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After going through untold hardships, many disciples of Wuliang Sect finally arrived at the dreaded battlefield of the Demonic Tide.

Jiang Qingwu stood at the front of the team, looking at the horrific scene before him that seemed like the end of the world, and couldn't help but marvel in his heart.

Countless monsters were like a surging black tide, sweeping towards them.

These monsters bared their fangs and claws, and kept emitting shrill roars and heart-shaking roars from their mouths. The sounds intertwined and converged into a deafening roar, as if they were going to swallow up the whole world.

Although Jiang Qingwu knew that this mission was extremely difficult and almost a life-or-death struggle, she was still full of firm confidence deep in her heart.

Because she believes that she not only bears the heavy responsibility of protecting her fellow disciples, but also has a determination to never give up. As long as everyone works together, they will surely be able to defeat this terrifying demonic tide!

At this moment, Pei Yi on the side tightly grasped the weapon in his hand that was flashing with cold light, and his eyes, which were always calm and peaceful, now revealed a hint of determination.

Pei Yi knew very well that facing such a powerful and astonishingly large demon tide, if he was careless at all, he would most likely be torn to pieces and his soul would be destroyed.

However, even though he knew the road ahead was extremely difficult, he had no intention of retreating.

At this moment, there was only one unshakable belief burning in Jiang Qingwu's heart - that was to defeat this group of vicious enemies in front of him and thoroughly find out the truth hidden behind this demonic tide!

At the same time, Feng Jingchen was also staring intently at the rolling tide of magic in front of him.

For some reason, when he saw the black beast tide that covered the sky and the earth, a heavy cloud of doubt rose in his heart.

It turned out that the experience he had in the secret realm of Youhuang had left him with a deep impression of the demonic tide, but the scene he saw now seemed different from that time.

What exactly causes the difference between the two?

Zhongli Xiu looked at the surging demonic tide in front of him with a serious expression, his brows furrowed, his brain working rapidly, thinking hard about how to deal with it.

Although he usually appeared calm and composed, at this moment, facing such a massive demonic attack, he couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart.

At this moment, he accidentally caught a glimpse of Feng Jingchen standing beside him. Seeing that he also looked thoughtful, he subconsciously exchanged glances with him...

Feng Ci's heart was pounding as if it was about to jump out of his throat, because this was the first time he faced such a large number of extremely ferocious monsters.

Although he was extremely nervous inside, there was always an unwavering light shining in his eyes as bright as stars.

He knew very well that this life-and-death battle against the demonic tide was by no means easy, but as long as everyone could unite and work together, there would definitely be a chance to overcome the seemingly insurmountable difficulties before them.

At the same time, Mo Yunsheng and Su Chen also held their weapons tightly with solemn expressions.

They clearly understood that the upcoming battle would be unprecedentedly fierce, perhaps even a bloody and brutal fight. But even so, they showed no fear, having already made full preparations in their hearts.

Lin Muci, who was standing not far away, cast his gaze towards the junior master beside him who had a determined look on his face.

Her once delicate hands were now tightly clenched around her sleeves, revealing a sense of determination. Lin Muci also clenched his fists, his gaze fixed on the bloody battlefield ahead, thick with smoke and the deafening cries of killing.

At this moment, she was full of confidence in the final victory, and firmly believed that with everyone's indomitable fighting spirit and fearless courage, they would be able to successfully repel the surging tide of demons.

Looking at the rear of the battlefield, densely packed tents have been erected. Many monks have gathered here to build an indestructible line of defense to resist the invasion of monsters.

At this moment, the entire battlefield was filled with the flashing of swords and the shadows of sabers, and all kinds of dazzling spell lights were crisscrossing, dazzling the eyes.

The two sides were fighting fiercely, and the brutality of the battle was beyond imagination.

At this moment, Jiang Qingwu had just raised her foot and was about to rush into the battlefield resolutely when a hand suddenly reached out and stopped her from moving forward.

Pei Yi's face was filled with worry, and he said anxiously, "Qingwu, don't rush in! Although you once asserted that participating in this battle wouldn't have a significant impact on your future ascension, everything in this world is subject to karma. It's better to be safe than sorry! We must not risk your future and destiny! We can't afford the consequences!"

Jiang Qingwu's brows furrowed, her beautiful eyes fixed on the smoke-filled battlefield ahead, where shouts of killing shook the heavens. She parted her red lips and shouted in a clear and resolute voice, "Brother, at this moment, we cannot afford any more hesitation or concern! Every second of delay will result in the death of more innocent cultivators!"

Pei Yi, standing by, was extremely anxious. She tightly grasped Jiang Qingwu's slender arm with both hands, her expression extremely anxious, and her words were full of worry: "Qingwu, which cultivator in this Dongxu Realm doesn't regard this matter as more important than their own life? You must never take such a risk again!"

However, Jiang Qingwu had made up her mind. With a powerful shake, she broke free from Pei Yi's restraints and said loudly, "Brother, no need to say any more! Now that I've made up my mind, I will never back down, let alone watch so many of my fellow practitioners die in vain!"

At this moment, Feng Jingchen led a group of fellow apprentices and quickly gathered around. Feng Jingchen was holding an extremely sharp sword, and the blade was shining with cold light, as if it could easily cut through anything in the world.

