Among the human monks fighting against the demons, there were many familiar figures.
Tang Hangyu of Yuxuzong, Shui Panyan, Xi Qinghua, and Zhao Peng of Qingyang City.
He Lang and Ju Hu from the Jinyang Sect, Feng Wanhe and Shi Lu from the Xumi Sect, Shui Panying from the Biyun Sect, Shui Xiao and Chang Xuan from the Biyun Sect.
Qianliang, Changyu, Lei Huo, Lu Muge, Yi Shiliu of Qianfu Sect...
The business sisters from White Tiger Academy, Sheng Jiao and Sheng Yi from the Sheng family, Lin Xianyi from the Lin family, and four from the Wen family were also involved.
These days, Gu Miao has worked hard to practice the Wen family's exercises, and her cultivation has improved a lot.
When Yun Yanchu was killing the demons, he saw two figures from the corner of his eye that he had never thought would appear here.
Ling Hanyun and Wei Chengan.
The two of them held swords in their hands and made a killing in the demon army.
After the fall of Qingyu, Yun Yanchu stopped paying attention to what was going on there.
I didn't expect the two of them to still be alive.
But that's not important.
Yun Yanchu's figure was walking among the army, his eyes flitting around, looking for the location of the four demon kings.
The operation of the five-party artifact to seal the demons is similar to the way Huarong used the retrospective mirror during the blood sacrifice of tens of thousands of people.
For sacrifices, those with advanced cultivation will be given priority.
Yun Yanchu's eyes were on the four demon kings of the demon clan from the beginning.
She wants to use the lives of the four of them to completely seal the demon world.
Yuchi'an and others didn't know Yun Yanchu's purpose. They attacked Qianming for several days. They were not unaware that monks appeared behind the army.
But for them, the most important thing is to break through Qianming and kill the reincarnation of the demon soul.
How the human monks resisted, and how the demon army suffered casualties had nothing to do with them.
The seal laid by Bai Kechen is gradually on the verge of collapse.
Not far from the seal, three of the four demon kings stood together.
Ni Yin looked at the seal excitedly, as if he had already seen the scene of Lou Qi's destruction of heaven and earth after his death.
Yu Chi'an and Wei Shi were behind her, not as excited as she was.
The roar of war kept ringing in his ears, Xie Shi put his hands on his legs, and there was a deep worry in his eyes.
Yuchi'an put one hand behind his back and looked into the distance, his mind not here.
Listening to the screams coming from nearby, Wei Shi tightened his hands and suddenly called out softly, "Brother."
Yuchi'an turned around when he heard his voice, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong?"
Wei Shi raised his head and opened his mouth, but stopped talking.
"Say." Yuchi'an saw his concerns.
"I always feel... things are not that simple." Wei Shi said hesitantly, with worry flashing in his eyes.
He didn't want to say such disappointing words at such an important moment.
But I couldn't bear the worry in my heart.
Yuchi'an narrowed his eyes after hearing this, nodded slightly and hummed.
"Brother, do you think so too?" Wei Shi frowned slightly when he saw him like this.
Yu Chi'an pondered for a moment, then put his hand on the back of Shi Shi's wheelchair, "We have no way out no matter what, don't think too much."
Hearing this, Wei Shi lowered his eyes and murmured in a low voice: "Jin Jiao just ran to take revenge. I don't know how long I can hold her back."
Yuchi'an did not respond to him, but cast his gaze into the distance.
If they can really delay it, why should they worry?
In fact, he knew better than anyone that with Yun Yanchu here, things would not be that simple.
…
In the battlefield, Yun Yanchu had just cut a bloody path and walked forward when he suddenly felt a strong force coming from behind.
Her eyes flashed, and she dodged to avoid the attack, causing dust to fly.
A large crater was opened on the ground, which was burnt brown.
Yun Yanchu turned around and saw clearly the figure sneaking up on him.
Jin Jiao.
Jin Yangzong's defeated general a few months ago was now looking at him with a smile.
Jin Jiao's whole body exuded a powerful aura, which was hundreds of times stronger than a few months ago.
This is the real Jin Jiao, the essence rather than the distraction.
