Chapter 550： counterattack

Wang Changsheng nodded, frowned and asked, "The clan is fine, why are there only a few of you? What about Qingqing and the others!"

Wang Ruyan didn't see Wang Qingqing, her face was sad.

Mo Caiyun shook his head and said, "Qingqing is fine, she was working in the deacon's hall and was in charge of refining tools, but the eighteenth brother and Qingtian died."

Wang Qingshan recounted the fall of Wang Changhao and Wang Qingtian, and when Wang Changhao stayed behind, Wang Qingshan was full of grief and indignation.

"Okay, since I'm on the front line, I'll take care of you all, Qingshan, you don't have to be too sad, life and death have a fate, the eighteenth brother died to save you, don't let his hard work, if you can return safely Once in the clan, I will take good care of his descendants."

The arrival of Wang Changsheng gave Mo Caiyun and others a reassurance.

After so many years of fighting, the resources for immortality carried by Wang Qingshan and others are running out. Before Wang Changsheng left Qinglian Villa, he brought a batch of resources for immortality, all of which were urgently needed by Wang Qingshan and others. Instruments and talismans.

Wang Ruyan was in charge of keeping these things, she took them out and distributed them to Wang Qingshan and others.

A sound transmission suddenly flew in, the content was very simple, and asked Wang Changsheng to go to the council hall.

When he came to the conference hall, Wang Changsheng was completely shocked. There were more than thirty cultivators of pill formation gathered in the hall, sitting on both sides.

He found an empty chair and sat down.

Pill cultivators came in one after another. The expressions of the cultivators present were different. Some had very solemn expressions, some were full of sad faces, and some looked complacent.

Wang Changsheng saw Fang Mu, Fang Mu was still carrying a coffin, his expression was indifferent, and no one talked to him.

Fang Mu is already at the fourth level of the formation of pills, and he doesn't know if he has caught up with the half-demon of the blood bat family last time.

Besides Fang Mu, Wang Changsheng also saw Taoist Ziyang and Huang Fugui.

Not long after, a heavy male voice sounded: "The real Yuan Ying arrives."

As soon as the words fell, eight Nascent Soul cultivators came out from the back of the hall, six men and two women. The strongest breath was an old man wearing a white Taoist robe with a kind-hearted face. The old man wore a goatee and held a white whisk in his hand. , quite immortal.

"This old man is Xu Bin of the Taiyi Immortal Sect, and the person in charge of Ping Yao City. The demon clan invaded, killed my compatriots, plundered property, and enslaved our human clan. Which one is tolerable or unbearable, our seven immortal sects have united Beijiang Xiu The Immortal Realm and the Nanhai Xiu Immortal Realm, attacking the demon clan in three ways, I called you here this time to tell you that we are ready to counterattack, those who have made great achievements will be rewarded heavily, and those who are timid and avoid war will be severely punished."

Hearing this, the cultivator Jiedan was in a commotion and discussed with voice transmission.

Wang Changsheng suddenly realized, he said how the human race is blindly defending, it turned out to be to help. If the Northern Xinjiang Xiu Xianjie and the South Sea Xiu Xianjie join in and attack the demon clan in three ways, the demon clan really doesn't have much chance of winning, if the demon clan doesn't know this The news will definitely suffer.

There are many lines of defense against the demon clan, and Ping Yao City is only one of them.

"The old man is going to divide everyone here into six teams. The captain of each team is the Nascent Soul cultivator, with a number of cultivators. They will move forward according to the delineated route. Each cultivator has multiple foundations. , I'll start assigning teams."

Fifty-five alchemists, ten left behind in Ping Yaocheng, and forty-five cultivators were divided into six teams, Wang Changsheng, Fang Mu and Huang Fugui, who belonged to eight cultivators, Wang Changsheng's cultivator. to be the lowest.

According to the regulations, Wang Changsheng has 50 foundation-building cultivators under his command. Wang Qingqing is an artifact refiner, so don’t go to the battlefield. Wang Changsheng brought Wang Qingshan seven people, not because he wanted to take them on an adventure. , they may be under the jurisdiction of other cultivators of forming pills, and they may be used as cannon fodder.

