Today I hold the world

More than ten days later, in the south of Huaishan Mountain, in front of the magnificent Imperial Demon City, the cloaked demon that covered the sky and the sun desperately ran into the city barrier.

"Thief girl, come to this trick again, pass down the order to let everyone change guards to resist!"

Situ Feiyun stared at the outside of the city with dark eyes. He didn't care about tidying up his messy hair, and occasionally turned his head to look at the top of the tower in the east city. Penetrating horizontally and vertically.

It's been almost two months. At first, I didn't care about it. After five days, everyone felt that something was wrong. Situ Feiyun saw that there were more and more monsters. Since then, he has sent people to send messages to the rear, and quickly taught several major forces to reinforce them. .

I didn't expect that this guard would last for two months. If it weren't for that fat man from the Chilongmen who still insisted on sitting in the town, he would have been unable to hold on alone.

Standing behind him were more than a dozen helpers from the clan, some old and some young, and they were all the patriarch Situ Li could send.

The reason why more well-known monks from Huaishan can't come here is because there are already many monsters getting inside, and someone has to go out to clean it up.

"Hey, I said a few clan uncles, why don't you go to the post to help, or go back and send some capable people, why are you trying to persuade me?"

Since the spirit stones were exhausted yesterday, these old things have stopped letting their descendants take risks, and have been standing in the central command building beckoning to him, like a fucking crow.

"Feiyun, I can't hold on any longer, just give up, we can keep it for a long time when we return to the sect..."

"Shut up, old man! A bunch of scumbags who are greedy for life and afraid of death, if you want to get out, get out!" Situ Feiyun didn't have a good temper, so he gave the skinny old man a direct look.

A sword scar on his chin split his short beard into two pieces, and the handsome appearance of his youth was long gone.

Originally, he had exhausted his body many times to serve as other monks, but now his body was weak and his breath was hoarse, and when he got angry, he looked extremely fierce, like a sick ghost and a corpse.

When I was thinking of swearing at these old things again, three people from Ximian City Road came crying and mourning with their half-dead companions on their backs:

"Lord Situ, the last wave of people on the west [-]th floor has been killed, please send fellow Taoists to plug the leak!"

Situ Feiyun's eyes were dizzy, his heart seemed to be bleeding, he had no one to send.

After three breaths of silence, there was already a fierce screaming and fighting in the passageway of the west city wall, which meant that another whirlwind demon had entered.

Situ Feiyun was extremely anxious, and just when he was about to personally go to make up for the leak, a cyan talisman paper appeared out of thin air behind him:

"Senior Brother Feiyun, I'll clean it up."

Before the people arrived, the voice had already been heard, and then Situ Youfang, who was dressed in white with a yellow belt hanging around his waist, appeared and looked at him shyly.

This is a very difficult talisman escape technique. Although it is not comparable to the real escape technique of Jindan monks, it has disappeared during the foundation building period, and very few people can practice it. The younger brother has just completed cultivation.

Situ Feiyun was overjoyed, "Okay, okay, you came just in time, hurry up and defend the city with that fat man, and don't ruin the reputation of my Yunhe Sect!"

Whoever dares to say that he ranks among the top five in the internal combat power of the sect is this little talisman.

Seeing Situ Youfang walking out of the front door quickly, wearing the [Hundred Treasure Talisman Clothes] in all kinds of colors, Situ Feiyun himself felt that his face was bright.

He had also envied the skills of his junior brother and that fat man, and secretly complained why he hadn't cultivated into such a monster.

It's a pity that he complained for a long time, but he didn't see any improvement in his cultivation, so he stopped complaining.

The cloak demon rushed vigorously outside the city for two hours. At noon, it was replaced by more than ten huge cloud wing demons.

Standing in the center of the tower, Situ Feiyun's face was ashen, and he was inexplicably panicked.

"Yesterday and most of the time in the past, there were eight heads, no more than ten heads at most, and sixteen heads were dispatched at once today!"

He looked at the hideous human skin head with a wingspan of thirty feet, and felt that the next moment he was going to break through the protective shield of the city, grab it in his hand and devour it whole.

Afraid, how can I not be afraid, not to mention those casual qi practitioners, even people like him who have cultivated their minds for many years in the late stage of foundation establishment, would be terrified to death in the face of such a terrifying monster.

But whenever he glanced at the roofs of the east and west city walls from the corner of his eyes, and saw the two rising stars looking very handy, Situ Feiyun felt extremely ashamed and ashamed of himself.