He said to Jiang Qingwu with a determined look, "Junior Master, please let us go first! After this period of seclusion and arduous cultivation, we have all successfully broken through to the late Nascent Soul stage! Today, let us charge into battle for you and carve out a bloody path!"

Zhongli Xiu also echoed, "That's right, Junior-Master! Please believe in our strength, we will definitely not let you down!"

Jiang Qingwu gazed at the determined eyes of the young disciples before her, feeling a surge of emotion and relief. She nodded gently and said, "Okay, if that's the case, then you must be extra careful and never act rashly!"

Following Jiang Qingwu's order, Feng Jingchen and others rushed into the fierce battlefield without hesitation like arrows from a bow.

Their agility and sharp swordsmanship caused enemies to retreat wherever they passed. The other monks present witnessed this scene and could not help but feel a deep admiration in their hearts.

"Senior sister, which sect is this fellow Taoist so brave?" A graceful woman in a green silk dress turned to the older woman next to her with an elegant temperament and asked with a look of amazement on her face.

The older woman raised her eyebrows, spun her body slightly, and kicked away a ferocious monster with bared fangs and claws.

Then, her beautiful eyes moved as she gazed into the distance. An ecstatic expression suddenly appeared on her face as she loudly replied, "Haha, great! It's the Wuliang Sect!"

Upon hearing this, the green-clothed woman's eyes lit up, her gaze fixed on the group of figures engaged in a bloody battle with the monsters. She couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "So these are the disciples of the Wuliang Sect who shone so brilliantly and stole the show in the sect competition!"

At this moment, she happened to see one of them holding a long sword, his figure was as agile as a swallow, and his swordsmanship was exquisite.

Every time he swung his sword, it was as fast as lightning and extremely sharp, accompanied by bursts of whistling sounds, as if a dragon emerging from the sea was unstoppable. All the demonized beasts touched by his sword energy screamed in pain and fell to the ground.

This scene shocked the many monks watching the battle around, and they all started whispering to each other.

"These people from Wuliang Sect are truly brave and fearless! They are not afraid at all in the face of such ferocious monsters. It is truly admirable!" A middle-aged monk with a rough face couldn't help but praise.

"That's right! Look at their skills and momentum, they are obviously masters who have been tempered through thousands of trials and tribulations. With such powerful strength as a backing, this encirclement and suppression of monsters will surely be a great success!" Another thin young monk nearby nodded in agreement.

"That's right! With them charging ahead, we must not show weakness! Let's all work together to repel these abominable monsters!"

Another passionate shout rose from the crowd, inspiring the monks to respond in unison. For a moment, shouts of killing and cheers resounded through the sky, and the atmosphere on the battlefield instantly became heated and tense.

Fellow Daoist Feng wielded his sword with impenetrable force, the sword shadows flashing and radiating a dazzling cold light. His swordsmanship was exquisite and unparalleled, flowing like clouds and water, yet also like the force of thunder and lightning, with unparalleled power and might.

Seeing this, a nearby cultivator couldn't help but loudly encourage his companions: "Look everyone, Fellow Daoist Feng's swordsmanship is so superb! We must not fall behind!"

"Yes!" Another monk immediately responded, "We need to work together and fight side by side to resist these ferocious monsters!" After saying that, he tightly grasped the magic weapon in his hand, his eyes revealing determination.

At this time, Zhongli Xiu's swordsmanship was as steady as a rock. Every sword he swung out carried a tremendous force, like a mountain crushing an egg. It was so majestic that it left no chance for the monsters to breathe.

His moves may seem simple and direct, but they contain extremely profound skills. Often, with one strike, he can force the monster back several steps.

Meanwhile, Feng Ci appeared to be handling the situation with ease. His hands deftly controlled several puppets, like a general commanding an army. Whenever a cultivator was in danger due to exhaustion, he would quickly command his puppets to rescue them.

At the same time, he would throw out formation plates from time to time to repair the formations destroyed by monsters to ensure the stability of the entire battle situation.

With the strong participation of the people from Wuliang Sect, many cultivators who had been in desperate situation and on the verge of collapse were suddenly cheered up and the fire of hope was rekindled in their eyes.

They encouraged each other, becoming more and more determined to defeat the monster. For a moment, the shouts of killing were deafening, the light of magic weapons shone brightly, and they fought bloody battles together with the people of Wuliang Sect.

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted, "Junior brother, be careful!" It turned out that Zhongli Xiu was entangled by several powerful monsters and was unable to escape for a while.

At the crucial moment, a melodious flute sound resounded through the sky. This sound seemed to possess magical power, freezing the monsters in their place.

Immediately afterwards, other monks took the opportunity to rush forward and instantly killed these monsters with their swords.

Zhongli Xiu looked at Feng Jingchen with gratitude, then continued to dance with his sword and attack more monsters.

His swordsmanship was still as steady as a mountain, and every move contained endless power, pouring down like a violent storm, leaving those demonized monsters completely unable to resist.

On the battlefield, blood and slaughter intertwined into a tragic scene. Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and broken limbs were scattered everywhere, which was shocking and horrific.

The monster's scarlet blood flowed freely like a broken dam, dyeing the originally dry and yellow earth red, as if the land had been swallowed by death.

The shouts of the monks shook the sky like thunder and echoed throughout the entire battlefield. They used roars to vent their anger and desire for victory.