Chapter 222: Heavy Punch

"Senior Brother He, what should I do?" asked a sixth-level monk covered in insect blood.

"Should we summon Senior Brother Cheng and ask him to bring someone to come and respond?" someone suggested.

Unlike the Jade Blood Sect that responded to the insect tide, when other sects responded to the insect tide, they would basically have disciples staying at the garrison. The garrison was the foundation of the sect, so they could not be careless at any time.

Take the Tiansha Temple as an example. There are about 500 monks dispatched this time, and there are more than 100 people staying at the station, including Cheng Bo, the deputy guard of the station, who is also a seventh-level monk. But it wasn’t long before he was promoted.

At present, the monks of Tiansha Temple are in a bad situation. Insect waves are coming, and monks of Haotian Alliance are ambushing them at the exit of the wormhole. They are in a dilemma. If they want to escape, it is the best choice to let Cheng Bo and his people come to rescue them.

"It's too late." He Meng shook his head. Even though the station was only ten miles away, it always took time for Cheng Bo to gather the manpower. By the time they came to help, the day lilies were already cold.

"Follow me and fight out!" A stern look flashed in He Meng's eyes. He didn't know which force he was from, and he acted so unscrupulously. But at least he was at the seventh level and had experienced several lives and deaths. He was not fooled by the situation in front of him. Frightened by the predicament, he knew that if he wanted to survive, he had to fight out. If he stayed here, he would be waiting for death. The situation of this insect wave was unexpected. For some reason, it suddenly became so violent, causing the Tiansha Palace to collapse to this point. .

Time was running out, so He Meng gave an order to block the tide of insects on his left and right, and retreated, ordering a few sixth-level monks to follow him.

A dozen breaths later, below the wormhole, several fifth-level monks squatted half-crouched with their hands folded on their knees. One of them shouted: "Come!"

More than a dozen feet away, He Meng and the six-level monks started running. In an instant, they rushed in front of the five-level monks and stepped on the folded hands of their fellow disciples.

"Let's go!" When those five-level warriors roared in unison, their spiritual energy surged all over their bodies, and they thrust their hands upwards. With the help of this force, He Meng and others soared into the sky, and instantly rushed to the top of the cave entrance.

Spiritual power surged around his body, and He Meng, whose face was full of murderous intent, felt cold in his heart, just because he saw that at the entrance of the wormhole, there were crowds of people from all directions, numbering no less than six or seven hundred.

Why so many? He had heard before that monks from the Haotian Alliance were ambushing the entrance to the cave, and he thought that there were not many of them, because at this time, every sect was dealing with the insect tide in their own territory, even if they had extra manpower that could be sent out to harass the hostile ones. The power and number of people will certainly not be too large.

But now it seems that this idea is completely wrong. There are six to seven hundred people, which is almost the number of monks in an entire sect.

Is this sect really not going to deal with the insect infestation on its territory?

Before all the thoughts were finished, two streams of light had already struck one after another, followed closely by the power of a magic spell and a spiritual talisman.

Screams rang out from beside him, and the several sixth-level people who rushed out with him fell down like dumplings before they could see the situation clearly.

Only He Meng, with his seventh-level cultivation and the spear in his hand, was able to block several attacks. However, immediately after, a fiery red stream of light penetrated his body, bringing out a burst of hot blood.

He fell sharply downwards, but a fire dragon chased after him.

Beside the wormhole, Lu Ye was a little surprised: "These guys are really good at playing."

He vaguely understood how these people rushed up, and he also knew what their original intention was. Unfortunately, the enemy obviously underestimated his own number and strength, which resulted in the enemy rushing forward and showing his face but then nothing happened.

Below the wormhole, the five-level brothers who sent He Meng and others up watched helplessly as their senior brothers left and came back quickly. Also coming back with them was a burning fire dragon, making a snapping sound. With the sound, corpses fell to the ground one by one, flames swept through, and there was a burning smell.

The Tiansha Temple monks who were climbing up with the help of ropes were also burned and dizzy, screaming and falling down.

"Senior Brother He!" someone shouted, rushing to He Meng's side and extinguishing the flames on his body.

He Meng was out of breath at this moment. He was injured by Lu Ye's imperial weapon and suffered a fire dragon spell. He was very lucky to survive.

He suddenly raised his hand, grabbed the collar of the fifth-level monk, gritted his teeth and said, "It's the Jade Blood Sect!"

The moment he landed, he saw a snow-white tiger and the young man beside the snow-white tiger. How could he still not understand who was attacking?

After saying this, He Meng tilted his head and lost his breath.

The fifth-level monk next to him had tears in his eyes. However, there was no time to be sad at this moment. The insect tide had already poured out, and the entrance to the wormhole was blocked by the Jade Blood Sect monks. He Meng died, and several sixth-level brothers also died. No, they, the people of Tiansha Palace, have no chance of survival.

There were screams one after another. Without the monks at the sixth or seventh level, the remaining people could not withstand the worm tide at all. Some people were unwilling to die like this and tried their best to climb up the wormhole, but they would all die to the Jade Blood Sect monks. On hand.

