Rebirth: Holding on to the golden thigh and showing off

Another fierce battle is coming.

Everyone was silent, picked up their weapons obediently, and followed Fu Cheng closely, each time with the determination to drag the monster to death with them.

After passing through the long, narrow, decayed and smelly tunnel, we finally reached the exit.

But what he saw and heard was even more terrifying. The strange smell in the air became stronger and stronger, and the sky became gray.

This area is shrouded in dense demonic energy.

The figure of the monster opposite was blurry and difficult to distinguish, but the strong demonic energy emanating from its body and its eyes flashing scarlet light were staring at them like thorns in their backs.

It seems like they have it in their bag.

Everyone was on high alert, as these monsters came with ill intentions.

"Hold your weapons, and remember not to touch the evil spirits, they are corrosive." Fu Cheng shouted loudly, then raised his sword without hesitation and chopped at the monster fiercely.

With a loud bang, the monster's body shrank noticeably, but at the same time a small amount of demonic energy wrapped around the sword.

At this moment, the disciples of the Buddhist sect recited Buddhist scriptures in unison.

Subtle and firm rays of Buddha's light emerged continuously, rushing towards the sword like a torrent, destroying the evil spirit attached to it one by one.

After seeing this scene, Yuan Mo and the other two from the Buddhist sect all began to recite Buddhist scriptures in a low voice.

However, the Buddhist scriptures they chanted were slightly different from those of the Buddhist disciples on the battlefield. This subtle difference made Qianyi, the Buddhist disciple wearing a tattered Buddhist robe, frown.

Which elder did these three people practice under? If they thought in this way, wouldn't it be a waste of their talents?

Thinking of this, Qian Yi was filled with anger.

"The three of you should hurry up and read this manuscript. Time is running out and you don't have much time left." Qian Yi walked straight up to Yuan Mo and stuffed a manuscript into his hands.

After saying that, he returned to his original place without looking back to continue helping in the battle.

Alas, time waits for no one.

Yuan Mo picked up the manuscript, and when he glanced at the signature on the manuscript, his hands trembled slightly involuntarily. This manuscript was actually written by Qian Yi's ancestor.

This ancestor was one of the most gifted disciples of the Buddhist sect, but unfortunately he died heroically in the battle against the demons.

Yuanyin and Yuanming were equally excited, but the situation was urgent, so they suppressed their excitement and carefully read the scripture again from beginning to end.

What is surprising is that a difference of only a few dozen words can significantly reduce the consumption of spiritual energy, while making the Buddha's light more intense and dazzling to burn away the evil spirit.

Why hasn't such an exquisite scripture been passed down to the world?

After a little thought, Yuan Mo guessed that it was probably because of the brutal battle between spirits and demons that such a precious manuscript was unfortunately lost.

When the others saw Fu Cheng starting the battle, they took out their weapons and started a fierce battle with the monsters, with all kinds of spells blooming.

However, only those disciples who had just entered the secret realm were stunned and stood there motionless.

They had never experienced the pressure of Warcraft in person. This terrifying Warcraft that only existed in books now appeared before their eyes, and they were all at a loss.

The unpleasant smell, the horrible environment, and the dried blood all surrounded them.

At the same time, in the distance, a group of swift wolf-like monsters were running towards them rapidly, as if they had discovered delicious food.

When everyone saw this, the pressure suddenly doubled and it became increasingly difficult to deal with it.

"Hurry up and form the formation! What is the newcomer doing standing there in a daze? If you want to die, don't drag everyone down with you." Yu Dawei, a disciple of Fulongmen who was fighting hard, shouted angrily.

The giant hammer in his hand was swung majestically and powerfully, which made the surrounding monsters feel fear. He had already put life and death aside.

As the team leader of Team 3, Yu Dawei is very powerful and is Fu Cheng's right-hand man.

In his eyes, these new recruits coming to the front line were simply seeking their own death, and he had to divide his attention to protect them during the battle.

It's really a burden.

“I’m sorry, let’s all cheer up, it might really be dead.” Ling Jing from Yiyang Sect was the first to recover from his fear and rushed towards the monster with his sword raised high.

However, his slightly trembling hands betrayed his true feelings.

After all, the monster before them almost wiped out the entire Fuxing Continent. It would be a lie to say that they were not afraid at all.

Fu Cheng glanced at the long sword in Ling Jing's hand, and his eyes suddenly lit up. What a long sword! Its quality was in no way inferior to the long sword in his hand.

As expected, as a sword cultivator, he spent all his spirit stones on his wife.

Zhu Xian'er from Baihua Sect led the other three to hide behind Zeng Fanjiang from Fulong Sect. They were all delicate girls, how could they dare to face the ferocious monsters.

But Zeng Fanjiang had no time to pay attention to them. He quickly put on his gloves and waved them gently a few times.

In an instant, sharp claws flashed above the gloves.

Before he left, he specially asked Master Jingyi of Linglong Sect to carefully improve this set of equipment. It cost him a large amount of spirit stones to buy this weapon, but it was definitely worth the money.

Zeng Fanjiang rushed into the enemy camp without hesitation and fought a life-and-death battle with those hideous and terrifying monsters.

Although the evil spirit corroded his body and weapons, he had only one belief in his heart: he must not let these hateful monsters break through the defense line and invade the Fuxing Continent.

Although he knew that everything before his eyes was an illusion and that Fuxing Continent had won a tragic victory, he could not help his enthusiasm.

On the battlefield, everyone was fighting with all their might.

These monsters have extremely strong vitality, but fortunately they are not very smart and only know how to rush around recklessly. As soon as you kill one, another will immediately fill the gap.

Faced with such a serious situation, no one dared to relax at all.

"Zhu Xian'er, why are you people from Baihua Sect still hiding in the back? Come out and fight." Zeng Fanjiang's eyes were wide open and he shouted at the people from Baihua Sect in the distance.

He saw that everyone's old injuries had not healed and new injuries had arisen. How could the three people from the Baihua Sect dare to stand there with a clear conscience and let everyone protect them?

Is it just because they are women? But Junior Sister Xiao Miaomiao of Lehua Palace also fought hard. There is indeed a gap between people.

But Zeng Fanjiang couldn't stand these people the most. They were trying to evade responsibility even when facing a powerful enemy.

"We are still preparing." Zhu Xian'er felt the strange looks from the people around her and knew that she could no longer play dumb. She had to grit her teeth, take out the Liuli Ling and join the battle.

Seeing this, Ni Qi on the side pouted reluctantly and slowly took out the Shanhe fan.

Wang Xiabing, who had been acting as a background board, silently took out a small and exquisite bell.

Everyone looked at their weapons with helplessness. Now was not the time to go sightseeing. How could they fight against the Warcraft?