The brilliant glow quickly dimmed, not because the sun had set, but because it was blocked.

The boundless monster seemed to have been planning for a long time and was dormant patiently. At this moment, the mountain protection formation was closed, and the hundreds of thousands of monsters screamed and flew up, blocking the sky in an instant.

The sharp shouts attracted people's attention. The confrontation over the past month had already caused the disciples of the Dao Sect to lower their vigilance, especially... Today's sunset was so beautiful, no one would have thought that the mountain-protecting formation would be broken from within.

…

"ah!"

There seemed to be a brief silence, and soon, a shrill scream cut through the mountains. It was an outer disciple at the foot of the mountain, near the edge of the formation. He was holding a bucket in his hand, as if he had just returned from fetching water, but

became the first victim.

A nearby monster pounced on him, biting his chest easily, swallowing the internal organs in big mouthfuls. The bucket fell to the ground, and rolled down. The shrill screams became weaker and weaker, and soon disappeared completely.

And as if this sounded the horn of attack, countless monsters with wings swooped down and massacred the nearest outer sect disciples.

Their sharp claws pierced the young chest, swallowing limbs and life in their bloody mouths.

This scene happened so fast that no one could react.

After about ten breaths, on the nine peaks of the inner sect, countless inner sect disciples finally came to their senses. They immediately clenched their swords with pale faces and rushed out, but they looked at the enemies in the sky and were at a loss what to do.

"The formation is broken! The formation is broken!"

Someone exclaimed, so people looked at the mountain peak where the hub of the formation was located in horror.

His face was full of shock and confusion.

They didn't understand why the mountain-protecting formation suddenly collapsed.

Suddenly, on the main peak, a sword light flew out of the main hall. The Great Elder's face was as cold as the ice of the far north, and her body was shaking with anger and disbelief. With red eyes, she looked at the collapsed pavilion and the scattered black clouds.

Angry, a shout full of anger exploded across the peaks:

"Zhou Ming! It's you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure filled with black energy burst out from the collapsed pavilion. The figure was wearing a Taoist robe and had a gloomy face. Behind him, he was actually waving two jet-black wings.

"Senior Brother Zhou..."

"It's Senior Brother Zhou...he closed the formation!"

"Traitor! Traitor!!"

Among the peaks, countless disciples were waking up from a dream, cursing angrily, and the Great Elder decisively swept them away with a sword light!

However, Zhou Ming seemed to have been prepared, waving his wings and flying back, looking at the sky and shouting: "Master, save me!"

Immediately, a jet-black turbid air descended from the sky, rolled up Zhou Ming, and pulled him into the sky. The huge demon king slowly rose from the edge of the mountains.

Its scarlet eyes looked down at Zhou Ming, and it let out a harsh laugh in his flattering smile, as if it was extremely proud of this skill.

After laughing, its cold eyes swept across the mountains, and it actually said human words: "Kill!"

After receiving the order, one hundred thousand demons turned into whirlwind and swept down, fighting with the disciples.

"Fight! Fight!"

The great elder shouted angrily, and the other peak masters and elders in the group of peaks also woke up from their training and hurriedly drew their swords to fight.

However, this attack was too sudden and the disparity in strength was too great. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of disciples died.

…

At the foot of the mountain, by the stream.

Yi Xiaohe looked up at the sky with a pale face, looking at the demon king's side, Zhou Ming, who was bowing and smiling, angrily drew his sword and killed several monsters that were surrounding him, and said in a trembling voice: "Zhou Ming! Why!?"

In the sky, Zhou Ming frowned when he heard the sound, with a little affection in his eyes:

"Junior sister, the world is over, why bother to resist? I hope to survive by relying on the great formation, but what's the point? Isn't it going to end in a tragic death? It's better to abandon the dark and turn to the light, turn to demon magic, and assist the master. This is the bright way."

After a pause, his faint scarlet eyes showed a hint of greed, and he said:

"Junior sister, why don't you follow my advice and persuade the leader to surrender? When the time comes, I will ask the Lord to teach you the supreme demonic method. You and I will become a spiritual couple. Wouldn't it be better to seek immortality together than to die miserably in the wilderness? You..."

The more Yi Xiaohe listened, the angrier she became. Tears rolled down her eyes with clear black and white eyes. She suddenly shouted angrily:

"Go away! You traitor will die!"

After saying that, he activated the golden elixir and slashed a sword light towards the sky. It was dispersed by Zhou Ming with a wave of his hand. Then his face turned cold and his ferocity showed. He held the black mist in his hand and was about to attack Yi Xiaohe, but was stopped by another person.

A sword light blocked him.

"Xiaohe, go quickly!"

The great elder shouted and faced Zhou Ming with his sword. The mountain-like demon king seemed to be in no hurry to attack, and his blood-stained eyes were full of mischief.

At this moment, clouds were rolling in the sky, and it was as dark as night. Above the nine peaks, there were sounds of killing, and monsters were attacking in groups. The disciples with low cultivation levels were almost dead in an instant, and only those with advanced cultivation levels were still struggling to hold on.

