The battle under the dark sea of the Demon Realm Abyss was in full swing. Two million demonic troops and millions of monsters were fighting madly. Half of the dark sea was filled with chaos, and the whole place was boiling.
Although the losses of each sect were huge, from a certain perspective, the demonic army still achieved a great victory. After all, humans are not Warcraft. Warcraft does not have good scheduling and many strategies, and was guided by the Demonic army, forming a pattern of using more to defeat fewer.
, surrounding areas to call for help, etc. are commonplace.
The next day, Ye Mo was summoned to a flying battleship and gathered with the rest of the team. At the same time, he was given thirteenth-level magic talismans, great magical weapons and other means.
In the hands of a sixth-level Nascent Soul demon cultivator.
Afterwards, Ye Mo and his party set off with an army of nearly ten thousand demon cultivators. Halfway through the journey, a group of fifteen people left the army and walked alone in the dark sea.
But this army of nearly 10,000 demon cultivators that set out from the headquarters stirred up the war in the Dark Sea even more thoroughly, making the fighting in the entire Dark Sea almost intense.
However, although the battle with the Warcraft was fierce, if someone could overlook the battle situation in the Dark Sea from the Demon Realm Abyss, they could easily find that the battle situation seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand, with changes visible to the naked eye, resulting in a situation that was seriously out of control.
This kind of loss of control is not the loss of control on the battlefield, but the loss of control of the distribution of the power of Warcraft. On the distribution map of the fifty war zones at the top of the Demonic Way, the power of Warcraft has been severely tilted. It is guided by the army of Demonic Cultivators to lean in one direction, while the other
The direction, or in other words, a certain road, becomes extremely smooth!
Ye Mo and others were flying cautiously on this road at the moment, carefully and vigilantly paying attention to the movements within a thousand miles, while absentmindedly controlling the magic weapon to fly quickly.
The atmosphere in the team was a bit dull, and there was a bit of eerie silence. The group of people were like ghosts, flying forward silently.
Ye Mo saw that these demon cultivators were in a strange state. He didn't know what was going on, but he was not familiar with these demon cultivators, so he didn't know much about them.
What's more, the dark sea is not very safe. Although most of the monsters are attracted away, there are always some exceptions. Moreover, there are many immovable plant spirits in the dark sea, which are very difficult to deal with. How can Ye Mo care about these things?
What's on the devil's mind?
Among the group of people, Ye Mo's cultivation level is at the fourth level of Nascent Soul, and he is one of the bottom seven people in the team.
In addition, there are six people who have cultivated to the fifth level of Yuanying, and two people who have cultivated to the sixth level of Yuanying.
Such a small team, not only being thrown into a group of Warcraft, but also being thrown into the bottom of this dark sea, is nothing. Because with the planning and help of the high-level demon cultivators, there will be no Warcraft lords. But even so, there are so many lone Warcraft and monsters.
The plant monsters are enough to give the team a huge headache.
One war zone, two war zones, three war zones...
After passing through five war zones in a row, the team finally made a major mistake. A group of fifteen people mistakenly entered a swamp area with a radius of thousands of miles. As a result, they were heavily surrounded by a group of blood leech monsters under the swamp. The blood leech monsters were as big as a palm and as thick as an arm.
Mana shield for everyone.
The blood leech beast is most afraid of spiritual fire. Unfortunately, this is the dark sea, and all fire spells cannot be cast. Everyone can only use magic weapons to crush, kill, and rush left and right, and then fight out with difficulty.
I looked back at the strange swamp on the dark sea floor, which was already covered by large swaths of blood mist. The screams of the blood leech monsters were transmitted through the sea water, making everyone's scalp numb and they fled quickly.
After galloping thousands of miles away and arriving at the top of a mountain, everyone put away their magical weapons and dropped them.
"Why am I so unlucky to be assigned such a job? This is not about getting any benefits, it is clearly a life-threatening job. I have finally cultivated to Nascent Soul, but I don't want to end up ruining my life like this. Who cares about the strange beasts of the abyss?
Look for it, I won’t go anyway.”
