All the cultivators in the Beihe Pass defense formation were horrified the moment the Black Magic Flower appeared.
Especially the general of Beihe Pass, his face changed drastically.
They didn't recognize what this strange plant was at first, but they all smelled a hint of danger.
At this time, Lu Qingshan, who also rushed to the city wall of Beihe Pass to check the situation, had a more solemn expression than the monks of Beihe Pass.
He recognized the three strange plants.
Not long ago, he had seen the black magic flower when he was attacking Yumo City.
This is the heritage of Yumo City, a rare item that is comparable to the human race’s city defense formation.
At that time, just one flower was enough to boost the combat power of all the magic cultivators in Yu Demon City.
The power it released made Lu Qingshan helpless for a moment.
At this moment, three black magic flowers appeared!
The three black magic flowers emitted a strong black light and spread out violently.
In just a blink of an eye, the black light had enveloped the more than 3,000 seventh-grade demon cultivators.
It was visible to the naked eye that after being enveloped by the black light, the aura of all the demon cultivators suddenly increased.
The rolling black fog formed by the demonic energy was three times thicker than before.
The three black magic flowers instantly brought a huge boost to the demon clan's combat power.
But that’s not all.
"Concentrate!" The leading demon cultivator of the demon clan, the Demon Marshal Kulong, stood near the black magic flower, with a gloomy look in his eyes, and shouted coldly.
His voice sounded, setting off endless echoes, reverberating in the sky outside Beihe Pass.
The monks at Beihe Pass also heard this voice and their hearts were pounding.
At the moment when the sound was heard, the black light released by the black magic flower became more intense.
The rolling demonic energy suddenly rolled back in the black light, suddenly shrinking and condensing, almost condensing into substance.
These evil spirits finally condensed outside Beihe Pass...
A sharp spear!
A sharp spear formed by demonic energy.
The gun is pointed at Beihe Pass!
The moment this magic spear appeared , the pupils of all the monks on the city wall of Beihe Pass suddenly shrank, their breathing became rapid, and their hearts were horrified.
Because they felt an irresistible sense of oppression above the sharp spears.
"go!"
The withered dragon demon commander laughed grimly.
The magic spear immediately whistled out and suddenly rushed towards Beihe Pass .
It crossed a distance of several miles almost instantly.
The magic spear arrived in an instant and landed heavily on the city defense formation of Beihe Pass, bombarding the barrier that was several feet thick.
boom!
The light curtain that was supposed to be indestructible and unshakable suddenly made a huge roar.
Amid the roar, the light curtain began to tremble violently, creating ripples, as if it could not hold on any longer.
Fortunately, the evil energy on the sharp spear was dissipating rapidly, and its power was lost.
After a moment, the sharp spear condensed by demonic energy finally turned back into demonic energy and returned to nothingness.
The ripples on the light curtain also calmed down and returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.
But the general of Beiheguan couldn't laugh at all at this time.
Because he understood that in order to resist this attack, the city defense formation would consume a lot of energy.
"The human race's formation...turtle shell, hehe." Seeing this scene from afar, the Demon Marshal Kulong was very calm.
He waved his hand lightly, and the demonic energy rolled again. Another sharp spear condensed into shape and attacked the protective light curtain of Beihe Pass again.
"Attack!" At the same time, the Demon Marshal Kulong shouted.
Following his order, all the demon cultivators used their own methods.
First, three black flames streaked through the sky and shot towards Beihe Pass. In an instant, they arrived in front of the Beihe Pass formation. A black demonic wind swept out, and a demon cultivator controlled the poisonous fog like a tornado. There were also ice arrows, blood light, and green silk threads...
In an instant, more than three thousand demon cultivators attacked at the same time, and only a few demon cultivators who had no means of long-range attack were still enduring.
The sky was illuminated by various magical lights, and all the clouds were torn into pieces and scattered.
The attack was all-round, with so many demon cultivators simultaneously attacking the Beihe Pass city defense formation.
Suddenly, thunder roared and the earth shook.
Under this continuous attack, the Beihe city defense formation was like a small boat in the rough sea, which could capsize at any time.
No formation is perfect, and no matter how strong it is, it still needs replenishment and rest. It is impossible to run at overload all the time.
"Attack together and share some of the offensive force for the Beihe formation!" Beihe Pass General Wu Yan's eyes flickered, knowing that the situation was not optimistic, and hurriedly gave the order.
As soon as he finished speaking, the monks of Beihe Pass used their own spells and magic weapons, rushed out of the light curtain of the Beihe formation, and went to meet the overwhelming offensive of the demons.
The magic of the human cultivators and the magic of the demons collided in the air.
For a time, the war was raging and the two sides annihilated each other.
