Chapter 266 265 Collapse of the Defense Line

Chapter 266 265. Collapse of the Defense Line

The defense line of the demon clan.

This time, there is not only a red bird with a glittering tail, but also a huge gray turtle that looks like a mountain.

The light like a turtle shell spreads, like an unshakable barrier of mountains, and it fights against the chaos erosion here with the red bird.

Behind the two beasts that have transformed into true spirits, there is a green dragon that is as green as a thousand-year-old tree.

The greenness emanating from it almost condenses into a natural treasure that can bring life to death and turn bones into flesh, and it forms a floating sea in the sky.

The shadows of plants and trees are looming in it.

It is this sea area that condenses endless vitality and is transformed by the wood and water of the green dragon true spirit that helps the other two true spirits provide endless power, so that they can barely resist the erosion of chaos.

Well, as for which of the four sacred beasts is missing...

The killing power of the White Tiger is really useless in the face of chaos. If it is here, it may affect the formation of the Vermillion Bird and the Black Tortoise. Besides, it doesn't want to be frustrated.

So it took a group of young talents of the demon race to enter the chaos to kill the enemy early.

Fighting, only face-to-face fighting can satisfy it!

Well...

It is worth mentioning that: most of the casualties in the past few days actually came from it leading people to rush into the chaos to kill the enemy.

But those young talents of the demon race are also willing to follow it in, willing to fight and be beaten.

The instinct from the blood drives them to fight those mushroom people full of chaos.

Once they can kill or win, they can improve their own cultivation and even purify their blood.

Blood is the golden finger of the demon race.

A good blood is like being born with a golden spoon in your mouth.

Although the demon clan leaders were heartbroken, they had to let them go - as long as they could produce a person with a blood purity higher than a certain limit, they would be blessed by the upper world.

Fortunately...

"Today is the last day."

Qinglong thought that today was the last day, and he could finally take a break after the end, so he was in a good mood.

As the blood of Qinglong's true spirit, it liked to find a place with abundant water and wood spirit to sleep.

It would be best if it could sleep until spiritual plants grew around it, and sleep happily for hundreds or thousands of years, which was better than being a dragon spirit vein in this chaotic border.

However, things did not go as planned... Longyuan.

Xuanwu, who was entrenched in the void, suddenly raised his head and uttered a rather calm middle-aged male voice: "Something has changed!"

In fact, it didn't need to say it, Qinglong and Zhuque had already felt it -

In the distance,

the chaotic fog wall suddenly shook violently, and pieces of tortoise shells turned into spiritual light and dissipated, and countless strange demons emerged from it.

There was the Vermillion Bird wrapped in black flames, the Azure Dragon with black giant trees entwined in its roots, the Black Tortoise with mountains on its back… and a particularly huge white tiger with black and gold glittering on its claws.

The white tiger was obviously not made of black mycelium, but real flesh, and it exuded the mysterious aura unique to the Four Symbols Divine Beasts.

If a mortal were here, they would have trembled on their knees and worshiped the oppressive feeling of divinity.

However, even if it was so sacred.

It was already a lifeless body, a puppet without any mind.

The faces of the three incarnations of the true spirit changed drastically—they really changed color on their faces.

“Dead?”

“How could it be…”

“It’s a deity!”

Faced with this situation, even the most stable Black Tortoise felt incredible. They could not be said to be invincible with the blood of the Four Symbols Divine Beasts, but they could swim freely even in the chaos.

There were certainly people who could kill them.

It was difficult to kill them silently.

But they didn't even feel it, and the white tiger was already dead!

The induction of the four sacred beasts was actually cut off.

The three incarnations of the sacred beasts felt an indescribable palpitation - if they could kill the white tiger in this way, could they also kill them?

At the same time, they also knew that in this way, the front line would definitely not be able to be defended.

Not only could it not be defended, but the genius demons who followed the white tiger into the inside were also wiped out.

The former is not that important, but the latter...

"Tell all Taoist friends, ask the Taoist friends of the human race to support, I want to see Taoist friend Xing Ke, I want to know what is in the chaos!"

The oldest Xuanwu among the four sacred beasts spoke.

His tone was particularly heavy.

It closed its eyes and lay down again.

The tortoise shell on its body turned into countless pieces. This was not a phantom formed by spiritual light, but a magical power truly performed by the shell of Xuanwu.

He blocked the dead white tiger and the demon beasts and mushroom people behind it.

...

After a while.

Mo Yao flying boat.

Song He was looking around in the small world of the Mi Shen Tree, which he named the Fire Therapy Cave Heaven. Just now, he had received news that the defense line of the demon clan was about to collapse.

The Yuanying of other sects had already brought their disciples to support, but the two leading monks of Lingye Sect were still standing still.

