The wind blades swept over like raindrops, rushing towards the purple mist sea where the Different Demon Clan army was located.
A long horn sound also came from the purple mist, and more than a dozen Different Demon Clan cultivators flew out.
These people all raised a khaki-colored round bead in their hands. It bloomed with dazzling yellow light.
The ground in the center of the battlefield shook, and huge stone walls rose instantly. At a glance, they were several miles long, blocking a large area of cyan wind blades.
The wind blades hit it, making a constant bang, and smoke and dust rose everywhere. Then the yellow light flickered, and these stone walls were connected together, and they condensed into huge stone cones and huge stone balls, smashing over.
Zhang Ling frowned slightly when he saw this scene. The Different Demon Clan's counterattack was also well-organized.
It reminded him of the situation a hundred years ago in Liuyun Sea, when Feiyun Gate resisted the desolate beast tide. The scene was very similar.
If the desolate beasts' spiritual consciousness is invaded by turbid air and they have no intelligence, they only know how to attack without thinking.
There are still many differences when fighting against this real cultivator army.
In front of him, the cyan light flashed, and the Black Cloud Tower under the city once again gathered into a cyan wind blade, scattering it over.
Stones and wind blades collided together, exploding into a large area of dust mist in the area where the two sides were fighting, obscuring the line of sight.
However, for high-level cultivators like Zhang Ling, it is naturally not affected.
In the smoke and dust, the ground rumbled and vibrated, and the speed of the dozen or so huge Demon Horn Rhinos in the purple demon mist suddenly increased.
Their entire bodies glowed with blood-colored spiritual light, and their size actually doubled.
The three black horns in front of the Demon Horn Rhino's head fell off strangely. They shot over like several huge arrows.
With a few loud bangs, seven or eight black horns hit the Black Cloud Tower under the city wall. Those Black Cloud Towers were blasted into pieces.
Several other black horns were directly nailed to the city wall. Fortunately, there were forbidden beads protecting the city wall, and a layer of black and cyan spiritual light flowed out, resisting the huge impact.
Immediately afterwards, as many as ten huge battleships rose from the purple demon mist. The rumbling sound of thunder sounded, and between the flashes of light, a series of purple lightning shot out.
Each lightning bolt was more than ten feet wide, like a huge purple beam of light, hitting it hard.
The Moyun City side naturally would not passively defend. The Black Cloud Tower on the city wall gathered thick dark clouds in the sky, also rumbling. A continuous black beam of light descended, forming a black light curtain.
The purple beam of light hit it, only stirring up ripples like water waves. It seemed that no matter how many times the attack was, it could not be broken.
However, the Different Demon Clan's army was now approaching a range of six or seven miles. A huge drum sound rang, and behind the Demon Horn Rhinos galloping in the Nine Realms, there appeared teams of Different Demon people in groups of three or five.
Zhang Ling glanced over and noticed that each of these small teams of demon people had hundreds of people. These cultivators were all holding a purple light ball in their hands.
They scattered them in the air, and behind these guys followed thousands of Foundation Establishment cultivators. Each of them had their spiritual power fluctuating, and they condensed reactions in their hands, hitting the purple light balls.
Hundreds of purple light balls continued to expand, turning into huge light balls. Purple light shone, forming huge light arrows, shooting like spears.
They densely hit the black light curtain in front of the city, and a large wave appeared on this still surface, showing an unstable situation.
Zhang Ling noticed that the power of each light arrow was equivalent to a strike from a peak Foundation Establishment cultivator. Hundreds of light swords were projected over, and even Nascent Soul cultivators like him would not dare to underestimate it.
At this moment, a horn sound came from the rear of the purple mist. The purple clouds rolled, and a purple light belt slid over, like a long rainbow bridge erected in the sky. Seven figures appeared on it, exuding powerful cultivation.
"Those are the few Nascent Soul level devils." Zhao Guangming said with a dark face.
Zhang Ling and the others also scanned over with their spiritual consciousness, and also noticed the seven Nascent Soul cultivators. However, there were no mid-Nascent Soul cultivators among them, all of them were early Nascent Soul cultivation.
Zhao Guangming had told them about these situations when they first arrived here.
This is also an important reason why the Different Demons did not break through this city a few days ago.
The seven Different Demon Clan Nascent Soul monsters, five men and one woman, had different images, and there was also a guy covered in a black robe, not knowing whether it was a man or a woman.
Zhang Ling paid extra attention to the black-robed person who was neither male nor female, because that person gave him the feeling of being a ghost cultivator, with a ghostly aura all over his body.
It couldn't help but remind him of the bronze ghost-masked cultivator with considerable strength.
A thought even popped up in Zhang Ling's mind, could it also be related to the Ghost King Sect.
