Chapter 446 "The Demon Race? Just a Mob."

Lu Ya's move to kill seven demon kings instantly caused the demon race to stagnate for a moment, and it was this stagnation that made more than 40 human Jindans come to Lu Ya's side one step ahead of the demon race.

Lu Ya looked at the unfamiliar faces in front of him and their firm belief in helping each other for the sake of the human race, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the more than 40 Jindan monks had never cooperated before, when they gathered together, they cooperated very tacitly.

An old Jindan Perfection monk with white hair and beard held an octagonal array plate and tapped with one hand. Light spots on the array plate quickly bloomed, and the dark iron-colored light quickly spread from the array plate.

"Everyone, quickly enter my Xuanxiang Iron Wall Array!"

After the old monk finished speaking, he flicked his fingers again, and one array node after another suddenly lit up on the dark iron-colored array.

Now there was no need for the old monk to explain. The monks who rushed to Lu Ya's side immediately flew into the array nodes that lit up in the Xuanxiang Iron Wall Array.

As each node was lit up by the cultivators, the black iron light of the Xuanxiang Iron Wall Array became thicker and thicker.

Until all 47 Jindan cultivators were distributed in the Xuanxiang Iron Wall Array, the entire array had been stimulated to the limit. Even if the Shenhua cultivators came here to attack, they could not break it for a while.

"Hahaha, Mr. Wu is worthy of being a master of formations. He can control this Xuanxiang Iron Wall Array that is almost close to the fifth level. With Mr. Wu's formation, even if those monsters double, they can't do anything to us."

Feeling the reassuring defense ability of the Xuanxiang Iron Wall Array outside, a cultivator said with a smile.

As soon as this was said, many cultivators echoed it.

The old cultivator called Mr. Wu smiled and stroked his beard repeatedly. It was obvious that he was very happy with the compliments from these Jindan fellows.

The atmosphere became relaxed for a while.

If the cultivators of the same level meet the monsters alone, the monsters can usually suppress the cultivators of the same level with their unique physical conditions and blood inheritance.

Including when a team of several people encounters the same number of monsters, the human cultivators are more likely to fall.

However, once the number of both sides rises to more than single digits, the comprehensiveness of the human cultivators and the complementarity of various means cannot be compensated by the monsters relying on stronger single combat.

Under normal circumstances, if a team of ten human cultivators encounters the same number of monsters, then the final winner is likely to be the human side.

Even if they encounter a monster twice their own, the possibility of the human side escaping unscathed is very high.

And when the number of human cultivators increases, the number of monsters that can be faced at the same time will also increase rapidly.

For example, now, although more than 40 Jindan cultivators are facing more than 200 monster kings, among which there are many top monster kings, all the Jindan cultivators do not see the slightest fear on their faces.

Especially when they arrived at Lu Ya's side before the monster beast and successfully supported the defense formation.

Even these Jindan cultivators used various means to strengthen their own combat power, and at the same time they had time to communicate with each other.

A cultivator looked at Niu Jingtian's huge body and exclaimed: "Wow! This bull monster is really big!"

Someone continued: "That's not the case. I heard that this is the most outstanding descendant of the divine blood of the Tiantian Qingniu lineage. The concentration of divine blood in the body is the highest. It can be said that it is walking sideways in this war zone."

"Tsk, so what? It was killed directly by our human race's Tianjiao."

A cultivator looked at Lu Ya's heroic young face and said proudly.

"That's right, it's still a new face. It shouldn't be from the same batch as me."

"I just don't know why a genius of this level would be sent to the war zone. Aren't you afraid of an accident and death?" Someone worriedly said.

"What are you talking about? All the core disciples of Wulianghaiya have entered the war zone. This time, the Wan Yao Sect will definitely be suppressed by our human race again."

Amidst the various opinions, they all turned their eyes to Lu Ya. They were all curious about this genius who could powerfully kill the God Blood Demon King and destroy the demons with thunder.

In the end, it was Wu Lao, the master of the formation who presided over the Xuanxiang Iron Wall formation, who spoke.

"I am Wu Daoran, the elder of Qingyang Sect, and I am honored to meet you, fellow Taoist."