In mid-air, Zhou Ming was no match for the Great Elder. He relied on his demon skills to barely resist for two rounds and then hurriedly fled backwards. The Great Elder was chasing after him, but he saw that the Demon King who had been watching finally moved, and black mist filled the air.

There was a flash of blood, and the great elder who had cultivated in the transformation stage vomited blood and flew backwards like a kite with its string broken.

"Master!!"

Yi Xiaohe shouted sadly and looked around. She saw smoke billowing and blood filling the air. She couldn't help but feel desperate. However, in the next second, she heard only rumbling and explosions in the peaks, and a breath rose up.

Under the instinct of danger, the demons retreated one after another, and the fighting stopped. The demon king also stared at the past and said word by word: "Yi Jiufeng!"

The next second, I saw a thin old man walking towards me.

Yi Jiufeng's face was as heavy as water. He held a sword in his right hand and threw an object towards a peak master with his left hand. He said in a deep voice: "Disciples of the sect, withdraw into the back mountain!"

After saying that, his broad robe and big sleeves were rolled up in the strong wind, his beard and hair were flying, his eyes were blazing, and he charged towards the Demon King with his sword!

The sky brightened slightly, and above the nine peaks, the remaining disciples looked up to the sky one after another, with excitement on their faces. Then they clasped their fists and said yes, and withdrew their swords towards the back mountain.

Yi Xiaohe also took a deep look at his father, wiped away his tears, found his unconscious master, and fled the battlefield with the other brothers and sisters.

Hundreds of sword lights pierced the dark sky, and in a few breaths he had retreated into the back mountain, fleeing towards a deserted hill in the innermost part. Immediately, the peak master sacrificed a small white jade pagoda that Yi Jiufeng had thrown to him.

, the tower heard the wind and turned into a phantom in its breath, covering the mountain peak.

Many disciples recognized that this was the sect's most precious treasure, a treasure passed down by the founder of the Tribulation Tribulation. Although it was not as good as the mountain-protecting formation, it was also an extremely terrifying defensive weapon.

"Look!"

The disciples landed on the mountain and saw the white tower shrouded in the sky. They felt a little relieved and then looked back to the sky. There were dark clouds rolling in and swords blazing across the sky. They could not see clearly the details of the battle with their eyesight.

More than ten breaths later, with a shocking loud noise, a thin figure fell from the sky.

"It's the leader!"

someone exclaimed.

The peak master immediately opened a gap in the phantom of the white tower. The disciples rushed to help the leader, but they saw that Yi Jiufeng's white robe was stained with blood, his breath was disordered and weak, and his right arm was twisted abnormally. The dignified Mahayana monk unexpectedly

Too weak to stand!

"Head!"

The disciples cried and gathered around him and hurriedly fed him the elixir.

At this time, the demon king seemed to be injured, and roared angrily, and a hundred thousand demons rolled in like a dark cloud, crashing crazily and biting the phantom of the White Tower.

Densely packed, covering every gap.

The phantom of the white tower immediately flickered, as if it was about to collapse, but for a while, it could not be broken.

Seeing this scene, the remaining hundred disciples of Dao Dao Sect all turned pale and despairing, knowing that they were in a desperate situation.

The Demon King is injured and will not attack for the time being, but the White Tower is not as good as the mountain-protecting formation. It probably won't last long before it breaks open. In the meantime, no one among them will be spared.

On the barren mountain, there was a moment of dead silence, and despair permeated the faces of every disciple.

Faintly, some disciples actually cried and sobbed non-stop.

"Why are you crying? A real man will die eventually! Instead of fleeing into the wilderness like those sects whose spines were broken and being killed by the monsters, it is considered a worthy death!"

A tall disciple stood up angrily and scolded.

Another thin disciple sitting on a barren mountain silently swallowed the elixir, pulled off a corner of his robe with a sharp sound, wiped the long sword stained with black blood, and said: "If you have the energy to cry, why not wait a moment?"

Kill a few more and it will be enough for you to die."

The crying gradually subsided, but the feeling of defeat became stronger and stronger. In the battle of Kunhe, almost half of the sect's elite were lost in that battle, and most of the remaining ones were young disciples with low cultivation and lack of experience.

Now that I see myself in a desperate situation, and then I think about the teachers and friends around me who have been with me day and night, most of my friends are buried in their graves. How can I stand up from the sadness that comes from this?

Even those few who seem heroic are not expressions of helplessness in a desperate situation.

Suddenly, a female disciple wailed: "The great elder is gone!"

When everyone looked around, they saw several disciples kneeling beside the great elder, already sobbing!

The remaining disciples couldn't hold it any longer when they heard the sound, and burst into tears. Suddenly, under the dim sky, there were endless bursts of mourning!

Yi Xiaohe, who was guarding the leader, trembled when she heard the sound, almost heartbroken. Her master had died, her father was seriously injured, and her master was about to be destroyed. Her face was gray and filled with the will to die.

I want to commit suicide, but I am extremely unwilling to do so!

"Ahem!"
To be continued...