The demons didn't care about the powerful attacks of Lu Pingjun and Lou Ran and others, and let out a burst of strange screams and swarmed in, and soon formed a solid defense line around the two remaining demon kings, surrounding the two demon kings in the middle. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In this process, although at least more than 30,000 demons were killed on the spot by the angry monks and smashed to pieces, in any case, the fate of the two demon kings was saved, and the demons did not collapse in the end, and as more and more demons poured over, 100,000, 500,000, one after another powerful protective formations were re-established, and the battlefield situation finally gradually stalemate.

Then, something surprising happened.

The two demon kings who were hiding under heavy protection, after taking a few breaths, suddenly burst out and killed the demon generals and demon marshals beside them!

In a series of loud bangs, hundreds of demons were shattered, their bodies turned into black blood mist, and pitch-black demonic energy floated around. The two demon kings opened their bloody mouths, like a long whale sucking water, and swallowed all these flesh and blood demon qi into their stomachs.

Again and again, wave after wave, in less than a stick of incense, more than 10,000 demons have been killed and devoured.

There was a strange loud noise, and the demon king with a broken arm twisted all over, and the broken arm grew inch by inch. In a short time, a jet-black arm has been restored to its original state. And the demon king who was seriously injured finally calmed down, as if he had recovered from his serious injuries.

What made people gasp was that during the entire process, no matter how ferociously these two demon kings killed their companions, no matter how strangely they absorbed and devoured the demon qi and demon blood, the surrounding demon clans were completely indifferent, and they didn't even look at it.

"Demon exercises, it's really such an evil sect!" Lu Pingjun and Lou Ran looked at each other in shock.

What made them even more worried was that they all knew that this time they failed to seize the fleeting opportunity to kill all these demon kings, but let them ease up, then they would face an extremely unfavorable situation. But in any case, the current stalemate situation is a thousand times better than the previous almost completely passive beating. At the very least, they dealt a huge blow to the demons, dragging this army to the death in Mingjia Mountain.

Now, it depends on how long you can delay, and how the sect will deal with this huge change.

They only hoped that no matter what decision they made, the Sect Master and the elders would not delay it for too long......

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"Add a little more strength, before dark, arrive at Mingjia Mountain!"

Taishu Kang's expression is still so calm, and his tone is still so unhurried and impatient, but if someone looks closely at his eyes, they will find that those eyes are full of anxiety that cannot be concealed.

There was no way he could not be anxious. Just now, he got a report from the scout team sent out in the early stage, and the Hoututang led by Lu Pingjun was finally forced to retreat from the area of Lemachuan to Mingjia Mountain after two days of fierce fighting with the demon army. Under the frenzied attack of the demons and birdmen who have hidden in countless numbers, the loss of Hoututang is huge, and the phantom array laid in advance is close to failing, and the 400,000 surviving monks are fighting desperately with the demons, and the current situation is precarious.

This news made Uncle Kang surprised, delighted, heartbroken, and worried.

Surprised, because the number and attacks of demons and birdmen were so large and violent; Happy, it's because Lu Pingjun actually took Hoututang to drag the progress of the demon clan for so long, and he has not been broken through by the demon clan so far; The heartache is because there are nearly 100,000 disciples who have spilled their blood on the battlefield and their souls have returned to the sky; And the worry is because once Hoututang can't hold on, then he, Haotianmen, and even the entire immortal world will fall into a huge passivity.

Mingjia Mountain is already the last natural barrier that Haotianmen can rely on, and it is absolutely not allowed to be lost!

Taishu Kang couldn't be sure how long Lu Pingjun could support it. As soon as he thought of the overwhelming demons and birdmen, and the toughness and madness they showed when attacking the core mountain gate of the Sunset Peak Sect, Taishu Kang couldn't help but feel numb in his scalp, and he couldn't help but worry infinitely about Lu Pingjun's fate.

But Taishu Kang definitely didn't dare to hope that Lu Pingjun could do more. With only 500,000 people, they have been dead in front of the army of hundreds of millions of demons for more than two days, and if they change themselves, there is no guarantee that they can do better than Lu Pingjun.

