After finally breaking out of the encirclement, Feng Jueyu finally reunited with Fushan, but the crisis for everyone was not resolved at this moment, just because Feng Jueyu slowed down his breakout speed.
When Fushan saw that Feng Jueyu had broken into the enemy formation single-handedly and fought his way out intact, he immediately gave him a high look.
"I didn't realize that Brother Feng is so skilled. Okay, no more nonsense. Everyone, follow me and join the army."
Fushan patted him on the shoulder, and then everyone speeded up.
Feng Jueyu didn't say much. He took Danlu with him and followed the others on the left wing to charge. Only then did he see that on both sides of the hillside, a team like theirs consisting of dozens or nearly a hundred people was really
Many, especially the large number of Tiangang Sect disciples in front, gathered together and worked together to rush to the outside.
The number of Night Stalkers is exactly like the tide, always endless.
During the breakout process, Feng Jueyu used his exquisite swordsmanship and the golden bell of the God of War that kept ringing loudly above his head. He killed hundreds of Night Demons by himself, and ran for a total of one kilometer, during which he did not know how many people were killed.
The Daredevil fell in a pool of blood, and the entire battlefield was like hell, filled with a strong aura of death.
The strength of those night devils is not too strong, but the advantages of the gods are not great either.
After rushing a certain distance, Feng Jueyu found that the original team of dozens of people around him had been reduced by half, and he couldn't help but sigh at the fragility of life.
If any of these people were randomly selected and placed in the lower realm, they would be indomitable and invincible, but in the divine realm, they would be so unbearable.
I don’t know where the end of this road is.
After rushing out for several miles in one breath, Feng Jueyu felt nothing at all, but his companions around him were all panting.
Obviously, under this fierce confrontation, many people have exhausted their physical strength. If they don't rest, they will die here from exhaustion even if they are not killed by the Night Demon.
As he was running so fast, the wind howled in his ears, Feng Jueyu asked loudly: "Brother Fushan, where are we going?"
"Wangxiangtai!"
The giant sword in Fushan's hand slashed horizontally with sword energy. After sweeping away several Night Demons, he turned around and shouted: "The Night Demon Realm is the realm of the Night Demons. We only have three base camps here. The nearest one is called Wangxiang."
The stage is right in front."
"Wangxiangtai!"
Feng Jueyu was puzzled, and suddenly two Night Demons with three turns rushed over from the side. One of the Night Demons stretched out his left hand, and a bright silver light emitted from his slender fingers. With two puffs, he offered two
The silver ball hit Feng Jueyu's waist very quickly.
"careful!"
Before Feng Jueyu could react, Fushan pulled him behind him and then slapped a palm. A large ray of light formed a wall, blocking the silver ball.
Then he slashed with his sword diagonally with his backhand, and the two Daredevils were exploded by the sword energy on the spot.
"Be careful. There are too many Night Demons. If you make any mistake, you will die without a burial place."
In fact, Feng Jueyu didn't care about the two silver balls at all. Although the silver balls seemed to have good attack power, his physical body was not trained in vain. It was still far from being able to hurt him.
But Feng Jueyu did not refute, only said: "We are still far away from Wangxiang Terrace, many people can't hold on any longer."
Fushan sighed with regret and said: "There is nothing I can do if I can't hold on. As a disciple of Tiangang, this is a hurdle that must be passed. Unless you reach the fifth rank, you must stay in the night demon world to kill enemies and eradicate these scourges that threaten the spirit world."
"Only by killing as many Night Demons as possible can we save the spirit world from disaster. If we let them bully us, we will have to fight them in the spirit world this time."
After Fushan finished speaking, he glanced into the distance and said, "Don't worry about it for now. Wangxiang Terrace is still ten miles away from us. Let's rush over."
Feng Jueyu nodded. Since Fushan said so, he had no choice but to rely on his own cultivation to fight his way out.
He looked back and saw that there were only about thirty people left in the team. Many people were supporting each other and working together.
Looking around, basically the number of people in each team is constantly decreasing, but fortunately, the teams can also look after each other, and the team has not been truly isolated by the Daredevil.
If any team is isolated at this time and has no support, the final result will be death.
Feng Jueyu quickly analyzed the situation on the battlefield, pointed to a team of more than fifty people in front and said: "There are too few of us. We must join the team in front, otherwise we don't have to go to Wangxiang Terrace. Our people
At least half of them will die."
Fushan: "I think so too, but it's a pity that they won't wait for us."
"Then catch up. I'll use the Golden Bell to clear the way. You follow me and rush forward."
"No, you will die if you do this, and you won't be able to stop so many Night Stalkers."
When Fushan said this, he still didn't believe in Feng Jueyu's ability. How did he know that the small bell on Feng Jueyu's head still had a Dao mark.
"Stop talking and go ahead. I'm confident that we can at least speed up our speed."
