Many monks who were facing a life-and-death crisis were furious. They were trapped in the desperate situation of the evil formation. Even if they hid, they could not escape alone. Apart from joining forces to attack the formation, they might still have a glimmer of hope. At this moment, they had no other option.
The forces in the city quickly united, and no matter how big their personal grudges were, they were put aside at this time.
Wan Shangwu's voice came again: "I'll give you a chance to surround the man above the guest house and the mean-mouthed Mengmei who is sowing discord, and create a good opportunity for me to kill the thief. I don't need to hold you accountable. Do you believe it easily?"
The sin of a thief.
At the critical moment when the war is about to begin, how can I be so busy killing my own people that I can use your brains to think about it?
Mr. Sheng is able to control the formation and prevent the Blood Forbidden Mist from hurting his own people in the city. He only targets the foreign thieves. If he doesn't open up the opening of the city defense formation to let you come out first, he has no confidence in preventing the fourth-level Meng Mei from fishing in troubled waters and escaping.
,Don’t you understand yet?”
It was rare for Wan Shangwu to be so patient and explain everything to the monks below.
Seeing the hope of survival again, everyone in the city was once again caught in a conflict. They didn't know whether to believe in the old monster, or to work together to rush up and fight to the death.
It is very likely that Wan Laoguai is using them to deal with fifth-level masters from foreign lands, letting them fight to increase the power of the evil array, and then kill them all in one fell swoop, both of them losing, so that they can gain exclusive benefits and wipe out all the survivors.
"It's already here. You brainless fools are still holding on to your illusions and delaying your escape time and time again. It's so stupid! The formation masters among you have eyes wide open and haven't noticed that the evil formation is not completely arranged. Mr. Sheng
The ghost is activating its blood-forbidden mist all at once. How can he control the evil formation to prevent the blood-forbidden people from contaminating you, the abandoned ones?
The mortals and low-level monks who cannot fly in the city have been trapped in a blood ban. Their flesh, flesh, vitality, and souls have all been polluted, and they are providing energy for the evil array. You have one last chance, so take care of yourself."
You Mengchang very considerately exposed the sinister intentions of the old monster outside the city, but his words were still vicious and unpleasant.
There were thousands of mortals and low-level monks in the city. They were in a panic before, but now their expressions were dull and their steps were staggering.
When a disaster comes, they all fly away. The monks who were able to fly in the air originally did not care about the life and death of the mortals and low-level monks below. At this time, they were reminded and found that the situation was indeed different.
Several formation masters who had been humiliated and scolded hurriedly fell down, and a little bit touched the increasingly dense blood mist below. Some people had already shouted: "Don't believe Wan Laoguai and the others anymore, the only way to survive is to rush up!"
"The blood-forbidden fog is out of control, and the old monster is talking nonsense and fighting with the old monster!"
"Hurry up, or you will die without a burial place!"
The other formation masters shouted, whether they understood the weirdness of the evil formation or not, it didn't matter at this time. In order to survive, they must strengthen everyone's determination.
The monks in the city were deceived by Wan Lao Monster time and time again, and their anger was completely aroused.
There is no way out, so you can only fight like hell.
Small battle formations quickly formed into battle groups of a hundred people, and then connected together to form a spherical whole with a size of tens of feet. Everyone was united, and the combat power that broke out even if the fifth-level monks faced each other alone, they would have to avoid it.
Edge.
In the sky above the city defense formation, Wan Shangwu, wearing a scarlet robe, looked down at the situation in the city, with a sneer of disdain on his lips.
He deliberately aroused the desperate desire in everyone's heart, whether they were going in his direction or heading to the guest house, but he didn't expect that the fourth-level dream charm below, with his eloquent tongue, would cooperate with him invisibly.
Such a tacit understanding saves a lot of saliva.
He held a blood-red bead in his right hand, and inside the bead there were dozens of light spots flickering faintly.
He muttered words and stared at the formation of the battle group below. Everyone's anger and momentum reached their peak. Only such a soul could meet his needs and shouted: "Blood Forbidden Mist Shield!"
As his words fell, the blood mist flowing near the ground in the city suddenly rolled up violently, flying sand and rocks. In a short period of time, the entire city was plunged into a bloody atmosphere. Thousands of people on the ground fell to death in the mist, and their flesh, flesh, and souls were swallowed up.
All that's left is a shriveled, yellow body.
The thick blood mist enveloped the fighting group that was desperately rushing upward.
Eroding the magic shield that everyone worked together to create.
At this moment, the battle group created by everyone's joint efforts is in an unprecedented crisis. Even if they don't breathe and seal the pores on their bodies, they still feel that the blood-forbidden mist is everywhere, attacking the body surface like needles, and there is blood everywhere they can see.
direction, panic grew in my heart.
"Quick, rush up!"
"Wrong, that's going down, quickly reverse the direction!"
"That's right, Lao Zhou, don't listen to his blind orders, we can't afford to waste time, go ahead!"
"Idiots, are you in a hurry to die? I won't accompany you!"
Fierce disagreements arose, and the entire temporary war group fell apart amidst the quarrels. Each of them rushed to the direction they thought was correct. Without exception, all the war groups hit the ground with a wild and desperate posture, destroying countless houses.
The blood-forbidden mist shrouded the desperate monk, taking advantage of the situation, and screams spread everywhere.
Only the Baizhang area where Zhang Wenfeng was standing was clean, and the blood-forbidden mist bypassed his area and swept across it violently.
With Xuanyuan Sword in hand, all evil spirits dare not step forward.
He understood that the two old monsters used the method of massacre to not only kill the living people, but also to accumulate strength for the evil array, and then use the power of thunder to deal with him.
The paths we take are different, and our stances are different.
Since the two old monsters dared to commit the evil act of slaughtering the city, they were not worried about provoking punishment from heaven.
Zhang Wenfeng was distracted at the moment. He had been silently accumulating strength and preparing to draw his sword. He put his left hand in his sleeve and held the exquisite wooden tower. The sky-reaching wooden bead at the core of the tower slowly rotated, and the scriptures vaguely emerged.
Hearing the screams coming one after another, he looked indifferent.
In about a quarter of an hour, the last few fourth-level monks fell to death in endless wails of pain, and the city fell into a deathly silence. Sheng Congxian used his ability as a formation master to easily slaughter an entire city of monks.
The mist was bright red, slowly surrounding and squeezing the trapped Zhang Guanzhu.
Wan Shangwu's questioning voice came from the air: "I don't know your surname yet, can you tell me?"
Zhang Wenfeng stood alone above the guest courtyard out of thin air, ignoring the old monster's questions. He was about to draw his sword around, trying to break through it with force, tearing apart the thick blood mist like a curtain, and setting up an array for You Lao below.
Fado buys time.
Regardless of whether it is the way of formation, the way of talismans, or the way of swordsmanship, the point behind the different paths leading to the same goal is the use of power.
He is in the initial stage of exploring the rules of heaven and earth, but he has also seen that they are much more advanced than when he was in the golden elixir realm.
The rune bone puppet always stood behind him, guarding him with a sword.
"Zhang Daoyou, you can come down now."
Hearing Mr. You's voice greeting, Zhang Wenfeng dodged without hesitation, landed on the eaves steps of the east wing, and walked straight into the room filled with black air. The rune bone puppet followed closely behind and closed the wooden door that had just been opened.
There was a sound of surprise in the air, and Sheng Congxian smiled and said, "It's a bit interesting."
Under his nose, Mengmei set up a small formation that he couldn't understand, forming a small independent space in the city. In a desperate situation, he encountered a master of the formation.