Chapter 1112: Overweight offal

After the previous battle, Shen Lang's vital energy has already consumed more than half. After all, he was only a cultivation base in the early stage of Nirvana, and the spiritual power reserve in his dantian was not very sufficient.
While walking through, Shen Lang slowly recovered while holding the Five Elements Spirit Crystal.
"Flap!"
Several flare flare suddenly flew out of the west air.
Shen Lang was shocked, and immediately rushed towards the west of the foot of the mountain at full speed.
On the edge of a swamp to the west of Dashan, fierce fighting is underway.
Hundreds of Chongxiao Temple disciples encountered hundreds of monks in Ju Mozhuang, and the sound of spirit weapons and magical clashes resounded everywhere, and the scene was in a mess, mixed with blood stains of corpses.
This group of Assault Hall teams were not as lucky as Cheng Luo and the others, because compared with the enemy, the strength difference was too great, and the battle situation was almost one-sided.
Although the number of monks in the Ju Demon Village is small, there are five monks in the foundation building period, and one of them even has a cultivation base in the late foundation period!
On the Chongxiao Palace, there were only four monks in the foundation construction period, and the one with the highest cultivation level was the elder He during the foundation construction period.
Encountered a sudden attack by the opponent, the battle was almost a unilateral massacre.
"The disciples of Jumozhuang obey the order, kill all these savage things!" An old man with a pocky face headed by Jumozhuang shouted.
"Yes!"
A large number of Jumozhuang disciples dressed in black robes threw out spiritual weapons and attacked the group of monks in Chongxiao Hall.
The hundred disciples of Jumozhuang have a spiritual weapon, well-equipped, and their strength greatly surpasses the disciples of Chongxiao Palace.
The disciples of Chongxiao Palace were caught off guard in an instant, and immediately cast their spells, forming a simple circular defensive formation, and working together to gather the attacks of the demon village disciples.
Elder He urged the golden pot magic weapon to bite the bullet and resist the attack of the two elders of Ju Mozhuang.
He had already sent out the signal flare, and originally planned to delay the group of monks first, waiting for reinforcements to arrive.
However, before he hit it twice, he saw that the pocky-faced monk threw a black magic blade magic weapon, and a black light appeared from the magic blade, directly piercing the chest of an elder of the Chongxiao Palace.
"No, Elder Wang!" Elder He shouted with his eyes rounded.
The elder Wang convulsed twice, and was killed instantly, and his body fell in the swamp.
An elder of the same family was killed so easily, and Elder He had a numb scalp.
The battle was also one-sided. Seven or eight elite disciples died tragically in the blink of an eye.
The combat power of both sides is really not at the same level. If you continue to fight like this, after a while, everyone on your side will be annihilated!
Elder He yelled with split eyes: "All the disciples of the Chongxiao Palace listen to orders, no need to fight, run away!"
Upon hearing this, a large number of Chongxiaodian disciples ran away, and the defensive formation instantly disrupted.
A group of cultivators in the late stage of Qi-refining in Ju Mozhuang rushed in and slaughtered the disciples of the Chongxiao Palace frantically.
"Junior Sister, let's run!" Su Haoyun looked flustered in the battle, propped up an ice wall, resisting the attack of several cultivators from the Magic Village.
"Master told us that we can't be greedy for life and fear of death!" Xiao Ling'er yelled at her side and tried her best to use ice magic. Two huge ice spears penetrated the chests of two black-robed monks and the white dresses on their bodies. Stained red by blood.
"Damn, I still care about this when I'm going to die, you don't run away, I will run away!" Su Haoyun's face was pale. Although he didn't want Xiao Ling'er to die away, he cared more about his life.
After roaring, Su Haoyun turned around and ran away, too lazy to worry about Xiao Ling'er.
Several black-robed monks rushed forward, and Xiao Ling'er used defensive skills with difficulty, propped up an ice wall, and fought hard to resist.
Seeing the surrounding Chongxiaodian disciples fleeing away, Xiao Ling'er's pretty face turned pale, and she suddenly remembered Shen Lang's previous instructions, no matter what happens, the most important thing is to protect her life.
Biting her teeth, Xiao Ling'er also pulled back and fled towards the forest outside the swamp.
Elder He and the three Chongxiaodian elders are still struggling to resist. Others can escape, but they can't escape if they want to.
"Hmph, a bunch of wild gangsters, let this elder send you to the west!" The pocky-faced monk headed by Ju Mozhuang smiled again and again, and offered a black banner.
The name of this treasure is the Black Wind Banner, which is a medium-grade magic weapon.
Brother Mazi squeezed the flagpole with both arms, and began to shake wildly. Suddenly, strange black winds blew around the swamp.
"Woo~~~"
Giant skulls flew out of the black flag, with blood shining from the hollow eye sockets, and the sound of howling ghosts and wolves came out, which made people creepy.
The disciple of the Chongxiao Temple who was still trapped in the battle heard the whimper of the ghost head and couldn't help feeling dizzy, as if his soul had been injured.
This group of Chongxiao Hall disciples instantly had no ability to resist, and was swept up by a large number of cultivators in the Demon Village.
Three elders during the foundation construction period were also affected.
Brother Mazi continued to shake the Black Wind Banner, and several giant skulls attacked Elder He and others.
In an instant, two elders were swallowed by their skulls, and even one of them was bitten in half.
Only when Elder He urged the golden bowl to release the golden light, he could barely resist the attack of the two skulls. However, it was still hard to beat four hands with two fists, and eventually he was burned to death by the magic flames ejected from many skulls.
Brother Mazi put away the Black Wind Banner, and his old face showed a smug sneer: "The savage trash is really vulnerable!"
"Elder Jin, more than a dozen fish that slipped through the net escaped, should we chase it?" A black robe cultivator held his fist and asked for instructions.
"You don't need to chase a group of small fish during the refining period. The main purpose of our trip is to kill the monks in the Chongxiao Palace and the Cold Moon Palace during the foundation construction period. You quickly collect the spoils and prepare for the next wave of attacks." Brother Mazi is not cold. Talking lightly.
"Yes!"
Several elders behind him immediately clasped their fists and responded.
Just as these cultivators were collecting the spoils of corpses, a young man in white robe suddenly rushed out of the bushes in the distance.
"Huh?" Brother Mazi was stunned for a moment. Someone found them single-handedly. Isn't this looking for death?
The white robe youth is Shen Lang.
Seeing the horrible flow of blood in front of him, Shen Lang's face turned pale, and all the disciples of the Chongxiao Palace disciples were wiped out!
Shen Lang didn't bother to care about the life and death of others. His eyes were like electricity, and his spiritual sense searched the corpse, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, Xiao Ling'er is not among them.
"Boy, who are you?" The two elders from Jumozhuang walked out and yelled violently at Shen Lang.
Shen Lang narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Elder Chongxiao Hall."
"Hmph, overwhelming trifles, die for the elder!"
Brother Mazi snorted disdainfully, and threw out a magic blade one foot long in his hand.
"call out!"
A black light appeared on the surface of the magic blade, and it struck Shen Lang like lightning.