This guess was not a blind guess. He had seen the bronze ghost-masked cultivator several times, and they were all related to the Different Demons.
The ghost-masked youth was a remnant cultivator of the Ghost King Sect.
Furthermore, not long ago in the Mystical God Palace, there was also a lot of information related to the Ghost King Sect ten thousand years ago in the shadow bead left by True Person Shenguang.
Although the Ghost King Sect was destroyed at that time, there should still be a legacy left. It is possible to revive.
"City Lord Zhao, do you still want to defend this city? Our Different Demon army is ready, and we will definitely break through your Black Wind City today. If you continue to resist stubbornly, you can only destroy yourself."
At this moment, among the seven Different Demon Clan Nascent Soul cultivators, a big man shining in purple light said in a loud voice. "The inheritance of the Demon Cloud Sect is also a Demonic Path cultivation method, and it has a certain relationship with the demons of the Holy Realm. Why not abandon the city and surrender, and join my Different Demon Clan, and be supplied with the demonic energy of the Holy Palace, you will definitely greatly increase your strength and become more prosperous."
This person's voice was drowned out by the rumbling of the battle, but Zhang Ling and the others could hear it clearly.
"Hmph, join the Different Demon Clan. Good." Zhao Guangming chuckled. "As long as you kill the two guys beside you who killed my junior brother, Zhao will abandon the city."
Hearing this, Zhang Ling and the others beside him looked at Zhao Guangming with sideways glances. For a while, it was difficult to tell whether this was true or false.
Indeed, during each Different Demon Clan's attack, some human cultivators defected to the Different Demon Clan. Most of these people practiced Demonic Path cultivation methods.
Most of these people coveted the demonic energy on the Different Demon Clan's side for cultivation.
However, in front of this army, these Different Demons obviously would not attack their companions, and they were speechless. They just glared at Zhao Guangming angrily.
"You don't know what's good for you, then there's no need to keep this Black Wind City." The big man roared angrily, purple light flashing on his body, and his whole body rose a few points. The clothes on his body were torn, turning into a giant man with purple magic patterns all over his body, looking like he was wearing a purple shining armor.
"Another body refining cultivator of the Different Demon Clan." Zhang Ling narrowed his eyes slightly.
In the blink of an eye when his thoughts turned in his mind, the purple-patterned man took out a black broadsword in his hand and swung it violently.
Immediately, a dazzling black sword light slashed over.
Zhao Guangming was naturally not afraid. Black energy surrounded him, and he waved his hand forward, twisting the black energy on his body into a black light wave, blocking the black sword light.
The two black lights exploded in the air, and there was a loud bang.
Zhao Guangming turned his head to look at Zhang Ling and the other two, and said expressionlessly. "According to our previous plan, I will trouble the three of you to hold back three of them. There is no need to fight hard, just don't let these Nascent Soul devils attack the city."
As he spoke, Zhao Guangming's body, wrapped in black light, rushed out, and the black light on his body became more and more intense, turning into a black cloud covering an area of fifty or sixty feet wide.
In the black cloud, fire flashed. A black beam of light rushed out. He attacked the seven Nascent Soul monsters unceremoniously.
Seeing this, the magic-patterned man was shocked. He quickly threw a blue round shield. He opened his mouth and spewed out a purple light, hitting it on the shield.
The round shield rotated and turned into a giant shield that grew inside the tree, blocking the black light that was rushing over.
After all, Zhao Guangming's cultivation was one level higher than his, so he didn't dare to be careless.
However, the countless black beams of light attacking him were not as powerful as imagined. He easily blocked them.
But then, there was a scream from below.
It turned out that Zhao Guangming, under the cover of black light, rushed into the Different Demon Clan's army.
Rolling over, countless black lights burst out, and in the blink of an eye, he killed three Demon Horn Rhinos and two Golden Core cultivators.
Zhao Guangming was like a wolf in a flock of sheep, and instantly killed more than a dozen low-level cultivators.
"Brother and I will stop him." The magic-patterned man's eyes twitched. He hung in the air, and his body rushed over immediately. At the same time, a purple spiritual light followed behind him, wrapping a middle-aged cultivator who looked a bit like him.
The middle-aged cultivator, with spiritual light flashing in his hands, had two flying swords, one purple and one black, with a strong killing intent.
The remaining five Nascent Soul cultivators also rushed up, intending to besiege Zhao Guangming.
Zhang Ling and the others also rushed over, blocking the remaining five Nascent Soul cultivators.
Fire Spirit Old Man faced off against the black-robed cultivator. As soon as the two sides collided, a fierce battle broke out.
Fire Spirit Old Man sacrificed a ball of crimson round beads. Between the flashes of fire, the round beads turned into a twenty-foot-long fire dragon with a single horn, opening its mouth and spewing out a thick fire.
