Chen Xuan also looked up at the sky. When he saw this, he couldn't help but be slightly surprised, but not as surprised as the Holy Lord of the Feather Talisman.
In one rupture after another void crack that broke like bubbles, a vast army of spiritual cultivators galloped out, looking forward to the point of being arrogant, arrogant and arrogant.
Behind these spiritual cultivators, countless giant bat-shaped monsters with scarlet hair as red as blood, with black sharp horns on their heads, and were as big as humans.
"It's a gargoyle!" One of the elders of Lingyun Sect said in surprise.
This is the first time Chen Xuan has seen such an ugly and terrifying monster, which is completely different from the beautiful spirit beasts with fairy aura in the spiritual realm.
More than 30,000 gargoyles emerged from the crack of the void, and at the same time, they opened their mouths and sprayed out circles of sound waves that twisted the space, covering the formation of the Golden Spirit Fortress.
Buzz, Buzz, Buzz!
A burst of dizzy, and a strange noise of nausea and dry retching came into everyone's ears in the fortress. The fortress formation could not be completely resisted.
"Ahhhhhh!"
The residents in the city hugged their heads and screamed, and were shocked by the sound waves and bleeding from their seven orifices. Some even died suddenly on the spot, which was very miserable.
Seeing this, Chen Xuan immediately stimulated his mental power to protect the residents of the True Spirit Clan in the entire Golden Spirit Fortress.
However, in this way, the sound wave attacks of more than 30,000 gargoyles were all endured by Chen Xuan alone, which put a lot of pressure on Chen Xuan.
"Thank you, fellow Taoist Evil Emperor, for your help!" Feng Ling, who was knocked away, flew back again, with gratitude in her tone.
He looked into the sky, his eyes full of anger.
"Fellow Feng Ling General, what are these spiritual races with similar breaths to yours? Why attack your Golden Spirit Fortress?" Even though the Holy Lord of Yufu is knowledgeable and experienced, he cannot recognize these mysterious spiritual cultivators.
Origin.
Feng Ling will snort coldly, full of anger: "It's the Dark Spirit Clan of Gulan Continent, and I don't know why they suddenly crossed the continent and came to attack our fortress!"
"Come from Gulan Continent? No, if we cross the continent, we will not be able to sense the fluctuations of the void and so many alien auras." Behind the Saint of Feather Funeral, an elder of Lingyun Sect said in surprise.
Feng Ling frowned: "This is the weirdest place. When did the Dark Spirit clan control the super-large secret method of void movement?"
"What is the Dark Spirit Clan?" Chen Xuan asked with a little curiosity.
"The Gulan Continent is different from our Qingxuan Continent. Ancient creatures are rampant, and that continent has condensed dark attribute spiritual energy all year round, so it has derived a powerful group that is completely different from our true spirit race, which is the so-called dark spirit race, our true spirit race.
Cultivate various true spirit powers to the extreme, while the Dark Spirit Clan only cultivates one type of dark power. They are born evil and cruel, and are the most unprovoked existences in the entire Gulan Continent."
Feng Ling finished explaining, and Chen Xuan showed a hint of sudden enlightenment.
Isn’t the Dark Spirit Clan similar to the Burial Immortal’s Power?
However, there are many holy emperors in this universe, and the Dark Spirit Clan cannot destroy the world like the burial immortal.
But since the Dark Spirit Clan dares to cross the continent to invade the territory of the True Spirit Clan, it means that the Dark Spirit Clan is likely to grow to a level far stronger than the True Spirit Clan.
While the few people were talking, tens of thousands of gargoyles gathered in the sky, a man with a strange shape, thin and dry shape, and a pair of black giant wings on his back.
The black-winged man's face was cold and his eyes were filled with dark light. The huge black flesh wings behind him were three times larger than the man's body, and his whole body exuded an extremely powerful aura.
There is no doubt that this person is the king of the Gargoyle clan.
Gargoyles live in the dark underground all year round, and can condense the purest dark spiritual power without practicing. Therefore, they reproduce very quickly, and move thousands of them appear.
However, it is not that easy to reproduce the spirit race, which is easy to give birth to the Supreme King.
Legend has it that the gargoyle tribe can only be born every ten complete epochs of a king of the 14th level of the holy level, and the original power of this king must be condensed from the blood sacrifice of more than 10 million high-level gargoyle ghosts.
Therefore, once the gargoyle king appears, its power will inevitably be at the level of destroying the world, far exceeding that of the true spirits of the same level.
Behind the gargoyle king in the sky, many human-shaped dark spirit monks escaped from the ripples of the void, all of which were at the thirteenth level of the holy level.
Feng Ling will ask angrily: "Gargoyle King, our true spirit clan is separated from your dark spirit clan by endless oceans. For twenty-one eras, the well water has not violated the river water. Why did you lead the crowd to invade our spiritual realm today? You also killed it.
Many residents in the Golden Spirit Fortress?”
"What reason do you need to lead your tribe members to conquer the world?"
The Gargoyle King's tone was arrogant and arrogant, and he did not take Feng Ling of the same level seriously at all.
"You dare to invade our spiritual realm, aren't you afraid that our true spirit king will destroy you in one fell swoop?"
Feng Ling will believe that the True Spirit King has sensed the invasion of the Gargoyle Clan at this moment.
When the Gargoyle King heard this, he couldn't help but sneer: "I am looking for your true spirit king this time! Let that old man get out, I will not kill him, but I want him to do something for me."
"With your strength, you are not worthy of seeing our true spirit king!"
As soon as Feng Ling finished speaking, he flew up the sky with his staff in his hand, summoning a series of violent storm pillars to attack tens of thousands of gargoyles.
The Gargoyle King looked calm. He did not speak, but he emitted circles of powerful and strange sound waves from his throat, buzzing and shaking the world, and actually shaking dozens of wind pillars.