Chapter 275: Saving People

It was expected that Chuqing would go to Zhaori Mountain's people. After all, they were the ones who were hunted down and could not fight back. If they wanted to survive, this was the only choice.

However, according to Yiyi, the situation at Shenyin Palace is not very good, and the confrontation with Zhaori Mountain is at a disadvantage.

This made Lu Ye a little puzzled. He has been entangled with the people in Fenghuayuan and killed a large number of them. Logically speaking, Shenyin Palace only needs to deal with Zhaori Mountain. The manpower and strength of the two sides are basically different. Few, why would Zhaori Mountain have the advantage?

When he was in the valley before, that Ji Yan from Shenyin Palace came to win him over, but he rejected him. At that time, he felt that it was better to be alone than to cooperate with unfamiliar people and follow their orders. Some.

Facts have proved that this is indeed the case. If he had acted with the people from Shenyin Palace, he would never have gained as much as he has now.

The current situation is not good for Shenyin Palace. Once the Wanmoling side defeats Shenyin Palace, the Haotianmeng monks in Xianyuan City will have no way out.

So after pondering for a while, Lu Ye decided to meet up with the people from Shenyin Palace.

Now is not the time to go it alone.

After a stick of incense, Lu Ye and Ju Jia broke into the war zone where the two forces clashed. There were more than a dozen streets in this area, which were all places where monks from both sides clashed. I don't know if there are any enemies hiding inside. If you pass by nearby, maybe a few hostile monks will be killed from inside.

On a long street, several cultivators of the Haotian League fought and retreated, blood stained the ground they passed by red, and there were corpses of their companions lying on the ground they passed.

The Wanmo Ridge cultivators chasing and killing them are more numerous and stronger than them. They have sent out messages for help, but their own side is already at a disadvantage, and everyone is being besieged, so who can come to rescue them.

A few people are also stubborn. Although they know that this time is more dangerous than good, they don't want to stand still and wait for the opportunity to drag the enemy to die together. However, the monks of Wanmo Ridge who chased and killed them obviously suffered from such losses, so they are very cautious and will not They approached easily, only using imperial weapons and spells to consume them, obviously intending to consume their spiritual power before killing them.

Seeing the enemy's plan, several people dared not delay any longer, looked at each other, and under the command of the leader, they all rushed forward to kill.

The streamer was flickering, blood was flying, and two people fell down during the attack, and after a breath, two more fell down, and finally an eighth-level soldier was left to kill in front of the enemy, the spiritual weapon in his hand burst into dazzling light, facing the enemy directly. The nearest monk from Wanmo Ridge fell.

However, before his attack landed, a spell hit his chest, knocking him into the air.

Falling to the ground, the man was out of breath.

"Overestimating one's abilities!" On the side of Wanmo Ridge, the leading cultivator snorted coldly, holding his own spiritual weapon, he was about to step forward to end the soldier's life.

He didn't move his footsteps, but suddenly he stopped, frowned and said, "What's the sound?"

The rumbling sound quickly approached from the side, and then the house on the side was knocked out of a big hole, and a tall figure blatantly rushed out of the hole.

Looking at this person, the leading cultivator from Wanmo Ridge exclaimed: "Giant armor!"

This guy obviously recognized the giant armor.

Following the fluctuation of spiritual power, the giant armor who killed here looked left and right, and before he could figure out the situation, he was besieged by a group of monks from Wanmo Ridge.

He lowered his head, aimed at the enemy in a charging posture, stomped on his feet, and rushed out, hitting him one after another, causing a halo to flash on his body.

The distance between each other quickly narrowed, and a group of monks from Wanmo Ridge scattered in all directions. The originally tight formation was smashed apart, and one monk couldn't dodge in time, and his bone broke when hit by the giant armor, and he fell and flew out.

Before those Wanmo Ridge cultivators regrouped, there was a sudden cry and the sound of pipa flicking, and then on the surrounding roofs, the immortal guards appeared one by one, and the spirit binding locks moved towards them. When the hood is under.

Another flow of light from the imperial weapon came and killed them, reaping their lives. In just a short moment, this group of seven or eight cultivators from Wanmo Ridge were killed in pieces.

Lu Ye took back his imperial weapon and jumped off the roof, followed by a group of spirits, who came to the bloody Haotianmeng monk to check his injuries.

After a while, Lu Ye sighed in his heart, this man was hopeless, the injury was too serious.

At this moment, the eighth-level Bingxiu seems to be returning to the light, his face is a little rosier, he looks at the ghosts around him in surprise, and then at Lu Ye and Ju Jia, a glimmer of hope ignited in his originally gray eyes, He raised his hand and grabbed Lu Ye's arm: "Go save someone!"

"Know."

Lu Ye nodded slightly.

The hand holding Lu Ye's arm dropped down, and the vitality quickly dissipated from the soldier's body.

Yiyi cleaned the battlefield, and the giant armor came over with a Wanmo Ridge monk who had lost the strength to resist, and held it in front of Lu Ye.