The Demon Cultivator of Xue Po Sect had a lingering fear on his face, he cursed angrily, and even wanted to give up his job.
Everyone could not help but be speechless. No one expected that after passing through five war zones, some people were already threatening to give up and run away.
However, everyone understands the mood of this demon cultivator. After all, they are not the proud ones like Tantai Bupo. Even with the cooperation and help of the various sects of the Southern Demon, the lone demon beasts on the road are enough for them to drink.
Not to mention that after finding the strange beast of the abyss, there are huge variables, and it is very likely to cost one's life. No one's life is wasted, and no one's cultivation is in vain.
Therefore, this Demon Cultivator from the Snow Soul Sect stepped half-foot into the Ghost Gate? After exiting, he immediately chose to give up. Even if he would be severely punished by the sect for this, he would not risk his life.
"You have to think carefully. We all have secret marks on our bodies. If we fail to complete the task and the mark is detonated, the Nascent Soul will be annihilated and reincarnation will be impossible..."
The demon cultivator from the Sword Demon Palace frowned and said dissatisfiedly. He was one of the only sixth-level Nascent Soul monks in the team. Anyone who mastered a magic talisman should be afraid of him.
The Demonic Cultivator of Xue Po Sect sneered and interrupted: "Yes, there is a secret mark. They hold our lives in their hands, so what? If you go, you will die, if you don't go, you will die. Why should I go? On the contrary
What will be the consequences if they and we fail to complete their mission?"
"Don't you pay too much attention to the various sects? The sect trained you to threaten the sect at a moment like this? Coward!"
The Demonic Cultivator from the Sword Demon Palace obviously disliked the Demonic Cultivator from the Xuepo Sect, and his frown deepened.
"Yes, I am a coward. I cultivate immortality for the sake of eternal life and wealth, not to sacrifice my life for them. It doesn't matter whether I am selfish or shameless. Only when I am alive can I care about these things. If my life is gone, I still value it.
These?"
"The sect treats me well and trains me, so I treat it as a sect and treat me like a dog. Then don't blame me for looking at it like a dog. With our qualifications, you can tell yourselves, who has been trained by the sect
How much care do you need? How many resources can we get? Even if you give me good food and drinks, high-grade spiritual stones, and top-notch beauties one month, no, ten days in advance, I will only have to do it and save my life.
"
"But what did they do? They summoned me here, made an empty promise that I don't know whether it can be fulfilled, and then took my life away. Why?"
"I have to advise you, why do you have to work so hard for this kind of life-threatening job? If you don't go, they may not necessarily detonate it. Even if it detonates, it will be no different from going there. We will not lose; if we go, there are ten people there.
The army of ten thousand ghosts and even the ghost saints also
There are strange beasts from the abyss that are dead or not, but for us guys, what’s the use of just a magical talisman and a magical cannon? It must be to exchange our lives for a mission, and then what can we get?
Besides, it’s not certain whether we can complete the task.”
The Demon Cultivator of the Xue Po Sect sat down on the ground, opened the magic shield, and then took out the spiritual wine, spiritual fruit, and delicacies from the storage bag, and started eating and drinking.
Even Ye Mo couldn't help but admire this man's eloquence. His words were straightforward and pointed directly at the hearts of the demon cultivators. He even looked like a rogue. If he just won't leave, what can you do to him?
The most important thing is that what he said makes sense. Who doesn’t cultivate immortality for the sake of immortality and wealth? They are just ordinary monks. Why do they have to do these tasks that should not be done by people like them? It is obvious that they are sending
They go to die.
These people are already at the bottom of the sect. The sect has not given them any benefits. Who would be willing to ask these people to sacrifice their lives in just one sentence? As for fear of death, shame, etc.? It is indeed as he said, only when you are alive can you have the right to care.
, everything is empty talk.
"Nonsense! Shameless person! The Xue Po Sect can really raise anyone, but it actually raised something like you!"
The demon cultivator from the Sword Demon Palace had an ugly expression on his face and scolded him sternly, but the others remained silent.
