If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

This scene.

It completely shattered the psychological defenses of all human cultivators.

What do you mean by "shared hatred against a common enemy"?

What, joining forces to defend against the enemy?

Faced with such overwhelming power, they are all a joke!

That's the Demon General's late-stage Great Perfection!

A terrifying being who is just one step away from entering the Demon Lord realm (Nascent Soul stage)!

Killing a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator is like slaughtering a dog!

"Run!"

I don't know who started shouting it.

That fragile alliance that had just been established.

It collapsed instantly.

What human righteousness?

What is the meaning of joining forces to fight the enemy?

Faced with absolute fear.

That's all bullshit.

"Get out of the way!"

A disciple of the Hehuan Sect was trying to escape.

He actually pierced through the Wanfo Temple warrior monk who was blocking his way with a single sword strike.

"Get out of here!"

"Let me go first!"

The crowd erupted in uproar.

Everyone fled in all directions like madmen.

This is human nature.

When faced with an invincible enemy.

You don't need to run faster than a tiger.

All you need to do is run faster than your teammates.

Gu Sha watched as his prey fled in disarray.

They didn't rush to catch up.

He waved.

"Since you refuse to obediently become food."

"Then let the hunt begin."

"remember."

"Don't break the golden elixir."

"That's the best supplement."

The order has been issued.

More than twenty demonic figures shot out like ghosts.

This is not a fight at all.

This was a one-sided massacre.

Screams echoed throughout the room.

Those monks who exposed their backs to the enemy.

They became the perfect target.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Dozens more corpses lay on the ground.

But not everyone chose to run away.

"Amitabha."

A Buddhist chant was heard.

A hermit monk at Wanfo Temple stopped in his tracks.

He was covered in blood.

But his eyes were unusually firm.

"If I don't go to hell, who will?"

He turned around.

The hand shovel in his hand slammed heavily onto the ground.

"Today, this humble monk will vanquish demons and monsters!"

"Bald monk, don't try to be a hero all by yourself!"

A blood-red shadow appeared beside him.

He is an elder of the Blood River Cult.

This is the old devil who kills without blinking an eye.

At this moment, however, his face was filled with determination.

"I've killed people my whole life."

"I've never killed a monster like this before."

"Perfect timing to try it out!"

Count me in!

"And me!"

One after another.

Then another seven or eight Core Formation stage cultivators stepped forward.

There is a righteous path.

There is also a demonic sect.

They may each have their own ulterior motives.

But at the moment.

They share a common name—humans.

"kill!"

The ascetic monk was the first to rush out.

Its whole body shone with golden light.

It actually withstood an attack from a mid-stage Demon General.

"The golden body of an Arhat!"

He clung tightly to the demon.

He allowed the opponent's claws to pierce his shoulder.

"Old devil! Make your move!"

"A sea of ​​blood raged!"

The Blood River Cult elder did not hesitate at all.

Even if this skill would burn ten years of his lifespan.

The blood-red waves transformed into a giant blade.

He slashed fiercely at the trapped demon.

"Pfft!"

Demonic blood splattered.

The head of the mid-stage Demon General flew high into the air.

"Killed one!"

"That's enough!"

The elder of the Blood River Cult laughed wildly.

But next second.

Three bone knives pierced his chest simultaneously.

"It was worth it..."

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

It triggered the spiritual power within the body.

"boom!"

The violent explosion blasted the two demons who surrounded them to pieces.

This was an extremely fierce counterattack.

At this moment.

The remaining human elites.

They stood back to back.

There were no fancy tactics.

Only the most primal, life-or-death struggle remains.

"The Great Demonic Disintegration Technique!"

"Burn your lifespan!"

"Please let the ancestor possess me!"

The brilliance of various forbidden techniques shone simultaneously.

That was the last rays of life.

"kill!"

Like moths to a flame, they plunged into the arrogant demons.

tragic.

The only word to describe it is "horrific".

A swordsman with a missing arm used his teeth to bite the hilt of his sword and pierced the throat of a demon general in his early stages. He was then torn to pieces by two other demons.

A ghost cultivator from the Xuan Yin Sect transformed himself into a vessel for the Corpse Explosion Technique, clinging tightly to the leg of a mid-stage Demon General, ultimately perishing together with him.

Blood stained the wasteland red.

This hastily assembled suicide squad was completely wiped out.

