Conquer the world with beauty [Transmigration Book]

On the ninth day of the ninth day, 50 people were left behind to support and harass the demons.Poor Zhezhi led the army deep into the center of the battlefield.

Just like Moses divided the sea, the poor and broken army went straight into the demons, tearing a huge crack, but when the army passed through, it was soon filled by the demons.

Above the sky, five gaps lined up in different places, staring at them eeriely.

Qiong Zhezhi looked up at the gap. Since the second layer of enchantment was completed, the first layer of enchantment has naturally become more and more fragile.

After Qiongzhezhi entered the center of the battlefield, he finally saw the people from Xuanshilou. At this time, their situation was already very dangerous. Only a few conscious people were left, and the others had already fallen to the ground.

There are corpses everywhere, those of the human race and the demon race, piled up regardless of their identities, and even make people stand unsteadily.

Qiong Zhezhi ordered to form a circular defensive formation, and then rushed in with his troops.

Has Xuanshilou reached this point?

"Poor general..." One of them held two swords and had been fighting alone for a long time.Seeing that the poor and broken branches went deep into the battlefield, he supported his body with two knives and said weakly: "You have come to save us..."

He stretched out his hand towards the broken branch.

"Hold on." Poor Zhezhi helped him up, and he was a little familiar with this Xuanshilou disciple.

"...Poor general, thank you."

Poor Zhezhi looked around, and asked, "Where is Master Zhou?"

The man was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "I'm sorry."

puff.

It was the sound of sharp blades cutting through the flesh, Qiong Zhezhi often heard this sound, but this time, the sound came from within his body.

The two-knife monk in Xuanshilou twisted his wrists, his eyes became fierce, and he turned the long knife around his body, smashing his internal organs to pieces.

Qiongzhezhi pushed him away violently, clutching his abdomen, hot blood poured from between his fingers, instantly staining the ground under his feet red.

The cultivators behind him became agitated, the closest person hurriedly supported him, and the others pointed their weapons at the person from Xuanshilou.

"what do you mean?"

"This is the landlord's instruction." Xuanshilou looked up at the gap in the air, sighed, and then said in a deep voice: "I'm sorry for you, but I have to do this. Poor general... don't be such a good person in your next life."

Qiong Zhezhi sent troops many times not just because of Wendao Zong's position, otherwise it would be regarded as support, it could be pretended, it could delay time, and it could wait for an opportunity to threaten.

But Qiongzhezhi has really helped them many times. "Zhou Congming wants to kill me? Why does he want to kill me?" Qiong Zhezhi staggered: "Is it because of Wendaozong, or..."

The person next to him immediately supported Poor Zhezhi and asked, "How are you doing?"

"I'm fine. I used spiritual power to protect the lotus platform just now. It's just a flesh wound." Qiong Zhezhi took out a panacea from the mustard space, swallowed it, tore off the sleeve, and tied up the abdominal wound casually.

The disciple of Xuanshilou showed a look of pity. For him, it is best to kill Qiong Zhezhi directly.

"Maybe it's a good thing for you to die now, and next..." Before the disciple of Xuanshilou could finish his sentence, a stream of light descended from the sky and shot towards him, which contained extremely terrifying energy.The people around Qiong Zhezhi hurriedly took him away, but the disciple of Xuanshilou didn't have time to dodge, he was hit right on the ground, and he and Yuanying were turned into fly ash.

Qiong Zhezhi looked in the direction where Liu Guang was flying. On the edge of the battlefield, Zhou Congming was standing behind the demons, and beside him was the contact person.

He didn't hesitate to kill his own people.

Back then, he was able to kill Du Xuansong mercilessly for his own benefit, so he was already a beast that no relatives would recognize.

The two looked at each other from afar.

"Rush out and kill him!" Qiong Zhezhi simply ordered.

Zhou Congming smiled coldly and waved his hand.I saw five gaps in the sky open at the same time, like a devil opening his eyes.

The demons poured out from the gap in a steady stream, and many of them were haunted by big heavenly demons.They quickly filled the cracks that had been torn open before. At the same time, there were more and more demons on the battlefield, and the strong demon energy filled the surroundings, making one feel like being in a sea of ​​flames in purgatory.

Boom!

dong dong!

Qiong Zhezhi heard his own violent heartbeat. Although the current demons are a huge threat, they are not impossible to deal with, unless...

A thick tail with a big river hangs down from the gap, and it is covered with strange and mysterious red and blue patterns. Just as the tail hit the ground, a flick of the tail smashed the ground into a deep gully.

The gap was extremely widened, and it seemed that it was difficult to bear such pressure. Poor Zhezhi even heard the groan/groan sound of the gap being overwhelmed.The thick tail continued to sink, making people suspect that there was almost no end, until there was a bang, the gap was closed, and the snake-shaped demon was completely presented in front of people's eyes.

Seal the demon king of the pig clan.

"I am the demon king Xi of Fenglong clan." The demon king spit out the words, his long body surrounded the battlefield from the outermost circle, forming a strange wriggling city wall, from which one can guess the origin of the demon king Xi. How long is the body.The scales on its body reflected a metallic luster, it circled around, its snake tail rested on its body, its head was propped up, and it looked down at the human race below.

These 1000 people were all buried under its shadow, looking extremely fragile.

The broken heart sank.