However, the Demon Cultivator of the Xue Po Sect was neither sullen nor angry, and said with a smile: "Go ahead and scold me. I will continue to scold you. I know that your Sword Demon Palace is equivalent to half a family, and even the lowest disciples are also disciples of the family. They have their own
A sense of family belonging.”
His smile made the Sword Demon Palace Demon Cultivator feel as if he was being choked. Knowing that no matter how much he scolded him, it was useless, he snorted heavily and was too lazy to say anything more.
At this time, another monk from the Demon Buddha Sect of the sixth level of Nascent Soul spoke. He first bowed and recited the Buddha's name, and then said: "The donor's resentment is too deep. If the poor monk did not guess wrong, the donor's thoughts seem to be
I want to enjoy some more days, but what if the poor monk kills the donor now? Isn’t the donor going yet?"
As the most important two people in the team, these two people have naturally gone through strict examinations, and there will not be much problem with their character. The demon cultivator from the Sword Demon Palace had no choice, so the monk from the Demon Buddha Sect stepped forward.
Everyone can see that after what the monk of the Demon Buddha Sect said, the demon cultivator of the Xue Po Sect who was still feasting obviously paused for a moment. He was silent for a moment, slowly put down the delicious food and spiritual wine, and closed his eyes.
He said: "If you want to kill, just kill."
Silence! Deathly silence!
Threats of death didn't work. This was something that neither the Demon Buddha Sect monk nor anyone else expected. The Demon Buddha Sect monk also frowned and said, "Is the donor so unwilling to perform the task?"
You can't kill easily, but you can't open the head either.
"Don't want to kill me? Then I will continue eating. You can go and let me fend for myself here."
The Demonic Cultivator of the Xue Po Sect chuckled and let everyone look at each other, eating and drinking.
Everyone really has no choice. This Demonic Cultivator of the Xuepo Sect is just a rogue. It is useless to say anything. What else can you say?
After a long silence, the demon cultivator from the Sword Demon Palace and the monk from the Demon Buddha Sect looked at each other, with a hint of murderous intention in their eyes: If you can't persuade them, then kill them. This head must not be opened, otherwise no one will go.
At this moment, the Demonic Cultivator of the Xue Po Sect stopped eating Haisai and suddenly said: "I thought about it and suddenly thought of a question... In such a situation, what is the difference between going alone and going with a group of people?"
Everyone's expressions froze slightly, and the eyes of the Demon Cultivator from the Sword Demon Palace shone brightly as he said, "What do you mean?"
"It's okay. If there is no difference between a group of people going there and one person going there, then why do a group of people go to die? Just let one person go. If things are successful, everyone will have credit. Although the means are poor, it doesn't matter. The truth is victory.
Written by someone else.”
"If things don't work out, there is no difference between going alone or with a group of people. We have no regrets. If we die, we will die, or we may be forgiven by the sect and maybe get a glimmer of life. After all, survival is the instinct of any living thing.
Moreover, the law does not punish everyone."
The Demonic Cultivator of the Snow Soul Sect sneered and said with a cruel smile.
As soon as these words came out, everyone's defenses were completely shattered. Even the demon cultivators from the Sword Demon Palace and the monks from the Demon Buddha Sect flashed their eyes.
The horror of the hundred thousand ghost army, ghost saints, etc. made everyone couldn't help but agree with the words of the Xue Po Sect Demon Cultivator. In the face of such terrifying power, there is really no difference between a person and a group of people.
However, the law does not hold everyone accountable...
Everyone sneered in their hearts. If this sentence is useful in normal times, what use would it be if it were used on a dozen ordinary demon cultivators like themselves on such a major matter that concerns the sect and even the Southern Demon Continent?
I'm afraid each sect would like to skin their own people alive and use their souls to light sky lanterns.
However, even so, everyone did not say much, lowered their eyebrows and lowered their eyes, and did not reveal this layer, because no one wanted to die, even though they might only be able to survive for a short period of time.
For a moment, everyone's eyes turned to the others. Some were as if nothing had happened, and some were fierce and aggressive. They were all trying to figure out other people's ideas. In matters of life and death, it was naturally best to die as a teammate rather than as a poor person.