Chapter 681 The first enemy of the devil!

Fei Lei Province, Chun Lei City.

This is the border between Fei Lei Province and Liu Yun Province. After the Demon Dao raided various states, nearly 30,000 demon cultivators gathered here to besiege. Fortunately, the nearby Juli Sect quickly supported and withstood the attacks of the Demon Dao.

Later, Zhuge Hutu led the disciples of the Cang Qiong Sect to come to support, and the support team of Penglai Palace also arrived quickly, which led to a stalemate with the Demon Dao. The leader of the Demon Dao was the leader of the Mo Yin Sect, Zhou Shitian.

Since the beginning of the battle, the front of the Chun Lei City wall has been dyed bloody, and the Chun Lei City defense formation is running crazily. While resisting the attack of the Demon Dao, it also sealed the surrounding space to prevent the Demon Dao from flying directly over Chun Lei City.

What made Zhou Shitian extremely resentful was that whenever they wanted to bypass Chun Lei City from the side, Zhuge Hutu and his group of body-refining cultivators would rush out like crazy to block them, determined not to let any demon cultivator pass through Chun Lei City.

After several battles, more than half of the demons were killed or wounded. Although Chunlei City also suffered heavy casualties, Zhuge Hutu and others had the upper hand in momentum with the city defense formation.

"Damn it! This is a group of lunatics! Look at who they are! They are all desperate! They are thick-skinned and tough! They will bite you even if they die!"

"I really don't want to fight! These body cultivators are a group of lunatics! Some of them even opened their mouths just now! Do you know what opening their mouths means! They really want to bite people!"

"And their weapons! Why do they have things like shoulder poles and hoes! Wouldn't it be too aggrieved to be killed by a hoe!"

Listening to the discussion of the crowd, Zhou Shitian's face was gloomy. Although the Demon Sound Sect he led could perform sound attacks, this group of body cultivators could fight them with great pain. He didn't understand how this group of people did it.

"Come on! Keep attacking! Fight if you can!" Zhuge Hutu stood on the city wall and sneered.

"A bunch of %! If you have the guts, continue fighting for 300 rounds! I am a body-refining cultivator! I am least afraid of endurance!"

"Don't stop! Can you do it?"

On the city wall, Zhuge Hutu stood next to a row of body-refining cultivators from the Cangqiong Sect and the Juli Sect. At this moment, everyone kept roaring, and behind them, the interior of Chunlei City was already full of wounded and corpses. The smell of blood filled the streets. The people were transporting resources in it, and everyone was in a state of nervous tension.

"There are too many wounded, and the elixir will soon run out..." Dong Qiu, a disciple of the Cangqiong Sect, came to Zhuge Hutu and said in a deep voice.

"How are the reinforcements from Penglai Palace?" Zhuge Hutu asked.

"Now all states are at war. It can be said that countless people are killed and injured every second. Support is needed everywhere. Penglai Palace just said to arrange it as soon as possible." Dong Qiu said in a deep voice.

"I know... The demons and the beasts of the magic world are far less numerous than us. They are definitely not our opponents in a head-on battle, so they use this chaotic way to drag this battle into their rhythm..." Zhuge Hutu said in a deep voice.

"Elder Zhuge, there are nearly half of the demons left. Do you think we can hold on to the end?" A middle-aged man next to him asked.

This person is Wang Hong, the lord of Chunlei City.

"What do you think?" Zhuge Hutu asked back.

"I don't know. If not, I hope you can pour a glass of wine on my grave this day next year." Wang Hong said with a calm expression.

"If not, let others pour it for you, and pour me a glass by the way." Zhuge Hutu said.

After the voice fell, the two laughed out loud, but the sound sounded extremely harsh to Zhou Shitian.

"Okay, okay, you can still laugh, right? I originally wanted to use this trick in the final battle to spread the reputation of my Demon Sound Sect. Now that you insist on defending, I will show you what is the pain that cultivators cannot bear! Everyone! Get ready! Play the piano together! Attack directly!" Zhou Shitian roared.

As soon as the voice fell, the eyes of the demon cultivators lit up, and murderous aura emerged!

Under the gaze of the demon cultivators, Zhou Shitian took out a pitch-black ancient zither, which was engraved with complex patterns, like eyes, staring at all the dying people.