The magic permeated the entire Beihe land, and the entire sky turned into a battlefield. The ferocious power of the magic created a twisted ripple, draining all the air and spiritual energy in this world.
The momentum is overwhelming and the roar is echoing.
Many of the demon clan's attacks were blocked by the magic of the Beihe Pass monks before they even hit the light curtain of the Beihe Formation.
But there were more attacks that landed on the light curtain of the Beihe formation without any hindrance.
The ripples on the light curtain never stopped and continued to rise.
boom!
Another deafening roar was heard.
It was the sharp spear condensed by demonic energy that once again bombarded the formation.
The sharp spear scattered and condensed, condensed and scattered, like a battering ram, crashing into the solid "city gate" of the Beihe Formation again and again.
"No, the demon's offensive is much more ferocious than we imagined. If this continues, the Beihe formation will be unsustainable in a day at most." Beihe Pass General Wu Yan made a judgment inside the light curtain.
Beihe Pass is ranked among the top three of the 17 city passes of the human race. Its scale is far larger than the original Luoyan Pass, so the city defense formation is also extremely powerful.
Under normal circumstances, even when facing a siege formation of more than 3,000 seventh-grade demon cultivators, with the assistance of the Beihe Great Formation, if tens of thousands of Beihe Pass cultivators defend the city gate and do not go out, they can at least hold out for three days.
But now, the situation is much worse than expected.
The root cause is...
Wu Yan always turned his gaze towards the back of the demon cultivators' camp.
There, there are three black magic flowers that are constantly releasing black light.
It was these three black magic flowers that raised the combat power of these magic cultivators to a higher level. Coupled with the magic spears condensed by the power of the black magic flowers themselves, it led to the current dire situation.
"General, given the distance between us and Yumen Pass, it will take at least three days for the reinforcements from Yumen Pass to arrive after receiving the news..."
Zhao Xuan, the lieutenant general of Beihe Pass beside General Wu Yan, said with a pale face: "Under the current situation, we will be lucky if we can hold on for one day..."
“Unless…” Zhao Xuan’s eyes turned red, and he gritted his teeth and said, “Unless the three magic flowers can be destroyed.”
All the cultivators at Beihe Pass could see that the key to whether they could hold out until reinforcements arrived depended on those three magic flowers.
Wu Yan was silent for a moment, his eyes flashing with brilliance.
After pondering for a moment, he finally made a decision, "The best plan now is to take the initiative and destroy those three magic flowers!"
"But..." Lieutenant General Zhao Xuan frowned, looking at the numerous seventh-grade demon cultivators outside Beihe Pass, and was speechless for a moment.
The three magic flowers were at the very back of the demon camp, which meant that if they wanted to destroy the three magic flowers, they would have to rush through the ravine of more than three thousand seventh-grade demon cultivators.
How is this possible?
"If we don't take the initiative to attack, we will be waiting for death. If we take the initiative to attack, there will at least be a glimmer of hope." Wu Yan whispered, trying to convince the lieutenant general beside him as well as himself.
He naturally understood that his decision was reckless, but he had no choice.
Finally, he made a decision.
"The First Army of Beihe Guard, follow me and charge out of the pass." General Wu Yan suddenly spoke, and immediately led the charge, leading a group of Beihe Pass monks, numbering more than twenty people, and rushed out of the light curtain.
"For Beihe!" Wu Yan's voice was earth-shattering, and with a roar, he immediately rushed towards the demon camp.
"Heh, you're just waiting to die!" Seeing this, the Demon Marshal Kulong, who was in charge of both command and guarding the black magic flower at the back of the demon camp, couldn't help but grinned.
The next moment, the sharp spear condensed by demonic energy that was attacking the Beihe Formation suddenly turned and attacked Wu Yan and his group of human cultivators who had just broken out of the protection of the Beihe Formation.
“Stop it!” General Wu Yan stood in the front, his whole body bursting with terrifying flames, transforming him into a ball of fire god, and rushed towards the sharp spear.
He is a physical cultivator.
The duty of a physical cultivator is to block all attacks for his companions.
Only when the physical cultivator dies will his companions be harmed.
Around his body, countless flames also appeared out of nowhere, turning into a world of fire.
This is his domain.
But what Wu Yan did not expect was that the moment the demonic spear rushed into his domain, it actually erupted with a terrifying force far greater than before.
The demonic spear advanced forward, and the light on it changed from dim to bright, and from black light to purple-black, as if a qualitative change had occurred.
The sky and the earth changed color, the void shattered, it was extremely powerful and unstoppable.
A huge resonance of power.
Wu Yan's face changed color, and he quickly crossed his hands. A strong energy gushed out from his mouth and nose, and countless flames rose up in the Dharma Realm.
