Although the longevity sect has a profound foundation and the defense of the mountain guard formation is extremely powerful, under such a terrifying attack, the speed still visible to the naked eye gradually dims, and it is only a matter of time before it is broken.

There are already bold casual cultivators at the foot of the mountain, eagerly controlling their magic weapons and flying into the sky.

The Changsheng Sect did not dare to approach the top of the mountain. Their target was Luanluo City on the mountainside. This Cultivation City that the Huanzhen Sect’s army had no intention of paying attention to for the time being was home to shops, a large number of magic weapons and spiritual stones, endless wealth and hope for the road.

…

With someone taking the lead, more and more casual cultivators joined the team.

Some use magic weapons to fly, while more use their feet to run.

The dense, black mass rushed up the mountainside like a tide, and the restless, excited, and distorted noise spread several miles away, and even Chen Li could faintly hear it.

From a docile sheep to a bloody wolf, it often only takes a thought.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, how about... let's go grab one too." Zhang Yan was infected by the atmosphere, licked his lips, and said eagerly.

"Dad, you don't want to die." Zhang Shuniang pulled her father down and said angrily.

Chen Li glanced at him sideways.

Don’t you know what your own strength is?

How many times have you been beaten?

It's just too long to live.

Wang Qing hugged the child and sighed, then said, "Oh, Fellow Daoist Zhang, I'm not telling you, you look like the kind of person who is not good at fighting. Why would you take such a risk to make such a windfall?"

"Ahem! That's all I'll say." Zhang Yan said with a sarcastic smile, and then he said a little unconvinced: "Why am I not good at fighting? After all, I am at the sixth level of Qi training. When it comes to fighting, I am better than

Of course it’s not enough, but it’s definitely more than enough.”

"This has nothing to do with cultivation. Just like fellow Daoist Chen, you don't have that kind of cruelty in your eyes." Wang Qing said with a smile.

Zhang Shuniang's eyes widened and she retorted: "Uncle, that's not the case."

Zhang Yan's face turned dark when he heard this.

So, I am?

This is the default!

This daughter is really wasted.

Chen Li smiled and was about to speak.

Then I heard a loud "bang" sound coming from a distance.

The mountain-protecting formation was finally broken, disappearing like soap bubbles, and countless besieging monks suddenly swarmed in frantically.

As for the city defense formation in Luanluo City, it has never been opened.

Some people fled down, but more people swarmed up.

Figures were flying in the air, and from time to time someone fell to the ground, blood spilling in the air.

Zhang Yan's face looked pale. Those who could fly with weapons were all in the advanced stage of Qi training or above. But even so, under this kind of chaos, they were no better than ordinary monks.

Chen Li stared closely at the top of the mountain, constantly searching for the figure of the Jindan ancestor of the Huanzhen Sect.

But I haven't seen any suspicious targets.

Maybe...he didn't come here at all!

The more Chen Li thought about it, the more likely it was, and he couldn't help but feel relieved. Nowadays, most of the Changsheng Sect's forces are fighting outside, and the inside is empty. It is said that killing a chicken with a bull's knives is not worth a visit from a golden elixir in person.

The chaos lasted from afternoon to evening and was still not over.

More and more people are coming to the wilderness, and some people have become red-blooded and kill everyone they see.

At this time, Chen Li saw a group of people being chased in the distance, and his expression changed.

"It seems to be the Yu family. You stay here and be careful. I'll be back as soon as I go."

As he spoke, his figure flashed.

He had already passed five or six meters away, and in a blink of an eye, his figure was already a hundred meters away.

Everyone was stunned and looked in disbelief.

Wang Qing looked at Zhou Hong and opened her mouth: "You...what...what kind of cultivation level does your man have?"

"The late stage of Qi training..." Zhou Hong said, staring closely at Chen Li's figure with a worried look on his face.

…

Yu Fanzhen and Yu Fanwu guarded the remaining seven or eight tribesmen, fighting and retreating all the way, covered in blood.

A large group of casual cultivators followed closely, like hyenas watching their prey in the grassland, attacking from time to time.

