The solemn monk tried his best to suppress the curses that came out of his mouth. His eyes were as wide as copper bells, and he wanted to eat those guys in the Sand Demon Cave alive.
"Don't talk nonsense." Monk Konglun frowned slightly, and there was silence in front of the army for a while.
At this time, a ruthless voice came from the top of the Sand Demon Cave city.
"Hey... why are those bald donkeys who hide their heads and tails exposed and come to trouble your grandpa again? Do you want him to loosen your bones?"
When the solemn monk heard this, he immediately said, "How dare you, senior brother, I'll go back and teach that beast a lesson!"
Monk Kong Lun said again, "Be careful and don't be reckless."
At this time, the sword-carrying old man with the immortal spirit stepped forward and said, "Master Immortal, let us follow Immortal Master Jianqing. Destroying the Sand Demon Cave will also bring blessings to hundreds of millions of living beings."
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Monk Konglun heard the words, but did not express his position.
Another pure-faced monk came forward and saluted, "Brother, the rules and regulations no longer have any meaning to them. Since the last time we came here, the blood here has been nearly ten times richer. Apparently, they have massacred again."
Countless people."
"If we don't punish him, I'm afraid this whole world will fall into a bloody disaster."
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"What are those old bald donkeys talking about? Why don't they take action!" An ugly and ferocious top cultivator said impatiently on the city wall of Sand Demon Cave.
Cui Jing glared at him, and then said in a deep voice, "Everyone, please be silent and be prepared!"
"This time, whoever cuts off the head of a bald donkey will be rewarded with blood from all directions!"
As soon as these words came out, the city wall suddenly became agitated again, and all the top cultivators had their eyes widened, and they were already a little impatient.
"What's going on? It seems they are really going to fight." Several figures quietly squeezed onto the city wall.
Chen Qing put his hand on his forehead and stared at the killing army in the distance with wide eyes.
Jian Wushuang did not speak, but looked through the light red haze at the few monks standing in front of the army.
All things have two opposite sides, life versus death, emptiness versus abundance.
The resentment and blood energy of the creatures in the Sand Demon Cave are so strong that they cannot be resolved, so there will inevitably be an opposite side to it.
Could it be that these monks represent the other side of the extreme?
Perhaps, this is an opportunity to unravel the inexplicable cause and effect on them.
The light in Jian Wu's eyes flashed away. He was waiting and taking advantage of the situation.
In the Sand Demon Cave City, the evil top cultivators that covered the sky flew up. It seemed that they were about to be unable to suppress the riot, and rushed out of the city, tearing apart the assembled armies.
Cui Jing was also a little impatient and kept hitting the ground with the eight-foot stick in his hand.
At this moment, the few monks who were standing in front of the black army suddenly came out of the air.
"Sir Cui Jing, please listen to the old man's instructions."
The solemn Monk Jianqing suppressed the discomfort in his heart and spoke loudly against his will.
Cui Jing, who was far away on the city wall, heard this and smiled ferociously.
"Shan your mother, brothers, all rush forward and tear them apart!"
After receiving the order, a wave of bloodthirsty excitement surged into the sky.
"No, the fight was so hasty?!" Jian Wushuang and others couldn't believe it.
Cui Jing is simply a mad dog...
The black top cultivator that covered the sky and sun seemed to have broken through the restraints, like blood-drinking wolves, rushing out of the Sand Demon Cave City.
Like the dark Milky Way rolling backwards, when the few monks who came here to give useless instructions saw this, their expressions froze, and then they clasped their hands together in a still posture.
Thousands of precious lights came and dispersed the corrosive blood energy.
Monk Jianqing, on the other hand, was almost filled with rage, and his mindless sentence of "please be kind to your mother" almost instantly ignited his fiery temper.
"What an evil beast, this poor monk will definitely destroy you both physically and mentally today!" Jian Qing stepped on the flowing clouds and climbed straight up, and the tooth-white gown on his body was blown by the strong wind.
"Junior brothers, help me!"
A total of four rays of light poured out from the palms of the four monks behind Jianqing, merged into a rainbow bridge, and led away.
Jian Qing Bao Xiang was strict, he put his palms together, faced the dark Milky Way, and recited the magic formula!
"Everything is infinite, and it is formless and majestic!"
On a huge rainbow bridge, as the heaven and earth trembled, a majestic white dragon with four corners emerged.
Under the white dragon, Jianqing took on the form of a furious-eyed Vajra, blasting out magic spells from his hand.
The world was trembling, and the majestic white dragon opened its huge mouth, carrying the general trend of the world, and faced thousands of top cultivators.
The two collided and erupted with an unparalleled giant light.
At this moment, the earth was torn apart, the wild sand fell silent, and poured into the center of the earth.
The dark Milky Way was violently shattered by the illustrious White Dragon Treasure.
Countless ferocious cultivators fell from the sky, already seriously injured and dying.
Similarly, the White Dragon Treasure was also shattered. The ashen-faced Monk Jianqing showed no fear. Holding a black iron Zen staff, he rushed into the Sand Demon Cave camp without stopping and started to suppress it.
The army assembled by eighty-seven sects could no longer hold back at this moment.
The old man with the immortal spirit suddenly pulled out his real sword and pointed it straight at the sky, "Destroy the Sand Devil's Cave and open up a path of cultivation for our descendants!"
The lingering sound stirred the sky. At this moment, eighty-seven sects and more than 16,000 cultivators were engaged in a bloody battle against the Sand Demon Cave!
Black and white collided, and a brutal fight broke out.
The long wind howls mournfully, and Ding Xiu is constantly dying and then falling.
They are all the most amazing geniuses in each sect in this vast and boundless world, and have the brightest path to practice.
But in the battle with the Sand Demon Cave, he was destroyed and died one after another.
And within the realm of the Sand Demon Cave, the strength of the top cultivators gathered was more or less affected in different ways.
Casualties appeared at a speed visible to the naked eye. Countless geniuses died, and the broken corpses of gods fell to the ground like rain.
On the city wall at this moment, Jian Wushuang's expression became a little solemn.
When the melee broke out, the dozen monks were already at the forefront, fighting with the top cultivators of the Sand Demon Cave.
Jian Wushuang had no choice but to get close to them.
Even if his strength is restored to its peak and he resolutely breaks into this melee, he will be seriously injured if he is not careful, let alone the current state where he is unable to freely control the Yanli.
"Is there no other way?" Jian Wushuang remained silent, while quickly thinking in his heart about how to get closer.
The strength of these monks is not outstanding. They are all in the realm of immortals. Naturally, they did not lose at all in this melee. Ordinary top cultivators cannot get close at all.
Under their leadership, although the assembled sects were seriously injured, they showed a flat push and pushed towards the city wall bit by bit.