Heaven is fearless

"You can't beat it."

The law that hadn't appeared for a long time suddenly made a sound, and Mingxue tilted his head slightly. From his perspective, he could see the law with its long tail hovering three inches above his shoulder.

Law's voice was still very immature, but his tone carried the unique affirmation of an adult: "These monsters are the oldest batch under the Abyss of Earth Fissure. , but it will still be difficult to deal with these prehistoric monsters—"

Mingxue turned her face to the side, looked at the monsters that were getting closer, and sighed softly: "At least it should be delayed a little longer, if they pounce on like this, I am afraid that the entire cultivation world will be destroyed directly, and the demon domain will not be able to defend Stop, if two worlds are destroyed in a row, then I will be really cold."

The law flew a little higher, of course it knew the consequences of these monsters flying out, and it also knew that Tiandao was currently in a dilemma.

If Mingxue tried his best to stop the monsters, and maybe he could save the cultivation world, the price he would have to pay would be an incarnation, and there would be many uncertainties in Tu Ying's path to the demon king, and perhaps the line of the demonic way would be ruined; If left unattended, the magical beasts will definitely cause heavy damage to the cultivation world. At that time, it is possible to destroy both the immortal and demon worlds at the same time.

One is slow death and the other is fast lane death.

How to choose is difficult.

Fa Shi thought about it for a long time, but didn't know what to say, so he could only mutter: "What about Tuying? You haven't taught him well yet."

Indeed, the teaching of Tu Ying was only halfway through. Without the protection of the demon, and with the title of successor of the demon, Tu Ying's life after that would probably be very, very sad.

But so what, life-saving is the most important thing, who can control so much.

Tiandao ignored it, and the devilish energy in his whole body began to pour into the scale whip crazily. The length of the scale whip suddenly increased, and it flew into the air and turned into a giant python. Ten percent of the demonic energy poured out instantly exploded blood flowers among the monsters, and the scarlet liquid crashed to the ground like a torrential rain.

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Tuying held the Xiaoxuetian sword and fell out of the faintly aura-like formation. The magic cultivator was still being withdrawn continuously in the battle behind him. This formation was connected to a small city in the cultivation world. It is relatively close, and there are few spirit stones used for teleportation. Since the establishment of the relationship between the fairy and the devil, they have been relying on this route for communication.

However, there were only a few people who came and went in the past, and now so many bloody and murderous demon cultivators poured out of the formation without saying hello, the monk guarding the formation changed his face, and he couldn't help taking two steps back, trembling. Picking up the magic weapon in his hand: "You, you... what are you going to do!"

Tu Ying was still a bit dazed, his breathing rate was disordered, and his face was as pale as paper. Behind him, Moxiu held his bleeding wound and roared hoarsely: "What are you doing?! Run for your life, what are you doing! I can't stop it! Come out, I can't stop it!"

His voice was surprisingly loud, hoarse and strangely sharp, twisting and roaring, as if trying to dispel the extreme fear in his heart: "The Demon Lord is behind, he is about to die, we can't stop—"

The sound stopped abruptly, and the flickering long sword touched his neck, and Tu Ying's pale face was reflected on the ice-clear sword body.

"Shut up." Tu Ying's voice was so low that he could barely hear him, he stared at the demon cultivator until he realized that he had just said something driven by fear, and fell silent instantly.

Mingxue's fierce reputation suppressed the demon cultivators below and had to be cautious in his words and deeds. Even in the current situation where it was almost certain that he would not come back, the residual prestige still made them regain their sanity in a panic .

"The most terrifying things in the Earth Rift Abyss have come out. Master is blocking them in the Demon Realm, but I'm afraid they won't be able to stop them for long. We need to work together to strengthen the defense line. Please inform the Kunlun Taisu Sword Sect."

Tu Ying tried his best to keep calm. He didn't shout to go back to save people. At the moment when the monsters are raging, even if he takes his life to fill them, he may not be able to snatch a person from the mouths of the monsters. He has to calm down and keep Only when you are calm can you figure out a solution.

Tuying also forgot for a moment, he originally hoped that Mingxue would die, but when he thought of this, he just comforted himself: "He should die by my hands, otherwise he can win the posthumous name, Wouldn't it be cheaper for him?"

The news from Demon Realm was too shocking. No one thought that the ferocious Demon Realm would be breached within a day. There was not even a hint of warning. The whole cultivation world was shaken. Go down the mountain for the disciples of Gaoshen, and at the same time send people to contact the witch clan, guard the domain gate between the cultivation world and the mortal world, and prevent monsters from entering the mortal world to wreak havoc and massacre.