The power of the Dharma Realm emerged, transforming into a pair of flaming dragons that danced together and became a pair of giant dragon shears.
The spirit of the law realm.
This is the spirit of the Dharma Realm cultivated by Wu Yan. His arms can transform into dragons, capable of overcoming all means.
The twin scissors were extremely brilliant, made of flames, blocking the demonic spear.
In just a moment, both of them burst into dazzling light and emitted strong fluctuations.
Wu Yan felt the power of this demonic spear.
The evil energy rolled in like a vast ocean, and the tip of the spear was as sharp as a divine sword, trying to pierce through his arms.
The leaves of the three black magic flowers were rustling, and it was obvious that they were trying their best to launch this attack.
In the fierce collision, Wu Yan's body began to tremble violently.
As he trembled, blood began to flow from all his seven orifices, and his abundant energy and blood were withering.
Wu Yan's condition is relatively good.
Three black magic flowers simultaneously emitted purple-black light, like a volcano erupting, bursting out with tyrannical force, and condensed into twenty much smaller magic spears, which shot towards the twenty seventh-level Beihewei monks who rushed out of the light curtain with Wu Yan.
The power of these demonic spears is not as terrifying as that of the demonic lances.
But at the same time, the cultivators of Beihewei's First Army were not as powerful as Wu Yan.
So, in the blink of an eye, nearly ten Beihewei monks were killed.
The sky was stained with blood and the bloody smell was overwhelming.
Not to mention reaching the three black magic flowers, they had already lost most of their men before they could even get out a mile.
The monk from Beihe Pass within the light curtain watched his colleagues die, his eyes filled with bloodshot and he let out low growls of unwillingness.
But... they can't rush out.
Once they break out of the Beihe formation, they will also end up dead. Not only will it not save them, but it will also accelerate the fall of Beihe Pass.
"Go... go back, go back to the Beihe formation!" Wu Yan laughed miserably, his blood suddenly surged, and bright blood flowers bloomed from his pores.
He groaned as if he was in some pain. His flesh kept cracking and blood splattered everywhere.
In contrast, the flames in his domain of magic were like being poured with hot oil. It suddenly leaped upwards, bursting out with unparalleled power, whistling out, and completely burning the demonic spear and the surrounding demonic energy.
At this moment, he and the remaining dozen or so Beihewei monks finally escaped the threat of the black magic flower temporarily.
They retreated rapidly without hesitation and escaped back into the light curtain before a new wave of attacks from the Black Magic Flower arrived.
After rushing back into the light curtain, Beiheguan Lieutenant General Zhao Xuan hurriedly stepped forward to support the seriously injured General Wu Yan.
"Defeated...completely defeated..." Wu Yan pushed Zhao Xuan away, staggered, and laughed miserably.
The power unleashed by the Black Magic Flower was so terrifying that even he could hardly resist it.
Besides, even if he could block the attack launched by the Black Magic Flower, there was still an extremely long distance between him and the Black Magic Flower.
There were more than three thousand seventh-grade magic cultivators blocking the way at this distance, and the top magic commander, the withered dragon magic commander, was guarding next to the black magic flower.
How can we overcome such a natural barrier?
Unless it is a cultivator of the eighth realm...
Only a cultivator at the eighth level can do this, right?
But there are no eighth-level cultivators in Beihe Pass.
So... this is a dead end.
At most in one day, their Beihe Pass formation will be broken, and the city will be destroyed and people will die.
No one can save them.
…
The city wall of Beihe Pass is long and wide, and there are many monks around it.
Xu Xi was also among this crowd, and it could even be said that his current location was not too far away from Beiheguan General Wu Yan.
In addition, Wu Yan did not deliberately conceal anything from beginning to end, so he easily learned about the current situation in Beihe Pass.
"Did Beihe Pass finally fall?" Xu Xi opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but nothing came out.
He thought he had been mentally prepared, but when the day really came, he found that his mental preparation was of no use at all.
A huge sense of sorrow surged into his heart.
Having guarded Beihe Pass for a thousand years, he has long regarded Beihe Pass as his home.
Now, this family is about to be destroyed under the iron hoof of the demons, how can he not be sad?
But now... who can save Beihe Pass?
He sees no hope.
Xu Xi’s eyes went dark.
He never imagined that he had just cured his eyes and was unable to meet the Young Master of the Sword Sect, but had to witness the fall of Beihe Pass with his own eyes.
"If we destroy those three magic flowers, Beihe Pass will have a chance to hold out until reinforcements arrive, right?" At this moment, an extremely familiar voice reached Xu Xi's ears.
He suddenly opened his eyes wide, his heart was shocked, a strong light appeared in his eyes, and he turned to look in the direction where the sound came from.