The black-robed cultivator's figure blurred, turning into a green cloud of mist, with Yin Sha energy surging, and pale skulls emerged from it.
Countless skulls merged in the center, forming a white bone shield, blocking the fire dragon.
Black Eagle Shangren released the giant eagle. He stopped a long-haired man with a sinister face.
The giant eagle spread its wings, and thick wind blades connected into a piece.
The long-haired man turned around, white light flashing all over his body, and a white shining unicorn was twisted out of the top of his head. Most of his body was also covered with a layer of scales, looking very much like a half-demon form.
This man laughed strangely, and his figure moved like a breeze, dodging the wind blade. He even sprayed out a cloud of cold white mist towards Black Eagle Shangren.
Black Eagle Shangren did not dare to be careless, and pulled a crimson bag from his waist. Two fire lights rushed out of it.
At first glance, they were two flying scorpions with red hair all over their bodies, each of which was more than ten feet huge. The long red scorpion tails quickly stabbed in the air. They turned into long fire lines, gathering and scattering the deep cold white mist.
Xue Hao and Elder Sun also stopped a red-faced dwarf and the only female of the blue-robed clan.
These people were also fighting inextricably, forming their own battle groups.
As for Elder Wang, who had just suppressed his injuries, he did not go into battle and was still on the city wall. Several Golden Core cultivators holding blue banners gathered beside him.
Elder Wang did not go into battle because Zhao Guangming had just transmitted a voice to them to discuss countermeasures.
After all, Elder Wang had just suppressed his serious injuries, and even if he reluctantly fought against a monk of the same rank. The cultivation that can be exerted is only 60-70%.
That would be too dangerous.
This can also be regarded as Zhao Guangming's selfishness. After all, the Demon Cloud Sect had just lost a Nascent Soul cultivator a few days ago, and he could not afford to lose another one.
Each Nascent Soul cultivator is the pillar of the sect. Losing one person may not be able to cultivate one for hundreds or thousands of years.
Zhang Ling and the other two can understand this, so naturally they can't say anything.
After all, the three of them directly received the order from Tianmu City to come here for reinforcements.
Zhang Ling even thought to himself that Zhao Guangming might abandon Black Wind City if he saw that the situation was not good. Preserve the foundation of his own Demon Cloud Sect.
This kind of thing has not happened before, although the Twelve Immortal Cities will definitely investigate the responsibility afterwards.
However, the Demon Cloud Sect has already lost a Nascent Soul monster, and the Immortal City will not do too much even if it investigates the responsibility.
Zhao Guangming, who has lived for thousands of years, naturally knows how to weigh the pros and cons.
Of course, afterwards, the Demon Cloud Sect will never be able to take charge of Black Wind City again.
At this time, Elder Wang was naturally not watching. Although he didn't have to fight against monks of the same rank, reducing a lot of risks.
But his task was also very heavy. According to Zhao Guangming's plan just now, Elder Wang was going to perform a secret technique of this sect. It can even determine the victory or defeat of this battle.
Elder Wang took a deep breath, and sat directly on the ground, holding up a long banner in his hand, chanting words.
……
Zhang Ling also found the last Different Demon of Nascent Soul level at this moment.
He stopped an old man with a pale face.
The white-faced old man held a dragon-headed crutch in his hand. Green light flashed, and countless green leaves grew, and the whirring wind turned the emerald green leaves into a green python.
But he did not attack immediately.
Zhang Ling's eyes flickered a few times, and he saw the depth of this person. This pale-faced old man had the same cultivation level as him, both at the peak of the early Nascent Soul stage.
However, the spiritual power on this person's body was also a bit vain. Because this old man was the monk who was seriously injured by the fallen Fourth Elder of the Demon Cloud Sect a few days ago.
Although he seemed to be fine after a few days of recuperation. But it has not fully recovered, and the combat power must have been affected. He can take advantage of the battle against him.
"It seems that your Excellency is injured." Zhang Ling looked at the pale-faced old man and said expressionlessly.
"Hmph, boy. So what if this deity is injured." The white-faced old man snorted. "It's enough to hold you back." Saying that, the green python gathered by this person hissed silently and attacked.
Zhang Ling flicked his hand, and the Yellow Luo Umbrella protected his whole body. Three flying swords were thrown out, and combined into a giant sword more than ten feet long, and slashed down.
The golden-green sword light flashed, and instantly chopped off the green python's head.
Although the green python was not a real monster, but a means of spiritual power. But instantly beheading it, the white-faced old man's face turned even paler. He shouted in a low voice and quickly shot out a spiritual power.
The body of the green python that was born down shook, and its head grew out again. With a big mouth, it spewed out a foul-smelling green mist.
This person's body also instantly hid in it.
