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"You can let beasts kill you, why do I still have to fight with you in close combat?"

This is the attitude of many beast control cultivators towards cultivation. Indeed, the beast tide is indeed a killing weapon. Just like the martial arts masters in the mortal world may be invincible in the world, but if they go to the battlefield, it is still unknown. He may be able to do one hundred things, but the battlefield is not a single fight, but they are all fighting in battle formations. Even if he really kills a hundred people, can he be able to fight more than a thousand people, and his power is finally over. The same is true for the beast tide. No matter how powerful the monk is, he can always maintain his best condition under the rush of the endless beast tide, and can he not reveal any flaws?

As a result, the Beast Control Sect became more domineering and domineering, and this concept became more and more deeply rooted in the minds of ordinary disciples. Their beast control skills became stronger and stronger, but their own skills were really easy to deal with. Naturally, they knew their weakness, so the closer they got to them, the stronger the monsters they encountered.

However, to their surprise, these monks were so brave and fearless. With the desperate charge and self-destruction, their proud defense had been torn apart, and the monks had already entered the camp of cultivators in the Beast Control Sect.

Once upon a time, did they think about today when they controlled the beast tide to swallow the clans that violated the Beast Control Sect? Once upon a time, they bullied the weak and killed the weak monks, leaving them dead without a complete corpse. Have they thought about today when they abused the beast, controlled the beast, and controlled the beast, and did not respect life...

Yesterday’s cause and effect, repay today!

When a tiger enters the flock of sheep, except for a few monks who have the power to join, these beast-controlling cultivators seem to be tall and big, and after they are no longer protected by monsters, they are all useless. They are beaten to the point of falling flowers and water by the monks who rushed into the formation. These monks rushed all the way, covered in blood, their eyes red, and their moves were cruel, and each attack was filled with tremendous hatred.

A monk from the Beast Control Sect slapped a palm at a young man who was rushing straight towards him. The young man was covered in scars and disheveled hair, but his eyes were gloomy and terrifying. Facing the palm, he didn't care at all, and let it fall on his body, the young man spewed out a mouthful of blood, but smiled on his lips.

"Battle, you are arrogant!"

The monk of the Beast Control Sect only felt a sharp pain in his chest. The young man had already inserted his arms into his chest, and then suddenly tore it. The monk was torn into two pieces, and even a painful roar was not made. A white Nascent Soul was about to escape, but how could the young man let him go, flew over and grabbed him, stuffed him directly into his mouth and chewed him. His teeth were clattering, as if he could only use such extreme means to relieve the hatred in his heart.

A monk from the Beast Control Sect was in a panic and actually cast a spell to call the beast group back to protect himself, but he forgot that if the beast group repulses back, they will also be affected!

Some beasts began to turn back, but they were like sailing against the current, and they could not move forward in an instant. Not only that, the beasts are still mainly rushing to the momentum. The returning beasts are insignificant in the face of the general trend, and they are quickly bumped, crushed, and killed or injured, just like small waves that cannot cause waves.

Fortunately, a group of beasts rushed back, but the cultivators who attacked the mountain to take revenge were not angry, brave but were only concerned about fighting, but killed the cultivators of the Beast Control Sect all the way, gathering together quietly, and then rushed into the Beast Control Sect formation like a few dragons, tearing the Beast Control Sect formation to even more destructive.

It was soon enough that the monsters had already rushed into the formation, but some of the monks who controlled them had been killed and suddenly lost control and became a mess. They were first killed by the monks, but now they suffered the consequences. The monsters summoned by them rushed forward and the beast control array of the beast control sect instantly disintegrated. Faced with these giant beasts, they did not dare to take it lightly, and they all flew to dodge, in a mess.

The monks who seemed to have not stopped and rushed out while the beast tide rushed out, but rushed towards the beast sect cultivators who were in chaos. The beast sect cultivators were even more defeated, and countless casualties were killed or injured. The monsters became increasingly uncontrollable. The torrent formation where the monsters gathered became chaotic in an instant, slowing down, and even more exposed their nature and fought with each other.

Taking this opportunity, the monks who rushed to the scene stopped when they saw the opportunity, formed a formation to rush back to their side, and went in and out, killing happily.

Seeing that the monks were about to rush out of the monster formation, the crisp and strange flute sounded on the sea of ​​clouds, and suddenly, the chaotic beast tide quieted down.

"Master, we're finally here!" Ao Chen said with his eyes narrowed.

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The Great Sage of Monkey King played the long stick and stood beside him. The Yunzhan Demon King, who seemed to have not woken up, cheered up. The Nine Phoenix Sons took a step forward, and the feather blades of the Hundred Birds behind him flew over. On the side of the human monk, Han Qianyu nodded to everyone behind him.

