After the previous battle, more than half of the Yuan Spirit Power in Shen Lang's body had been consumed. ↘ After all, he was only a cultivator in the early stage of Nirvana, and the spiritual power reserves in the dantian were not very sufficient.

Shen Lang walked through while holding the Five Elements Spirit Crystal in his hand and slowly recovered.

"Smack!"

Several flares suddenly flew out of the air on the western side.

Shen Lang was shocked, and immediately rushed towards the west of the foot of the mountain at full speed.

On the edge of a swamp on the west side of the mountain, fierce fighting is underway.

Hundreds of disciples of the Chongxiao Hall encountered the hundreds of monks of the Demon Gathering Village, and the sound of spiritual weapons and spells colliding resounded in all directions, and the scene was a mess, mixed with corpse bloodstains.

This group of Chongxiao Palace's teams was not as lucky as Cheng Luo, because compared with the enemy, the difference in strength was too great, and the battle situation was almost one-sided.

Although the number of monks who came to this group of demon gathering villages was small, there were five monks in the foundation building period, and one of the leaders even had a cultivation in the late stage of foundation building!

On the side of Chongxiao Palace, there were only four foundation building period monks, and the highest cultivation was the one who was Elder He in the middle stage of foundation building.

Encountering a surprise attack by the other side, the battle situation was almost a one-sided slaughter.

"The disciples of the Demon Gathering Village listen to the order and kill all these wild miscellaneous pieces!" shouted an old man with a pockmarked face at the head of the Demon Gathering Village.

"Yes!"

A large number of black-robed Demon Gathering Village disciples threw out their spiritual weapons one after another, attacking the group of monks in the Chongxiao Palace.

Each of these hundred Demon Gathering Village disciples has a spiritual weapon, which is well-equipped, and their strength greatly surpasses that of the disciples of Chongxiao Palace.

The disciples of Chongxiao Hall were instantly caught off guard, and immediately cast a spell, forming a simple circular defensive formation, and joining forces to gather the disciples of the Demon Zhuang to attack.

Elder He activated the magic weapon of the golden bowl and resisted the attacks of the two Demon Gathering Village elders.

He had already sent out a flare, and had planned to delay the group of monks and wait for reinforcements to arrive.

However, before he could hit twice, he saw the monk with a pockmarked face throw out a pitch-black magic blade magic weapon, and the magic blade glowed with a black light, directly penetrating the chest of an elder of the Chongxiao Palace.

"No, Elder Wang!" Elder He shouted, his eyes widened.

The Elder Wang twitched his limbs twice, and he was killed instantly, and his body fell to the ground in the swamp quagmire.

An elder from the same sect was killed so easily, and Elder He's scalp was numb.

The battle situation was also one-sided, and in the blink of an eye, seven or eight elite disciples died tragically.

The combat power of the two sides is really not at the same level, and if you continue to fight like this, you will not have half a burnt of incense, and everyone on your side will be annihilated!

Elder He's eyes were split, and he shouted, "All the disciples of the Chongxiao Hall obey the order, there is no need to fight, run away!"

As soon as they heard this, a large number of Chongxiao Hall disciples ran away, and the defensive formation was instantly disrupted.

A group of late-stage cultivators of the Demon Gathering Village Qi Refining rushed in and slaughtered the disciples of the Xiao Hall frantically.

"Senior sister, let's run!" Su Haoyun in the battle situation looked flustered, propping up an ice wall to resist the attacks of several Demon Gathering Village monks.

"Master told us that we can't be greedy for life and afraid of death!" Xiao Ling'er beside her snorted, trying her best to cast an ice spell, two huge ice spears pierced through the chests of the two black-robed monks, and the white skirts on their bodies were stained red with blood.

"Damn, if you're going to die, you still care about this, if you don't run, Lao Tzu will run away!" Su Haoyun's face turned pale. Although he didn't want Xiao Ling'er to die, he cared more about his own life.

After roaring, Su Haoyun turned around and ran away, too lazy to care about Xiao Ling'er.

Several black-robed monks rushed up, and Xiao Ling'er used a defensive spell with difficulty, propping up a wall of ice, and struggling to resist.

Seeing the surrounding Chongxiao Hall disciples fleeing and scattering, Xiao Ling'er's pretty face turned pale, and she suddenly remembered Shen Lang's previous instructions in her mind, no matter what happened, saving her life was the most important thing.

Biting her teeth, Xiao Ling'er also pulled back and fled towards the mountains and forests outside the swamp.

Elder He and the other three Chongxiao Hall elders were still struggling to resist, others could escape, they couldn't escape if they wanted to.

"Hmph, a group of wild miscellaneous people, let Elder Ben come to send you back to the West!" the pockmarked monk led by the Demon Gathering Village sneered and sacrificed a large black flag.

This treasure is called the Black Wind Flag, which is a medium-grade magic weapon.

Brother Mazi clenched the flagpole with his arms and began to shake wildly, and a strange black wind suddenly blew around the swamp.

"Woohoo"

Giant skulls flew out of the black flag, blood glowed from the hollow eye sockets, and the sound of ghosts crying wolves came out, which couldn't help but make people feel creepy.

The disciples of Chongxiao Palace, who were still trapped in the battle situation, heard the whimper of the ghost head, and couldn't help but feel dizzy, as if their souls had been injured.

This group of Chongxiao Hall disciples was instantly powerless, and they were surrounded by a large number of Demon Gathering Village cultivators, slaughtered cleanly, and blood flowed like rivers all around.

Three Foundation Building Period elders were also affected.

Brother Mazi continued to shake the Black Wind Banner, and several giant skeleton heads attacked Elder He and the others.

In an instant, two elders were devoured by the skull, and even one of them was bitten in half.

Only Elder He urged the golden bowl and released the golden light, which barely resisted the attack of the two skeletons. However, he was still invincible with two fists and four hands, and was finally incinerated to death by the demonic flames spewed out by many skulls.

Brother Mazi put away the Black Wind Flag, and his old face showed a smug sneer: "Wild waste, it's really vulnerable!"

"Elder Jin, there are more than a dozen fish that have escaped from the net, should we chase them?" a black-robed early stage monk next to him hugged his fists and asked.

"A group of small miscellaneous fish in the Qi refining period don't need to chase them, the main purpose of our trip is to kill the foundation building period monks of Chongxiao Hall and Cold Moon Palace. Hurry up and collect the loot and prepare for the next attack. Brother Mazi said coldly.

"Yes!"

Several elders behind him immediately responded with their fists clenched.

Just as these Demon Gathering Village monks were collecting the trophies of the corpses, a white-robed young man suddenly rushed out of the bushes in the distance.

"Huh?" Brother Mazi was stunned for a moment, someone actually found their heads single-handedly, isn't this looking for death?

The white-robed young man was none other than Shen Lang.

Looking at the tragic situation of the river of blood in front of him, Shen Lang's face turned slightly pale, this team of disciples of the Chongxiao Hall was completely wiped out!

Shen Lang didn't bother to care about other people's lives and deaths, his eyes were like electricity, his divine sense searched the corpse, and his heart suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Xiao Ling'er is not among them.

"Boy, who are you?" the two elders of the Demon Gathering Village walked out and pointed at Shen Lang and shouted.

Shen Lang's eyes shrank, and he said coldly: "Elder Chongxiao Palace." ”

"Hmph, the miscellaneous pieces that don't measure up to themselves, give the elders to die!"

Brother Mazi snorted coldly in disdain, and threw out a one-foot-long magic blade in his hand.

"Whew!"

A black light flashed on the surface of the demon blade, and it struck towards Shen Lang like lightning.