After the previous struggle, Shen Lang's body had consumed more than half of the spiritual power. After all, he was only in the early stage of Nirvana, and the spiritual power reserves in his dantian were not very sufficient.

While walking, Shen Lang held the Five Elements Spirit Crystal in his hand and slowly recovered.

"Play!"

Several signal flares suddenly flew out of the air on the west side.

Shen Lang was shocked and immediately ran towards the west of the foot of the mountain at full speed.

A fierce battle is in progress on a swamp on the west side of the mountain.

Hundreds of Chongxiao Palace disciples encountered hundreds of monks from Jumo Village. The sound of spiritual weapons and magic collisions resounded all over the world, and the scene was in a mess, mixed with blood from the corpse.

This group of Chongxiao Palace teams is not as lucky as Cheng Luo and others, because compared with the enemy, the strength difference is too great, and the battle situation is almost one-sided.

Although the number of monks from the Demon Gathering Village came was small, there were five monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage, and one of them even had the cultivation level of the late Foundation Establishment Stage!

On the Chongxiao Palace, there are only four foundation-building cultivators, and the highest cultivation level is Elder He, the middle-level foundation-building cultivator.

When they were suddenly attacked by the other party, the situation was almost unilateral massacre.

"As the disciples of Jumo Village follow the orders, kill all the wild miscellaneous pieces!" An old man with a pockmarked face in Jumo Village shouted.

"yes!"

A large number of disciples of Jumo Village in black robes threw out their spiritual weapons and attacked the group of monks in Chongxiao Palace.

These hundred disciples from the Demon Juzhuang each have a spiritual weapon, which is well-equipped and has a much stronger strength than those of the disciples of Chongxiao Palace.

The disciples of Chongxiao Palace were caught off guard in an instant, and immediately used magic to form a simple ring defensive formation to work together to attack the disciples of the local demon village.

Elder He activated the magic weapon of the golden bowl and gritted his teeth to resist the attacks of the two elders of the Demon-Comeing Village.

He had sent out a signal flare, and originally planned to delay the group of monks first and wait for reinforcements to arrive.

However, before he could hit him twice, the monk with a pockmarked face threw out a painted black magic weapon. The magic blade emitted a black light and penetrated directly into the chest of an elder of the Chongxiao Palace.

"No, Elder Wang!" Elder He shouted with his eyes wide open.

The elder Wang's limbs twitched twice, and then died instantly, and his body fell into the swamp mud.

Elder He was killed so easily. Elder He's scalp was numb.

The battle situation was one-sided, and seven or eight elite disciples died tragically in the blink of an eye.

The combat power of both sides is really not the same level. If you continue to fight like this, you will not take half a stick of incense and everyone on your side will be wiped out!

Elder He shouted with his eyes splitting: "All the disciples of Chongxiao Palace obey orders, there is no need to fight, escape quickly!"

As soon as he heard this, a large number of disciples from Chongxiao Palace ran away, and their defensive formation was instantly disrupted.

A group of late-stage cultivators from the Demon Gathering and Refining Qi rushed in and slaughtered the disciples of Chongxiao Palace in a crazy way.

"Junior sister, let's run!" Su Haoyun looked panicked in the battle, supported an ice wall to resist the attacks of several cultivators from the Demon-Comeing Village.

"Master told us that we should not be greedy for life and fear death!" Xiao Ling'er beside him shouted and tried his best to use the ice-type magic. Two huge ice guns pierced the chests of the two black-robed monks, and the white skirts on their bodies were stained with blood.

"Damn, I still care about these things when I'm going to die. If you don't run away, I'll run away!" Su Haoyun's face turned pale. Although he didn't want Xiao Ling'er to die, he cared more about his life.

After roaring, Su Haoyun turned around and ran away, too lazy to care about Xiao Ling'er anymore.

Several monks in black robe rushed up, and Xiao Ling'er struggled to use defensive magic, supported an ice wall, and fought hard to resist.

Seeing the disciples of Chongxiao Palace around her fled and fled, Xiao Ling'er's pretty face turned pale, and she suddenly remembered Shen Lang's previous instructions, no matter what she encountered, saving her life is the most important thing.

After biting his teeth, Xiao Ling'er also pulled back and fled to the mountains and forests outside the swamp.

Elder He and three other elders of Chongxiao Palace were still fighting hard. Others could escape, but they couldn't escape even if they wanted to.

"Hmph, a group of wild miscellaneous pieces, let me come and send you back to the west!" The monk with a pockmarked face headed by the Demon Village smiled sinisterly and sacrificed a black flag.

This treasure is called Black Wind Flag, which is a middle-grade magic weapon.

Monk Mazi held the flagpole tightly with his arms and began to shake wildly. A strange black wind suddenly blew around the swamp.

“Woooooo~~~”

Giant skulls flew out from the black flag, blood was shining from the hollow eye sockets, and waves of ghosts and howling sounds were heard, making people creepy.

The disciples of Chongxiao Palace, who were still trapped in the battle, could not help but feel dizzy when they heard the whimper of the ghost head, as if their souls were damaged.

These disciples of Chongxiao Palace were instantly unable to resist and were rushed up by a large number of monks from the Demon Village, slaughtered completely, and blood flowed into a river.

The three foundation-building elders were also affected.

Monk Mazi continued to shake the Black Wind Flag, and several giant skull heads attacked Elder He and others.

In an instant, two elders were swallowed by the skull head, and one of them was even bitten in half.

Only Elder He activated the golden bowl and released the golden light, barely resisting the attack of the two skulls. However, his fists were still hard to match the four hands, and he was eventually burned to death by the demonic flames sprayed out from many skulls.

The monk Mazi put away the Black Wind Flag, and his old face showed a smug sneer: "The wild waste is really vulnerable!"

"Elder Jin, more than a dozen fish that escaped the net escaped. Should we chase after him?" A monk from the early stage of the black-robed foundation building next to him clasped his fists and asked for instructions.

"There are no need to chase a group of small fish in the Qi Refining Stage. The main purpose of our trip is to kill the foundation-building stage monks in the Chongxiao Palace and the Hanyue Palace. You should quickly recover the spoils and prepare for the next attack." The monk Mazi said coldly.

"yes!"

Several elders behind him immediately clasped their fists and responded.

Just as these monks from the Demon-Gaozhuang were picking up the spoils of the corpse, a young man in white robe suddenly rushed out of the bushes in the distance.

"Huh?" The monk Mazi was stunned for a moment. Someone actually found them alone. Isn't this asking for death?

The young man in white robe is Shen Lang.

Looking at the tragic situation in front of him, Shen Lang's face turned slightly pale, and the team of disciples from Chongxiao Palace were completely destroyed!

Shen Lang was too lazy to care about other people's life and death. His eyes were like lightning. His spiritual sense searched the corpse and he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Xiao Ling'er is not among them.

"Boy, who are you?" Two elders from the Demon Village came out and pointed at Shen Lang and shouted violently.

Shen Lang shrank his eyes and said coldly: "Elder Chongxiao Palace."

"Hmph, the scattered scattered scattered by the elders!"

The monk Mazi snorted coldly with disdain and threw a magic blade about one foot long in his hand.

"call out!"
Chapter completed!