After the discussion, Wang Changsheng and others left one after another, and the Deacon Hall would send someone to distribute supplies to every immortal cultivator who participated in the war. It could be seen that the Seven Great Immortal Gates were about to move in earnest.

Wang Changsheng was assigned a third-order low-grade attacking talisman, and Wang Qingshan and the others each received a bottle of medicinal elixir that restores mana and two second-order talismans.

Of the fifty base-building cultivators, Wang Changsheng divided them into seven teams, and Wang Qingshan was in the same team.

The Yuanying cultivator who led the team was named Fang Sizhe, who was on the fourth floor of Yuanying.

Yin Shi, the night is quiet.

Six Nascent Soul cultivators and forty-five Pill Formation cultivators flew out of Ping Yao City and attacked the demon clan's residence from all directions.

They have not yet entered the camp of the demon clan, or have released spiritual arts, or sacrificed magic weapons, or controlled puppet beasts, or manipulated huge bone corpses to attack the camp of the demon clan.

All kinds of dazzling auras lit up in the dark night, the huge roars continued, the flames shot into the sky, and the screams continued.

Wang Changsheng followed Fang Sizhe into the demon clan's residence, but he was surprised to find that the demon clan did not have much high-level combat power. Dozens of them, the number of low-level monsters is relatively large, there are tens of thousands.

"Stop them and kill them."

Tens of thousands of low-level monsters released spells at the same time, all kinds of magic lights lit up, and the momentum was amazing.

Fang Sizhe threw out a yellow flag and released a large yellow hurricane, blocking most of the spells.

"Kill them and leave none of them."

Fang Sizhe commanded coldly.

In the Yuan Ying period, the demon clan and the half-demon fled in different directions, and dozens of third-order demon beasts rushed towards Wang Changsheng and others, trying to stop Wang Changsheng and others.

The six Nascent Soul cultivators and the forty-five Pill Formation cultivators couldn't hold back the demon clan at all.

Wang Changsheng's body surface flashed blue light as he chased an ape-like half-demon. The half-demon had a fourth-layer cultivation base, and escaped quickly.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, how about we deal with this monster together? The credit will be divided equally."

Huang Fugui's voice sounded in Wang Changsheng's ears.

According to the pre-war deployment, the corpses of half-demon or third-order monsters at the stage of formation can be exchanged for a large amount of contribution points.

Wang Changsheng's escaping speed is not too fast, and the half-demon's escaping speed is much faster than him Well, fellow Daoist Huang. Hurry up and stop him, don't let him run away. "

Wang Changsheng agreed, and he would join forces with Huang Fugui to destroy this monster without any problem.

Huang Fugui smiled, his body was brightly yellow, his escape speed more than doubled, and within ten breaths, he flew in front of the ape half-demon, blocking the half-demon's path.

Wang Changsheng noticed that there are a pair of golden boots under the feet of the ape half-demon, which is a magic weapon for flying, otherwise the half-demon would not fly so fast.

"Get away from me."

The half-demon let out a roar, and an invisible sound wave flew out, hitting Huang Fugui.

As soon as he turned his palm, a golden spear appeared in his hand. After the light was full, the golden spear extended a hundred times and slammed down towards Huang Fugui. of high temperature.

Huang Fugui's face changed slightly, his sleeve robe shook, and a flying knife with yellow light flew out instantly, slashing at the golden spear.

He opened his mouth, and a yellow shield the size of a slap flew out, which instantly swelled and flew around him uncertainly.

With a muffled sound of "keng", the yellow flying knife was shot and flew out, but Huang Fugui took the opportunity to fly away, avoiding the attack of the golden spear.

Ban Yao glanced at Wang Changsheng behind him, the light of the spiritual boots under his feet soared, his escape speed doubled, and he flew into the distance.

Before he could run far, dense yellow flying needles shot out, and a yellow flying knife slashed from the right side, attacking from left and right.

The half-demon frowned, the golden spear in his hand shook suddenly, and a large spear shadow flew out, smashing all the yellow flying needles into pieces.