Chapter 59: The Green Mountains Can't Stop the Flood

bang bang bang!

Dazzling black light shone on Shen Zhiwen's body, rushing like a prehistoric giant beast, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the Saintess of the Fenglei Sect.

"Are you OK?"

Shen Zhiwen waved his hand to repel the strong man from the Purple Spirit Tribe, and asked.

"Are you... Shen Zhiwen, senior brother of Xuan Huangzong?"

The woman was taken aback for a moment, then said in astonishment.

Xuanhuangzong never set up holy sons and holy daughters, only one elder brother. Su Yan once saw the young man in front of him, so he recognized him quickly.

"Haha, that's right."

Shen Zhiwen laughed loudly, and then asked again: "Are you okay?"

"fine."

Su Yan shook his head, his face changed slightly: "Be careful!"

Shen Zhiwen didn't turn his head back, a bright black light burst out from his palm instantly, devouring the monster behind him.

As the contemporary elder brother of Xuanhuangzong, Shen Zhiwen's cultivation is only half a step away from the Supreme Realm. Without the help of Martial Dao Supreme and Martial Dao Legend, he is one of the strongest existences on the battlefield.

As for those Martial Dao Supremes and Martial Dao Legends, due to their strong destructive power, they are all fighting at high altitude at this moment, so as not to affect the troops below.

In fact, Su Yan's strength was about the same as Shen Zhiwen's, but she was hard to beat with two fists, and she had been seriously injured in several days of fighting, so she would be defeated by any strong person from the Purple Spirit Clan.

"You are too seriously injured, you should retreat to the back first."

Shen Zhiwen said seriously.

"No, I want to avenge my master!"

Gritting his teeth, Su Yan said firmly.

Now that the war has been fought, both sides are basically jealous, wishing to tear each other apart, especially in the case of the fall of the ancestor of Fengleizong, how could Su Yan retreat.

At this moment, a disciple of the Fenglei Sect rushed towards the army of monsters like a moth to a flame. At the moment when he was about to be submerged, a dazzling light suddenly lit up on his body, creating a terrifying storm of spiritual power!

This disciple actually chose to blew himself up at the last moment of his life!

Immediately afterwards, as if a fuse had been ignited, the disciples of the Fenglei Sect blew themselves up one by one, and died together with the army of monsters.

"Hahaha, bastards, die!"

"Let you experience how powerful the young master is!"

"kill!"

Seeing this, the disciples of other sects also joined the ranks of self-detonation, setting off a hurricane of spiritual power on the plain, and perishing together with the army of monsters and the purple demon.

"Stop! What are you doing?"

Shen Zhiwen's eyes were tearing, and he wanted to stop this behavior.

"Eldest brother, Xuan Huangzong will leave it to you in the future!"

As the words fell, a disciple of the Xuanhuang Sect suddenly jumped over Shen Zhiwen and rushed into the army of monsters, exploding like a cannonball.

"Do not!"

Shen Zhiwen's expression was ferocious, and he suddenly remembered a poem that his master had read: "The green hills can't stop the flood, but the long embankment is made of flesh and blood; the three statues are hard to recover, and the common people have to comfort my body; I would rather guard an inch of the country than look at it." Japanese pirate Bailijin...

Shen Zhiwen didn't understand the meaning of this poem before, but now he finally understands.

Just when Shen Zhiwen was about to unleash all his spiritual power and charge into the army of monsters, a mighty shout suddenly came from the sky: Withdraw!

Although there was only one word, Shen Zhiwen still recognized the owner of the voice, it was Tianjizi, the ancestor of the Tianji Sect, who is now recognized as the strongest human race in the Southern Territory!

Boom!

The next moment, a huge beam of spiritual power fell from the sky, distorting and shattering even the space, and just hit the enemy camp, swallowing countless monsters and purple spirit warriors in an instant.

This kind of power, I am afraid that only the powerhouse above the legendary level can achieve it.

"Quick retreat!"

Before Shen Zhiwen could react, someone suddenly grabbed his shoulder and flew towards the rear.

"Uncle?"

Seeing the face of the visitor, Shen Zhiwen was taken aback.

"Uncle, what's going on?"

"No time to explain,

Get out of here quickly. "

There was blood on the corner of the visitor's mouth, and he said expressionlessly.

"But the Saintess of Fenglei Sect is still there..."

Shen Zhiwen turned his head, but did not see Su Yan's figure.

"Hehe, she is the future hope of the Fenglei Sect, so you don't need to worry about it."

With that said, the visitor pointed to the front, and only then did Shen Zhiwen realize that Su Yan had been rescued by a senior Fenglei sect.

Some warriors who reacted quickly turned and left immediately after hearing the word "withdraw" without any hesitation, while those who reacted slowly retreated quickly under the reminder of their companions.

The originally extremely fierce battle turned into a one-sided trend immediately after the word fell. No one expected that the ancestor of Tianji Sect would order to retreat at this time.

The monster beasts and the Purple Spirit Clan obviously did not intend to let go of this opportunity to take advantage of the victory, and followed closely behind the four major sects. Fortunately, because of the previous beam of spiritual power, the monster beasts and the Purple Spirit Clan army were in chaos for a while, and their movements were slow One shot, even so, many warriors were caught up and killed.

"Uncle, if this continues, our entire army will be wiped out."

Witnessing this scene, Shen Zhiwen gritted his teeth and said, he didn't understand why they had to retreat. Once they retreated, it would be equivalent to the fall of the southern border!

"Staying is the real annihilation."

Uncle Shen Zhiwen is a tall and straight middle-aged man. Although he is already old, it can be seen that he must have been a handsome man when he was young.

"In the end what happened?"

Shen Zhiwen couldn't help asking again.

"There are too many monster beasts and high-level powerhouses from the Purple Spirit Clan. If the fight continues, everyone will die here. If it wasn't for those legendary people who forcibly delayed, none of us would be able to escape."

The middle-aged man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sighed.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, a deafening roar came, and all the warriors below the heaven rank were struck by lightning, and their whole bodies trembled uncontrollably.

The clouds parted, and a giant dragon as deep as obsidian flew down from the sky, with its wings spread out, covering the sky and the sun, and setting off gusts of wind.

"The real body of the Great Void Dragon?"

Seeing this, Shen Zhiwen was shocked, and finally understood why the ancestor of Tianji Sect ordered to retreat.

It is a super monster with the blood of a divine beast. Even in the Legendary Realm, it has few opponents. It is said that it has been living in the Valley of the Dead for thousands of years. It is the most powerful monster in the southern region. I didn't expect it to participate in this war!

"call!"

The Great Void Dragon opened its bloody mouth, spit out a pitch-black flame, and rolled it towards the human warriors. At the same time, a beam of spiritual light fell from the sky, which could intercept the pitch-black flames, so that no casualties were caused to the human warriors.

"It's the Great Void Dragon, run!"

Everyone was shocked. Facing monsters at the legendary level, no matter how many people there were, they would just die. Only legends can fight against legends.

"Is the southern border really going to end this time?"

Shen Zhiwen showed despair, he felt so weak for the first time.

Suddenly, Shen Zhiwen saw Youdao's figure walking backwards.

What the hell?

Rubbing his eyes, Shen Zhiwen was sure that he was not mistaken. On the plain below, a slightly thin figure in fluttering white clothes was slowly walking towards the monsters and the army of the Purple Spirit Clan. It looked out of place.

"Hey! Run, don't go there!"

Shen Zhiwen shouted loudly, but the man continued walking as if he didn't hear him.

In a daze, Shen Zhiwen felt as if he had seen this figure somewhere before.