Lu Ya bowed to Wu Daoran seriously, and then bowed to the many golden elixirs in all directions, and then said: "Songhai Lu Clan Lu Ya greets Senior Wu and fellow Taoists. I will remember your help in my heart.

If there is a chance in the future, Lu Ya will definitely repay you with all his strength."

After Lu Ya finished speaking, the other cultivators smiled. Although they came to help Lu Ya without expecting any return, they were still relieved that Lu Ya could take the initiative to accept this favor.

If they came here out of the moral principle of mutual assistance, now it is because of Lu Ya's own strength and attitude.

No one can predict how far a young Jindan cultivator who can crush the God Blood Demon King can go in the future. At this moment, being able to make friends with such an existence whose future is almost immeasurable is worth the risk of rescue.

As for the Songhai Lu family, several of the more than 40 Jindan here are from Songhai, but when faced with the questions of others, they all shook their heads.

Almost no one has heard of the Songhai Lu family, so naturally they don't know that there is such a terrifying existence as Lu Ya.

However, from now on, as long as they can return to the human territory alive, Songhai Lu and Lu Ya will become famous in the entire southern region.

"Haha, Brother Lu, you are too kind. As cultivators, we should help each other when we are behind the Wan Yao Sect."

Wu Daoran said loudly: "Brother Lu, you should recover your mana first. I am here."

Lu Ya felt the situation in his body. Although the severe pain in his body had eased a little, including the mana in his Qi Hai Dan Tian, ​​he still did not refuse this proposal and nodded to sit cross-legged.

Taking out a large number of spirit stones from the storage ring, Lu Ya did not hesitate and immediately began to absorb the spiritual energy in the spirit stones.

After Wu Daoran glanced at Lu Ya, he cast his eyes outside the formation. At this time, the formation was surrounded by demon kings.

There were more than 200 demon kings, the smallest of which was several meters long, and the largest was even comparable to the dead Niu Jingtian.

With such a large number of them, even the sky was obscured. The Xuanxiang Iron Wall Array fell into darkness, and the only light source was the magic light emitted by the golden elixirs.

"Roar! Hand over the descendants of the blood of the gods who killed my Sky-stepping Blue Bull, otherwise I will eat you alive when the array is broken!"

After a deafening roar, a violent spiritual fluctuation appeared in the ears of all the cultivators.

Everyone looked up in the direction of the roar and saw a blue-black bull hoof that was so big that it could cover the sky and the sun, wrapped in a thick black flame-like demonic aura, stepping heavily from the sky.

Boom!

The bull hoof collided with the array, and a loud bang like thunder exploded.

Sudden heavy blow, the Xuanxiang Iron Wall Array suddenly burst into a dazzling black iron light, and then forcibly resisted the Sky-stepping attack.

In the center of the array, Wu Daoran held the array plate with a trace of disdain on his face.

"Hmph, a mere bull demon dares to break the Xuanxiang Iron Wall formation I have set up? Come and die!"

As soon as the words fell, a burst of light burst out from the dark iron formation again. Many cultivators felt the flow of magic power in their bodies, and then saw a giant sword that was dozens of feet long and made of dark iron aura quickly protruding from the formation.

The dark iron sword burst out with terrifying power.

Wu Daoran pointed at the formation plate, and the dark iron sword suddenly turned into a stream of light and went straight to the sky-stepping blue bull in the sky.

"Moo~"

The angry bull roared. The sky-stepping blue bull that had launched the attack earlier had no time to worry about the death of the genius in the clan. The rapidly approaching dark iron sword made it feel like a dead soul. It quickly used all its demonic power to gather under its feet and stepped heavily on the dark iron sword.

Ding!

After a loud bang, the black iron sword disappeared. On the other hand, in the sky, the hoof of the Sky-stepping Blue Bull that attacked earlier had been forcibly split open. The black iron-colored magic power was madly drilling into its body through the wound, and the smelly demon blood fell like a waterfall.

The Sky-stepping Blue Bull roared again, and then it lowered its head very decisively. A sharp light flashed from its horns, and then its split hoof was seen to be broken at the root.

Just as it was about to retreat, another similar black iron sword flew out again. It didn't think about it anymore at this moment, and turned around and flew away.

