Chapter 412 Monster Reinforcements
Xu Zhenfeng handed the Huangjing ball he had rolled out from somewhere to Qingyi.
I thought she would think about it, but I didn't expect her to take it without hesitation and put it into her mouth and swallow it.
This surprised Xu Zhenfeng for a moment.
All the high-quality monsters brought by Luling Demon Saint and his men were caught one by one by the high-quality wolf demons brought by Lang Wumiao and led to the other side for battle.
Even so, the remaining monsters were several times more numerous than these wolf monsters.
Lang Zhenhai ordered all the wolf monsters to form their own battle groups, but each battle group was completely surrounded by monsters.
The wolf demons were all fighting hard, and the monsters were even more fearless and kept coming one after another.
After Qing Yizi used the pill given by Huang Jing Doll, he adjusted his breathing for a short while, then suddenly stood up and looked towards the northwest, in the direction of the endless coast, in the circle of wolf monsters.
Xu Zhenfeng always looked at her involuntarily. At this moment, he saw her suddenly stand up and look to the west vigilantly.
"What's wrong? Did Miss Qing find anything wrong?"
Before Qingyi could answer, Xu Zhenfeng's expression changed drastically.
"There are demons coming over there."
He hurriedly said to Lang Zhenhai beside him: "Brother, let's team up..."
"Don't unite, all retreat to the south. Our Qingqiu Region is over there."
Qingyi interrupted Xu Zhenfeng and raised her hand to point to the south.
Xu Zhenfeng nodded immediately and signaled to Lang Zhenhai, asking him to command the wolf demon team to retreat in the direction pointed by Qingyi.
After Lang Zhenhai's several shrill wolf howls, all the wolf demon teams fighting on their own desperately rushed towards the south.
Xu Zhenfeng looked towards Lang Wumiao anxiously.
Lang Wumiao was still dragging Demon Emperor Tuntian tightly. Monk Wukong had already beaten Demon Saint Luling so badly that his body was a little scattered, but this guy just wouldn't die.
After turning into mist again and again, it gathers together again and again with difficulty.
"Monk Wukong, if you don't deal with your problem, don't even think about drinking my good wine anymore."
Xu Zhenfeng shouted anxiously in their direction.
"What? There's still wine? Little guy, if you take care of all the wine for the monk in the future, today I'll let you see the big monk's tricks."
"Okay, okay, hurry up, within ten breaths."
Monk Wukong originally wanted to save some magic and slowly wear down the Luling Demon Saint, but he realized something was wrong at this time. He smashed the whistle stick in his hand again at the Luling Demon Saint who had just gathered his body.
The whistle flew out of his hand, and a dazzling golden light emanated from his body again. His whole body was several times faster than the black magic nails of Luling Demon Saint, and flew towards Luling Demon Lord.
The Luling Demon Saint himself didn't know what was going on. He clearly saw the whistle coming, but he couldn't dodge it in time, and could only transform into magic mist again and again to reduce the damage.
This time when the whistle stick came down, he was helplessly transformed into magic mist again. When he was struggling to gather his energy, Monk Wukong, with a golden glow all over his body, had already flown between the two groups of magic mist that he had not yet fully gathered.
As Monk Wukong used his body to split the Luling Demon Saint, who was about to gather together, into two groups of magic mist again, the light on his body suddenly magnified countless times.
The golden light stung Xu Zhenfeng's eyes, who had been looking at them, so much that they felt extremely painful. Suddenly, their eyes turned black and he could no longer see anything.
All he could hear was the shrill screams of the Demon Saint of Luling.
Xu Zhenfeng quickly retreated back into the circle of wolf demons. When he looked over there again, he saw that the golden light from Monk Wukong had enveloped the two groups of magic mist separated by the Demon Saint of Luling.
The screams of the Demon Saint of Luling continued.
