Chapter 215: I Would Rather Die than Let My Friend Die! The Eggs of the Golden Apple Snail!

The number of demons is too large.

In an instant, Yang An understood the intentions of those people behind the scenes in the city.

In order to prevent the cultivators from being afraid before the battle, they secretly made some moves to make these guys lose their minds unconsciously, and they would get more and more excited as they fought, and they would not take death seriously.

In this way, the cultivators can consume the demons in a short period of time, and there will be no loss of morale and hasty escape.

As long as both sides consume to a certain extent, the powerful on both sides will take action and decide the outcome in one fell swoop. At the same time, there is a high probability that Shifang City can be defended.

Otherwise, if nothing is done, why mobilize so many cultivators? Come to watch the show?

In the final analysis, no matter how good your cultivation is, anyone standing here is counted as one, and in the eyes of those real superiors, they are all cannon fodder.

The current situation is also in line with Yang An's guess. Almost all the cultivators have completely entered a state of fearlessness of life and death, and they are desperately using various means to fight against the demons.

Some monks even directly activated the pain amplification to delay the price and maximize their own attack power.

Some have already experienced the price attack, and even went completely crazy, even starting to attack their teammates.

The scene was very chaotic, so chaotic that it couldn't be more chaotic.

The same was true among the demons. The battle between the two sides even gradually began to evolve into a four-way melee:

Demons and monks, sober and unconscious, crazy and rational, able to fight and unable to fight.

It didn't take long before they were completely mixed together, and it was hard to tell who was hitting who.

Some monks beside Yang An also howled in pain, and the price attack was a bit tragic, and even fell to the ground and rolled all over.

There were also monks who had already started to kill indiscriminately, not distinguishing between friend and foe, and some were heading towards Yang An.

It was just a black light emanating from Yang An's body, directly covering several meters around him, so that these guys couldn't get close to him, so they stopped.

Looking at the current situation, everyone has been affected. This influence is likely to come from the power of rules, which is almost imperceptible.

If Gong Niang hadn't bitten him, he might not have woken up in time.

Yang An knew that he couldn't just stand there, he had to do something, otherwise others would be affected, but he would be fine, and he would be easily discovered.

It was just that the light-related magic, the precious light glass purification magic and the secret spell of the dark were fine, but once the other magic was used, it would be a range attack that didn't distinguish between friend and foe.

I'm afraid that before the demons were hurt, a lot of cultivators would die, and it would be easy for people to see that it was a light-related magic, and they would lock the source on him and spy on his secrets.

When the magic is needed, it's regretful that there are not enough. If there is time in the future, I must practice a few more physical magic or body-refining methods to cover up my own details.

As for now, Yang An thought about it, and immediately reached out to touch the back of his waist and touched the spinal cord true feather.

After a burst of sourness that penetrated his heart, he pulled out the spinal cord true feather.

The huge feathers composed of red and white wings look like a strange long knife in the hand, and countless white feathers fly out like sharp short blades.

Although it has been irrigated and baptized by a lot of blood, the current spinal cord true feather is still in the larval stage.

Yang An doesn't know when the spinal cord true feather can evolve to the next stage.

But this is obviously a good thing. The more blood required for evolution, the stronger the next stage must be. Yang An is also looking forward to it.

Although it is still in the larval stage, the controllable distance of the white feather has reached more than ten meters, which can barely be regarded as medium-range enemy.

Yang An soon found a place where there were relatively few demons and monks, and began to fish.

Countless white feathers kept flying in the air, taking advantage of the gaps, and from time to time they would secretly attack the approaching demons, and then quickly disappeared.

Of course, in such a large-scale battle, the flying white feathers would inevitably be affected.

The thin and long tendons originally connected to the white feathers would break when they were accidentally touched by the attack.

Fortunately, the spinal cord feather was originally part of Yang An's body, and it also has immortality. Even if it is broken, it can be restored in the blink of an eye.

He is like an assassin hiding in the dark, hiding himself perfectly.

The battle between the demons and the monks is getting more and more intense. Both sides have completely fought with true fire, using all means of fighting and leaving no spare effort.

Although most of the two sides have cultivation above the Fu Shi realm and have immortality, it is inevitable that there will be casualties under the intensive attack coverage.

Many monks died, but more demons died.

In comparison, the monks still have many advantages, at least in terms of fighting, they are more flexible than demons.

As the battle became more and more intense, the entire outside of Shifang City has become a purgatory on earth, with blood flowing like a river.

Even the walls of Shifang City are collapsing one after another, and they are about to collapse. The ground is even more devastated and in a mess.

As time goes by, the casualties on both sides are increasing.

Yang An also silently calculated that he had killed more than ten demons while taking advantage of the situation, but the number of cultivators who died in his hands had reached more than twenty...

This couldn't be blamed on him. These guys were too excited to fight and didn't care who was around them. Yang An could only passively choose to resist. After all, it was better for me to die than for my fellow Taoist to die.

Looking at this situation, if the fight continues like this, who knows how long it will last.

But just when Yang An was a little worried, there was a violent vibration between heaven and earth.

A huge black shadow suddenly appeared in the demon camp.

The black shadow was like covering the sky and the sun, high enough to cover countless monks.

It was a very strange stone statue, rising from the ground, with six huge arms twisted behind it to form an embrace, embracing nothingness.

There was a huge head on the top of the stone statue, with no eyes or nose on the head, only a bloody mouth, deep and bottomless.

At the moment when the stone statue appeared, countless wriggling black veins spread out from its feet in all directions, extending quickly and appearing under the feet of a large number of demons.

All the demons that were touched were suddenly like being imprisoned, standing there motionless.

In the blink of an eye, a large amount of flesh and blood like meridians quickly wrapped up the demons, and soon shrank down, and all the veins along the ground flowed into the stone statue.

A huge black sphere was formed in the six arms behind the stone statue.

At the same time, the big mouth on the face of the stone statue began to emit drifting black smoke, as if something was about to be ejected from it.

As soon as he saw the stone statue appear, Yang An immediately realized that something was wrong.

It was obvious that the demons had started to use their ultimate moves, and he had to leave here as soon as possible to avoid being affected.

With a flash of thought in his mind, Yang An no longer hesitated, and casually grabbed a monk who had just recovered his physical body and pushed him in front. While the monk was confused, he quickly turned into a black shadow and pushed him towards Shifang City.

In this way, it was not him who took the lead to run first, but someone else.

Just as Yang An returned to Shifang City, he casually threw away the monk who was still in a daze and ran deeper into the city.

Boom boom --

A deafening explosion suddenly came from behind him, and then a huge black shadow instantly covered half of Shifang City.

Yang An subconsciously looked back and couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

The huge stone statue opened its mouth wide, and the black sphere disappeared among the six arms behind it. Instead, a huge and strange thing appeared above the wall of Shifang City.

The strange thing seemed to be composed of countless tumors. It was obviously a huge sphere, but the surface was covered with red bumps.

If Yang An had to give a description, it was like the eggs of the golden apple snails that he often saw in his previous life. The red eggs that could be seen everywhere by the river were suddenly falling on the wall of Shifang City at a rapid speed.

There was a bang!

The strange thing exploded immediately, and a large amount of pink mucus blew out of it, covering the sky and the sun, like a surging wave, drowning all the monks and demons below.

All the monks and demons touched by the mucus suddenly grew dense red bumps all over their bodies at a speed visible to the naked eye, just like the strange thing.

I notified the group in advance today that I would go to the high-speed rail station to pick up my sister in the afternoon, so the update will be very late.

There will be another chapter later.

It's so dark every day, I don't know how to adjust back