Lu Ye looked at him, a little puzzled.

"You kill!" the giant armor buzzed.

"Kill yourself." Lu Ye thought he was making merit for himself.

Little did they know that when Ju Jia followed Sima Yang in the past, in every battle, Ju Jia would charge forward and maim the enemy, and Sima Yang would reap the merits in the end.

Jujia scratched his head. Although he had killed some people in Fenghuayuan in a fit of madness before, he was completely dominated by the anger in his heart at that time, and he had no memory of it afterwards. Killing such things was a bit too strange to him.

But he is also a monk at the ninth level, and he has never killed an enemy before. It's not because he doesn't want to kill, but because Sima Yang doesn't want him to kill.

After thinking for a while, he threw the cultivator from Wanmo Ridge in his hand on the ground, then raised his big foot, and under the terrified gaze of the other party, he stepped on his head.

It was as if the watermelon had been stepped on and exploded, and the scene was bloody.

Lu Ye glanced at him and said without saying anything, "Let's go."

Following the source of the fluctuation of spiritual power, he rescued two groups of monks from the Haotian League along the way. These people were all killed and scattered.

Under their guidance, after a stick of incense, Lu Ye finally arrived at the main battlefield where the two major forces were fighting.

All the houses nearby have been destroyed, and ruins and corpses of monks who died in battle can be seen everywhere.

There are only about a hundred monks headed by Shenyin Palace, and there are more than 150 monks headed by Zhaori Mountain on the other side.

The number of people differed by half. On the scene, the Haotian Union side was obviously at a disadvantage. They were constantly being oppressed and retreated, and there were screams from time to time. As the Haotian Union monks continued to be injured and died, the Wanmo Ridge side had the advantage. getting bigger.

In such a situation, it can be said that the Haotian League is not far from being defeated.

But everyone is resisting, and no one is running away, because everyone knows that running away at this time will only make the situation worse. At this moment, there is still some strength to resist if they are huddled together. The final result will only be broken one by one by Wanmo Ridge.

Even so, the Haotian League is only delaying the time of death.

The Wanmo Ridge's offensive was extremely ferocious and fierce, and they tried to organize several times of charge, but unfortunately they failed to break through the Haotian Union's defense line.

It's not that they don't know that they should fight steadily at this time. In such a situation, as long as the Wanmo Ridge side is stable, the enemy can be slowly consumed. After all, the gap in numbers cannot be smoothed out.

That's what they've done before.

But since the people from Fenghuayuan came together and brought a piece of news, the Wanmo Ridge's offensive has become fierce. They want to defeat the Haotian Union's front line in the shortest possible time to prevent any changes.

After all, the accident came, and when the two sides were fighting, there was a cry, and the invisible impact permeated the four directions, making the offensive of many monks in Wanmo Ridge slightly stagnant.

The suppressed Haotianmeng monks who were completely at a disadvantage instantly lost their pressure and took advantage of the situation to counterattack.

At the same time, ghosts appeared one by one, and the spirit-binding lock was released.

Caught off guard, the Wanmo Ridge side suffered a great loss, and nearly ten people were locked up on the spot and then killed.

On the side of the Haotian Union, many monks followed the source of the voice, and they were all pleasantly surprised.

Because they saw a tall figure over there.

"It's a giant armor!"

"The bastard Sima Yang is finally here, and he doesn't look too stupid!"

There was a sound of exclamation, it seemed that the arrival of the giant armor made the monks of the Haotian League feel more at ease. With such a powerful body repairer, it is natural to be able to stabilize people's hearts.

Among other things, with the giant armor around, it would not be that easy to rush to the battle at Wanmo Ridge.

But what puzzled them even more was how the giant armor would stand with a group of spirits. Those spirits looked like their own helpers, because they were attacking the people in Wanmo Ridge.

Moreover, the one standing with the giant armor who is performing the fire dragon technique doesn't seem to be Sima Yang...

Among the crowd, Ji Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

Before that, he had tried many times to win over Sima Yang and Ju Jia, but they were unsuccessful. Sima Yang was the most snobbish guy, and it was impossible to impress him without giving enough benefits, but now Gu Shenyang is imprisoned in Xianyuan City In the dungeon, without him making the decision, how could Ji Yan promise Sima Yang any benefits?

Now it seems that Sima Yang has a general sense and knows that he should come to help.

He also saw the spirit bodies around the giant armor. Although he was puzzled, now was not the time to investigate. Since those spirit bodies were attacking Wanmo Ridge, they were his helpers.

On the other side, in the Wanmo Ridge camp, a young man looked sternly towards the place where the spirits were, and looked at Lu Ye who was performing the Fire Dragon Art. This man was Qi Ming, the guardian of Zhaori Mountain.

"This is that Jade Blood Sect Lu Yiye?" Qi Ming frowned.

"Yes." Chu Qing who was standing next to Qi Ming gritted her teeth and responded.

"So many of you were killed by him?" Qi Ming said in a dissatisfied tone.