Feng Ming and Xie Zongyuan traversed thousands of miles and quickly arrived at the banks of the Cang River. The two of them stopped and looked over.
The waves were turbulent here and the river was more than ten miles wide. Standing on the high ground, they could clearly see the layout of every camp on the other side.
However, the Qincang School disciples had come here several times to investigate. As long as they didn't cross the river, the demon cultivators didn't pay much attention.
Xie Zongyuan looked back and said, "Vice-Chancellor Song is here too."
Feng Ming said, "That's good. With one more person, we have a higher chance of success."
Xie Zongyuan smiled and said, "In that case, not a single one of the disciples is left. Isn't Chancellor Feng afraid of unforeseen events?"
Feng Ming said casually, "What unforeseen events can there be? Did Zhenren Xie forget that other than our Qincang cultivators, there are also the old demons from Yuyuan Tribe? With their strength, they can protect the Snake Beheading Cliff. It's just that Vice-Chancellor Song doesn't trust them."
Xie Zongyuan said, "Those who are not of our tribe have different intentions. It's not wrong for Vice-Chancellor Song to think so."
Feng Ming said, "Yuyuan Tribe's current power is all thanks to our Qincang School. We also put in a lot of effort to investigate earlier. Moreover, the elders and nephews of the tribe have all joined the Yaoyin Clan. Zhenren Wei is Zhenren Zhang's disciple. Do we have to worry about him rebelling?"
Xie Zongyuan thought about it and admitted, "That's true. With our Qincang's power, we are far stronger than the Dark North Tribe. It's impossible for them to join the Lord Yuan Palace."
The two of them had just spoken a few words when a beam of light appeared in front of them. The light dissipated and Zhenren Song appeared.
Feng Ming smiled and said, "Vice-Chancellor Song, since you're here, you must agree with my decision?"
Zhenren Song said solemnly, "Chancellor Feng, I will report your actions to the sect. I was unable to advise you in time. If the sect blames me, I will bear the responsibility with you two. However, since I'm here, I will first help you get rid of the enemy in front of us. "
Feng Ming laughed and said, "Then we'll talk about it after the battle."
The three of them stopped talking. All of them gathered their powers, crossed the water and broke into the camp of the Demon Clan. They ignored the guards and went straight to the camp of the Demon Clan.
Not long after, they arrived at the boundary. Feng Ming saw that there was a crude Restriction Array here and he didn't even think about it. With a flick of his hand, he tossed out a dozen lightning beads, instantly shattering the formation plate. At the same time, he took out his sword pellet and slashed in.
On the other hand, Xie Zongyuan withdrew a copper pot and poured it down, causing a jade white stream of water to gush out with a torrential momentum. Like a mountain torrent, it not only destroyed the entire tent. At the same time, he threw out dozens of array flags in all directions, sealing all the places that the water touched within.
Once this formation was formed, for a short period of time, there was no need to worry about anyone barging in from the outside, and they could easily deal with their opponents.
Just as Feng Ming expected, the demon cultivator in the tent did not expect that Qincang School would choose this time to attack. An angry roar came from below, and astral winds surged in all directions. From the black wind and mist, an extremely sturdy man wearing a helmet and armor rushed out. He had a firm expression. His eyes shone brightly, and he had a thick beard that almost covered his chest.
Feng Ming and the other two became spirited. They recognized this person as Demon King Fu Luan, the leader of Wudu tribe. He had already cultivated to the Fourth Transformation Perfection Realm, and if he was eliminated in one fell swoop, there was no need to fear the remaining demons.
After Fu Luan rushed out of the tent in anger, he saw three Nascent Soul cultivators standing in the sky. He couldn't help but be startled. At this moment, he felt a sword light flash above him. He quickly lowered his head, but he heard a clanging sound. Although he dodged, half of his helmet and the bun on top of his head were cut off. His hair was disheveled and he was in a sorry state.
The sword light was still unwilling to let him go. It spun in the air and attacked again. Fu Luan immediately took out a copper hammer and blocked it. With a clang, the sword light was knocked away, but a shallow sword mark was left on the surface of the hammer.
He glanced to the side and saw that his house was surrounded by the formation flags. Looking at the situation, he knew that the other party wanted to kill him. He wanted to leave this place first, so he raised the sledgehammer in front of him and let the sword light cut his body several times. A series of sparks flew, but it couldn't break through his strong armor.
He squatted down slightly and leaped into the air.
Just Now, Daoist Song had not made a move, but when he saw Fu Luan coming up, he took out his horsetail whisk and swept it. Strands of cloud silk floated down like cotton.
Fu Luan did not care about them and wanted to use his sturdy armor to break out. However, when he came into contact with them, he found that he had fallen into a spider's web, and it was difficult for him to break free. Seeing more and more of them, he roared and tried to break free.
However, at this moment, Xie Zongyuan pointed with both hands and a silver ball shot out. It was extremely fast and hit the bridge of Fu Luan's nose, causing blood to splatter.