After Feng Jueyu finished speaking, he stopped talking nonsense, his mind moved, and his whole body was wrapped in swirling golden light.
"With the twenty-four principles, one can also practice the wind-chasing magic to such an extent."
In fact, the wind-chasing magic practiced by Feng Jueyu is only the lowest-level method in the divine world.
Although divine arts are not divided into levels, they are also divided into third, sixth, and ninth levels. Some divine arts are simply more powerful than lower-level magical arts, and it is impossible not to admit it.
The wind-chasing magic is precisely the lowest level and least formative magic. It is very easy to practice, but it is very difficult to condense the Tao principles.
In addition, Feng Jueyu's realm has only reached one level, how could Fushan believe that he could turn the tide.
But when Feng Jueyu used the wind-chasing magic, Fushan was shocked.
In one transformation of cultivation level, low-level magical skills were condensed into twenty-four kinds of Taoism. This speed is simply not too fast.
Whose disciple is this boy, and where did he learn from it?
Fushan was stunned, and Feng Jueyu had already rushed ten meters away. When he left the team, a large number of Night Demons came from all directions to kill him.
A lone guy is always more likely to be noticed by more enemies, and if he attacks again, he will definitely die.
As many as hundreds of night demons came and were about to drown Feng Jueyu. At this moment, Feng Jueyu sacrificed the golden bell above his head.
"when!"
As soon as he pointed at the golden bell, a loud ringing sound came. As soon as the golden bell swayed, a golden energy ripple spread rapidly. All the Night Demons who were swept by the ripples hugged their heads and cried out on the spot, as if they had some kind of headache.
He was so sick that he couldn't even hold the weapon in his hand, and it fell all over the floor.
Fushan was stunned for a moment, and then he was shocked: "What a powerful artifact, and it actually has Dao marks! Brothers, don't be reluctant to fight, rush over."
In fact, at this time, they can counterattack and collect more demon souls, but they are currently surrounded, and greed is suicide.
Seeing that the enemies around them had lost their ability to resist, everyone cheered and cheered. No one was left behind and they started running wildly.
Soon after, everyone caught up with the team in front. The leader was a fourth-level god like Fushan, who was clearing the way with the artifact in his hand.
"Junior Brother Changnong!"
"Senior Brother Fushan!"
"I just saw you behind me, but we didn't dare to stop."
"There is no defense, let's kill it together."
The two teams merged, their fighting strength increased greatly, and they immediately charged together. This time, Feng Jueyu was still running in front, and when the situation was not going well, he used the Golden Bell of the Goddess.
Changnong has a very powerful artifact in his hand, called the True Flame Sword. When the sword shines together, the sky is filled with flames that can burn the earth.
He has used this artifact to persevere until now.
But when compared with the Golden Bell, it is far from satisfactory, because Dao marks are very rare.
No matter which artifact has a Dao mark, its power will increase tenfold.
"when!"
There was another bell ringing, and all the Daredevils within a radius of dozens of meters were shaken and their consciousness was blurred.
Fushan then led his men to charge forward, only to see the Night Demon falling down like wheat.
When Changnong saw this, he was shocked and said: "Brother Fushan, who is that brother? He is so fierce?"
"His name is Feng Jueyu. Even though he is only at the first level, his strength is not inferior to that of you or me. How about that, isn't that divine weapon powerful?"
"Awesome, this is a soul-killing artifact that can cause chaos to the enemy's spirit. The most important thing is the Dao Mark."
"That's why it's so powerful. Stop talking and kill us together. We'll talk about it first when we get to Wangxiang Terrace."
"With this brother, we can finally save fewer lives."
Changnong said excitedly, and then without further words, he led the team to run at full speed.
After a while, Feng Jueyu looked ahead and saw a large mountain appearing a hundred meters away, and this large mountain was covered with exquisite and magical patterns.
The dazzling brilliance spread all over the mountains and plains, reflecting the precision-operated formations.
"Good guy, so many formations can actually affect each other, it's amazing."
Feng Jueyu looked up and was stunned by the sight in front of him.
There are hundreds of formations on that mountain, and all of them are level 7 formations. They are intertwined with each other and frequently release powerful true god force fields, just like a solid fortress, guarding the mountain.
Attacked by the Night Stalker.
Not only that, there were several rank-7 and rank-8 masters sitting on the Wangxiang Platform. One of them was fighting with a tall Night Demon below, killing them in a dark and bloody manner.
"Quickly, go to Wangxiang Terrace. Let's go in first."
After a while, everyone finally arrived at the outskirts of Wangxiang Terrace. Fushan and his men quickened their pace, and then they saw dozens of formations activated at the same time on the mountain on one side of Wangxiang Terrace.
Dark blue rolling thunder fell like a downpour, covering an entire southern hillside, falling behind Feng Jueyu and others.
After the loud rumbling noise, he looked back and saw countless Night Demons disappearing into ashes. The tragic scene was simply unbearable to look at.