The domain gate is not a real gate, but a concept that separates the mortal world from the cultivation world. It has little effect, at most it can only restrict mortals. Usually, monks often pass through the domain gate to play or travel in the mortal world. , but at this moment, this unguarded domain gate has become a guarantee for the smooth entry and exit of monsters, and only the witches who are proficient in formations and other techniques can find a way to control the ubiquitous domain gate.

When Ming Yi came down from Bai Yujing, he saw the blood-stained young man at the mountain gate stepping out of the formation.

Taisu Sword Sect's teleportation formation is rarely activated, but at this critical moment, it doesn't matter so much.

Seeing the appearance of that young man, Ming Yi paused before going up to him. She looked over with soft and gentle eyes: "Is it Young Master Tuying? We have received your news, and all sects have sent disciples there Strengthen the line of defense, and we will do our best to deal with the Demon Lord."

Tu Ying moved his lips, and he saw the woman's gentle eyes. She didn't look at him as if she saw a stranger, but as if she saw a very loving and familiar child through him.

Like a mirror in Tu Ying's heart, she slowly let go of her hand, and took out the Xiaoxuetian sword that she had been holding in her arms all this time: "By my master's order, the Xiaoxuetian sword will return to its original owner."

Mingyi opened her eyes slightly when she saw the Zhenchang sword, and her face showed unconscious joy and a little nostalgia: "Xiao Xuetian... the name of this sword was given by your master. It sounded like a joke, but the senior brother admitted it without saying a word."

"He said it was because it was a snowy day when he got the sword, so he deserved the name, and it sounds like a fool, but..."

But who knows what he really means? Unlike the Duanfang Mingxiao, when Mingxue was in Kunlun Mountains, he often did some unruly things and acted recklessly. No one knew what he was thinking. No one knows how he, who has always practiced smoothly, suddenly encountered a demon in his heart, and suddenly fell into a demon.

Her trembling fingers wanted to touch the blade of Xiaoxuetian Sword, but she suddenly withdrew her hand as if she was afraid of breaking a dream.

"When senior brother wakes up, give him Xiaoxuetian directly...Senior brother has been waiting for it to come back for many years."

When he said this, Ming Yi's voice was a little choked up.

She didn't ask Mingxue why she didn't come to deliver the sword in person, she probably knew something, the eyes of this bright and tough woman were a little red.

Tu Ying didn't speak, and obediently held the sword in his hand. After a while, he asked softly, "My...brother, where is he?"

Ming Yi's expression froze for a moment, she took a deep breath to suppress the sadness in her brows, and frowned, as if she was angry when she remembered something, but this anger was quickly replaced by obvious worry: "He went to get the elder brother The medicine is gone, counting the days, I should come back in the next few days...Little bastard, he has learned how to sneak attack, I have to tie him up and smoke him when he comes back."

She said the last sentence extremely lightly, if it wasn't for Tu Ying who is a demon cultivator who pays attention to body training, she might really miss it.

Their conversation only took half an hour. The battle was imminent, and no one was in the mood to chat. Ming Yi had to sit in Kunlun Mountains with the order of the suzerain, and could only communicate with the front line through the water mirror. In just three days, the defense line of the cultivation world has already retreated thousands of miles, and the sects of Fuhua Sect and Tiandao Sect have also been occupied by monsters. The disciples can only retreat and join other sects.

The magic circles in the whole cultivation world are flickering day and night, on and off endlessly. The monks are rushing to help in various positions. It's getting uglier every day.

Tu Ying's complexion was even uglier than theirs.

As time dragged on, they not only failed to block the gushing monsters, but even the line of defense kept retreating. More and more disciples of the Taisu Sword Sect went down the mountain, and the sect became increasingly deserted. He was running around, but following Mingxue's disappearance, there were fewer and fewer demon cultivators following this "young master".

Can persist, Tuying comforted herself in her heart, it doesn't matter how many monsters there are, as long as those dragon-like monsters don't appear, it means that Mingxue is still alive, if he stops those things, there is still hope.

As for the specific hope, Tu Ying never thought about it.

"Where is Shan Jun?" He glanced at the few demon cultivators behind him, and suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen a certain nervous guy for several days.

It seems that he has not been seen since the day of the retreat.

Tuying hates Shanjun very much, but he can clearly separate his personal preferences from the overall situation. Shanjun was left by Mingxue for him to grasp the situation in the Demon Realm. After some time, Shan Jun rarely looked at him with that kind of venomous and cold gaze - no, it's not that he didn't, it's just that he was more concealed.