No one survived.

But their counterattack came at a price.

When the smoke clears.

The demon squad, which originally consisted of more than thirty people, now had ten more corpses on the ground.

A Demon General in his later stages.

Three Demon Generals in the middle stage.

The six demon generals in their early stages.

This is the price humanity paid for its desperate counterattack.

Gu Sha looked at the corpses of his tribesmen on the ground, and a shadow finally appeared on his usually indifferent face.

He kicked away the head of the swordsman who had bitten his subordinate to death.

"These dregs of medicine..."

"The bones are quite hard."

He originally thought it was just a one-sided massacre.

I didn't expect to break a few teeth.

"Collect the bodies of your clansmen; don't waste them."

The ancient temple coldly gave the order.

He looked up into the depths of the Valley of Broken Souls.

That's where the real feast is.

"Take a 15-minute break."

"Then clean up the battlefield and retrieve the intact golden cores of the deceased Core Formation stage human cultivators. Use some for healing, and take the rest back to the clan to nourish future generations."

"Form a Blood Transformation Array to refine the corpses of the deceased human cultivators into Blood Pills."

"Continue pushing forward!"

......

Thousands of miles away.

Stone Stele Mausoleum.

Deep in the underground cave.

There is no bloodshed here.

There was no killing.

There was only a faint aroma of rice.

Mo Chengyue sat cross-legged on the ground.

He was holding a large spoon.

It was being stirred in a black iron pot.

In the pot.

It is snow-white spirit rice.

There were also a few medicinal herbs that he had picked at random, herbs with calming effects.

It's cooked until it's thick and soft.

The aroma is wonderful.

"Glug... Glug..."

The sound of bubbles bursting.

In this quiet underground cave.

It has a particularly healing effect.

Yu Jianhuan lay on his side on the animal skin.

He was covered with a spare robe from Mo Chengyue.

His face was still a little pale.

But it has regained some color.

She watched Mo Chengyue intently cooking the porridge.

Some trance.

They were not on a perilous ancient battlefield.

They were a young couple living a simple life in a small, ordinary town.

"Junior brother."

Yu Jianhuan couldn't help but speak up.

"There's quite a commotion outside."

Even if there are several layers of formations between them.

She could also vaguely sense it.

The earth trembled.

There's also that chilling fluctuation of spiritual energy.

That was the resentment generated by the fall of countless powerful figures.

"Um."

Mo Chengyue didn't even look up.

I served myself a bowl of porridge.

He blew on the hot air.

"The wind is indeed quite strong."

He handed it to Yu Jianhuan.

The tone was flat.

So,

"This awful weather."

"Perfect for hiding under the covers and drinking porridge."

"As for those people running around outside..."

Mo Chengyue smiled.

His smile carried undisguised sarcasm.

"perhaps."

"They're probably in a hurry to get their lunchboxes killed."

Yu Jianhuan took the porridge.

I took a sip.

The warm liquid slid down my throat into my stomach.

warm.

"Junior brother."

"you say……"

"Let's just lie here and wait."

Is it really possible to find a bargain?

Mo Chengyue also served himself a bowl.

He took a big gulp.

He let out a satisfied sigh.

"Senior sister."

"You must remember this truth."

"In this world."

"Only those who survive."

Only then are they qualified to clean up the battlefield.

"Those so-called opportunities."

"Before it becomes real power."

"They're all just death warrants."

He pointed to the top of his head.

"Let the bullets fly a little longer."

"KDA looks terrible right now."

"Wait until those idiots have used up all their skills."

"I've depleted all my health."

"That's who we are..."

"At harvest time."

Mo Chengyue put down the bowl.

He pulled a small black notebook from his pocket.

Start recording.

[Ancient Battlefield Survival Diary, Day x.]

[Weather: Bloodshed and carnage.]

[Status: Full and satisfied, in a good mood.]

[Note: There seems to be a large-scale battle outside, but it doesn't endanger me from finishing off the enemy.]

Finished.

He put away the notebook with satisfaction.

Looking at Yu Jianhuan.

He revealed a harmless smile.

"Want more?"

"You'll be full."

"after all……"

"I've fed you."

"The critical moment."

"Only then can you take the beating for me."

Yu Jianhuan: "..."

The porridge in her hand.

Suddenly it doesn't smell good anymore.