Unrivaled in Immortality

When the sun rose high, the battle under the city wall finally ended.

I saw the corpses of monsters and humans lying on the ground one by one, and the rest of the people were cleaning the battlefield. The injured monks were taken away for treatment, and the dead monks were put together to wait for their fate.

In this battle, the monsters were almost wiped out by the human monks, and most of the monks on the human side were also lost. This was the result of two foundation-building monks. If there were no foundation-building monks, the result could be imagined.

After a night of attack, Wang Yong was a little exhausted. Although he was not tired physically, his mind was consumed a lot. He basically did not stop for a night, paying attention to the battle in the field all the time, and from time to time he urged the six-star or three-star chain to help the monks on the battlefield solve problems.

At this moment, the long-armed green ape was finally defeated, and then the black iron black eagle fell from the sky.

The long-armed green ape was extremely shriveled, which was obviously due to the burning of blood and qi. No wonder it could fight with the Lord of Fengcheng for such a long time.

Because after burning blood and qi, the monster's combat power will be greatly enhanced, but the monster will not use this method easily unless it is a life-and-death situation, because the cost is too high. Not to mention that the cultivation level will regress after using it, it may also cause the cultivation level to be unable to improve due to excessive consumption of blood and qi.

At this time, the long-armed green ape was dead, so there was no need to worry about it.

The black iron eagle wanted to struggle to get up, but Wang Chao chopped off his head with a knife.

So far, this beast tide has lasted for a night. After everyone's brave resistance, the beast tide was finally passed, and only a small number of monsters escaped.

The beast tide is over, but most people are not happy, because their relatives, friends, and lovers died in this beast tide.

The Lord of Wind City came to the battlefield under the city wall, looked at the people cleaning the battlefield and said: "Dear warriors, I blame myself for this beast tide, because my negligence led to this disaster. If I had seen through the tricks of the monsters earlier, if I had regularly checked the situation in the Misty Mountains, I would have discovered this earlier, and the warriors would not have died for no reason. On behalf of the people of Wind City and myself, I pay tribute to all the warriors who died in the battle. These people are qualified to be buried in the hero tomb in my city."

The words were spoken with great enthusiasm, and everyone thanked the Lord of the City after hearing them.

Wang Yong stood on the city wall, looking at the people below, and just felt a little funny, but he did not laugh out loud, nor did he say much.

People are already dead, does it matter where they are buried? It's just for the living to see.

Establishing a so-called reputation, so that people can be proud of it, but people are dead, what's the use of this reputation, only living can have infinite possibilities, this is what Wang Yong thought, living is more important than anything else, he doesn't care about power and status, money and wealth, heroes and beauties, he just wants to live, live better.

He is now working hard to improve his cultivation in order to live better, because the stronger the strength, the better he can protect himself, otherwise he can only fight with monsters like those low-level cultivators and be killed.

Wang Yong looked at the grateful people below, his eyes were calm as if he was talking under the moon, and he smiled like a devil.

After so many things, Wang Yong's mentality gradually became more numb, and he understood the importance of living more deeply.

After the Lord of Fengcheng said this, he left, and the cleaning of the battlefield was left to those low-level cultivators.

At three o'clock in the morning, the battlefield was finally cleaned up. The bodies of the monks were transported back to the city, and the bodies of the monsters were divided up by them. Two foundation-building monks took the initiative to give up their share and distributed it to the families of the monks who died in the battle. After careful calculation, Wang Yong got the most bodies, because apart from the two foundation-building monks, he was the only one who killed the most monsters. Everyone had no objection, and Wang Yong accepted it calmly.

Those foundation-building monsters naturally belonged to whoever killed them.

Everyone returned to the city, leaving only the bloody battlefield.

Although some monks died, they almost wiped out the beast tide, which was something worth celebrating. In the end, the city lord decided to hold a three-day banquet, one because everyone had made contributions to repelling the beast tide, and another to commemorate the monks who died in the battle.

The lively scene in the city formed a sharp contrast with the loneliness outside the city.

The banquet lasted for three days, during which Wang Yong also took out the monster materials to sell and got a lot of spirit stones.

Time passed, and they had been here for five days. After attending the funerals of the fallen monks, Wei Qing and his group were ready to go back.

That day, Wei Qing and his group were ready to go back, and the people in the city lined up to see them off. They followed the city lord out of the city.

At the gate of the city, they all said some polite words, and they were ready to leave.

At this time, a figure flew from the sky.

This person was wearing a blood-red robe, with a pair of wide bat wings flapping gently behind him, with a handsome face and evil eyes.

He sniffed gently, and then seemed to smell something, and said, "Found it." Then he went towards the direction of Fengcheng. "

The lord of Fengcheng and Wei Qing naturally noticed this person. He saw him flying above the battlefield where the monsters and monks fought a few days ago. He looked around, sniffed again, and said, "What a pity."

Then he seemed to have discovered something, looking at the city in front of him, he smiled and said, "Then use this city to make up for my loss. "

Hearing this, the Lord of Wind City could no longer sit still and shouted loudly: "What are you doing? Who are you? Come down quickly."

The person under the person seemed to find that Wei Qing was everyone, and only listened to him: "What is the highest cultivation in this city?"

The owner of Fengcheng City saw that the person did not take himself seriously, and could not help but be a little angry. He only heard him shouting loudly: "The owner of the city is here, and he will not come down to listen to the fell."

The man glanced at Wei Qing and glanced at the master of Fengcheng City, and then said, "The two monks in the middle of the foundation are still together, and I should increase my cultivation a lot."

Listening to that person reported his own cultivation, the owner and Wei Qing of Fengcheng City changed their faces.

Later, the master of Fengcheng City changed his attitude and said to the man: "The predecessors do not know what the so -called thing in Wang Fengcheng."

The man smelled a smile and cheered: "I'm not a senior. You can call me a blood son. As for me from smelling a strong blood gas nearby, come and see, now the blood gas dissipates can only take the creature of the city of the city. Come up to make up for "

The master of Fengcheng City and Wei Qing looked at each other. Both were preparing for the battle. They understood that the bloody son was probably a blood -trap. This means that the cultivation of the blood is higher than the two.

Fengcheng City Lord holds anger, and then said, "What is the difference between the predecessors and the magic head."

Blood Duzi said: "Don't call my predecessors!"

After talking about his evil charm, he said, saying that he said, "The magic head? I am the magic head, hahaha."