Fu Luan could not help but let out a muffled groan, and his body leaned back. However, his mana was slightly stabilized, and his injuries were immediately healed. However, it was only a short delay, and the cloud silk had already covered his entire body. He suddenly felt that his body was extremely heavy, as if he was carrying a small mountain on his back. He could not help but fall down, and was actually forced back to the ground.
At this moment, the sword light attacked again, surrounding him and slashing randomly. Fu Luan had no choice but to use the hammer to block left and right. He only focused on protecting his head and ignored the attacks that landed on his body. However, because the cloud silk on his body was heavy, there were a few times when he wanted to soar into the sky, but he was hit back down. Even though he was strong, he could only defend at this moment.
Although it was the first time that Feng Ming and the other two worked together, they had a tacit understanding. They knew that their opponent's skin was thick, and it would be difficult to kill him in an instant. Therefore, they first tried to restrict him to the ground, so they could calmly attack from the sky.
Daoist Song saw that the situation had stabilized, and said, "Fellow Daoists, hold him back."
He took out the sword from his waist and used his mana to guide it into the sky. However, he did not attack the enemy, but he kept absorbing the spiritual vigor from all directions.
This was a famous magic weapon in the Purple Light Courtyard, called the Great Ceremony and Sorrow Sword. When it was used, light shone in all directions, but it still could not hurt people. It had to slowly accumulate spiritual vigor, and when its sharpness was at its peak, it was only a little bit weaker than a real weapon.
Fu Luan looked at the sword light that was hanging high up in the sky. He could feel that the momentum was getting stronger and stronger. He could imagine how powerful the slash would be, and he could not help but feel a sense of danger.
He knew that he had to find a way to stop it, so he took advantage of Just Now. He had already accumulated a lot of mana, so he took a deep breath and shouted.
This shout was like the roar of a tiger or a dragon. Feng Ming and Xie Zongyuan suddenly felt that the spiritual vigor around them was in a mess, and the originally continuous attacks were suddenly messed up.
Fu Luan took the opportunity. He shouted again, and his body instantly grew to a height of ten feet. The cloud threads that entangled his body also broke off one by one. He raised the copper hammer in his hand and hit the sword that was hanging in the sky.
Feng Ming saw this, and took out a flag. He held the long pole with one hand and shook it. In an instant, the ground shook, and even the water in the distance was stirred up. Fu Luan suddenly lost his balance, and his hammer naturally missed.
Xie Zongyuan waved his sleeves and threw a talisman, which landed on Fu Luan's back. The latter felt like something was suppressing his body. In just a few breaths. His body continued to shrink, and he actually returned to his original appearance.
Xie Zongyuan said, "Fellow Daoists, quickly attack. My sword light can only suppress him for half a minute. "
Feng Ming said loudly, "That's enough."
The commotion here had already alarmed all the Demon Divisions. In less than half a minute, in just a hundred breaths, the other three Demon Kings would come to help, so they had to kill him within this time.
Daoist Song pointed at the sword that was hanging in the sky, and there was a flash of light. It slashed down.
Fu Luan was shocked, and he raised the copper hammer in his hand to block. Who knew that the sword light was extremely sharp, and when it slashed down, there was a puchi sound. The sledgehammer was cut in half. Not only that, a small part of his body, along with an arm and a leg, was chopped off. The Great Demon let out a pained howl and fell into the turbulent waves.
Under the joint attack of three great cultivators who had cultivated the Yuanying dharma body, this famous Demon King seemed to be unable to fight back.
It wasn't that he was weak, but that he had too few magic treasures on him, and the methods that Feng Ming and the others used were all restraining him. He could only rely on his strong body and hard armor to bitterly resist. But if any one of the three were to fight against him, they definitely wouldn't be able to defeat him so easily.
But even at this moment, the expressions of Feng Ming and the others didn't relax. This kind of injury would have killed a normal person, but the other party was a Demon King. As long as his magic power wasn't exhausted, and no one paid attention to him, he would be able to regrow his limbs in a few breaths. So the three of them attacked at the same time, and the magic treasures and lightning beads attacked together, wanting to kill him in one fell swoop.
Fu Luan's eyes became incomparably red. He knew that if he hesitated, he would die here. How could he be willing to give up? With a loud shout, he opened his mouth and spat out a cloud of black smoke. There seemed to be thin blood threads spiraling within it, and it actually stopped all the things that were attacking him.
But after doing this, his originally full and sturdy body shriveled up a lot, and the divine light in his eyes dimmed a little.
Xie Zongyuan recognized that this was a mouthful of magic power essence that Fu Luan had cultivated himself. Once he used it, his vitality would be greatly damaged, and his lifespan would be reduced. He could see that Fu Luan was already risking his life. Just as he was about to add more force, he heard a rumble, and the formation flags all shook. At the same time, the silvery-white water that had soaked half of the flagpole also decreased a little.
