At this time, the attack had not yet landed, so some nearby monk groups began to move closer, and in just a few breaths, they arranged and reorganized into a new formation.

Except for a few people who were a little panicked, most of the monks seemed to have practiced countless times and carried out the orders in an orderly manner.

They became an army with orders and prohibitions, and everyone was twisted into a strong rope.

The war between humans and monsters has lasted for hundreds of years. Group wars have changed the ecology of monks. Almost everyone has begun to learn battle formations, and discipline has become a required course.

The giant hand of purple air that covered the sky fell, and the trees in everyone's sight were crushed, and the ground beneath their feet was weighed down by three inches.

In the end, everything returned to calm, the secret realm was in a mess, and only people were left standing.

'The human race obviously does not need my rescue.'

Gu Wen refuted what the Lord of Taiyi City said yesterday. He regarded himself, the number one in the world eight hundred years ago, as the savior, but in fact the human race today is still powerful.

Looking through the secret realm, a mountain-like mandrill slowly stood up in Taiyi City. Shadows enveloped the city. Fists full of burrs struck the towers at the four corners of the city. The earth glowed with light. Countless shackles extended and pressed the mandrill to the ground.

The Taiyi City Formation also has defensive measures internally.

A divine light like ink flew from the east. The Confucian scholar in white held a bamboo scroll and sealed the mandrill with one stroke.

Finally, there was another flash of purple light above the sky in the secret realm.

Gu Wen looked over, and saw a man in purple clothes looking down at the secret realm, and noticed that his eyes met his.

Their eyes met, the latter frowned, stared, looked again, and looked again.

Then ran away.

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Above Taiyi City, inside the large formation.

The mandrill demon saint was suppressed by Taiyi City's formation. The sword characters turned into ink and the Taoist spirit book in his hand fell one after another. Even though the demon's body was powerful, the human Taoist attack clearly exceeded its defense. Soon,

Bloody and bloody stool.

At the same time, the hundreds of thousands of monks in the city were quickly organized after the initial panic and rushed toward the white jade pillars extending from the formation throughout Taiyi City.

Surrounding one hundred and eight jade pillars, on the road, on the eaves, and in the air, countless monks were sitting cross-legged and pouring mana into the formation.

The majestic city that stretched for thousands of square kilometers instantly turned into a killing array cage. Circles of arrays of light extended toward the sky, and nine thousand rings of light occupied thousands of miles of airspace.

This is a matter of course. As a place where humans gather, it is also a large city that dominates an area. Many problems have been considered since its construction. Among them, the enemy's invasion is the most important, and the enemy's attack from within is also considered.

At first, the Mandrill Demon Saint just kept silently and endured, knowing that he could not accomplish anything by himself.

If a demon saint in the human city could be destroyed at will, then the war between humans and demons would not last so long.

But when the Purple Demon Lord did not appear for a long time, and his injuries became more and more serious, the Mandrill Demon Saint began to panic, and his spiritual thoughts were sent to the Purple Demon Lord.

"Ziji Demon Lord! If we don't take action now, when will we wait?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a ray of purple light flew out from the city lord's palace. Lan Yongning slowed down his offensive. The Mandrill Demon Saint was overjoyed and said: "Kill this guy quickly. He has injuries left by our demon ancestor. Qingcang only helped for a short time."

He is suppressed and cannot withstand a long-term battle!"

The demon clan will consciously eliminate the geniuses of the human race. Since there are more demon ancestors than the immortals on the human race's side, not every immortal who stands on the human race's side will do their best.

Three hundred years of war have left countless human beings injured and disabled.

"He's out! He's out! I have to go, I have to escape into the void."

A voice full of panic came, and then the purple light flew away from Taiyi City, smashing a hole in the wall that was already weak due to the imprisoned mandrill.

Lan Yongning did not relax his vigilance, the demon holy mandrill looked frightened and angry, and then in their eyes, a bamboo sword flew out, ran for hundreds of miles, and penetrated the chest of the Ziji Demon Lord.

He vomited blood, looked down at the burrs on the bamboo sword, and said with a sad smile: "If you had come out earlier, I wouldn't have surrendered to the demon clan."

The look in his eyes quickly disappeared, and his figure also fell.

quiet!

The demon holy mandrill's eyes widened, and then he quickly reacted, spitting out a piece of green leaf in his mouth and trying to escape.

How dare you go deep into the human race without a means of escape?

A gust of breeze blows, and the leaves are blown away until only the poles are left.

"Who!? Who is this?"

After searching all around with his spiritual thoughts, he still didn't know who was attacking, and no one responded to him. Only Lan Yongning's attacks continued to fall one after another.

Like a dull knife cutting through flesh, the mandrill demon sage is consumed bit by bit.

The bombardment lasted for three hours, and finally the last breath of life of the Mandrill Demon Saint was wiped out.

At this moment, the sun has set, the chaos in the city has calmed down, the geniuses in the secret realm have come out one after another, and the Tianxuan Conference has been temporarily suspended.

Lan Yongning landed in front of the huge mandrill corpse. Kuang held a salute and greeted the other true monarchs. He bowed his hands and said, "Congratulations, Lord Wen."

"No need to be polite."

Lan Yongning looked at the Ziji Demon Lord who had been brought back not far away and walked quickly with a bamboo sword on his chest, leaning over to check the wound.

Someone among the True Lords complimented him and said, "Wenzun Gong takes part in creation. He can destroy evil spirits with one sword, and he will surely become an immortal in the future."

"I? I don't have this ability. This must be the hand of Immortal Qingcang."

Lan Yongning pulled out his bamboo sword and could only mark the word "Gu" on the blade. For a moment, his face was filled with a look of astonishment.

Is he alive? He's out!
Chapter completed!