Puff!

The sword passed through the chest, and the Sky-stepping Blue Bull's fleeing body froze in vain, and then fell from the sky neatly.

"Old Wu has great skills!" "Hahaha, Old Wu is proficient in formations, and he killed the peak demon king with two swords. This move is second to none."

When everyone saw that the arrogant Sky-stepping Blue Bull couldn't even withstand two swords, they praised him immediately.

Wu Daoran was even more satisfied with his previous masterpiece. This move not only killed a bull demon at the peak of the demon king, but also shocked the remaining demon kings. He really showed off his skills in front of his peers.

Admittedly, this was relying on the power of the formation. Even without the cooperation of more than 40 golden elixirs in the formation, Wu Daoran could not kill the demon king with two strikes.

But what does it matter? Isn't Wu Daoran's attainment in formations to be maximized in this situation? Without his Xuanxiang Iron Wall formation, facing more than 200 demon kings now, he would have been broken up and torn apart long ago, and it would not be as easy as it is now.

With the power of killing the peak demon king with two strikes, Wu Daoran once again touched the formation plate, and his magic power manifested a huge human face.

The human face looked at the monsters outside the formation and said in a thunderous voice: "Retreat quickly, we will forgive you for what happened. Otherwise, you will have wasted hundreds of years of hard training. Don't blame us!"

Under Wu Daoran's threat, many monster kings hesitated.

Previously, they were attracted by the Dao Yun of the God Blood Monster King, which caused their animal nature to suppress their few rationalities.

However, after seeing a sky-stepping blue bull, which was also at the peak of the monster king, being killed by the opponent's human formation with two strikes, the greed in their hearts was also poured with a layer of cold water at this moment, which can be said to be chilling.

No matter how good the Dao Yun of the God Blood is, can it be better than one's own cultivation and life?

Not to mention that the monster kings worked together to break the opponent's extremely strong defense formation, the situation after breaking the formation alone was enough to make many monster kings with weaker strength retreat.

After all, there is only one God Blood Dao Yun, but there are more than two hundred monster kings. What this means is self-evident.

To obtain the divine blood and Dao rhyme, risking one's life to break the human race's formation and kill all the humans is only the first step. One must also fight for the divine blood and Dao rhyme under the claws of the demon king, who is also a demon race.

The difficulty is really a bit outrageous.

With such a simple thought, many demon kings looked unwillingly at the divine blood Dao Yun shrouded by the formation, and then began to slowly stop.

They did not leave directly, but they did not move forward.

Wu Daoran wanted this effect. As a master of formation, he was not only good at formation, but also good at calculating people's hearts.

It can be said that although there were many demon kings on the opposite side, their thoughts and ideas had been calculated by Wu Daoran. With just a few words, he successfully broke the situation of the demon kings working together.

"Ah! The lowly human race!"

A unicorn-like demon stepped forward, and the demonic aura filled the sky.

"Let's work together to tear the human race apart, and then share the divine blood!"

As soon as these words came out, many demon kings also took steps again.

However, Wu Daoran once again said lightly, which completely locked their steps: "Share the divine blood? Is there a sharing relationship between tigers and lambs? Do you believe it?"

Wu Daoran sneered at many demon kings with slightly weaker strength, without hiding his ridicule.

"Boom!"

The unicorn-shaped monster suddenly spurted out a beam of demonic light, which hit the Xuanxiang Iron Wall formation heavily, causing ripples.

"The lowly human race!"

Wu Daoran looked at the furious monster outside the formation leisurely, his expression did not change at all.

He was so angry just by these few words, his skill in cultivating qi is really not good enough.

Seeing a large number of monsters standing still, a cultivator laughed and said, "Hahaha, Mr. Wu is really good at it. In just a few words, he suppressed the monsters and made them dare not come forward. I admire you!"

"Mr. Wu is worthy of being a master of formations. He really opened our eyes!"

"Hahaha, a few minor skills, not worth mentioning."

Although Wu Daoran waved his hand modestly and said it was not worth mentioning, the smile on his mouth now might be suppressed by the sword of the sky of the great elder Wuliang Haiya.

"In my opinion, the leaderless demon tribe is nothing but a mob."

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