Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 344: Please Die

The eight teams circled and retreated to a place twenty miles away, drifting with the current and swaying violently for a while.

When Zhu Zongshan heard that the monster's protective ability had been broken, he quickly swung his sword and changed the formation, controlling the team to launch wave after wave of concentrated attacks as if they were his own arms.

The spear of light broke through the air and dispersed the rolling black gas, revealing the shadow of a much smaller monster inside, with its eyes flickering and changing like stars.

Countless void tentacles stretched out from the air and lashed at each team fiercely, and a brutal fight broke out between the two sides.

The sword light that just appeared on the monster's phantom suddenly burst out, and the ink characters surged like a sharp blade, cutting the monster's body in circles. This time, the damage made the monster suffer unbearable pain, and dark blood splashed along with the body fragments.

With a fierce roar, the flashing ghost eyes around the monster suddenly disappeared by 20%.

"Asshole, die!"

The mist burst out again and submerged the sword light characters.

"Quick, take advantage of the chaos to fly about ten miles away, and use the divine light of creation to illuminate the monster's eyes on the other side of the sword light."

Xu Yuanchang heard an unfamiliar young man's voice in his ears. He had just arranged for Xueli, who had followed him, to carry his nephew away. Without thinking too much, he flew into the air and sent a message to Zeng Wanglou, who looked a little surprised.

He and Mr. Zeng had other tasks and could not take care of them at this moment. If they delayed any further, the elite team led by Zhu Zongshan would suffer heavy casualties.

There was a shadow sweeping silently across the sky. Xu Yuanchang suddenly split into nine parts and dodged the monster's sneak attack. Zeng Wanglou followed closely behind him, but his figure disappeared in a flash and reappeared on the other side.

Within dozens of miles, phantom shadows filled the sky and attacked.

This forced other masters not to risk entering the fierce fighting circle easily.

Xu Yuanchang used the Phantom Invisibility Technique repeatedly to distance himself from Zeng Lao. With his cultivation level only at the fifth level, he was not the main target of the monsters' attacks. He easily went around the team circle and appeared opposite the monster that was swirling with evil energy close to the sky.

Zeng Wanglou was facing attacks from all directions and seeing that he could not escape, so he suddenly revealed his Dharma image behind him and grabbed the huge purple gold tripod and slammed it hard.

With two "bangs", Zeng Wanglou flew backwards, attracting the monster's attention.

Xu Yuanchang raised his left hand, which emitted brilliant golden light, tearing through the thick black fog and shooting in a semi-fan shape towards the monster seven or eight miles away.

The monster was so angry that it was smoking. It had suffered a lot of injuries and was distracted by the sword cultivator who was not afraid of death and another guy who showed his Dharma image. Its main focus was on him, and it was caught off guard by a little guy who took advantage of its opportunity.

The golden light attack came too quickly and targeted his hidden weak spot.

"Sizzle", an attack from the divine light of creation extinguished 30% of the dim light, and the monster trembled violently and roared like thunder.

"Old Monster Yanshan, you come and join in the fun."

Several phantom tentacles fiercely strangled the little guy in the air.

"Bang", the figure shattered, and a turbulent flow of evil energy swept over. With the help of the fourth-level bean soldiers placed outside, Xu Yuanchang escaped the siege in an instant and appeared on the hill west of the city.

The monster didn't bother to spend more energy on dealing with the slippery little guy. The mist was like a tide, one wave after another, dissipating the impact, and finally wiped out the sword cultivator's soul that was stubbornly resisting in his body.

The ancient sword suddenly lost its luster, and the sword body was covered with countless cracks.

The monster expelled the ancient sword from its body and waved countless tentacles, concentrating on dealing with the eight teams that were attacking like wheels.

Suddenly, a tentacle smashed into the city, creating a huge pit more than ten feet deep at a node where the fog was abnormal.

Zeng Wanglou retreated to the hilltop west of the city in a rather embarrassed manner. He sighed inwardly that the old swordsman had caused great damage to the monster at the cost of his life and the destruction of his soul. The seventh-order monster clone, which was only half dead, was still difficult to deal with.