Only a few disciples of Lingye Sect went to the front to prepare.

But the resources from the sect were being sent in batches, continuously.

All kinds of spiritual fluids and spiritual materials are being refined into elixirs, drawn into spiritual talismans, and made into talismans by monks from the Danding Sect, the Mohist Sect, the Taiqing Miaoxuan Sect, and the Shenji Sect...

Originally, Song He was a little surprised as to why he had to wait until now to start making. However, when he saw the way they were refining elixirs and making magic talismans and talismans, he was immediately speechless.

These sects cultivate disciples not to be proficient in everything, but to specialize - there are those who specialize in drawing the Five Thunder Talisman, there are those who specialize in the Geng Gold Talisman, and there are even those who draw the basic spiritual patterns of the talisman.

Those disciples looked like they had spent their entire lives drawing some kind of spiritual talisman. The drawing speed was ridiculously fast, coupled with unlimited amounts of elixirs and spiritual consciousness nourishing formations.

There were also monks from the Divine Music Immortal Music Sect who played music to help them calm down and concentrate.

It's simply...a magic talisman processing factory.

"It's somewhat consistent with my vision."

Walking on the sand, Song He checked all the candle trees, and after making sure that they were all ready, he stretched out his hand and waved——

"Swish swish——"

Seven figures jumped out of his Mi Shen tree at the same time. They were red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. They all looked very cute. They had gourds on their heads and were full of vitality.

"grandfather!"

"grandfather!"

"grandfather!"

Seven voices sounded in a row, and the gourd boys rubbed and rubbed around Song He. Song He, who rarely had such physical contact with others, was really a little uncomfortable.

But after feeling their full devotion and bubbling expressions of happiness, I still didn't push them away.

A long time ago, Song He had been in frequent contact with Yimu Gourd, not only spiritually, but also from time to time in contact with its vines and absorbing its spiritual energy.

At that time, Gourd liked to wrap its vines around Song He.

It's a pity that as Song He's affairs increased and it was moved into the Mi Shen Tree, such stickers became less common or even disappeared.

Now it is rare that it has a human form, so naturally it wants to be happy - or seven times happy.

For a spiritual plant like it, it is not difficult at all to use the seven distractions. They even have their own personality changes, just like seven independent individuals.

Well... in a sense, there is nothing wrong with it.

After all, these are all transformed from its little gourd, and they are indeed independent individuals.

As for why he called him grandpa... it was Song He's own fault - when he was bored, he told Yimu Hulu the story of Calabash Baby.

Unexpectedly, Xiaomu remembered it in his heart.

This guy has become more and more witty and naughty since he became spiritual, and he has dared to make some jokes with Song He.

By the way, it also created the Five Elements Spirit Gourd, the Mysterious Spirit Gourd and the Swallowing Spirit Gourd specially used to hold things based on the seven gourd babies described by Song He.

Then he very generously divided his own spirituality and poured it into these gourds.

This thing is easy to say but not easy to do. For this reason, it also asked Song He for help, and with the help of Song He, it was barely completed.

The settings in the story have been restored as much as possible.

Coupled with the help of specially customized puppet talismans and spiritual plants, each of these gourd babies now has the combat power of a high-level golden elixir.

If consumption and spiritual stones are not taken into consideration, it is no problem to explode the Nascent Soul's combat power - of course, it is the lowest Nascent Soul.

After all, this kind of Nascent Soul that is stitched together with various treasures wants to defeat the Nascent Soul that really relies on its own cultivation... Small sects may be able to do so, but it is absolutely impossible for Lingye Sect's Nascent Soul.

But.

Song He had no intention of letting them fight Chaos head-on. He just asked them to look at the battlefield ahead on his behalf - each Calabash Baby was equipped with a special magic weapon that could transmit images and sounds back in real time.

"You go ahead, I have already asked my junior brothers and Taoist friends from Tianqing Sword Sect and Mo Family, you just need to assist them behind them.

By the way, Xiaoqi. "

At this point, Song He suddenly looked at the shortest gourd boy holding a gray gourd in his hand with a serious expression.

"Grandpa." Xiao Qi called out obediently.

Hearing this, Song He felt helpless again. When he heard the name "Grandpa", he always felt as if he was already old.

It's just that these gourd babies are really cute and well-behaved, and since they dug the hole for themselves in the first place, they really can't say anything.

He could only rub Xiao Qi's head and explain:

"You remember, if a fellow Taoist is accidentally eroded by chaos, you will help them absorb it...but you must never give the gourd to them.

I spent a lot of spiritual stones on this gourd before I asked my senior brother to ask my uncle from Yingxingtang to bless it! "

If outsiders saw Song He's heartbroken look, they might laugh at him for even looking so carefully at an "ordinary" gourd magic weapon.