As the sound of the flute sounded, the chaotic array of beasts re-formed and became neatly, as if under review and worshiping the King of beasts.

"Hmph!" A cold snorted, followed by an angry shout, "When I am the Beast Control Sect, how can I let you come and go when you say that you are a little slut, and leave when you say that you are leaving, and die for me!"

A black shadow shot out from the fortress and landed towards the monks who had left, and followed by a terrifying pressure. When the flute sounded, the monks who were speeding only felt an invisible force entrapped on their bodies, sticky and wet, as if invisible tentacles had tripped them up, and their speed of escape from the formation dropped sharply.

The black shadow was getting closer and closer, and the monks saw the man's appearance clearly. He was a burly man holding a golden gourd with both hands. At this moment, the electric arcs were flowing on the hammer body, looking amazing. If he was hit, he would be killed or injured. The monks were unwilling to sit and wait for death, but at this moment the strange force made their bodies heavier, as if they were trapped in a mud and unable to move.

At this moment, a black shadow rushed over in the monk formation to meet the hammered man, but it was a young man dressed in black and dark eyes, which was Jing Qingluan. He held a sword to fight, and heard a clanging sound, lightning and thunder roaring, and a terrifying storm broke out, blowing all the monks and giant beasts around him, forming a blank area.

The two of them retreated a few feet, rushed over and fought together.

At the same time, the sound of a flute came from the sea of ​​clouds covered by the sound of the flute. The sound of the flute was gloomy and strange, and it was like a cold wave rippling, condensed into frost, making people feel cold all over their bodies. But together with the sound of the sound, the tone was round and quiet and elegant. The cold wave disappeared instantly, like a surging geek, shining with the sunshine and the ice and snow melted. The viscous force wrapped around the monks who escaped from the formation also dissipated invisible, and they did not dare to stay and hurriedly left.

In the first round, the confrontation between the sound of the flute and the sound of the flute was the defeat, but the sound of the flute would naturally not be willing to do so!

The sound of the flute suddenly became high-pitched, and the gloomy and strangeness was even more gloomy. I saw dark clouds covering the sun, and the shadows were covered with dark air and shadows, and countless human and beast-shaped figures were actually in the shape of animals. They were roaring and wailing, like ghosts crying in the underworld, as if they were telling their miserable experiences. Those who were not mentally strong were sad when they heard the sound, and almost burst into tears. After a moment, they were a little confused.

"This Beast Control Sect actually did such a thing that hurts the sky and is just killing people, but it's just that it's still restricting its soul and preventing it from entering the cycle of reincarnation!" a monk cursed angrily.

As the sound of the flute changed, the calming army of beasts began to become irritable and restless again, but they saw their eyes flushed and their muscles rolling and twisted, and their bodies were actually a circle larger.

"Ao—"

The sound was like a tide, even more fierce and more powerful, and the army of beast tide pressed towards the monks.

"I'm afraid you won't succeed!" The monks had just escaped from danger. Seeing the beast tide coming, they were furious and were about to turn around and fight back, but they heard Han Qianyu in the rear formation speak.

"At this moment, the beast group cannot be said in the same way as the sound of the flute and the blessing of the Beast Control Sect formation. You fellow Taoists must have been exhausted in succession of battles. Please go back to the formation and rest for a while!"

The monks were stunned. Although the battle was amazing, they were already at the end of their strength and were all injured. The sound of the flute was strange. They could not help. Now the monsters have become like this, and they are even more difficult to compete with. Although they are unwilling to accept it, they still retreated into the formation after hearing this, took out various magic pills and swallowed them, just to recover earlier and then rush to kill.

The sound of the flute makes a move, and the sound of the flute does not fall below the wind. Only the sound of the flute is still flat and steady, neither fast nor slow, elegant and simple, like a river flowing with gurgling blue waves and smoky smoke. The melodious and melodious sound actually eliminates the discomfort brought by the strange flute sound. If the sound of the flute is mainly cold and solemn and dead, the sound of the flute is bright and clear, and the poetic and picturesque. When hearing the sound of the flute, the monks actually see a lively scene.

But see:

The morning light is light and the dew is still cold. The tender willows are blooming in the first place, and the flowers bloom and praise the spring.

The lotus wind brings fragrance, the shadow of the building enters the pond, the eyes are full of green, and the shade is thick and the summer is long.

The plain moon is bright and quiet, the quiet breeze blows, and after the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late.

