It's just that the other party doesn't intend to give them this chance at all.

In the 33rd way, the blood-colored knives that can cut through the mountains flew out together, and came to kill everyone in the Zhongshan League in the middle.

Being hit by this sword-mansling formation, half of the dozen or so of them had to confess here on the spot.

hum!

A blood-colored lotus phantom rapidly expanded, covering all of them.

33 blood-colored sword glows collided with the phantom of the lotus flower.

The bloody knife light formed a storm, madly rushing towards it, cutting.

The Pure Lotus of Fruits, which once showed its prominence in the Battle of Bailian Mountain and trapped the six great monks helplessly, also fluctuated violently at this time.

This level of damage is obviously not something that Lotus Phantom can easily bear.

This shock lasted for half a quarter of an hour before it slowly dissipated.

Looking at the phantom of the lotus platform, the petals have been torn to pieces.

As for the avatar of the statue sitting on the lotus platform, 33 cracks have been cracked on its body.He also needs to pay a price to block this kind of damage.

If it weren't for the fact that it is the blood pool in the Doro Blood Arena that is supporting the lotus, if only the power of the earth veins is used, it would have completely collapsed by now.

"Master Ananda, are you alright?"

The other cultivators who transformed into gods around were all quite frightened by this blow.

They were able to survive this calamity unharmed, and looked gratefully at the clone of the statue in the middle.

This kind of terrifying knife array, this friend of President Jiang, can actually withstand it.

If it weren't for him, the foundation of Dazhongshan's world of cultivating immortals would have been wiped out by half.

But looking at the 33 cracks on his body, if you think about it with your brain, you can tell that it is impossible to be fine.

"Master, is there anything I can do to help you recover from your injury? If you need anything, please speak up."

Everyone took out their healing medicines one after another and handed them to the clone of the idol.This one must not fall down, if he falls, everyone will be finished.

"Others are useless to the poor monk. Can you use the Buddhist relic to use this blood lotus? The pressure on the poor monk is too great."

The god clone barely opened its eyes, and two tears of blood flowed down directly.

When the bystanders saw it, they were shocked.

This man must have been seriously injured just now.

When the statue avatar came to Chongshan League, it returned the relics that had dimmed a lot.

Now that we are in a hurry, we can only borrow it again.

Everyone looked at the people from Cihang Temple.

Master Liaoku looked at the blood and tears of Venerable Ananda. Although this person looked like a demon, but fighting side by side for a few days had completely eliminated their misunderstanding of appearance.

Such a righteous man risked his life to help them.

Even if it is the Buddha treasure, how can they have the slightest bit of reluctance?

Whether it is the supreme treasure of Buddhism or not, if you don't take it out now, everyone will die.

"My lord, please feel free to use it. The relics of our ancestors can be used to save the common people, which is their best ending."

The six relics were taken out and floated above Venerable Ananda's head, and six beams of golden light casted down, allowing the statue clone of the Buddha-Magic Community to rebalance the energy in the body.

Continue to draw energy from the rich and powerful Doro Blood Arena, and restore the lotus petals to their original state one by one.

"Master Wushe, please deliver that prisoner to the poor monk."

Enveloped by the phantom of the lotus, there is also the Wantumen Huashen who was used as a bait.

He is now being suppressed by the square sky seal, unable to move at all.

Fang Tianyin raised the statue a little and let him out.

Afterwards, Master Liaoku, whose muscles were knotted like a diamond, stretched out his hand and grabbed the opponent's neck.

This Wantumen Huashen was injured, so he was no match for the abbot of Cihang Temple.

The body more than three feet high was lifted like a chicken, and thrown into the lotus platform.

The idol's avatar placed one hand on the head of the cultivator of the Wantumen.

"Karma, Amitabha!"

Following the breath-like flickering light on the fruit retribution net lotus, the 33 cracks on the body of the god statue were transferred along the arm one by one into the body of the cultivator of the Wantumen.

One, two, three, every time a crack is transferred, the aura of the cultivator of Wantumen will be weakened.

After the transfer of the thirteen cracks, the cultivator of Wantumen suddenly exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Thirteen damages were diverted, greatly reducing the pressure on the statue clone.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and stepped forward one after another, intending to share it with everyone, and each person bears one or two cracks to help Venerable Ananda recover as quickly as possible.

But at this moment, a middle-aged man dressed in gorgeous clothes and wearing a blood-colored crown appeared outside the phantom of the lotus flower.

Chapter 372 The Power of Revenge and Counterattack

"Present the lotus platform, and I will spare your life."

Wu Fan looked at the blood-colored lotus platform and felt that it fit his temperament very well.

Then he opened his mouth to the clone of the idol on the lotus platform in the middle, and asked him to hand over the pure lotus of fruit retribution.

Now the top management of the Chongshan League is besieged by the 33 Huashen of the Wantumen, relying on the phantom of the lotus platform to resist for a while.

And seeing the state just now, although the fruit retribution pure lotus is strong, it can't last for too long.

The accumulated damage cannot be transferred out, and sooner or later it will be unsustainable.

That's why Wu Fan has the confidence to say such a thing.

In his opinion, it was very rare for him to give that person a way out.

He just looked at this earth-level demon, which is bloody and bloody, which matches his attributes.I didn't want to break the magic treasure with brute force, so I came forward in person and gave him a chance.

But the people inside the lotus are doomed to be ignorant of current affairs.

"The lotus platform is here, why doesn't Head Wu come and get it in person?"

How could the idol clone controlled by Jiang Li believe that kind of words.