He must suppress that fear and cowardice deep in his heart. He must not be timid because of his dignity as a famous cultivator of Huaishan Mountain earlier, and as the most powerful leaders of the Yunhe Sect.

Nor does his soul allow him to act cowardly.

So he walked out of the main hall of the building gate, hung out the huge flagpole of Yumo City, and shouted: "My sons, the monsters only have this last resort, and if they survive this wave, they will do nothing to me. boundary!"

According to the previous rhythm, it is true that the Winged Demons have finished attacking a few waves, and when those stupid things are impatient, they will survive the day.

But today seems to be different, but Situ Feiyun has no choice but to continue to lie to everyone like this, and even to himself.

Boom~

The huge and sharp claws of the dozens of flying winged demons bombarded the aura shield, and the shrill screams spread along the west tower to the east.

With just one blow, the shields outside the key points of four or five towers were broken and cracked, and when they were slowly repaired, those flying winged demons started to bombard wildly.

Upstairs in the middle part of the east city, Chang Zizai looked at Situ Youfang in the west, the two seemed to be in the same mind, I saw Chang Zizai flying up, muttering words, and pinching his hand, the flying sword that was not his natal flying sword The sword flew back to his feet.

"Brother, please bring out the sword!"

A white light appeared from the mouth of the vermilion gourd at the back, shooting out into the sky, like a white rainbow penetrating the sun, piercing through the spirit shield of the city in an instant, stabbing the flying winged demon that had already opened its claws.

The Immortal Severing Flying Sword made an arc, and cut off the claws and legs of the nearby Flying Winged Demon, still not satisfied, and cut off the claws and legs of four Flying Winged Demons along the eastward direction, before flying back into the gourd dimly.

At the same time, Situ Youfang in the sky above the West City Tower was dazzling with precious light all over his body, and one after another magic talisman seemed to have become conscious, flying endlessly from the [Hundred Treasure Talisman Clothes] outside the city, sticking to the four flying talismans at top speed. On the clawed legs of the Winged Demon.

Just listen to what Situ Youfang said:

"I obey my orders, and you obey your orders!"

"Bound~"

"Break~"

"burn~"

The claws and legs of those Flying Winged Demons went from immobilization to explosion and then to flickering of strange colorful sparks, and they were blown up in just a few seconds.

Standing on the top of the central tower, Situ Feiyun shouted excitedly, and shook the banner vigorously with his thin body.

I thought that after this, those monsters should know how to retreat, but I didn't expect that today is different from the past, and there are still seven flying winged demons who can attack, and they are more vigorous in clawing.

The fat man sat on the flying sword weakly in the air above the east tower to adjust his breath, and he poured the last few elixir into his mouth like eating jelly beans.

Situ Feiyun looked to the west of the city again, his precious lump Situ Youfang also fell down in a daze, and was being caught by the old man of the clan who rushed to rescue him.

Kacha~

It was the first time that the aura shield made such a vibrating cracking sound. Just as Situ Feiyun wanted to encourage everyone with his voice again, his eyes accidentally passed through the gap between the two flying winged demons, and saw a human demon in the southern sky A human-like black-green-skinned figure floated quietly.

He was immediately attracted, and looked at the figure carefully. It was too far away to judge the length, but the head was seventy percent similar to that of a human, and a huge mouth of fangs was baring at him.

Situ Feiyun only felt a chill in his soul, and only one thought came to his mind: It's over!

Downstairs, some casual cultivators came from the east towers crying and reporting, but Situ Feiyun's mind was buzzing at the moment, and he couldn't hear what the outside world said at all.

He was stunned on the top of the tower, as if he understood too many things for a moment, and murmured in despair:

"That should be the fifth level... um...it's the fifth level...hahaha...fucking fifth-level devil, I have never even seen a Nascent Soul cultivator from my own clan in my life, and in the end I was talking to the fifth level!" The group of demons led by the super demon boss fought for two months..."

His body fell from the top of the tower, and a young man from the clan shouted in his ears: "Senior brother, what's wrong with you? Get up and continue commanding, senior brother..."

He could no longer hear the following words clearly. He had been calculating for many days, and he was sick with worry, and he couldn't breathe under the pressure.

The eyes gradually opened, only to see the juniors and old people in the clan shaking themselves in front of him, talking fiercely.

"It's useless, it's over, the fifth level...hahaha..." He only murmured three or four times before closing his eyes and passing out.

It feels so good to fall asleep, maybe death is like this, lying comfortably in the dark forever, quiet and quiet, no one disturbs you.