The fifth-level man stood up, raised his hand and touched his battlefield mark. A message came out, and then he took his spiritual weapon and turned to kill the insect tide.

Since there is no doubt that he will die, he will die at the hands of these insects, and he must not take advantage of the people of the Blue Blood Sect!

There were many people who had the same consciousness as him. The battle was extremely fierce for a while, and monks kept screaming and falling down.

Ten miles away, Tiansha Palace was stationed. Cheng Bo's face suddenly turned pale after receiving the news.

The garrison commander He Meng died, the insect tide was difficult to contain, and the entrance to the wormhole was blocked by the Bixue Sect. The Tiansha Palace was in a dilemma, and the survivors wanted to fight the Zerg to the death!

He hurriedly checked his own battlefield marks, and felt the familiar marks disappearing one after another. Cheng Bo fell on the chair.

At this time, many disciples who stayed behind had received news from the wormhole, and they all rushed to ask. Seeing Cheng Bo like this, they knew that the situation was worse than they imagined.

"Bixue Sect!" Cheng Bo gritted his teeth, his eyes full of bloodshot.

Cheng Bo naturally knew a lot about his famous neighbor, especially after the previous battle of Jinguangding, Lu Ye became famous in one battle. When Cheng Bo and He Meng chatted privately, they also expressed their concerns and precautions against the Bixue Sect.

This is a very evil sect. It has not accepted any disciples for decades, but suddenly accepted one and did such a shocking thing. Lu Yiye, who was at the fifth level, fought forty-three battles in the Golden Light Peak without losing a single one. If he was promoted to the seventh level, the two of them would probably not be his opponent.

Fortunately, Lu Ye had been very stable during this period. Before the Lingxi Defense War, there was no news that the Bixue Sect had even accepted disciples.

This made the two guardians of the Tiansha Palace feel a little relieved. Even if Lu Yiye was great, it would be difficult for him to accomplish anything alone.

But after the Lingxi Defense War, a piece of news came, which immediately made the two of them feel bad.

The Bixue Sect opened its doors and recruited disciples. It accepted a hundred registered disciples at once, and there were as many as five or six hundred independent cultivators who attached themselves to it.

This was already a force that could not be ignored. In fact, the Tiansha Palace had been on guard against the Bixue Sect these days, fearing that Lu Yiye would not be obedient enough. Fortunately, their worries were a bit redundant. The Bixue Sect had always been peaceful.

Who would have thought that this was just an illusion!

On the surface, he was peaceful, but secretly he attacked with a heavy punch, which stunned the Tiansha Palace.

A total of 493 monks were wiped out in less than two hours, and even the garrison commander He Meng died! Since the establishment of the Tiansha Palace, there has never been such a huge loss.

"Lu Yiye, I will never coexist with you!" Cheng Bo's roar resounded throughout the Tiansha Palace, and the remaining more than 100 disciples all looked sad.

At this time, at the entrance of the wormhole, hundreds of monks from the Bixue Sect were waiting boredly. Since the beginning, no monks from the Tiansha Palace have climbed up, and the screams under the cave entrance have become much less frequent.

This made it impossible for everyone to earn some merits.

After a while, there were no more screams, and rustling sounds came from below, and the insects were climbing up.

Hundreds of cultivators were immediately excited. Before, everyone was happily brushing merits in the insect nest, but Yiyi came and took away the vitality core, causing the insect nest over there to wither. Many people were not satisfied.

Now the opportunity has come again, and it was snatched. The principle that wild flowers are more fragrant than domestic flowers is applicable everywhere.

Chen Yu said excitedly: "Fifth Brother, will you kill them?" There was an experience of dealing with the insect tide once. As long as they acted as before, the Bixue Sect could kill into the insect nest again.

Lu Ye shook his head and waved his hand: "Retreat!"

Chen Yu was stunned: "Retreat?"

"Retreat!"

With Lu Ye's order, hundreds of cultivators rumbled away. Although everyone didn't know what Lu Ye wanted to do, this was the order of the garrison commander, and both the registered disciples and the casual cultivators had to obey.

Still on the mountain where they had ambushed before, hundreds of people were resting and waiting here. Lu Ye stood on the top of the mountain and looked at the valley below.

It was said to be retreating, but it was only here.

Hua Ci stood beside Lu Ye, puzzled, "What are you going to do?"

Lu Ye looked at the Zergs slowly gathering in the valley below, vaguely worried: "We may have raised a group of monsters."

"What do you mean?" Hua Ci frowned.

"Didn't you find that the strength of these Zergs is generally stronger than ours? Of course, the weak ones were killed by the Tiansha Palace, which is part of the reason, but not the main reason."

"What is that?"

"Fourth Senior Brother mentioned to me before that when fighting against Zergs, we must never let the Zergs get the bodies of cultivators easily. Not only because the energy contained in the bodies of cultivators is huge, but there are other reasons. If the Zergs get them, they will be significantly enhanced." He sighed softly: "How many people from the Tiansha Palace died in the wormhole?"

Hua Ci's eyes twitched: "Three or four hundred, right?"

"That's it, the insect tide here is not something that the outer circle sects can deal with."