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The explosion spread like layers of water ripples, and Her Highness the Witch couldn't help but tremble, and her bright eyes narrowed.
In addition to the Jinqiu who left for support, on the battlefield under the red clouds, there are now two masters of the late Yuanling stage, hundreds of demon palace elites, and more than twenty Yuanling stage demon cultivators, who have arrived to give the retreat signal to their companions.
The situation shows how powerful the enemy is.
On Kaiyang Planet, among the four second-rate sects, none must have such strength. So, the one who forced Jin Qiu and Hong Ling into such a situation must be a first-rate sect supported by aliens or a top sect's master, Yuan Ling.
There must be quite a few cultivators in the early stage, and there may even be super masters of immortal cultivation in the dual soul stage with astonishing strength.
"Does this signal tell us to retreat?" Zheng Lin asked uncertainly.
Her Highness the Witch was startled, then smiled and said: "No, this signal is a message of great victory. Let's go and see it together."
After saying that, the witch soared into the air, carrying the doubtful Zheng Lin, and flew through the air with all her strength to the place where the signal had just been sent.
The witch flew very high, and Zheng Lin's eyesight could not see very far, but in addition to the whistling wind, there was also a rumbling sound that kept coming to his ears, becoming increasingly clear.
Those noises must be from the fierce battle between the Taoist and Demonic parties. It can be concluded from the momentum alone that the outcome of the battle is still undecided.
At this time, Her Highness the Witch was flying with her sword with all her strength. The flying sword was only so big, which made her and Zheng Lin very close to each other. Zheng Lin himself had never flown with a sword before, mainly because his strength had never reached such a level.
level, I have been taken flying several times before. Although Her Highness the Witch is very good at controlling flying swords and seems to be able to carry Zheng Lin with ease, but it seems that in order to avoid the attention of people below, Her Highness the Witch flies very high, and high in the air
The Gangfeng was extremely powerful and too fast, making Zheng Lin tremble all the time. However, the strength of the second level of Tongqiao was enough for him to barely maintain the balance of his body.
The witch only focused on flying away, completely forgetting that Zheng Lin's strength was still very low. Not only did she not release her spiritual power to help Zheng Lin, she also deliberately kept a distance from Zheng Lin, as if Zheng Lin had a thorn on his body.
"Be careful, I'm going down. Don't blame me if you fall to death." As she approached the place where the sound of fighting came from, Her Highness the Witch confessed to Zheng Lin behind her, and then she leaned down and fell straight down.
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Although Her Highness the Witch released her spiritual power to form a shield, Zheng Lin, who was affected by gravity, was unable to control his body shape changes and jumped directly onto Her Highness the Witch.
Fortunately, the body-protecting spiritual power of Her Highness the Witch prevented Zheng Lin from making physical contact with her. Zheng Lin fell a few steps, but did not hit Her Highness the Witch. Instead, he was knocked away by the body-protecting spiritual power.
Like a kite with its string broken, Zheng Lin first flew far to one side, and then hit the ground straight again.
Zheng Lin put his head down, looking at the ground getting closer and closer, feeling the speed of his fall. He cursed Her Highness the Witch in his heart for being so unjust. At the same time, he was also thinking: "If I fall like this, I'm afraid I will be shattered to pieces. This kind of
It’s a really miserable way to die.”
Seeing that the ground was only more than a hundred meters away, Zheng Lin only had the second-level strength of Qiao Qiao, which was only slightly stronger than the average secular strong man. He could not control his body well in such a situation. At this time, he could only hate
Close your eyes.
The imagined collision with the ground did not happen. Her Highness the Witch, who came quickly, grabbed Zheng Lin when he was about to touch the ground and flew dozens of meters parallel to the ground before stopping.
Landed.
Zheng Lin's feet touched the ground. Although his life was in danger just now, he had already died once, and he did not show much fear. Her Highness the Witch looked at him meaningfully and said: "You are calm enough.
Did you know I would save you?"
Seeing that Zheng Lin's expression was still calm but his eyes were looking into the distance, the witch also looked over——
In the distant mountains, a steep peak reaches into the clouds. At the foot of the mountain, there is a wide and surging river. An unknown number of monks are at the foot of the mountain. They are fighting a decisive battle on the river. The roar of the mountains can be heard incessantly.
The demon cultivators in the Demon Palace wearing red armor were actually surrounded by countless immortal cultivators. The magic weapons flashing with various colors kept flying by, blooming with beautiful splendor in the sky. They quickly cut through the sky and became entangled together.
, like a giant colorful net, and the people in the Demon Palace are like red carp in the giant net. Although they struggle hard, they cannot break free.
On the mountainside, the setting sun gradually sets, and a golden glow spreads across the sky. Billions of sword-like rays of light drag the figures of the fighting monks out. The black shadows seem to appear in the world one by one.
Like a demon, it showed a ferocious and terrifying face as the figures danced.
Hong Ling is still there, and Jin Qiu is also there, but the two of them are now in a state of embarrassment and are in a desperate state. I am afraid that if they can't break out of the siege in another moment and a half, their death will be easy.
It's possible to lose your soul.
There are less than five hundred people in the Demon Palace, but at the foot of the mountain and on the river, immortal cultivators wearing various clothes and armors are densely packed. As soon as you can see, there are no less than five thousand, and there are still more people joining them.
Her Highness the Witch and Zheng Lin had just landed on a hillside far away from the battlefield. Many immortal cultivators flew in from the direction of the teleportation array. Judging from their speed, they were probably not weak. The situation of everyone in the Demon Palace was very serious.
It is so severe that it is only a matter of time before the entire army is annihilated.
The two of them were still some distance away from the battlefield, and Zheng Lin could not clearly see the specific situation on the battlefield. When he looked at Her Highness the Witch, he saw that she had been staring in the direction of the mountain without moving her eyes at all.
Zheng Lin also followed her gaze and looked over. After staring for a long time, he realized that behind a group of immortal cultivators, there were still a few people who had not taken action. They were just watching the battle silently. Zheng Lin could not see because they were too far away.
Know their appearance and expression clearly.
But when Zheng Lin thought about it, those few people must be the masters with the highest cultivation level and the strongest strength among the immortal cultivators! A few steps in front of them, there was an old man with fluttering clothes and long silver-white hair. Obviously,
He is a super master.
"This doesn't look like a complete victory, does it?" Although Zheng Lin had already guessed that the witch was lying just now, he still felt a little frightened when he saw the spectacular scene.
Every moment, elites from the Demon Palace died under the attacks of the immortal cultivators, and then fell into the river. The attacks from the immortal cultivators were getting higher and higher, leaving the Demon Palace with almost no time to breathe.