The frost is cold in the courtyard, and the plum blossoms bloom alone, warming the wine at night, and the snowy winter season.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons change, and the sound of the flute is still solemn, gentle and ethereal, compared with the high sound of the flute, it is so unshocky. However, it is this simple and elegant sound, just like the sound of the flute spreading out of the ink painting, covering the sound of the flute. It is not that the sound of the flute becomes weaker or stronger, the sound of the flute remains the same, but everyone has a choice to let the sound of the flute enter his ears and intoxicate it, and there is no flute sound in his ears.

People have seven emotions and six desires, and it is human nature to resonate with the song. But at this moment, the monsters controlled by the sound of the flute and only know how to fight stopped, showing an intoxication, and let the sound of the flute activate, but they no longer move forward. How could monsters who had not opened their wisdom understand the mountains and flowing waters, spring and snow, so there was a saying about the cow playing the piano, but this scene... is really incredible!

Not only that, the storm of Beast Emperor Mountain also calmed down, and the howling of ghosts and wolves turned into lowly crying and soft whispers.

"This person is amazing!"

The Great Sage Monkey King looked at the monk formation. The person who was blowing the jade flute was a person wrapped in fog, the person in the fog in Qixia Forest. The Great Sage's eyes shone with golden light, and the golden eyes of fire eyes, which could penetrate all illusions. He saw the man's face and frowned slightly. The man felt a look of his eyes, turned his head to meet the Great Sage's eyes, and then nodded slightly. The Great Sage was stunned, nodded in response, and then looked away, frowned even tighter.

"Brother Monkey, what's wrong?" The Yunzhan Demon King asked in confusion, his voice muffled.

"Nothing!" The Great Sage of Monkey King shook his head.

The sound of the flute in the field became even higher and higher, but the rhythm was already chaotic. Obviously, the person playing the flute was already panicked, but no matter how hard he tried, the situation in the field did not change at all.

A "click" sound was slight, but it seemed extremely obvious between the sound of the flute and the flute. It seemed that something was shattering, and then the sound of the flute stopped abruptly, and a muffled groan came from the fortress of the Beast Control Sect.

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On the other hand, the monk holding the golden gourd and the Jing Qingluan fight at first, and the winner has already emerged.

The burly man's two hammers were swinging and the sound of breaking the wind was whistling. Each attack was powerful and powerful, and he could only destroy mountains and rocks. However, Jing Qingluan did not dodge, but held the sword and used a fierce sword technique. However, he saw that the two of them had a roar. Jing Qingluan seemed young and had a figure as big as this man, but his strength was not inferior to him.

Another collision, the two of them opened the distance as soon as they touched each other. The front finger of the Jing Qingluan sword stabbed towards the Great Man. The Great Man gritted his teeth and his eyes were so angry that he was fist. He didn't expect that his iron-armed bronze fist could be pulled out but he could not help but a young boy. Seeing that the Jing Qingluan was attacking with the sword, the Great Man swung a golden gourd hammer and threw it towards him. The Golden Gourd hammer was swinging on the electric snake, and the speed was so fast that it blinked into the door of Jing Qingluan's face.

Jing Qingluan felt the tide of turmoil, and the electric snake was about an inch away from him. His hair was pulled by Youdian and began to float up involuntarily. Seeing that the golden gourd was about to hit him, Jing Qingluan's figure strangely drew a broken line in the air. He saw that his body suddenly sank down and then suddenly rose. His posture was still unchanged with the sword, and the golden gourd flew back.

The long sword attacked, but... the figure of the big man disappeared!

Jing Qingluan frowned slightly, but suddenly turned over and stabbed upwards, but saw the big man holding hammers in both hands and smashing them down from the sky.

bite--

There was no loud noise as I imagined, but it was an extremely crisp and pleasant sound. Then an invisible ripples rippled, followed by a crazy howling, with the sound of the mirror and the big man's clothes rushing.

Then, the two of them were so strangely fixed on the spot. It was not like this! They saw that Jing Qingluan's long sword body was constantly bent! They were actually competing for brute force, and Jing Qingluan was at a disadvantage!

"Hehe...boy, that's it!" The big man sneered, his muscles twisted, his face turned red, and his veins bulged.

Jing Qingluan's face was as usual, and a faint light shone on the sword body, and the sword body slowly stretched straight. The man's eyes were wide open and covered with blood. He shouted loudly, and there was a phantom of a mountain behind him, which actually used the force of Mount Tai to press the top.

When the two were in a stalemate, two "Beware" sounds came, one came from the cultivator camp that attacked the mountain, and the other came from the Beast Control Sect camp.

