Chapter 139: The Death Match of the Orthodoxy and Demon Summit

"What are these things!" A lackey of the Demonic Sect pointed at a monster, his expression exaggerated and all over the place.

The people around also had strange looks on their faces and were solemn.

With a hard shell, terrifying claws, thick thighs, and a height of seven or eight meters or even more than ten meters, it was simply like a monster that had come from the world of Ultraman!

Lin Xing waved the fan gently, and the monsters charged into the crowd like bulldozers. When he waved the fan again, the roc spread its wings and soared into the sky, swooping down from a high altitude. Each time, it would stir up a cloud of dust that blotted out the sky!

"What is this again? It's so ugly!!"

"What are all these things in the Mountain and River Fan!"

"Damn it, cut them down!"

The clanging sounds of swords and knives landed on the monsters, but the fur of these monsters was actually harder than gold and iron. The swords and knives couldn't harm them at all!

"What's going on?"

"What on earth are these things!"

Lin Xing sneered and said, "The skin of the Black Water Mysterious Snake. How can an ordinary magic treasure hurt it? Humph!"

The monsters couldn't attack or defend, but their terrifying appearance and huge size still attracted a lot of attention. Lin Xing then launched surprise attacks with the roc's absolute size. For a while, it drew the combat power of two layers of the Changsheng Hall!

"Monster Legion, charge forward!!!"

Lin Xing waved the Mountain and River Fan rapidly, and streaks of lightning shot out. Coordinating with the attacks of the Monster Legion, it was almost impossible to defend against! And above everyone's heads, there was a roc that could swoop down at any moment!

With so many people trying to deal with Lin Xing's attacks with the Mountain and River Fan, for a moment, they couldn't even get close to Lin Xing!

In fact, it wasn't that the Mountain and River Fan was extremely powerful. The key was how Lin Xing used it.

With his extremely strong spiritual cultivation, Lin Xing could see everything on the battlefield clearly. Compared with the people of the Demonic Sect who charged forward in confusion, Lin Xing's Monster Legion resisted the attacks in the most effective way!

Even in the group battle, Lin Xing incorporated some applications of the artistic conception of water.

His comprehension of water had reached the limit. Now, even a single palm strike from Lin Xing without any weapon, containing the artistic conception of water, could overpower Daoxuan's Killing Sword! This was the suppression of the realm!

With the same energy and the same moves, due to different realms, the effects were completely different!

Overcoming the strong with the soft, and winning with the weak, this was an incomparable advantage of water! Between the attacks and defenses of the Monster Legion, in the formation lines, and during the exchanges, the traces of water were everywhere.

Applying the artistic conception of water to tactics!

When the use of the artistic conception reached this level, it was no longer limited to oneself. Even in setting up formations, thinking, observing, and so on, corresponding shadows could be found in all aspects of life.

Lin Xing didn't know what it would be like if the three artistic conceptions of water, fire, and thunder were further developed.

It was an unknown realm!

But it was definitely an unimaginable height!

"The Changsheng Hall will be my first whetstone!"

Lin Xing waved the fan again, and the magma rolled out. Countless screams of the evil beings of the Demonic Sect came from the battlefield!

One person was facing off against dozens of people!

And he had the upper hand!

The center of the entire battlefield almost shifted to Lin Xing's side!

Some disciples and Elders Zhang of the Qingyun Sect also noticed this. Here, perhaps, was the breakthrough point of this battle! Everyone rushed towards Lin Xing's side one after another, forming a huge battle group.

"Junior Brother Lin is amazing!"

"Come on, Junior Brother Lin!"

"Boost the momentum of our Qingyun Sect!"

"Nephew Lin Xing! The old Daoist is optimistic about you!"

The Qingyun Sect noticed this, and naturally, the Demonic Sect also paid attention. The troops of both sides kept pouring in. Centered around Lin Xing's Monster Legion, they fought fiercely!

In the heat of the battle, it was almost that one second you killed an enemy, and the next second you lost your head! Here was almost the key factor determining the momentum and even the outcome of the battle on the entire square. Both sides held on tightly and refused to let go!

The elites of the Changsheng Hall fell one after another. In the blink of an eye, three or four tenths of their combat power was lost!

Yu Yangzi watched a young man acting arrogantly and triumphantly, but he couldn't spare the effort to deal with him. Three Elders of the Qingyun Sect surrounded him together, and the battle was intense with sparks flying and dust swirling.

"Ha!"

The Yin-Yang Mirror flipped and changed, forcing the three of them back. But the three Elders avoided this fierce attack and immediately surrounded him again!

This was a combined attack technique!

The Qingyun Sect had been passed down for thousands of years, and it always had some aces up its sleeve!

Yu Yangzi spat angrily. Clearly, he was stronger than the opponents, but he couldn't shake them off. It was really hateful!

"Get out of my way!"

There were great changes on the Yin-Yang Mirror again...

The Ghost King in the distance recognized Lin Xing, but due to the reason of cooperation with the Hehuan Sect, he didn't say it out. Moreover, he was happy to see the Changsheng Hall's strength greatly damaged. Winning a round with the disciple of the Third Miao Lady made him somewhat pleased!

As for the Third Miao Lady and the Poison God, they were fighting fiercely with several Elders. But their attitude seemed more like they were having fun.

The Qingyun Sect was at a disadvantage!

Without the containment of the Water Qilin, compared with the original work, the two powerful masters, the Third Miao Lady and the Poison God, were not restricted. Even if Lin Xing's Monster Legion had a good tactic, it couldn't make up for the one-sided slaughter!

The weakness of the Qingyun Sect was already very obvious.

If they didn't achieve a major breakthrough, the Qingyun Sect was bound to suffer a crushing defeat!

"Kill! Don't retreat!"

"Damn Daoists, go to hell!!"

"Evil beings of the Demonic Sect, don't be so arrogant!!!"

Blood spilled all over the square, and there were piles of corpses. Magic treasures were flying all over the sky. No one could be sure whether they would die the next moment.

But everyone was still killing!

There was no choice, they couldn't retreat. The concepts of the righteous and the demonic were all just illusions. At this moment, all everyone thought about was killing!

Whether it was for the Holy Sect, for the righteous path, or just for the sake of survival, they used these as pretexts to boost their momentum. But later, all these people only remembered killing!

Instinctively, they picked up their magic treasures, killed one person, and then went on to kill the next.

People fell one after another.

Lin Xing suddenly found it ridiculous. Struggling desperately, in the end, they were just the nourishment for the battle between the righteous and the demonic. These people were just pawns after all. Once they entered the game, they could never break free.

Endless killing, endless reincarnation.

Somehow, Lin Xing suddenly thought of what Old Man Zhou said about "the predetermined fate". Was the tradition that the righteous and the demonic had a great battle every hundred years also a kind of fate?

Lin Xing suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart and thought of something.

Perhaps, this impromptu plan of his this time was not meaningless.

The earth shook and the mountains swayed!

A magnificent multicolored light suddenly shot up into the sky, interrupting Lin Xing's thoughts and also the intense battle on the field.

The multicolored light spread everywhere, illuminating the entire battlefield. It was like the imposing appearance of a celestial being that no one dared to offend. It shot straight into the sky from the Mysterious Moon Ancient Cave in the back mountain of Qingyun!