On Lang Wumiao's side, the Sky-Swallowing Demon Emperor, who was fighting with her, wanted to come to the rescue, but was held back by Lang Wumiao's desperate fighting style.
"Luling, the soul escaped."
The Sky-Devouring Demon Emperor was unable to rescue them for the moment and could only yell at them.
Monk Wukong laughed loudly, "Don't dream. If his soul escapes, who will you ask for wine?"
As Monk Wukong's voice rang out, the screams of Luling Demon Saint also came to an abrupt end.
The golden light that enveloped him and the Luling Demon Saint also gathered back into Monk Wukong's body.
However, there was only Monk Wukong there, and the Demon Saint Luling had disappeared without a trace.
The monk took a soul crystal the size of a goose egg and put it in his arms. He flew towards Lang Wumiao and said:
"As expected of the top genius of the demon race, he is almost approaching the ultimate demon crystal."
When the Demon Emperor Tuntian saw this scene, he was so angry that his eyes were bloodshot. He roared loudly, took the attack from Lang Wumiao, and rushed towards the direction where Monk Wukong was flying.
Monk Wukong still wanted to fight two against one with Lang Wumiao, but seeing that Lang Wumiao was unable to hold back Demon Emperor Tuntian, the Demon Emperor was already rushing towards him.
The monk was startled, and his figure, still in mid-air, flew out in the opposite direction without stopping.
Lang Wumiao hurriedly chased after him to intercept him.
At this time, the large and small teams on Lang Zhenhai's side had already retreated to the south. The demon team was unable to stop the wolf monsters who were desperately retreating southward, so they could only chase them southward.
The big monk ran around the periphery of a circle of several wolf demons that were surrounded too tightly and were retreating slowly.
The monsters surrounding the wolf demons became visibly thinner.
The wolf demons took advantage of this opportunity and quickly caught up with the other wolf demon teams in front.
The Devouring Demon Emperor was so angry that he roared repeatedly, "What a shameless person of the seventh rank of the Heavenly Rank, to attack a lower rank cultivator. Is this the character of a human cultivator like you?"
Monk Wukong approached Lang Wumiao and laughed, "Don't mention that they are all Earth-Profound Level 2 monsters. Even if they are all Yellow Level 1 monsters, it's just a sneak attack if the monk says so. What can you do to the monk?"
The Sky-Swallowing Demon Emperor roared in anger and wanted to imitate Monk Wukong and attack those wolf monsters, but Lang Wumiao had already caught up with him.
Two consecutive desperate magic attacks forced him to retreat again and again.
Seeing Lang Wumiao chasing after them, Monk Wukong also came over.
At this time, the Demon Emperor Tuntian hated Monk Wukong so much that he saved all his killing moves from Lang Wumiao and used them on Monk Wukong.
Monk Wukong was in danger again and again, so he had to pull Demon Emperor Tuntian to fly a kite again.
This time, he led the Earth-Swallowing Demon Emperor and rushed dozens of feet to the north. Lang Wumiao followed behind with a mixture of anger and amusement.
Far away, in the northwest direction, beyond the endless coast, a horizontal black line appeared on the horizon.
At first, this black line looked like a line, but as the distance between the black line and the others got closer, it looked like a black wave surging towards Lang Wumiao and the others.
Lang Wumiao immediately turned around and rushed towards Lang Zhenhai and his team which were retreating to the south.
In just a few breaths, she came to the battle group where the wolf monsters were struggling to retreat. As her golden figure kept flashing, large groups of monsters turned into black mist and dissipated.
After walking around for a while, the number of demons surrounding the wolf demon team became much smaller.
The wolf demons were then able to run as fast as they could and retreat.
Xu Zhenfeng only saw Lang Wumiao circling around, and did not see how she attacked. Wherever she passed, the monsters that got close to her body disappeared inexplicably.
He was filled with envy in his heart. This was a great demon of the eighth level of the heavenly rank. Dealing with an earth-level monster was easier than killing a chicken.