The ferocious cries of the Space Devouring Ghost Ants could be heard everywhere. The Buddhist monks chanted Buddha's name and fought with the ants in front of them. At first, there were not many ants that came in and they were extinguished by the monks several times. However, after each extinguishment, more ants came in. After destroying a large number of Buddhist Sect branches, the Space Devouring Ghost Ants in front of them were much stronger than before. They also had a considerable resistance to the Buddhist Sect's cultivation techniques.
The intensity of the battle between the two sides had exceeded that of any other battlefield. Originally, the monks of the Buddhist Sect who were below the Conjoint Body Realm had already gained the upper hand in the battle with the Mixed Moon Desert. However, the Space Devouring Ghost Ants' attack cut off the connection between the front line and the main sect, causing the battle at the front line to be in a state of emergency.
Without the help of the Mahayana Realm monks, none of the branches could stop the surging ants led by the Ghost Ant King.
At this moment, the monks of the Buddhist Sect had already retreated to the main sect. There was no way out.
A large number of Space Devouring Ghost Ants were extinguished by the monks. However, there were also monks who were covered by the surging ants. They fell and struggled painfully in the ants. Then, even their bones were swallowed by the ants.
"Amitabha, calamity, calamity …"
Countless monks chanted with sorrowful expressions. Under the surging torrent of the Space Devouring Ghost Ants, they were trapped in this desperate situation. However, they did not retreat in fear. They swore to die without hesitation. In the end, they still could not stop the Ghost Ant King's attack.
"Junior Brother Mingxin, retreat!"
"There is no way out." Xiang Hua shook his head. He did not resist the ants that were pouncing on him. He just let them land on him. This calamity was caused by him. Perhaps being buried in the ants' stomach was the best ending for him.
Xiang Hua closed his eyes. The ants that landed on him did not bite him. A cloud of black Ghost Qi enveloped Xiang Hua. It was Su Qing who attacked again. In his memory, Senior Apprentice Brother Lu had only accepted Xiang Hua and Yu Xiaoqiao as his disciples. After coming to this world, it seemed that there was only one person called Hong Yue who inherited Senior Apprentice Brother Lu's Dao of Alchemy. Under such circumstances, Su Qing naturally could not let Xiang Hua lose.
There were other monks who wanted to take Xiang Hua back, but they were quickly pushed back by the surging ants.
"Amitabha, the Buddhist Sect has gone through a calamity. Today!" Monk Wujue, who had trapped Lu Xiaotian's original body in the formation, sighed.
Lu Xiaotian's original body had used all his means, but Monk Wujue was the guardian formation of the Buddhist Sect. He could not fight alone. At this point, he was feeling extremely tired. If there was no external intervention, even if he had comprehended to the level of the Mountain River Tier, he would be suppressed like last time. If Monk Wujue was allowed to do as he pleased, he would even be refined in the formation.
The swarm of Space Devouring Ghost Ants that rushed into the Empty Sky Realm could be considered to have resolved the crisis in front of him. Monk Wujue's hesitation was a chance for Lu Xiaotian. Taking advantage of his opponent's hesitation, Lu Xiaotian withdrew the Seven-level Pagoda Dharma Form. Lu Xiaotian took the opportunity to fly to the edge of the formation. With a teleportation ability, he escaped from the formation.
"Evil creature!" Monk Wujue was furious. He stretched out his hands and slapped the air. Palm prints came from afar.
"Elixir King Lu, I'll help you to hold one of them back so that he can't join the formation. You'll have to deal with the rest by yourself." The swarm of Space Devouring Ghost Ants was already fighting with the Buddhist Sect monks. The Ghost Ant King was also a Mahayana Realm ghost. Based on its own strength, it was not outstanding compared to normal enemies of the same level. However, a considerable part of the Ghost Ant King's strength came from its own tribe, so it could not be looked at with ordinary eyes.
At this moment, the Ghost Ant King could naturally see the key to this battle. It could not let Monk Wujue join the formation. Previously, Lu Xiaotian's ability was amazing. Under the formation, he could only hold on bitterly. Even if it joined in, once they were completely trapped in the formation, the only difference was how long they could hold on.
"Let's fight first." Lu Xiaotian did not speak too confidently. Even four out of Monk Wujue were not to be underestimated. Now that they were fighting everywhere, even he could not withdraw directly. Otherwise, once Monk Wujue rushed to another place, the consequences would be disastrous.
A large number of low-level ghost ants surged toward the Ghost Ant King. The crystal ant armor formed was much thicker than before. The Ghost Ant King's body that looked no more than ten feet swelled to more than ten feet. However, the Ghost Ant King's speed did not decrease at all because of the expansion of its body. With a flash of a black shadow, it shot toward the stone Buddha in front.
Lu Xiaotian followed closely behind. He slashed the void with his Fangtian Halberd. Mountain ranges rose one after another, and the river flowed rapidly. It spread in front of the four stone Buddhas.
The four stone Buddhas at the back floated out with their palms. Lu Xiaotian's Seven-level Pagoda Dharma appeared and intercepted two of the palms. The other two palms landed solidly on the ground. Within the long river and the mountains, the mountains collapsed.
At this moment, a large number of swarm of Space Devouring Ghost Ants had already rushed in. The Buddhist Sect directly withdrew from the Empty Heaven Realm. This was because the Empty Heaven Realm not only restricted the swarm of Space Devouring Ghost Ants, but also the Buddhist monks inside. The two sides were already fighting each other. There was no need for them to continue to exist.
At this moment, both the Buddhist monks and the swarm of Space Devouring Ghost Ants were in a frenzy. The Buddhist monks were either bitten by a large number of Ghost Ants crawling onto their bodies, or the Ghost Ants were suppressed into black smoke by the Buddhist monks. Some were even smashed into pieces by magic weapons.
The elites of the Buddhist Sect were all here. At this moment, the Ghost Ant King and Lu Xiaotian were in a fierce battle with Monk Wujue. Without the Ghost Ant King, although the Ghost Ant swarm was extremely powerful, they could not gain much advantage over the elite disciples of the Buddhist Sect. They were even at a disadvantage. However, the Ghost Ants were so ferocious that they did not know what fear was. The deaths of their own kind and the blood of the Buddhist monks only further stimulated these Ghost Ants to become even crazier.
Further away, it was also like the sky was falling and the earth was collapsing. While Xiang Qingcheng was worried about Lu Xiaotian's situation, Demon Monarch Tongtian was also worried about the battle over here. Both sides fought as they traveled and eventually, they moved to a place not far away from their own sect. They could already vaguely feel that the battle on the other side was more intense than theirs. Xiang Qingcheng was slightly relieved. Although Lu Xiaotian was still at a disadvantage, her life was not in danger for the time being.
A group of Mahayana cultivators were fighting in the Buddhist Sect. Wherever they passed, the mountains collapsed and the pagodas collapsed. Buzz. Four palm prints joined together and came down on Lu Xiaotian's head, directly suppressing Lu Xiaotian to the ground. The four stone Buddhas did not give Lu Xiaotian any chance to breathe. From top to bottom, the ground within a radius of dozens of miles sank.
Xiang Qingcheng was secretly worried. He did not see Lu Xiaotian come out for a long time. Unfortunately, she was now trapped by the Void Tribulations and could not leave. The four stone Buddhas' palm prints fell one after another, not giving Lu Xiaotian a chance to come out. A few snowflakes drifted over from afar, but it gave the Mahayana cultivators a sense of sharpness that could cut through anything. As for the cultivators below the Mahayana Realm, they could not see the power of the flying snow. They only felt that it was no different from ordinary falling snow.
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