After the previous battle, more than half of Shen Lang's spiritual energy had been consumed.
After all, he is still in the early stages of Nirvana, and his spiritual energy reserve in his Dantian is not very sufficient.
As Shen Lang walked through it, he slowly recovered while holding the Five Elements Spirit Crystal in his hand.
"Pop!" Several signal flares suddenly flew out of the sky on the west side.
Shen Lang was shocked and immediately ran towards the west of the foot of the mountain at full speed.
At a swamp to the west of the mountain, a fierce fighting was going on.
Hundreds of Chongxiao Temple disciples encountered hundreds of monks from Jumo Manor. The sound of clashing spiritual weapons and spells resounded in all directions. The scene was a mess, mixed with blood stains of corpses.
This group of Chongxiao Palace teams were not as lucky as Cheng Luo and others, because compared with the enemy, the difference in strength was so huge that the battle was almost one-sided.
Although the group of monks from Jumo Manor is small in number, there are five foundation-building monks, and one of the leaders even has a late-stage foundation-building cultivation! On the Chongxiao Palace side, there are only four foundation-building monks.
The tallest one is Elder He from the Foundation Establishment Stage.
Encountering a sudden attack by the opponent, the battle was almost a one-sided massacre.
"Disciples of Jumo Manor, listen to the order and kill all these barbaric bastards!" A pockmarked old man at the head of Jumo Manor shouted.
"Yes!" A large number of disciples from Jumo Manor in black robes threw their spiritual weapons and attacked the group of monks from Chongxiao Palace.
Each of these hundred disciples of Jumozhuang has a spiritual weapon and is well-equipped, and their strength greatly exceeds that of the disciples of Chongxiao Palace.
The disciples of Chongxiao Palace were caught off guard in an instant, and they immediately used their spells to form a simple circular defensive formation to join forces with the disciples of Jumo Village's attack.
Elder He activated the golden bowl magic weapon and bravely resisted the attack of the two elders of Jumo Manor.
He had already sent out a signal flare, and originally planned to delay the group of monks until reinforcements arrived.
However, before the two blows were struck, the monk with a pockmarked face threw a dark magic blade. The magic blade emitted a black light and penetrated directly into the chest of an elder of Chongxiao Temple.
"No, Elder Wang!" Elder He shouted with his eyes wide open.
Elder Wang's limbs twitched twice and he died instantly. His body fell into the swamp.
An elder from the same sect was killed so easily, Elder He's scalp went numb.
The battle situation was also one-sided, and in the blink of an eye, seven or eight elite disciples died tragically.
The combat prowess of both sides is really not at the same level. If the fight continues like this, everyone on our side will be annihilated in less than half a stick of incense! Elder He yelled with splitting eyes: "All Chongxiao Temple disciples obey the order and there is no need to fight.
Run away!" Upon hearing this, a large number of Chongxiao Temple disciples ran away, and the defensive formation was instantly disrupted.
A group of late-stage Qi-refining monks from Jumo Manor rushed in and madly slaughtered the disciples of Chongxiao Temple.
"Junior sister, let's run!" Su Haoyun looked flustered during the battle and held up an ice wall to resist the spiritual weapon attacks of several Jumo Manor cultivators.
"Master has told us not to be greedy for life and afraid of death!" Xiao Ling'er beside her yelled and tried her best to use ice spells. Two huge ice spears penetrated the chests of two black-robed monks and the white skirts on their bodies.
stained red with blood.
"Holy shit, you're going to die and you still care about this. If you don't run away, I'll run away!" Su Haoyun's face turned livid.
Although he didn't want Xiao Ling'er to die, he cared more about his own life.
After yelling, Su Haoyun turned around and ran away, too lazy to care about Xiao Ling'er anymore.
Several black-robed monks swarmed forward. Xiao Ling'er struggled to use defensive spells, propped up an ice wall, and tried her best to resist.
Seeing the Chongxiao Palace disciples fleeing around her, Xiao Ling'er's pretty face turned pale. She suddenly remembered Shen Lang's previous instructions in her mind. No matter what happened, preserving life was the most important thing.
After biting her teeth, Xiao Ling'er also retreated and fled towards the forest outside the swamp.
Elder He and other three elders of Chongxiao Palace are still resisting hard. Others can escape, but they cannot escape even if they want to.
"Hmph, you are a bunch of barbaric bastards. Let me send you back to the west!" The pockmarked monk at the head of Jumo Manor smiled sinisterly and held out a big black flag.
This treasure is called the Black Wind Flag, and it is a middle-grade magic weapon.
Brother Mazi grasped the flagpole with both arms and began to shake it wildly. Strange black winds suddenly blew around the swamp.
"Woo~~~" Giant skulls flew out of the black flag, with blood shining from the empty eye sockets, and bursts of ghostly cries and howling sounds came out, which made people's hair stand on end.
The disciples of Chongxiao Temple who were still trapped in the battle heard Guitou's whimpering and couldn't help but feel dizzy, as if their souls had been traumatized.
This group of Chongxiao Temple disciples were instantly defenseless and were swarmed by a large number of Jumozhuang monks, slaughtering them all. Rivers of blood flowed all around them.
Three foundation-building elders were also affected.
Brother Mazi continued to wave the black wind flag, and several giant skulls attacked Elder He and others.
In an instant, two elders were devoured by skulls, and one even had his body bitten in half.
Only Elder He activated the golden bowl and released golden light, and was able to barely resist the attack of the two skulls.
However, he was still unable to defeat the four hands with his two fists, and he was eventually burned to death by the demonic flames sprayed out from many skulls.
Brother Mazi put away the black wind flag, with a smug sneer on his old face: "Wild waste, really vulnerable!" "Elder Jin, there are more than a dozen fish that slipped through the net and escaped, do we want to chase them?"
A black-robed monk in the early stage of foundation building clasped his fists and asked for instructions.
"There is no need to chase a group of small miscellaneous fish in the Qi Refining Stage. The main purpose of our trip is to kill the Foundation Establishment Stage monks in Chongxiao Palace and Hanyue Palace.
You quickly collect the loot and prepare for the next wave of attacks.
"Brother Mazi said calmly.
"Yes!" Several elders behind him immediately responded with clasped fists.
Just as these monks from Jumo Manor were collecting the loot from the corpses, a young man in white robe suddenly rushed out from the bushes in the distance.
"Huh?" Brother Mazi was stunned for a moment. Someone single-handedly found them. Isn't this looking for death? The young man in white robe is Shen Lang.
Seeing the tragic scene of blood flowing in front of him, Shen Lang's face turned slightly pale. This group of Chongxiao Palace disciples were all wiped out! Shen Lang was too lazy to care about the life and death of others. His eyes were like lightning, and his consciousness searched for the corpse.
I breathed a sigh of relief immediately.
Fortunately, Xiao Linger is not among them.
"Boy, who are you?" Two elders from Jumo Manor came out, pointed at Shen Lang and yelled.
Shen Lang narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "Elder of Chongxiao Hall.
"Hmph, you overestimating bastard, let the elders die!" Monk Mazi snorted disdainfully, and threw out a magic blade that was about a foot long in his hand.
"Whoops!" A black light appeared on the surface of the demon blade and struck Shen Lang like lightning.