She took the Xiuxian cannon fodder script

Chapter 113 Chapter 113

The monk will never show mercy, and the Zen stick in his hand is a little faster.

He slammed it down towards the Demon Lord.

Mozun's body was smashed by the Zen staff, and a mouthful of blood slammed heavily on the huge and lofty mountain.

"Boom." The whole mountain was smashed to pieces and collapsed.

A huge pothole was formed, and the head of the Mozun was smashed to death.

Originally thought that the cultivators had the upper hand, so the only thing left to do was to clean up the door.

Unexpectedly, the demon's body was quietly taken away by a hidden demon cultivator, rushed into the altar and threw the demon's body in the center of the altar.

Kneeling on the ground, he stretched his hands and looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "Devil God, I offer sacrifices to the Demon Lord, and please help the Demon Race through this disaster, and the Demon Race will offer more generous things in the future."

Mo Yuheng was taken aback. Originally, she had already led someone to destroy the machine first, but she didn't expect the other party to be so ruthless.

Use your own cultivation to repair the altar.

They didn't expect that the other party would take Mozun's corpse as a sacrifice gift, it was really a miscalculation.

Mo Yuheng had a bad feeling, and his eyelids kept twitching.

It was too late to ask someone to help stop it, the opponent's body was full of black light, and a huge specter appeared in the sky.

All of a sudden, he swooped down and completely wrapped the demon's body, and the demon's limbs were disassembled and absorbed.

The phantom absorbed the energy of the corpse, and it seemed to become stronger and more compact.

"Hahahahaha..."

The phantom laughed up to the sky, making a deafening sound, but it was in this world.

A look of surprise appeared on Moxiu's face: "Master Demon God, it is Lord Mo God who has manifested, God will not perish my demon race."

The remaining demons knelt on the ground, kowtowing and trembling, which was the suppression of the blood.

Moxiu raised his head: "Master Demon God, please take action."

All the cultivators got together a long time ago, and the monk was exhausted from fighting for too long.

His face was slightly pale, and he came to the immortal cultivators all of a sudden, and looked at the ghost seriously.

"Master." Fen Jin was filled with joy and surprise, and all the original worries disappeared.

The monk waved his hands, as if to tell him that now is not the time to talk about the old days.

And Lei Batian behind him saluted: "Monk Wuchen."

Monk Wuchen nodded.

The interaction between the two seemed familiar.

A Golden Core cultivator dares to speak as an equal in front of Yuanying Zhenjun, but other Golden Core cultivators dare not do so.

It's not called Zhenjun, it's a name.

"True Monarch." The other Jindan cultivators saluted respectfully without saying anything.

A specter in the sky quickly flew over and struck with an extremely filthy aura.

Unscrupulous laughter, creepy.

Mo Yuheng was not in a hurry for the opponent, and only reacted when he came to him.

I just feel very depressed, as if I am about to die.

"what is this?"

Wuchen's face changed drastically, and he stood in front of him without hesitation, surrounded by Buddha's light and starlight to welcome the opponent's attack.

"Boom..." The explosions collided with each other, and countless minuscule waves spread in all directions.

Lei Batian led several Golden Core cultivators to stand in front of him, so that the little cultivators behind him would not die.

But more or less injured by the shock and fell to the ground.

"How is this possible? What is this thing? Why is the attack power so strong? Is this the demon god that the demon cultivator talks about? How much stronger than the Demon Lord."

Someone exclaimed and commented with worry, everyone is now a grasshopper tied to a rope, once the tall man is gone, everyone will disperse.

Such an attack is too terrifying, and it's not something these little monks and mortals can resist.

Moying was directly knocked out, while Wuchen didn't feel much better either. He took a lot of steps back and then fell to the ground with blood dripping from his mouth.

The blood all over his body continued to stay, and he suddenly became a blood man.

"Master." Fen Jin exclaimed.

Ever since cultivating immortals, Feng Sung's master has never seen him in such a mess.

Then he ran to help him, but Mo Yuheng grabbed him: "Don't go there, your master is very dangerous now, let the alchemist heal first."

Fen Jin gradually regained his rationality: "Then you go."

There are strangers here who cannot be completely trusted.

Mo Yuheng was helpless: "There are third-rank alchemists with better healing methods than me."

Sure enough, an alchemist hurried out and squatted in front of him, and began to treat him.

All of a sudden, the lingering black demonic energy on the outside disappeared, and the bloody skin slowly recovered.

It's just that he was still unconscious and his face was as pale as paper.

After a while, I slowly opened my eyes, coughed up blood and wanted to get up. The skin of my body was broken again, and I couldn't move my body.

At this moment, the phantom in the sky stopped and snorted coldly: "You are looking for death, you are overthinking your capabilities."

"Everyone, Lei Batian, hurry up and gather a fourth-rank attack formation."

Wuchen took out the fourth-grade array plate from the space and threw it to Lei Batian with all his strength, but Lei Batian watched him fall unconscious on the ground.

Lei Batian knew that four Golden Core cultivators needed to use the fourth-grade formation to support the operation of the formation and to have the same power as the phantom.

There are only three Golden Core monks in the crowd, what should we do?
Mo Yuheng was very anxious. She was a formation master and knew that without a Golden Core cultivator, the formation would not be able to work.

A better understanding of the lack of the entire formation can be replaced by others.

Could it be that no one spoke frowningly, came out and said loudly: "Old Lei, one Golden Core cultivator is short and can take fifty top-grade spirit stones instead."

Lei Batian looked at everyone and shook his head, only took out a few sporadic ones, a total of 25 top-quality spirit stones.

It's still 25 yuan short.

Lei Batian asked everyone again, they all shook their heads and said no.

The phantom is about to rush over, and the time is urgent, and the big guy is blushing.

"It can be reached with 25 foundation-builder monks." Mo Yuheng said again in a deep voice.

"it is good."

Just 25 foundation-building monks entered the formation, and the entire formation emitted a faint light.

Then it kept spinning, protecting everyone inside to meet the attack of the phantom at the fastest speed.

The fierce impact was stronger than the previous attack, forming two distinct semicircles of one black and seven colors attacking each other.

The longer the attack, the stronger it became, and the two semicircles were continuously compressed.

Gusts of wind kept blowing back, and finally exploded and the phantom flew out backwards.

The corners of the mouths of Lei Batian's Jindan cultivators were bleeding, and they had already suffered serious internal injuries.

Moreover, the Foundation Establishment monks greeted them at the front, and all of them were killed in one fell swoop.

Mo Yuheng thought that with so many monks dead at once, the opponent still had the power to make a final blow, and the formation had already begun to be broken and there were not enough people to function.

No, absolutely not.

If this continues, the remaining 2 people will die here.

And she herself escaped death.

It's death anyway, so it's better to do something to give yourself a chance, and do your best.

(End of this chapter)