Unless all the human masters join forces and work together with the eight teams at all costs, it is possible to kill the monster.

But at the moment, the masters of the four continents are far away from the core battlefield, and no one wants to be the price.

Xu Yuan was panting for a long time, staring at the brutal fight between the monsters and the team. Elites fell every moment. He roared to the sky: "How long are you going to wait?"

The dim ancient sword that was stuck diagonally in the ground three hundred feet away from the monster rose up and turned into a rainbow rising into the sky.

"Puff", the sword light cut through the black curtain, chopping countless hastily stacked phantom tentacles into pieces.

In a flash, he chopped it off, and the monster was split into two with a howl.

The ancient sword hovering in the low sky broke into pieces and fell down.

"Idiot, retreat!"

A young boy's voice echoed in the air.

Zhu Zongshan brandished his sword and shouted, "Retreat, retreat quickly!"

The eight teams were badly damaged and retreated quickly, shrinking the distance between the monks. The light on their bodies flashed in the same rhythm. They were able to truly enforce discipline and could see that the monster was about to explode.

The monster shouted in confusion: "Who is plotting against me from behind?"

The still huge body was torn into pieces, countless black mists poured out from the cracks, the centipede was dead but still alive, and its tentacles were swaying in the distance.

He didn't expect that the human swordsman who risked his life was just a cover for someone to use.

The guy hiding in the dark is really hateful and his plan is just right.

First destroy half of his eyes, and then at the critical moment, suddenly attack with a sword to shatter the source of his soul, leaving him no room for a comeback.

"Duomu, go to the upper realm to find old man Yanshan."

The boy's voice sounded again.

The monster's voice continued to weaken, "Old Monster Yanshan is not good at swordsmanship. Every grievance has its perpetrator, and every debt has its creditor. Who are you?"

"I'm your ancestor, be good, go to hell, why are you talking so much nonsense?"

The boy's voice suddenly became vulgar, coming from somewhere in the battlefield.

The monster was completely enraged. The guy who opposed him was too shameless and insulted the style of the great powers in the upper realm. The dark light flashed continuously, and in the blink of an eye it changed into a complex ancient rune.

The rune looked like a hovering three-dimensional eyeball, with bright light bursting out from the middle. "Boom", the fragments of the body wrapped in black mist suddenly exploded, and a huge shock wave spread in all directions. Tiny cracks appeared in the air within three miles, and a hole hundreds of feet high appeared in the sky due to the turbulent flow of evil energy.

The ground seemed to have been scraped away by a sharp blade, leaving no ashes but smooth, bare rocks.

After ten miles, the power gradually weakened, and flying sand and rocks were like sharp arrows.

The team that flew thirty miles away adjusted its formation in time at Zhu Zongshan's command and was violently shaken and fluctuated by the impact.

The battle formations were shining brightly, like long dragons, swaying up and down to eliminate their strength.

A series of thin tentacles suddenly appeared from the void and whipped towards the surprised and stunned human masters. Even if they were hundreds of miles away, they were still caught by surprise.

Fu Xianzhi was fighting hard with his old rival, the Gray Scorpion King. They wandered outside the battlefield, and there were no black spirits and human monks within dozens of miles. By the time he noticed the tentacles attacking him, it was too late to dodge the attack from both sides. He roared angrily and sent out a lightning-like cold light with his left hand.

"Bang!" The monster launched a hateful attack using its own body energy. Fu Xianzhi was unable to dodge and exploded into a huge ball of blood mist.

The shadow of a scorpion tail swayed, and the sky full of sharp spikes smashed a panicked fleeing Nascent Soul into pieces.

The eight attacked teams were also attacked by more than ten tentacles, their formations were broken, and considerable casualties were caused.

"Be careful, retreat!"

Zeng Wanglou shouted to warn, and the broken Dharma image behind him grabbed the purple golden tripod and slammed it hard against the tentacles, smashing them.

Xu Yuanchang had turned into several afterimages and disappeared in the blink of an eye. The tentacle that missed its attack slammed heavily on the top of the mountain. With a loud bang, half of the rock collapsed.