At some point, a very young and handsome male cultivator appeared near Beihe Pass General Wu Yan.
Wu Yan also subconsciously cast his gaze over there.
Then, his face changed drastically, his breathing became rapid, and he showed a look of disbelief, and an extremely strong sense of horror.
"Lu...Lu Shaozong?!" he cried out in surprise.
As the commander-in-chief of Beihe Pass, he had seen the portrait of the Sword Sect's young master a long time ago. In addition, Lu Qingshan was extremely handsome and impressive, so how could he not recognize Lu Qingshan?
"Lu Shaozong?" Xu Xi didn't understand for a moment.
That young man is the young master? Which sect is he from?
The next moment, he suddenly realized, "It's the Sword Sect's Young Master!"
——Who else could the General Beiheguan be so polite to call him Young Sect Master except the Young Sect Master of the Sword Sect?
Not only Xu Xi, but other cultivators also reacted at this time and looked at the young male cultivator in horror.
He is the most famous figure in Yumen Pass who has risen to fame recently. He has entered Hanguang Garden with the sixth realm of cultivation, and at the same time, he slaughtered Yumo City by himself. The Sword Sect's Young Master, Lu Qingshan? !
"Master Lu, why are you here?" On this side, Wu Yan's face turned pale, his scalp numbed, and he said in great panic.
The fall of Beihe Pass is a foregone conclusion.
However, he never expected that this time, in addition to losing all the cultivators in the city, he would also lose a young master of the Sword Sect.
This was a talented swordsman who had the hope of becoming a sword immortal in the future, a peerless genius that only appears once in a thousand years, and a very likely new leader of the Sword Sect a thousand years from now. How could this person actually die in Beihe Pass?
Wu Yan was confused and didn't know what to do.
"If we destroy those three magic flowers, Beihe Pass will have a chance to hold out until reinforcements arrive, right?" Seeing that Wu Yan did not answer his question, Lu Qingshan asked again.
"Yes..." Wu Yan was in a trance, and replied subconsciously, and then he suddenly reacted, "Lu Shaozong, why are you asking this?"
Lu Qingshan was silent for a moment, then looked up at the three black magic flowers at the back of the demon camp, and finally said calmly: "Maybe, I can destroy those three magic flowers."
"How is that possible?" Wu Yan subconsciously retorted, "Let alone anything else, how can we kill more than 3,000 seventh-grade cultivators blocking our way? Besides, there is also the withered dragon demon commander guarding the demon flower. If we don't kill him, how can we destroy the flower?"
In his imagination, only an eighth-level cultivator could do this under such circumstances.
However, Wu Yan clearly remembered that this Lu Shaozong who had recently gained fame was only a sixth-level swordsman.
"I can give it a try." Lu Qingshan said.
"No, no!" Wu Yan shook his head, flatly rejecting Lu Qingshan's proposal, and said solemnly: "You are the young master of the Sword Sect. Whether in terms of status or potential, you are the highest in Beihe Pass. Your life is the most valuable. Any of us can die, but you can't. How can I let you do something like this to get yourself killed?"
Wu Yan's tone was very firm.
He was already thinking in his mind how to fight to save Lu Qingshan's life after the Beihe formation was broken.
"No, on the contrary, it is precisely because I am the Young Master of the Sword Sect that I cannot escape some responsibilities," Lu Qingshan shook his head and affirmed, "It's not that I can't die, but that only if I die, you will die."
Whenever there is a battle, the sword cultivators of the Sword Sect always lead the charge, fighting to the death and not retreating.
The sword cultivators of the Sword Sect are always the first to die.
This is the pride of the Sword Sect monks, their belief and persistence, and the reason why the Sword Sect can win the respect of the monks in Yumen Pass.
As the young master of the Sword Sect, he should do so even more.
"Besides," he said softly, "in this world, there has never been a reason why anyone cannot die."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Qingshan did not delay any longer and let out a long roar on the spot.
With a long roar, his figure soared into the sky. Before everyone could prepare, in just a moment, he had already rushed out of the protective shield of the Beihe Formation.
His direction...
Pointing directly at the three black magic flowers!
In front of Lu Qingshan were densely packed demonic shadows and rolling demonic energy rising into the sky.
Behind him was the crumbling Beihe Pass.
Just as Lu Qingshan said, even if Beihe Pass was going to fall, it would only fall after his death.
Because he is the young master of the Sword Sect.
"But……"
In the crowd, Xu Xi finally understood what Lu Qingshan meant by "give him a hand". He looked at Lu Qingshan's resolute back as he rushed out of the Beihe formation, his whole body trembling, and he murmured with trembling lips:
"There has never been a reason in this world that anyone must die..."