For a moment, through the long river of memory, Situ Feiyun suddenly thought of his brother.

He remembered that when he was a child, he and Situ Feipeng wrestled for a very beautiful sword hilt. Because of his weak body, he had never fought, and cried very sadly. In the end, his brother couldn't see himself crying, so he took the initiative to give him the sword hilt.

It was an extremely blissful feeling.

For years he'd wanted to say thank you to his curmudgeon brother, but never had the chance.

I'm really sorry~

******

The moment Situ Feiyun fell down, the protective barrier of Yumo City finally couldn't support it, and it cracked inch by inch.

More than 3000 alliance monks who were exhausted and weak all looked desperate and helpless, and some clever ones began to speed up their escape to the north.

Chang Zizai and a group of prominent figures quickly gathered in the central gatehouse, sighing to themselves. He glanced at Situ Feiyun lying on the ground dying of exhaustion, and said calmly:

"This is the end of the matter, tell everyone to go back and go to Jubao City... Wait!"

In the middle of the speech, Chang Zizai looked to the west, because his back was facing Huaishan, and the west was the east, "We are saved, and quickly sent orders to the disciples in each building to return to their positions and stand firm. My Huaishan reinforcements have arrived!"

Everyone thought he was joking, but without waiting for everyone's reaction, he flew straight into the sky and shouted loudly:

"Everyone, my family's master uncle has led tens of thousands of reinforcements to come, return to the position quickly, and prepare to counterattack and reap the benefits!"

Before those people could believe it, a loud and clear dragon chant came from the east, and countless cloud boats spread their wings like a rook, and the spiritual energy outside turned into five blue-blue lightning wolves, and quickly rushed towards the dragon that was about to completely smash the protective barrier. Winged Demons.

Immediately afterwards, a really huge aura purple dragon covered the clouds and mist and flew to the south, covering the sky and the sun, and the cloaked demon and the fifth-level monster, which were ready to go, were overwhelming and unstoppable.

"It's saved, it's saved!"

"It really is our reinforcements, that is the banner of Chilongmen..."

People who have been here for more than two months have finally come to fruition and survived.

******

Five days later, outside Zangfeng Mountain, his disciples finally returned to the mountain gate on the Red Dragon.

Zhong Ziyan was dressed in white and black belt, and stood calmly on the cloud boat with his hands behind his back. He watched the clouds and flags fluttering in the mountain gate, decorated with lanterns and festoons, and the sound of gongs and drums.

And on the side welcoming the victorious team, especially the younger generation of disciples, they all showed envious expressions, not to mention those close alliance factions, who wanted to squeeze out the most admirable expressions to highlight this victory.

Jian Yong looked at the man in white clothes on the sky cloud boat, at first he felt that he was majestic and more dignified, and when the cloud boat landed and he saw it more clearly, he was shocked and realized that there seemed to be something wrong.

Greeting is a must. Hundreds of people welcome the head back to the mountain, shouting loudly, and the head really smiled to reassure everyone not to be too high-profile.

So he walked up the mountain all the way, with red carpets, purple willows, and white elephants and golden trees on both sides, but Jian Yong always felt that there seemed to be something wrong.

When all the people arrived at the main hall and the commotion dispersed, Jian Yong stared at the headmaster's white clothes and finally noticed the difference. He rarely wore such color and ugly clothes before.

It's not just ugly, it's like... mourning!

Thinking about something in his mind, his eyes had already seen the head waving to him, Jian Yong followed quickly, and walked to the Tianshu Hall with the normal-looking but weak figure at a glance.

As soon as he entered the palace gate, he only heard the cold voice:

"Today's welcome ceremony is a bit over."

Jian Yong immediately understood that it was so, and heard:

"At Maoshi tomorrow morning, all the disciples of our sect are ordered to obey the plain clothes and mourn for the deceased Master Tao, Gou Youwei and other sects. They must abide by this order at all times within three years except for the opening ceremony of Qingling Mountain. Anyone who violates this order will be expelled. sect!"

As soon as this order came out, the atmosphere of the entire Red Dragon Gate quickly returned to strictness in the next three days, and the celebration party was methodically prepared for other casual cultivators and forces in Huaishan.

What is shocking is that in less than seven days, the entire Huaishan cultivation world was covered with black flags, which made the heads of several major factions, and even Zhong Ziyan himself feel unbelievable.

Here the minds of thousands of families gather together, and the hearts of the people will be more useful in the future.