He was shocked, and said, "There's a Demon King rushing over from outside. This formation can only last for a few dozen breaths at most. The two of you, quickly act."
When Fu Luan heard this, it was as if he had seen a life-saving straw. He desperately activated his blood essence and magic power without caring about anything else.
Feng Ming pondered for a while, then said, "I'll leave this to the two of you. I'll go meet the people outside."
He turned around and went out of the formation. He saw a Demon Cultivator with long hair on his face, long arms, and short legs standing outside. This person only wore a green robe, and a long belt was tied around his waist, which was casually knotted. He held a Wolf Tooth Mace with both hands, and was constantly smashing the formation. Seeing him come out, he suddenly jumped back, and a white light shot out from his hand.
Feng Ming didn't know what was going on, so he didn't dare to use his protective light to block it. He dodged, but at this moment, the Demon Cultivator jumped forward again, and actually jumped close to him. The Wolf Tooth Mace smashed down with a fierce wind.
Feng Ming was about to dodge again, but he suddenly felt as if his body was being pulled by a strong wind, and he couldn't move. He knew that he had fallen into the trap of a Strength Path cultivator's magic power. Just Now, the three of them were fighting with Fu Luan, and they had been trying to avoid such a situation. They didn't expect this opponent to be so cunning, and they fell into it when they weren't paying attention.
However, he didn't panic. He waved the flag in his left hand, and the Demon Cultivator heard a loud sound next to his ears. He felt the world spin, and his mace naturally hit nothing.
Feng Ming guided with his mind, and a sword light slashed out. The Demon Cultivator didn't have time to dodge, but he wasn't wearing armor, so his body was extremely nimble. He actually tilted his shoulder at the last moment, and only a small wound appeared, but it healed in the blink of an eye.
While he was dodging, Feng Ming stretched out his hand again, and used a Heaven and Earth Lock Technique. This technique wasn't very useful against Strength Path cultivators, and they could escape with just a light struggle. However, the Demon Cultivator Just Now Dodged the sword light, so he couldn't help but pause.
In just a breath's time, Feng Ming waved his sleeve, and released a golden net, which covered the Demon Cultivator's head.
The Demon Cultivator instantly felt that something was wrong, and he didn't dare to touch the net at all. He actually threw away the Divine Weapon in his hand, and then he curled his body into a ball, and suddenly turned into a wisp of white smoke. He wanted to crawl out of the hole in the large net.
Feng Ming sneered, and the flag in his hand waved again. With a rumble, the surrounding scenery seemed to be turned upside down, and the Demon Cultivator immediately fell out of the white smoke. The golden net just happened to fall, and it trapped him firmly.
Feng Ming took out a spell, and the net suddenly retracted. Where it came into contact with the Demon Cultivator's body, the sound of metal rubbing against metal could be heard, but the Demon Cultivator wasn't hurt at all, and he was still struggling inside.
He was also secretly surprised, but the golden net was used by Elder Xun in the past, and he had once used it to strangle a Demon King to death. He didn't expect that he couldn't take care of the Demon Cultivator in a short time. Just as he was about to use his magic power again, the Demon Cultivator spoke at this moment, "I'm Ape Tribe's Demon General Li Xu. I know the rules of your Qincang School, and if you kill me, how much merit do you get? But if you're willing to let me go, I'm willing to swear an oath to help you kill the other two. "
Feng Ming asked: "The other two?"
The demonic cultivator sneered and said, "Since you're here, you must've already inquired about the situation in my camp. Why bother asking?" Then he closed his eyes and said, "Life or death, you can decide it with a word."
Feng Ming made some calculations, right now, among the tribes of Northern Dark, Ape Tribe was the strongest. This Demon Cultivator was rank four after all, he must know a lot of information, and he seemed to be tactful, it was useful to let him live.
Inspiration surged beside him, Xie Zongyuan and Reverend Song came out, he turned around and asked: "How is it?"
Xie Zongyuan said: "Fu Luan has already been beheaded."
At this moment, the three of them seemed to have sensed something and looked up into the sky. They saw two more demonic cultivators coming from afar, but they realized that they seemed to have arrived a step too late, so they held their divine weapons and stood in the air with extremely vigilant expressions. They looked at the three of them from over five kilometers away and did not come over.
Reverend Song saw that the two wanted to fight, he quickly said: "You two have already achieved your goal tonight, this expedition to Qincang is also to temper your disciples. If we kill all the Great Demons, all the tribes will definitely scatter, and it will be even harder to kill them. Moreover, we have expended a lot of magic power, if we continue fighting, we will not be able to defend against any changes, it is better to stop while we're ahead."
Feng Ming said: "Let's do as vice dean Song says." He lifted the Demon Cultivator in the net and rode astral winds, slowly retreating towards Snake Slaying Cliff with Song and Xie Zongyuan. Not long later, the three of them vanished into the night.
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