"Puff puff puff puff puff puff!"

The warships were blown up in the air, and the ships were shattered everywhere. None of the deacon disciples on them survived, and they were instantly eroded by the demonic energy and turned into skeletons.

Three gray demon clouds rolled in the back, carrying seven demon soldiers into the battlefield, wrapping up all the fleet, and there was a burst of killing sounds inside.

The movement here immediately attracted the attention of the Lord of Qingyang Peak and Taoist Qingji, and both were shocked!

Although the fleet had already run ten miles ahead, as the late stage of the Golden Pill, his eyes could still barely see a rough idea.

I saw a huge fog filled the demon clouds, three heads and seven or eight feet high, with giant beasts blessed by military souls above my head walking around, wantonly destroying the warships that were fighting stubbornly.

A group of demon soldiers were in groups, interspersing left and right in teams, looming in the demon clouds, searching for and killing the disciples who jumped into the ship and fleeing.

It's like a tiger entering a flock of sheep!

The quality of the Qingyang Peak disciples is one of the best in the human cultivation world, but they are ultimately from the weapon refining sect and their group combat methods are equivalent to artillery troops.

With the firepower suppression tactics of warship artillery fire, once you lose the barrier and tactics, you will be beaten in front of the demon clan with his face and fight. How can you resist it?

While the demon clan pays attention to individual combat power, three demons are formed in groups and five demons are formed in groups. They practice physically and fight with each other from childhood to adulthood. At this time, they break through and kill happily.

Screams were endless, blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and the sampan was flying around, even covering the surging river water below.

There are three demon clouds covering it, and there is no escape from the fish that escapes the net. They can only be trapped in it and called Tiantian and the earth.

How can the Lord of Qingyang Peak sit on this?

Like General Xiong, he also underestimated each other at the beginning.

I thought these demon clans were all mobs, so how could they be opponents of their own sect elites?

I and my junior brother restrained the opponent's main combat power, first let the fleet run out of the canyon and then chase after and break through. This is the established policy.

But with his eyes dark and no knowledge of the information on the cliff forbidden area, who could have expected that this was the direct guard directly under the Demon King. In terms of elite strength, his combat experience was several streets higher than theirs.

In addition, the spirit stone reserves were exhausted, so I couldn't run far and I was caught up and stopped, so it was natural to fall into the purgatory field of slaughter.

The Lord of Qingyang Peak was anxious. If all the disciples and deacons died, what's the point of returning to Ganyun Pavilion alone?

Qingyang Peak is a top Taoist vein and the inheritance left by the ancestors!

I originally strived for perfection, and neither the space turbulence nor the Xiaoyizhou left behind, leading everyone to today step by step.

As a result, the losses were heavy under the obstruction of Lei Fengzi. If it could not be saved, the entire army would be wiped out. How could he be worthy of his junior brother and sister who died before, and how could he be worthy of his ancestors?

When I remembered that when my natal magic weapon broke through Xiaoyizhou, all the chess pieces were scattered as Dui pieces and exploded. The chess soul inside was still in warmth. If I move it, it is very likely that all my soul would be scattered.

However, in the face of the lives of Quanfeng disciples, the natal magic weapon is relatively irrelevant!

"rise!"
Chapter completed!