Feileizhou, Chunlei City.

This is the border between Feileizhou and Liuyunzhou. After the demon sect raided various states, nearly 30,000 demon cultivators gathered here to besiege. Fortunately, the nearby Juli Sect quickly provided support and withstood the demon sect's attacks again and again.

Later, Zhuge Hutu led the disciples of Cangqiong Sect to come to support, and the support team of Penglai Palace also arrived quickly, which led to a stalemate with the Demonic Path. The leader of the Demonic Path was the leader of the Demonic Sound Sect, Zhou Shitian.

Since the beginning of the battle, the front of the wall of Chunlei City has been dyed bloody, and the Chunlei City defense formation is running crazily. While resisting the attack of the Demonic Path, it also sealed the surrounding space to prevent the Demonic Path from flying directly over Chunlei City.

What made Zhou Shitian extremely resentful was that whenever they wanted to bypass Chunlei City from the side, Zhuge Hutu and his group of body-refining cultivators would rush out like crazy to block them, determined not to let any demon cultivator pass through Chunlei City.

After several confrontations, more than half of the Demonic Path's casualties were killed and wounded. Although Chunlei City also suffered heavy casualties, with the support of the defense formation, Zhuge Hutu and others had the upper hand in momentum.

"Damn it! They are just a bunch of lunatics! Look at who they are! They are all desperate! They are thick-skinned and tough! They will bite you even if they die!"

"I really don't want to fight! These body-refining people are just a bunch of lunatics! Some of them even opened their mouths just now! Do you know what opening their mouths means? They really want to bite people!"

"And their weapons! Why do they have things like shoulder poles and hoes! Wouldn't it be too aggrieved to be killed by a hoe!"

Listening to the discussion of the crowd, Zhou Shitian's face was gloomy. Although the Demon Sound Sect he led could use sound attacks, this group of body-refining monks could fight them with great pain. He didn't understand how this group of people did it.

"Come on! Keep attacking! Fight if you can!" Zhuge Hutu stood on the city wall and sneered.

"A bunch of %! If you can, continue to fight for 300 rounds! I am a body-refining monk! The thing I am least afraid of is endurance!"

"Don't stop! Can you do it!"

On the city wall, Zhuge Hutu stood next to a row of body-refining monks from the Cangqiong Sect and the Juli Sect. At this moment, everyone kept roaring, and behind them, the interior of Chunlei City was already full of wounded and corpses, and the smell of blood filled the streets. People were transporting resources in it, and everyone was in a state of nervous tension.

"There are too many wounded, and the elixir will soon run out..." Cangqiong Sect disciple Dong Qiu came to Zhuge Hutu and said in a deep voice.

"How are the reinforcements from Penglai Palace?" Zhuge Hutu asked.

"Now all states are at war, and it can be said that countless people are killed and injured every second. Support is needed everywhere. Penglai Palace just said to arrange it as soon as possible." Dong Qiu said in a deep voice.

"I know... The demons and the beasts in the magic world are far less than us in terms of numbers. They are definitely not our opponents in a head-on battle, so they use this kind of chaotic fighting to drag this battle into their rhythm..." Zhuge Hutu said in a deep voice.

"Elder Zhuge, there are nearly half of the people left on the demon side. Do you think we can hold on to the end?" A middle-aged man next to him asked.

This person is Wang Hong, the lord of Chunlei City.

"What do you think?" Zhuge Hutu asked back.

"I don't know. If not, I hope you can pour a glass of wine on my grave on this day next year." Wang Hong said with a calm expression.

"If you can't, ask someone else to pour you a cup, and pour me a cup by the way." Zhuge Hutu said.

As soon as the voice fell, the two laughed out loud, but the sound sounded extremely harsh to Zhou Shitian.

"Okay, okay, you can still laugh, right? I originally wanted to use this trick in the final battle to promote the reputation of my Demon Sound Sect. Now that you insist on defending, I will show you what is the pain that cultivators cannot bear! Everyone! Get ready! Play the piano together! Attack directly!" Zhou Shitian roared.

As soon as the voice fell, the eyes of the demon cultivators lit up, and murderous aura emerged!

Under the gaze of the demon cultivators, Zhou Shitian took out a pitch-black guqin, which was carved with complex patterns, like eyes, staring at all the dying people.