As Wu Fan approached, the phantom of the lotus flower suddenly swelled, trying to envelop the opponent.

If the opponent is encased in the lotus, a dozen or so will fight one, and with the power of the lotus of fruit retribution, there may be a little chance.

But Wu Fan just put on the handle of the blood knife, and a terrifying knife light that stretched from heaven to earth pushed back the swollen lotus phantom.

Even the knife light pushed the phantom, sending the whole lotus phantom flying backwards.

When it got off the ground, the phantom lotus turned into a rootless duckweed. Not only did it have an extra crack that almost cut the phantom lotus in half, but its defense ability was also greatly reduced.

Then another 33 sword lights flew over, forming a tornado of sword lights, completely cutting the phantom of the lotus flower into pieces.

All the high-level members of the Zhongshan League were also injured under the light of the sword. They had the phantom of the lotus to resist most of the damage before they could barely rush out.

But escape is the most important thing, when they scattered and flew out, they couldn't rejoin, and the more Wantumen Huashen on the opposite side surrounded them separately and blocked them tightly.

Among them, Shenshan Jianyi, the strongest, was targeted even more, surrounded by five blood-knife morphing gods, and they also took out dirty things specially designed to taint people's magic weapons, ready to hit his Guchen sword ruthlessly at any time.

Coupled with Wu Fan, the head of the Wantu sect standing with his sword in his hand, these high-level people in Dachongshan were even more powerless to escape.

Even as long as he slashes, the current state is already bad, and the roots of the Zhongshan League who are under siege are basically beheading whoever dies, and the situation is precarious.

Inside the Misty Mountains.

"You guys, do you still want to keep watching like this!"

"Rush out with me! I will live and die with Senior Brother Gu Zhu!"

After obtaining the Blood Fiend God's Compendium, Elder He, the head of Fumotang, whose cultivation has reached the edge of breaking through, can no longer hide in the mist and watch.

Jiang Li, the master who was already known as a reckless man, came out first, followed by everyone from Fu Motang, and then all the disciples of the Cangjing Valley gathered here came out.

Their anger has been suffocated for too long, even if they are dead, they have to wield the magic weapon in their hands, drag one or two backs to death, and die with the valley owner and the others.

"Shushan Five Elements Peak, is there anyone who is afraid of death?"

"Brothers! Eliminate demons and defend the way!"

The Five Elements Peak in Shushan Mountain also has a staunch temperament, and none of them is a coward who can leave his fellow disciples and survive alone.

They were originally bound by the phrase of taking care of the overall situation, holding the flying sword in their hands, and they were unable to draw it out for a long time.

Now surrounded by a reckless old man like Elder He, how can he stand still and remain indifferent.

One by one, they rose up with their swords, and due to their extremely fast speed, they came first and surpassed everyone in the Tibetan Sutra Valley.

Afterwards, Cihang Temple, not to be outdone, tore off the Buddhist robes of the monks, revealing a strong body that seemed to be dyed with gold lacquer, and led the disciples of the Zhongshan League to attack together.

Of course, they didn't rush to the God Transformation Battlefield looking for death.Those high-intensity aftermaths are enough to make them die inexplicably.

Led by Elder He, they headed for the fleet in the sky.

By attacking the fleet, even if one or two enemy avatars can be involved, it can greatly relieve the pressure on the top battlefield.

Countless monks of the Chongshan League flew into the sky, which made Wu Fan below look slightly sideways.

"Interesting, the monks in Dazhong Mountain have some guts. I just don't know your fate."

He pressed on the blood knife at his waist again.

The head of the Wantu Sect has a hobby. He likes to watch these low-level monks struggle on the verge of life and death, and then kill their courage and hope with his own hands.

After this knife, I don't know how many brave little guys in the sky can survive?

The trajectory of the ground-level blood knife was completely invisible, and a blood-colored knife light flew out from below, expanding in the air, and turning into thousands, it was about to clash with the young Junyan of Dazhongshan and wipe them all out.

"wind!"

But at this moment, there was a rough sound like a gust of wind whistling in the valley.

A large mountain in the misty mountains exploded, and a windproof giant with a dragon's head and ears, even one eyebrow and one eye, stood up from the collapsed mountain.

He condensed a tornado mace with a wave of his hand, and the tornado mace swept through the mist in the mountain, then swept over, and directly hit Wu Fan's huge knife light.

The tornado mace and the thousand zhang sword light cancel each other out.

This ancient survivor who has been sleeping for an unknown number of years has inherited the mighty power of the ancient Fangfeng clan.

Unrivaled power to destroy mountains and mountains, the wind between heaven and earth surrendered at his feet.

Back then, it was possible to successfully close the space-time rift on Bailian Mountain because of this tornado suppression.

According to the agreement before, Jiang Li found him a place to sleep in a place rich in leylines. At first, he was asked to stay near the Tibetan Scripture Valley. Later, when the headquarters of the Zhongshan League was built, he was transferred to the misty mountains.

The reason is nothing else, I still want this simple and honest giant to sit here.

The strength of the Fangfeng Giant is roughly equivalent to that of the Holy Spirit Serpent in Luanshiling, enough to confront the head of the Wantu Sect head-on, and it is also the only existence that can temporarily block Wufan.

It's just that this person is not under the control of the Zhongshan League, and it is even more difficult to communicate with him without Jiang Li.

Now Fangfeng Giant can make a timely move, which is already very lucky.

Wu Fan looked at the huge wind-proof giant like a mountain, with a bloody knife coming out of his body, and two blood-colored figures beside him emerged, showing a cruel smile.