If the good man didn't do anything, Tu Ying would not take the initiative to provoke them, so they maintained a lukewarm situation. Now that the good man ran away, Tu Ying didn't bother, it was like losing a dog.

Unscrewing the neck of a monster with one hand, slipping out a short knife from his sleeve, Tu Ying cut the throat of the monster neatly and added double insurance, and signaled to the magicians behind him: "Go to the next place!"

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard the wind in his ears.

The sound of the wind came from a high altitude, whistling like a tornado, and there was also a foul-smelling devilish energy in it. Tu Ying didn't turn his head, and an extremely terrifying feeling hit him, making his whole body start to tremble.

However, he refused to look back, and the demon cultivators behind him didn't have such scruples. The demon cultivator who pulled out the knife from the monster's body looked at the sky dumbfounded, his face was pale, and it took him a long time to let out a scream from his throat: "... Dragon! Dragon!"

Tu Ying's heart sank suddenly.

The dense black dragon-like monsters spread their bone wings and flew from a distance. They are like black clouds spread out on the sky. Compared with the first appearance of the Demon Realm, their density has dropped greatly. What crawled out was a nest of ants, so what flew here was a group of ants trying to get out of the flames.

The density has dropped greatly, but the absolute number is still desperate.

In front of the approaching death, Tu Ying thought inappropriately, how did he kill so many monsters?

This cloud covered half of the continent, even the distant Taisu Sword Sect saw the flying monsters through various means, Ming Yi was so shocked that he crushed the teacup in his hand, and suddenly stood up.

Too much.

For the first time in so many years, she felt despair.

Mingyi could tell at a glance that the coercion possessed by these demonic beasts was incomparable to those of the previous bastards. Perhaps the only way to kill them is to use the same attack method... that must be a monk in the spiritual realm to do it of.

The monks in the Lingyao Realm are all elders in the cultivation world, let them do this thing that will definitely die...

Ming Yi smiled wryly, even if they went, what about the remaining monsters?Disciples alone can't clean up these monsters.

In the final analysis, they just lacked enough powerful people, and the Demon Master from the Demon Realm had already filled it in, and there was only senior brother on the side of the cultivation world...

Mingyi is glad that his senior brother is not here now, but at the same time despairs that his senior brother is not here.

If the senior brother was here, he would definitely go out desperately, but how could this be a situation that he could handle alone.

The monster rushed over in a dense manner, and Tu Ying clenched the short dagger in his hand. He knew that any resistance with his own cultivation would be useless, but let him die like this?How can it be.

Discovering the delicious food underneath, the monster let out a roar of trembling joy from its throat, its golden vertical pupils elongated, and the roars superimposed and stretched out, shaking the whole world trembling, and the vast and terrifying magic pressure was crushed immediately A lot of monsters, Tuying opened up the protective magic energy, struggling to resist the gust of wind.

The leader of the monster gathered its bones and wings, and stretched out its terrifying head from mid-air. The eyes of the monks who fought together could clearly see despair. The monster opened its huge mouth, and the stench and corrosive saliva dripping—

"Bastard, back down!"

A soft and stern voice suddenly rang in their ears, and Tu Ying blinked hard, as if it was his hallucination, a beautiful face he was very familiar with appeared in front of his eyes, with long black hair curled up in the wind, Arrogant and domineering, his noble face is as cold and bored as ice and snow.

"Ming... Mingxiao Immortal?!"

As if whispering unbelievably, some monks opened their mouths wide in astonishment. The people who appeared here when they were about to despair were like a fragile bubble dream. doubted his own eyes.

And there is one more thing that makes it hard for them to believe the person who came, the immortal has always been dignified and dignified, and he must wear a high crown when traveling, with layers of fine clothes covering every inch of his skin, but the person who appeared in front of them at this moment...

He is dressed in loose white clothes, the large sleeves that stretch to the feet are as thin as paper, and the long untied hair is wrapped around the hem of the sleeves and dances wildly in the wind. He has no accessories on his body, and he is alone and light, like a drunken cloud suddenly falling The immortal, the corners of the eyes and the brows are full of tired and cold hostility, the color of the lips and complexion is extremely pale, like a thin glass cup, which will shatter when touched.

He was not dignified and solemn at the moment, the shackle-like laws and regulations fell from him, and the disheveled immortal was arrogant, as if he wanted to shatter the world.

——Mingxiao Sword Master came out from Baoling Spring.