There are many souls lingering around him. On this battlefield, the dead humans and demons are his nourishment.
And he absorbed them into his body without any scruples.
"Yun Yanchu, I have been waiting for this day for a long time." Jin Jiao's blood-colored eyes were locked on Yun Yanchu's figure, and demonic energy surged in his palms.
Yun Yanchu turned his wrist slightly, shook off the blood on the sword, raised his lips and asked: "Are you waiting to die in my hands again?"
Jin Jiao was not annoyed at all, but smiled, "To be so arrogant in front of the demon clan, I should have thought that you are from the Shiyue clan."
Hearing the word Shiyue Clan, a dark light flashed across Yun Yanchu's eyes.
There was a joking smile in Jin Jiao's eyes, and the aura around him became more and more violent.
Suddenly, Yun Yanchu suddenly felt a familiar aura from him.
Jin Jiao seemed to have seen through Yun Yanchu, and raised his palm, "Do you feel it? Your people have very pure blood, but it is a pity that they have not inherited it..."
"Did you absorb her soul?" Yun Yanchu raised his eyebrows.
"Yeah, I didn't expect that besides you, the Shiyue Clan, there is a second one in this lower realm."
Jin Jiao showed a nasty smile, but he couldn't see any anger on Yun Yanchu's face that a tribesman should feel when his soul was sucked away.
The corner of Yun Yanchu's mouth twitched slightly, and his soul was torn into pieces, and there would be no next life.
She didn't deal with that person so cruelly, but Jin Jiao took advantage of him.
Yun Yanchu didn't want to listen to his nonsense anymore and said bluntly: "Is there anything else you want to say? I wouldn't be able to send you to the West without me."
Jin Jiao didn't know that the man was killed by Yun Yanchu, so naturally she wouldn't be angry because that man would never have another life.
Listening to Yun Yanchu's words, the smile at the corner of his mouth gradually stiffened.
Seeing that he was silent, Yun Yanchu stopped talking nonsense.
As he stepped forward, a fierce sword intent erupted from his body. The sword moved and struck directly at Jin Jiao.
Jin Jiao's eyes changed, and a majestic force instantly gathered into claws.
There were strands of strange purple-red light at the tip of the claws, and it grabbed at Yun Yanchu at an astonishing speed.
"boom!"
Yun Yanchu slashed down with his sword, and the two forces collided with each other, making a loud explosion.
She tiptoed to the ground, her body shot out like a point, and the long sword in her hand cut through the void and went straight for Jin Jiao's head.
Jin Jiao's eyes flashed, and a black mist condensed on his palm, covering Yun Yanchu's head.
Yun Yanchu paused with his sword, turned his wrist, and twirled the blade, directly cutting away the black mist.
Jin Jiao's pupils tightened, and his eyes looked gloomy when he looked at Yun Yanchu.
But after not seeing each other for several months, he actually felt that Yun Yanchu was stronger than before.
If it weren't for the suppression of heaven from the lower realm, her strength would definitely be far greater than this.
Perhaps only the Demon Lord can contend with such a person.
Thinking of this, Jin Jiao wanted to switch from offense to defense, but how could Yun Yanchu give him this opportunity.
The Apocalypse Sword in his hand cut through the sky, with a dazzling light, and struck Jin Jiao with the force of thunder.
Feeling the power of Yun Yanchu's move, Jin Jiao narrowed his pupils slightly, moved his fingers slightly, and the surrounding black mist quickly condensed into a black sword.
"boom……"
The black giant sword and the long sword collided in mid-air, and the powerful energy swept out like a storm, surging everywhere, setting off waves of waves, causing the surrounding vegetation to break.
Where the two men fought, the originally lush trees were instantly chopped to pieces.
Suddenly, dust was flying all over the sky, and countless monks were forced back by this force.
When the dust dispersed, the Tianqi Sword in Yun Yanchu's hand sank into Jin Jiao's neck.
His eyes widened, and the demonic energy overflowed from the wound, so strong that it almost enveloped the two of them.
Yun Yanchu looked at him indifferently, but saw his lips move, and he said almost silently: "Yun Yanchu, bury him with me..." This chapter has been completed!