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Chapter 129 Enemy Attack

Sometimes, what you see after tearing apart the fog is hope.

And sometimes, what you see after tearing apart the fog is an even more despairing night.

The fat elder's cultivation was profound, and he was able to shatter the surrounding fog with just one stroke. However, when he saw the group of people behind the fog, he subconsciously took a breath of cold air.

There were more than thirty of them in total, and all of them had a sinister aura, and most of them were in the Xuan Ying stage.

The man and woman standing at the top, judging from their auras, are both at the top of the Zifu.

The man has a strong build and a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows, and looks quite majestic.

The woman was wearing a black dress and looked to be in her thirties. Her eyebrows were charming and her every smile exuded strong charm.

"The Bloodthirsty Sect." The fat elder looked shocked, looked at the man and woman at the top, and said coldly: "It's really a big deal. In order to hunt down our group, even the twelve helmsmen came two times. indivual."

The fat elder had also fought against demonic cultivators in his early years. Just from the blood evil aura of this group of people, he could infer that this group of people came from the Bloodthirsty Sect. As for the leading couple...

They are none other than Ying Wuwei and Yin Yuhua, among the twelve helmsmen of the Bloodthirsty Sect.

The Bloodthirsty Sect has one sect leader, four deputy sect leaders, twelve rudders and a number of elders. Although the status of the rudder is only slightly higher than that of the elders, after all, he is the rudder of the Bloodthirsty Sect and must at least be a Purple Mansion. If you put it somewhere else, even if you start a sect, it's not impossible.

And these two people who came this time are considered extremely powerful among the twelve rudders...

Not only because of their cultivation, Ying Wuwei and Yin Yuhua, as a couple, have practiced a double skill, and once they join forces, their power is astonishing.

These two people once worked together to seriously injure a Yin Shen stage monk... Although the two of them were also seriously injured, this kind of record was already extremely powerful.

After all, once you step into the Yinshen, you can understand the great ways of heaven and earth, and thus realize magical powers. It would not be an exaggeration to say that when a monk from the Yin Shen stage faced off against a Zifu stage monk, it would be a grandpa beating his grandson.

Now that these two people come together, this time it can be said that there is a lot of misfortune and misfortune.

A sense of determination rose in the fat monk's heart. He knew that he was doomed this time. After all, the sect leader riding the spirit boat with them this time was not a Yin Shen stage monk...

"Mo Qingzi, why don't you come out? If you don't take action, all these disciples will probably die here." Ying Wuwei waved his hand, and in an instant, intense pressure was exerted on every disciple on the spirit boat.

Those who were slightly better could still barely stand, while those with lower cultivation levels were directly pushed down onto the spirit boat by this coercion...

"Ying Wuwei, you are really brave. You actually came to intercept my Mo Yuanzong's spirit boat." A sharp roar sounded, and then an old man in purple robe slowly walked out from the bottom of the boat. With a slight stamp of his feet, Ying Wuwei was intercepted. The pressure exerted was shattered.

"You are really old." Looking at the gray-haired Mo Qingzi, Ying Wuwei laughed without restraint: "How many people do you need to send to deal with you? You are only half a Yin God. You really think of yourself as a Yin God monk. "

Yin Yuhua beside him covered her lips and smiled sweetly.

"Old man, you don't really think you can defeat us together, do you? The Yin Shen monks have to shed a layer of skin when they meet us, let alone a fake like you."

Although Mo Qingzi had a stern look on his face, he felt more helpless in his heart.

He knew that these two people were right. If he had stepped into the underworld, what happened today might not be a big crisis, but it was a pity...

He failed at the Heart Demon Tribulation and failed to break through to the Yin God for the first time. Even if he took various heavenly materials and earthly treasures and even succeeded in breaking through again, he could only be a half-step Yin God.

Although the half-step Yin Shen also has the word Yin Shen, his strength is only half of that of the ordinary Yin Shen early stage monks. Moreover, the path to immortality is cut off, and there is no possibility of further advancement in the future.

With Ying Wuwei and Yin Yuhua teaming up, he really doesn't have much chance of winning.

but……

"Hmph, let me follow my move first." Mo Qingzi took out his ink pen and quickly wrote the word "kill". As soon as the last stroke was written, "kill" disappeared in mid-air. The next moment, Yin Yuhua, who was smiling sweetly, suddenly stopped, then suddenly took a few steps back, her face became a little pale, and she even vomited A mouthful of blood.

"It's a pity that I didn't kill you." Mo Qingzi shook his head, his face gloomy.

If he was really a Yin God cultivator, he might be able to kill Yin Yuhua directly with just this move, but it was a pity that his strength was not as good as it was, and the spell he cast was also tangible and intangible.

"Old man, it's your turn next." Ying Wuwei glanced at his wife worriedly, and then disappeared instantly. After a breath, he appeared in front of Mo Qingzi and slashed her with his sword.

Mo Qingzi raised his pen to block the edge of the sword, and retreated continuously under the tremendous force.

Seeing that he was about to be forced out of the spirit boat, he drew blood beads on his fingertips and drew the word "domain".

The next moment, he and Ying Wuwei disappeared together.

The fat monk immediately understood what the sect leader was doing...

If it's one-on-one, Mo Qingzi has a good chance of winning; but when the couple joins forces, it can almost be said to be a desperate situation.

Now Mo Qingzi has brought Ying Wuwei into an unfamiliar domain. If he can successfully solve it and then come out to deal with Yin Yuhua, the situation will definitely improve.

But only if they can hold on until then...

The fat monk glanced at Yin Yuhua, but he still didn't have much hope in his heart.

He is only in the middle stage of Zifu, and may be able to hold back Yin Yuhua, who is at the peak of Zifu, but the other elders and disciples on the spirit boat may not be able to withstand the attack of these demonic cultivators.

The opponent exceeds our own in quantity and quality, and even the retreat route has been surrounded. How can we fight?

But now there was no room for him to hesitate.

"All the disciples are facing us. We only need to wait for the sect leader to deal with Ying Wuwei, and these demon thieves will have nothing to fear." The fat monk roared, "There may still be a chance of survival in a head-on confrontation, but running away at this moment is certain death."

After saying that, he strode forward, raised his pen and pressed towards Yin Yuhua.

……

Bai Xiaoxiao's face was pale. She had never experienced anything like this before. Now that the situation was so critical, she was somewhat afraid.

She took a deep breath, and then quickly swung a few strokes, and the ink marks struck the demon cultivators like sword energy.

The other disciples seemed to have reacted, and one by one they hurriedly used various spells to try to fend off the Bloodthirsty Sect's attack.

The spirit boat had specialized spirit cannons and formations, as well as a few powerful elders. After a chaotic battle, they actually repelled several waves of attacks.

But the situation has not improved much.

After so many waves, the disciples and elders of Mo Yuanzong were exhausted. Every time they wanted to take the elixir, they would be interrupted by several demon cultivators rushing up again.

However, a group of demon cultivators adopted a war of attrition method and did not devote themselves to the attack. Instead, they wantonly consumed the spiritual energy of everyone in the spirit boat.

Seeing that the disciples of Mo Yuanzong were approaching their limit, a crack suddenly appeared in mid-air.

Then Ying Wuwei walked out of the crack quickly and threw Mo Qingzi's head onto the spirit boat.

(End of this chapter)