And now, the news sent back by the scout just shows that his worries are right - Houtu Hall may completely collapse at any time, Mingjia Mountain may be lost at any time, and 400,000 disciples may be burned at any time. And if the situation really develops to a certain point, it is something that Tai Shukang does not want to see. That means that the demon clan will soon rush through the last barrier of the sect, fly faster than Tenglongbo, and directly attack the hinterland of the sect!

The only choice now is to do your best to rush to Mingjia Mountain before the complete collapse of Hoututang, save their lives, delay the pace of the demon attack, and then wait for the results on the eastern front, waiting for the rescue and changes promised by the old man of Nishan and promised by the descendant boy named Lei Dong. Maybe that's already my last hope, I just hope that it's not my wishful thinking, not my illusory last straw.

Taking a deep breath, Taishu Kang once again gave the order for the whole army to accelerate.

This time, the Mingfeng Pavilion led by him was the most elite force in the sect. The number of its disciples is not large, only 100,000 people, but each of them is the most loyal, the most talented, and the most potential for development in the sect, and the lowest cultivation is above the late stage of the Heavenly Immortals, among which there are nearly three hundred Golden Immortal masters, two Xuan Immortal powers, and the Pavilion Master Ancestor Qianqiu is a well-known master of the late Xuan Immortal stage in the immortal world.

In fact, this kind of power has far exceeded the sects of more than ninety percent of the immortal realm, and even most of the first-class sects can't make up so many masters, and only a sect like Haotianmen can have such a background.

For hundreds of millions of years, this force has been directly controlled by the sect master, guarding the sect, quelling rebellions, participating in sect wars, and making great achievements for the sect.

This time, Taishu Kang played the battle with the respect of the master of the sect and the handsome Mingfeng Pavilion, which seemed to many people to be a bit desperate.

"Faster, faster!" Uncle Tai Kang was silent on the surface, but he kept silently thinking in his heart. A very important reason why he took Mingfeng Pavilion all the way south was that as the most elite force in the sect with the most frequent battles and the most heavy responsibilities, these 100,000 disciples not only had high cultivation and strong combat effectiveness, but also were very familiar with the terrain of the fairy world, and at the same time, their endurance and speed were unique among all the halls of the entire sect.

As if feeling the anxiety of Taishu Kang, the subordinates of Mingfeng Pavilion couldn't help but try their best to accelerate, and the 100,000 disciples were like a rolling dragon, rolling up the sky and clouds, all the way to the south, galloping towards Mingjia Mountain!

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Mingjia Mountain. The battle, which lasted for a whole day and a night, became more and more intense.

At this time, the battlefield completely formed three distinct layers. In the outermost layer, the overwhelming demon clan and the Holy Envoy Legion formed a huge ball with a diameter of 100,000 li, encircling the 400,000 monks of the Houtu Hall to the death, frantically pounced; On the middle floor, more than 250,000 Hoututang monks combined killing formations and defensive formations one by one, desperately resisting the attacks of the outer demons and birdmen, preventing them from approaching the center of the battlefield; On the innermost layer, led by Lu Pingjun in the early stage of Xuan Xian, 150,000 monks were divided into eight detachments, and launched an all-out assault from eight directions against the more than 5 million demons gathered in the middle, plus tens of millions of birdmen.

Lu Pingjun, the most central one, wants to take down the remaining two demon kings in the shortest possible time, and the outer blocking team must do its best to gain the maximum time and the broadest space for Lu Pingjun's department to complete the task, while the outermost demon army must break through the opponent's defense before the demon king is killed, and at the same time rescue the leader, these monks in front of him will be wiped out.

The three fronts are interlocking, and a problem in any one of them will cause the entire battle situation to be turned upside down.

Both sides have already killed the red eyes, but whether it is the monks of the Hoututang or the demons on the periphery, as long as they can keep their heads clear and have some understanding of the overall battle situation, they will focus their eyes on the battle situation in the middle layer. There, that's the key to the battle.

If Lu Pingjun can take the lead in breaking through the encirclement, completing the final strategic intent, and successfully taking down the last two demon kings, then the army of demons and birdmen who have lost the supreme unified command may not fall apart immediately, but the will to fight and combat cooperation will definitely be greatly weakened, which is of incomparable significance to Hoututang finally dragging the opponent here.