If there is anyone who is the richest family in the entire Luanluo City, it must be the six foundation-building families. When casual cultivators rush into Luanluo City, the first target is naturally the shops that are best to grab, and the next ones are the foundation-building families who were once high.

It's family.

A fierce tiger can't fight against a pack of wolves, not to mention that the Foundation-building family without a foundation is no better than a casual cultivator. The family's defensive formation didn't last long before it was breached by the casual cultivators. The Yu family could only forcefully break through.

But how can you escape after being targeted?

Go all the way and bleed all the way.

There are fewer and fewer tribesmen.

By now it has reached the end of its strength.

Yu Fanzhen looked desperate and said loudly: "The Yu family asks themselves that I have never been sorry to you in the past, so why not find a way out?"

"Hehe, it's time to survive. Once you've done it, you have to do it. You don't understand the principle of eradicating the roots." A buck-toothed casual cultivator laughed.

"Fan Zhen, don't waste your strength. It's useless. They won't let us go." Yu Fanwu said bitterly: "It's a pity, it's hateful. My ancestor shouldn't have come back here to wade through this muddy water."

“It’s only our juniors’ fault for not living up to expectations!”

"Woooooo!" A young man in the crowd couldn't help but cry.

"Why are you crying? Don't be afraid. Even if the Yu family dies, they will die standing." An old man scolded loudly.

The buck-toothed cultivator laughed loudly: "The nights are long and the dreams are many. Seeing that your spiritual power is almost exhausted along the way, it's time for you to hit the road... What are you fellow Taoists waiting for? All the harvest will be distributed according to the previous rules."

"puff!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a long sword suddenly pierced the golden light protective shield, pierced Bucktooth's forehead, and stabbed out from the back of his head.

His eyes widened angrily, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, as if he still couldn't believe that he was dead.

His body swayed.

"thump!"

Falling to the ground with a sound.

A figure appeared out of thin air, and before the body fell to the ground, it rushed towards the crowd like a lightning bolt.

It's Chen Li.

A casual cultivator was so frightened that he turned pale. Before he could react, he felt a strong wind blowing against his face. Before he could reach his figure, a sword light passed like a sudden flash. Lightning flashed across the sky and instantly crossed his chest, cutting him into pieces.

In the second stage, his sword shook and blood splattered everywhere.

Chen Li didn't even look, his figure flashed past him.

"No!"

As soon as a monk took out his magic weapon, a sword light flashed across his body. He staggered and half of his head fell off.

A monk tried to sneak attack from behind. Chen Li took a step forward without hesitation and struck a sword with his backhand, the tip of the sword passing across his throat.

Most of the monks used amulets, but this kind of defense could not stop Chen Li from casually swinging his sword. Only the golden light amulet could make Chen Li take it seriously, and it would take 70% to 80% of his strength to break it open.

Chen Li, with full firepower, was like an efficient meat grinder. Every second, two or three monks fell on his sword, leaving stumps and internal organs everywhere he passed.

In Chen Li's eyes, there is almost no difference whether it is the middle stage of Qi training or the late stage of Qi training. They are like a thick wooden stake and a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. They are two parts of one sword. His body is like a ghost, and his sword skills are fierce and powerful.

To put it simply, when the sword draws blood, one person will fall with each sword strike.

There are fewer and fewer monks, and more and more corpses are lying on the ground.

The remaining casual cultivators finally couldn't bear the fear and began to collapse.

It wasn't that these casual cultivators were brave and fearless, with strong morale, and persisted until now before they collapsed, but that the killing came too fast, and their minds were in chaos, and they didn't wake up until now.

It's a pity, how can we escape.

Chen Li scolded everyone, and everyone froze immediately.

Only ten seconds had passed since the last casual cultivator was killed by him with a sword.

For some reason, the wilderness suddenly became quiet, and only the hissing sound of blood and the sound of swallowing saliva could be clearly heard. Chen Li stepped forward to mend his sword and touch the corpse one by one as if there was no one around.

Dharma utensils, storage bags, and bulging baggage.

These people obviously gained a lot, and everyone grabbed a lot.

But now it's all his.
To be continued...