Unless there is a demon king.

If there were only the Demon Race just now, they might be able to retreat after a huge sacrifice, but facing the Demon Lord, there was no chance of winning this battle.

After all, I'm not Luluo's kind of person...

"Rush out with me!"

"kill!"

Qiong Zhezhi held a broken knife in his hand, blood soaked from his clothes, he took the lead, killed the demons blocking the way, and rushed out of the battlefield.

"kill!!!"

This battle lasted for a long time.

ten days?Or 20 days?

Poor Zhezhi has lost the concept of time. He only knows that the sun rises and the moon sets in the sky. The hand holding the broken knife is soaked in blood.

The number of people around me is decreasing.

In the initial breakthrough battle, Qiong Zhezhi wanted to rush out of the battlefield with the most aggressive cone formation.However, he failed. Demon Lord Xi's strength was more terrifying than imagined. When they appeared on the edge of the battlefield, the silver-scaled city wall rolled up, and the green venom was ejected from Demon Lord Xi's mouth. When the body is in motion, the whole space is shaking.In front of the silver city wall, their attacks had no effect at all, like stone sinking into the sea.

After a short attempt, Qiong Zhezhi immediately gave up such meaningless consumption. He shrank the entire army to form a semi-circular defensive formation. Combat and recuperation are extremely effective in dealing with long-term combat.

Even so, it was barely supported.

The formation has changed from three rounds to two rounds, and most of them are seriously injured.He joined them a few days ago on the ninth day of the ninth day, and is now at the forefront, fighting continuously without stopping.

Poor Zhezhi sat on the ground with one knee bent, surrounded by severely injured monks, they were located in the defensive circle, and gained a temporary respite.Those with slightly less injuries, as long as they can still hold weapons, stand on the periphery, guarding the comrades behind them.

Is such a battle useful?

No one has an answer, but they know that they must persevere, fight until the last moment, fight until they lose all their strength, and they will also self-destruct and drag the two demons to die together.They will die at any time, and the people around them may also die at any time. This is the inevitable end of the battlefield.

Poor Zhezhi tore off the cloth wrapped around his waist, and looked down, the meat inside had already begun to rot, showing an ominous dark red color.He clicked his tongue and rewound the cloth back.

The panacea was consumed a few days ago.

Without the suppression of the elixir, these wounds expanded wantonly, and under the high-pressure battle of the demons, Qiongzhezhi didn't have any time to rest, and the wounds were repeatedly torn in battle after battle.

He gasped heavily, then stood up, cut off the knife, and called Chu Jiu.

Chu Jiu was already red-eyed outside, even he had never experienced such a long battle.He returned to Qiongzhezhi, fixed his eyes on Zhou Congming who was outside the battlefield, and gritted his teeth and said, "I must kill him!"

This is entirely a trap set by Zhou Congming. The reason is still unclear, but his goal is to break the bank and counterattack the coalition forces.

Qiong Zhezhi gently held Chu Jiu's hand, Chu Jiu's fingers were tightly stretched, and his ten fingers were stiff.He slowly opened Chu Jiu's fingers and said, "Take a Qingxin Pill."

Qingxin Pill can temporarily wake people up from endless killings, but people who are caught in killings are more numb to the death around them, and can ignore physical injuries and pains. He can kill every demon more accurately .

On the ninth day of the ninth day, I don't want to eat.

Poor Zhezhi finally opened his five fingers, and the knife fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"I don't need to rest yet." Chu Jiu bent down, trying to pick up the knife, but was stopped by Qiongzhezhi.

The hand of the broken branch rested on his shoulder. The boy in the past now has broad shoulders.

He took a breath: "Take a Qingxin Dan, and then I will cover you to escape."

Chu Jiu keenly noticed the weakness under his disguise, and frowned heavily: "I won't go! If I want to go, let's go together—"

Qiong Zhezhi slapped the broken knife in his palm.

Together with that bronze ring that looked very poor.

"Ahem...take it away...cough..."

"Little head!" Chu Jiu's face suddenly turned pale. He saw the blood oozing from Qiong Zhezhi's waist, and hurriedly took out his remaining panacea: "You...the injury has worsened."

"Skin trauma, it just looks a little scary." Qiong Zhezhi picked up his knife, and the two exchanged the knife like this.

"I'm fine." Poor Zhezhi smiled, and he said, "I'll cover you to leave, you go back and inform Bailifeng immediately, and tell him that Xuanshilou has cooperated with the Demon Race again, and that Zhou Congming is a traitor! If you make it in time, I will won't die!"

"But..." Why did I go back.

"If I make it in time, I won't die!" Qiong Zhezhi said heavily: "These people around us can survive a few more!"

Chu Jiu tightly held the broken knife, his heart was pounding, and the blood in his body was boiling hot: "Then I will keep the cover! You go!"

"You can cover a fart!"

"Then you take back the broken knife!" Chu Jiu's voice was faintly crying, his nose was sore, and he could hardly speak properly: "Take back the ring too! I don't want this kind of thing, it's yours!"

Poor Zhezhi looked at him quietly.

"If I die……"

"You take the ring back!"

"If I die, you will be the ninth head of Broken Knife Sect." Qiong Zhezhi's voice was not loud, but completely suppressed Chu Jiu's momentum: "As the eighth head, I tell you One last thing."

"Knives are not important."

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