And if the big demon clan and birdman in the middle can resist this powerful attack and finally hold on until the peripheral reinforcements break through, then there is no doubt that they will achieve the final victory in this battle, and the huge army will be able to turn around and continue to go north, and the troops will be directed at the core area of Haotianmen!

The Great Sun of the Immortal Realm has gradually sunk in the west, and the blood, mist, and white light on the battlefield are rising, reflecting the Great Sun in a blood-red color, and the entire sky is filled with the color of blood and the smell of learning. The smell of blood was so strong, wafting around on the battlefield within a radius of 100,000 miles, not only stimulating the bloodthirsty nature of the demon race, but even those Terran monks who originally pursued the way of heaven and paid attention to indifference seemed to be aroused by those evil natures in the depths of their hearts, making them become like beasts and full of violence.

The shouts of killing have pierced the sky, and countless figures are flying in the sky, galloping on the ground, exploding, flashing light, demonic energy, and lightsabers across the battlefield, interweaving an infinitely poignant picture.

The corpses piled up thicker and thicker on the battlefield, and even the Volunteer Commandos, whose combat effectiveness far exceeded that of ordinary monks, began to suffer casualties. From the beginning of the battle to the present, fifty-five commandos, seventeen have fallen, and they shed the last drop of blood in front of Mingjia Mountain, until the last moment, their hands are still holding the steel gun in their hands, and their eyes are staring at the demon birdman flying in the sky.

Song Tianxing's heart was so distressed that he couldn't help but tremble in his heart when every comrade-in-arms died. If it weren't for his insistence on staying here to help Hoututang, wouldn't these comrades-in-arms have died like this?

However, Song Tianxing knew that if he hadn't happened to encounter this incident on the way to the preset battlefield on the Eastern Front, if he hadn't made this seemingly cruel decision, maybe in the near future, his comrades-in-arms would have to face a situation that was ten million times more cruel. The sacrifice of these seventeen comrades-in-arms may be exchanged for the lives of thousands of comrades-in-arms and fellow Daoists in the fairy world.

Until now, it was not until Song Tianxing, who had seen the bloody sacrifice of his comrades-in-arms, witnessed the desperate battles of his colleagues in the fairy world, lived in peace since he was a child, and pursued the "Heavenly Dao" quietly and inactively, that he began to understand the concept that Lei Dong had always instilled in them.

"This is the mission of a soldier, this is the fate of a soldier!"

Song Tianxing's eyes became resolute.

Observing the battle situation around him, Song Tianxing sent a signal to his comrades who were still fighting desperately, but he withdrew from the battle and flew towards Lu Pingjun.

At this time, Lu Pingjun was still violently attacking the periphery of the demons and birdmen, but the number of opponents was too huge, so far, whether it was an assault in eight directions or his own all-out attack, he had only eaten less than two million demons, and there were still 108,000 miles away from the two demon kings in the center of the battle group. And the two demon kings, while recovering from their injuries, shouted and mobilized their subordinates to command the battle, Lu Pingjun could even feel the cruelty and gloom in the eyes of those two guys.

With the cultivation of Xuan Xian in the early stage, Lu Pingjun discovered Song Tianxing's actions almost immediately, and with a wave of his hand, a spiritual power supported Song Tianxing and pulled him down to his side.

"The commander of the third company of the first battalion of the first regiment of the Immortal Realm Volunteer Army, Song Tianxing has seen the hall master!" Time was pressing, and there was no time to be polite, Song Tianxing said hello and said directly, "The situation can't go on like this, we have to make changes!" ”

Immortal Volunteers? Lu Pingjun felt a little strange in his heart, what kind of sect is this?

However, even if he didn't know the origin of this so-called volunteer army, Lu Pingjun did not mean to despise Song Tianxing in the slightest, and the combat effectiveness of this team of more than 50 people just now left a deep impression on him.

Hundreds of demons flew away with one palm, and Lu Pingjun was not polite, and directly opened his mouth and said in a deep voice: "How to fight, you say, I listen to you!" ”

Such a simple and direct answer made Song Tianxing a little surprised. He didn't expect that just the first time they met, the hall master of Haotianmen Houtu Hall, who was one of the top masters in the entire immortal world, would actually say something like "I listen to you".

For a while, Song Tianxing only felt that his heart was agitated, and he didn't know what he should say.