The Dharmakāya punched into the air, blocking the tentacle, and swung the purple-gold tripod to smash it into pieces.

When it comes to escaping skills, Xu Yuanchang is no less capable than the masters of the Sixth Floor, and he even has more tricks.

Xu Yuanchang appeared at the same place again, his eyes swept towards the place thirty miles away where the fog had completely disappeared. His heart was at ease, and Lao Li took action, finally killing the multi-eyed monster.

He guessed that Lao Li had not recovered much strength at the moment, and that sword had relied on the power of the old sword master and the ancient sword itself. Only by seizing the opportunity could he kill with one blow. Otherwise, there would be no need to go around in circles.

However, before the multi-eyed monster's clone died, it launched an angry attack, causing considerable damage to the human masters.

The eight elite teams were almost crippled.

"The multi-eyed monster has been slain. Brothers, avenge the old swordsman!"

Zeng Wanglou raised his arms and shouted, he could not be like the old sword master who was willing to die for the sake of the people of the world. He had his own pursuits, but he admired cultivators like the old sword master and Grandmaster Xi.

He couldn't let the blood of the old sword master and Grandmaster Xi be shed in vain.

The battle was tense, the outcome was undecided, and elite monks had suffered heavy casualties. It was time for him to contribute.

He held the repaired black umbrella in his right hand and tucked his left hand into his sleeve. He flew side by side with Xu Yuanchang towards the direction where the multi-eyed monster was destroyed. Gray mist filled the air behind them. When the two of them arrived near the eight teams, the black army of black spirits swarmed over them.

Eight teams of monks suddenly rushed out of the fog, led by three hundred fifth-floor monks led by Yu Fengwu.

The other teams are mainly composed of Sanchonglou, which has followed Zhu Zongshan in his battles in various continents.

With the addition of new forces, the shouts of killing shook the sky.

Zhu Zongshan swung his sword to reorganize his troops. The battle was not over yet, and nearly half of the elite troops who had been killed burst into roars of revenge.

Wherever the sword pointed, it pierced, divided, and strangled smoothly, and soul beads fell like rain wherever it passed.

The monks, whose morale had been greatly reduced, shouted "counterattack" and "revenge".

King Shiying and King Wuweng, who were at the back, sighed at the same time.

They didn't expect that Venerable Duomu would be defeated, and defeated so quickly. The souls they collected were wasted. A carefully prepared decisive battle was out of control and was about to be destroyed.

The eight newly joined battle-hardened teams suddenly disrupted the balance of the battlefield.

They looked at each other and decided to abandon the forces of the Mist Source Domain and the Ice Wasteland Domain to avoid trouble later. They could use the forces of the two domains to cover their retreat.

Signals were sent out at the same time, and the chaotic battlefield became even more chaotic.

"You...bastards!"

By the time the top leaders of the Fog Source Domain and the Ice Wasteland Domain realized something was wrong, they had already been abandoned and were in a dilemma of being attacked from all sides.

The sixteen teams attacked in a staggered manner, defeating the groups of intercepting black spirits.

Behind them is a huge team like a snowball, following behind to drive out and annihilate the fish that have escaped the net.

Zeng Wanglou appeared and disappeared mysteriously, and used his black umbrella to cover the two black spirit masters who were besieging Meng Shanhe. One of them was the Gray Scorpion King. He smiled at the seriously injured Meng Shanhe and said, "Leave one for Brother Meng to put out the fire."

Having witnessed the largest decisive battle in history and seen too many lives and deaths, the little resentment he had left towards the Daning Dynasty also disappeared completely.

Meng Shanhe coughed up blood, caught the pill thrown by the other party, and said with a smile: "I appreciate your kindness, but Brother Zeng will do it for me."

Xu Yuanzhang appeared and said, "Master Meng, please take a rest and heal your wounds for a while. I will take care of you if you need anything."

He dived into the small world of the Black Umbrella and released the Yin-Yang Magic Fire Essence to avenge the death of Palace Master Fu.

Only then did Meng Shanhe swallow the pill with confidence.

He was still in shock and almost died from the sneak attack of tentacles that appeared out of nowhere.

Finally I made it through.

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(End of this chapter)