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Outside Fengmo City, the armies of the Seven Sects were already standing outside the city.

Instead of attacking, they were waiting for something.

Zhuang Qiu stood on the tower while Feng Mo reported the situation.

"My lord, there are two people in the God Transformation stage according to the statistics. Their hearts were chilled because of the Gu worms, so now the only ones who are still loyal to us are my confidantes who have followed me since the city was built."

"Comfort their emotions, how about the Nascent Soul stage?"

"The situation is not optimistic, because Gu worms, even if they are still alive, they will not be able to fight. I have counted those who can be useful, 110 three."

"It's the Jindan stage."

"Five hundred and six."

Counting the golden core period, there are only more than 600 people. How can this be able to deal with tens of thousands of decent monks.

"Before Yan Mocheng suffered heavy losses due to the formation of the melting furnace of heaven and earth, and now all the remaining elites have been brought here."

"All?" Zhuang Qiu frowned. Yan Mocheng also needs to be defended. Maybe when the people of Haoqi League get nervous and attack Yan Mocheng again. At that time, all the elites will be outside, and Yan Mocheng should take What to resist.

"Well, Yan Mo disbanded Yan Mo City, sent the old, weak, sick and disabled in the city to hide in the deep mountains, and brought the rest of the elite to fight with us."

Zhuang Qiu was speechless for a long time, obviously Yan Mo already knew that he was not the Demon Lord, but she didn't say anything and showed her position with actions.

Feng Mo also said with some emotion: "I used to look down on her because she was a woman, but now it seems that she is the most courageous among us."

"My lord, you don't have to worry too much. If Fengmo City is really broken, then we can also retreat, save our strength, and take revenge after we recover."

"I'm afraid we don't have that chance." Zhuang Qiu's tone was extremely low, as if he had already seen the end.

"My spirit boat can carry only a limited number of people, and the escape speed of the wounded in the city is slow due to Gu insects, so they will definitely fall behind. Moreover, there are many master craftsmen in the cultivation world, so they can naturally create flying objects that can fly faster than my spirit boat. I am not good at refining weapons and medicine, so I can't escape, if I get hit while running, I will be defeated, it is better to sink the boat."

"My lord, don't you know formations? Their formations are not as good as yours. If you reinforce the large formations in the city, maybe they will retreat if they can't break through."

When Zhuang Qiu heard this, his eyes darkened.

What kind of formation master is he? He only knows a little superficially, and he learned it in order to have a common topic with Ji Qingning. Now that I think about it, I should have learned more, but it is meaningless to think about it. The army of Renxiu has already approached the city. It's too late.

After the Huai River disappeared, although the ground gathered together again, a crack still existed on a closer look. This crack was sandwiched between Renxiu and Fengmo City, like a clear dividing line.

Perhaps sensing the imminent war, the atmosphere in the city became tense. Zhuang Qiu walked through the city, and occasionally one or two people held him back, with a hint of guilt in his expression.

"My lord, you shouldn't have chosen us. We can't help you. We are ashamed of you."

Zhuang Qiu said calmly: "The stage of becoming a god can't change anything, but it doesn't matter if you die earlier or later."

The old children and the old were in tears, and the children stared blankly.

They were unwilling, but there was nothing they could do.

This morning, when the sun had just risen, Zhuang Qiu suddenly heard a roar like thunder.

He opened his eyes suddenly, knowing that the battle had begun.

He got up and got out of bed, and went out the door. When the dawn was approaching, the sky was glowing with a strange red light.

Zhuang Qiu soared into the sky, and found that there was a huge spiritual weapon lying across the dividing line, about the height of three or four people, and its shape was very strange. The sound just now must have come from this thing.

Before Zhuang Qiu could think about it, the thing started to move again, it seemed to be alive, it squirmed, changed its shape, and finally turned into a sledgehammer, soaring into the air, it smashed directly towards the protective formation of Fengmo City.

Renxiu knew that after the Gu worm incident, Fengmo City was extremely guarded, and it was difficult to use the same method again. Now they can only attack by force to break the big formation that protects the city.

The previous time was spent preparing for this artifact—the formation-breaking hammer.