Everyone has chosen the demon clan, who would still practice seriously?

In front of the altar.

After a day of fierce fighting, Chu Yang felt as if his body had been drained.

Every step you take and every punch you throw requires tremendous effort.

Sweat had already soaked his robe and was constantly flowing down his forehead.

He turned around and looked at the brothers who were fighting side by side.

Everyone looked exhausted.

Their magic power had long been exhausted, but they still held their weapons tightly, not daring to relax for a moment.

As the sky around them darkened and night was about to fall, their mood sank to the bottom again.

While half of the Dark Night Monks on the ground were still in the resurrection state, he grabbed Fang Qing's arm.

"Take the monks with lower cultivation and retreat from the west now!"

"Remember, their camp is to the east! Don't go wrong!"

Fang Qing pulled his arm with her backhand, "Back then during the succession trial, you and She Xiao were willing to sacrifice your lives for us, so why can't I do the same?"

"Do you think we are just playing a joke?!"

Chu Yang's heart warmed up, "Okay! Then let's grit our teeth and persevere together!"

Fang Qing nodded heavily: "Even if I only have one breath left, I must hold them back!"

Tie Zhu was also panting: "This will consume too much energy. Push them to the middle. I will use illusion to trap them for a while!"

"it is good!"

At this moment, sharp sounds were heard from the sky.

That was the sound of someone flying quickly through the air!

The Dark Night Monk and Chu Yang looked up at the sky almost at the same time.

Mingshi was overjoyed and sent out more than a dozen message talismans. Finally, the camp sent people to support!

These damn demons will be killed today without a burial place!

In the dark night, dazzling rays of light gathered from all directions and quickly intertwined.

A huge magic circle was suspended above the head of the Dark Night Monk, emitting a powerful and heart-pounding aura.

"No! Disperse!"

The night lion roared, but it was too late.

Dense sword energy fell from the magic circle, covering the area where the Dark Night Monks were most densely populated.

The screams of the Dark Night Monks were endless. Some of them had their heads chopped off in an instant, while others were pierced by several sword energies and nailed to the ground.

Fang Qing pointed at the Celestial Clan cultivators in mid-air excitedly: "It's them! They're back!"

The morale that had already fallen into despair was instantly reignited!

The demon monks shouted loudly, and the fighting spirit in their eyes was rekindled!

Chu Yang raised the dagger in his hand, which was flashing with cold light, and said, "Brothers, they are back! Go! Kill all the dark night ghosts!"

"Kill all the night ghosts!"

"Kill all the night ghosts!"

The demon cultivators only felt that their bodies were instantly filled with strength again.

Taking advantage of the pause in the sword energy, he rushed forward and knocked those Dark Night Monks to the ground.

This time, not only the demon monks saw it clearly, but the dark night monks also saw it clearly.

There were three big sword energies and more than a dozen small sword energies on the back of the Dark Lion. From a distance, it looked like a hedgehog.

He looked at the majority of the Night Monks on the battlefield who were waiting to be resurrected, and his rage grew even greater.

He grabbed the subordinate who was following him and said, "Didn't I ask you to send a signal for support?!"

"It's been so long! What the hell are you doing?!"

The subordinate was covered in blood, and was still weak and limp after just being resurrected:

"I have sent it. I really have sent it!"

"Send again! Throw out all the communication talismans!"

"Yes!"

More than fifty message talismans flew out and disappeared into the forest in the east.

East Camp.

The moon was still hanging high in the sky, occupying half of the sky, and the pale moonlight fell on the messy woodland.

Amid the body parts and blood all over the ground, Ren Yi, dressed in white, stood there quietly.

Her clothes were stained with large patches of the Dark Night Clan's black and red blood.

The ice-blue chains danced around her in disorder like living venomous snakes.

At her feet were countless fallen bodies of Dark Night.

In this solemn and fierce murderous intent, there was a faint smile on Ren Yi's face.

She looked up at the message talismans flying from afar and exploding in the starry sky.

"Fireworks? They're pretty."

The bodies in front of Ren Yi moved, and the headless upper bodies slowly stood up.

He stretched out his trembling right hand towards the "fireworks" exploding in the sky, as if he was trying to sense something.

Ren Yi still kept looking up at the sky, without moving a step.

But the chains around her body seemed to have suddenly grown eyes and passed through the body with great precision.

Crash-!

The chain pierced through the chest, and the body fell to the ground again, waiting for the Nth resurrection.

The blue chains moved around, stringing together all the bodies that were just beginning to wriggle, and then cross-crushing them.

Ren Yi sighed softly: "Such a beautiful night view, but I don't know how to appreciate it. It's a waste."

She reached out and snapped her fingers.

The densely packed bodies of the Dark Night behind him were engulfed in a sea of ​​fire.

"Add some more color."