The golden gourd hammer that was dodged by Jing Qingluan actually returned, with its speed and power even greater than before, and it hit Jing Qingluan's back. A cruel smile appeared on the corner of the burly man's mouth and said in a cold voice, "Boy, die for me!" The big man's arm was even stronger, and he wanted to suppress Jing Qingluan tightly.

But Jing Qingluan still looked unchanged and responded to the big man's smile. The big man felt a chill coming to his heart, but he didn't know where the danger came from.

A clanging voice came, and a figure knocked away the galloping golden gourd hammer. The man was furious, "There are actually helpers!"

The figure flew towards this side as soon as it hit the golden gourd hammer. The man did not dare to be negligent. He had a fine fluff all over his body and began to use the beast soul to possess it. However, the spell had not been fully used. He felt the pain in his vest, and the beast soul immediately dissipated. At this moment, the sword light in Jing Qingluan's hand sucked and spitted and knocked the golden gourd hammer in the big man's hand. The gate of the Han's middle opened wide. Jing Qingluan had already stabbed with the sword, and the figure had already arrived.

Three blood rays splattered, and the man screamed and died on the spot.

Jing Qingluan and two other figures flew back into the formation. The monks blinked, thinking that they were dazzled because the three Jing Qingluans fell back!

Then, in the astonished eyes of everyone, the three mirrors and green phoenixes merged into one!

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"Paipah..." Someone applauded.

Dozens of figures walked slowly out of the fortress of the Beast Control Sect, and the wind suddenly broke out, and the sky and the earth changed color. The person in charge was Zong Zhengqing. He was clapping his hands and walking in the air, his pace was slow. Every time he took a step, the sea of ​​clouds churned, and everyone present felt heavy footsteps exploded in his ears, da, da, da...

"Awesome!" Zong Zhengqing said lightly.

If the previous battle is divided into three games, the first game will be the Beast Control Sect's Beast Tide Army against the survivors who were exterminated by the Beast Control Sect; the second game will be the sound of flutes against the sound of flutes; the third game will be the burly man against the mirror Qingluan, and the Beast Control Sect will be defeated in all three battles.

Zong Zhengqing's face was calm, but seemed to be careless. His cold eyes swept over the cultivators attacking the mountain one by one. When he saw the lineup of the demon clan, he frowned slightly, and finally fell on Han Qianyu in red. He had already walked over the beast group that became quiet because of the sound of the flute. The beast group woke up like a dream, and his fierce aura rushed straight into the sky. Then he calmed down again, not daring to disturb the leader of the Beast Control Sect, and his eyes were even more pious, as if he was visiting the King of Ten Thousand Beasts.

"Interesting, most of the cultivation world is looking for you. You are coming to attack my Beast Control Sect with such a big fanfare?" Zong Zhengqing sneered.

"Haha..." Han Qianyu chuckled, bewitching the whole country, but said nothing more. Since the master has arrived, she will start fighting. She held a long sword in her hand and suddenly disappeared. When she appeared again, she had already appeared in front of Zong Zhengqing. The sword stabbed her face. Zong Zhengqing did not dare to fly back slowly. Han Qianyu pursued her relentlessly, and her red clothes were like a blooming red lotus.

As soon as the two started fighting, they rekindled the war. The cultivators behind them also flew up, and figures were thrown into the battlefield. The previously scattered Beast Control Sect camp regrouped, and the monsters began to roar again.

Roar, roar, shout and kill, rise again!

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"Hiss... This woman... is tough!" Ao Chen's mouth twitched.

"Brother, you've played like this. When will we enter the court?" Ao Xi was anxious.

"But that formation is still...hey? It's gone?" Ao Chen frowned slightly, and released his spiritual sense to sense it. The demon-binding formation of the Beast Control Sect had disappeared. He twisted his neck, clenched his fists, made a cracking sound, and shouted, "Beast Control Sect, blood debt and blood payment!"

"Kill!" But Ao Xi couldn't wait to rush out.

"This girl!" Ao Chen covered his forehead, "Prince Turtle, Princess, please take care of you!"

"This is natural!" The old man with a kind face was spoken.

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"Now the leader of the Beast Control Sect and many masters are dragged here. The fortress is empty. It is important to save people. My Hundred Birds directly broke into the fortress to find people!"

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"If you don't beat you up until your face is full of peach blossoms, you won't know why the flowers are so red!" The Great Sage of Monkey King waved his long stick in his hand and rushed into the formation.

"Brother Monkey..." Yunzhan Demon King shook his head helplessly, holding a nine-toothed rake in his hand.

The demon clan enters the formation.

Sorry, the update is late, the condition is not very good, it's card ~~~

(End of this chapter)
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