C7 Tusk

The peak of the Ancestral God's Ding Mountain was a hubbub of noise. The Little Demons who had just arrived were happily eating the large pieces of beast meat that were continuously splattering out of the cauldron.

The village at the foot of the mountain was extremely solemn. A faint killing intent came out from the camp, and the disciples of the Luo Clan spurred their troops and horses, and waited for the gate to open, and then they slaughtered their way out.

Jingluo Sect, one of the nine great sects. Its origin could be traced back to the unparalleled treasure of eight thousand years ago, the Banner of the Luo, coming into being.

He brought tens of thousands of cultivation experts with him as he circled his Celestial Evolution Realm, and followed along. In the end, he even broke through the nine levels of the heavenly tribulation aura in the Celestial Evolution Realm, broke through the encirclement of the Sky Spill Divine Beast, and left, disappearing into the vast starry sky.

This Jingluo Sect was created by an expert who had fought with Bu Luo Qi for several rounds.

As for the name of the expert, no one knew, and the descendant was honored as the ancestor of the Ba Luo family. This ancestor recalled the many times he fought with Ba Luo Qi, and finally managed to comprehend the technique of the Nine Changes of Jingluo.

The Nine Changes of Jingluo had evolved into an eighty-one transformations, and every transformation was a technique used to fight the enemy. The inner disciples who had trained in three or five transformations could be considered outstanding, and only the elders and masters who had cultivated to twenty transformations could be considered outstanding figures.

As for the disciples from the outer sect who came to attack Ding Mountain, very few of them knew how to use techniques, and most of them only knew superficial martial arts such as dancing with swords and sticks. Their bodies were far inferior to the Little Demoness', just that every day, when training with the soldiers, their fighting strength would increase extremely quickly, adding on the excellent equipment, they would not be inferior to the Mountain-Patrolling Sprite.

The person who was preparing to attack Ding Mountain in the camp this time was the inner disciple of Jingluo Sect, Luo Gongqing. With his outstanding talent, he had already trained to the point of having three great changes.

The Dao Sect's inner disciples were all arrogant and proud, Luo Gongqing even wanted to build his career, and put down this Ding Mountain, gloriously returning to the Jingluo Sect. That was the reason why he was valued by the elders, and became one of the top disciples amongst the inner disciples, the disciples of the sect.

Following an elder to become a Successor Disciple, Luo Gongqing still had some expectations. As for becoming an elder's personal disciple, or even a Sect Leader disciple from the upper levels, no one would dare to imagine that.

Outer sect disciples were like the cannon fodder characters of Mountain-Patrolling Sprite s, they could recruit as many Nine Sects as they wanted, while inner sect disciples were divided into mountain sect disciples, true disciples, clothed disciples, and sect master disciples.

On the other hand, true disciples were a level higher than true disciples. Only by cultivating the sect's techniques to a certain level would one be able to receive such a title, and only true disciples, who were well-versed in the seven transformations of Jingluo Sect, would have the right to receive such a title.

An elder only had one disciple, who was known as an Elder. There were even magic tools left behind by an Elder that belonged to him, similar to the relationship between father and son.

As for the disciples of the sect, they were all disciples of the sect master. If nothing unexpected happened, the disciples of the sect master would become the sect master's disciples.

In the tent, Luo Gongqing threw out a red arrow and shouted: "Assault!"

The gates of the Jingluo Sect camp were opened wide, with shield in left hand and blade in right hand, the disciples of the Bai Luo surged forward, striking towards the Ding Mountain in a grandiose manner.

The lesser demons who were halfway up the mountain were already on their guard. Even though they were at an absolute disadvantage in terms of strength, they were incomparably brave and brave, shockingly dashing towards the foot of the mountain.

The demons that were eating heartily on the peak of the Ding Mountain were no longer in the mood to enjoy the delicacies. As they randomly picked up a wooden stick, they felt much safer.

Yang Qiu found Jiang Feng and took out a piece of leg meat that he hadn't finished gnawing on. "It's about to start a war. Eat quickly. Only after eating will you have strength."

Jiang Feng also did not hold back and quickly finished it all in two or three bites.

"Aren't you afraid that this leg meat is the flesh of the little demon that was first cooked?" Yang Qiu asked deliberately.

"We are all monsters now, eating humans and eating demons isn't too different," Jiang Feng glanced at Yang Qiu, then continued, "It's you who's always fantasizing about going back to the past, you should just think about how to survive."

Yang Qiu was silent and didn't answer.

Why are you still playing dumb here? The enemies of Jingluo Sect are already at the foot of the mountain, if you don't kill them, they'll kill you. It was unknown when the Ding Mountain group of demons had led a group of Sky Scorpion Lions, and their thunderous roars resounded throughout the mountain.

Jiang Feng pulled Yang Qiu and joined the crowd to attack the enemy. However, his movement was slower than the other lesser demons by half a beat and he soon fell behind the rest of the group.

Negative inaction, this was the first ingenious plan Jiang Feng thought of to survive in the battlefield.

The frontliners of the Jingluo Sect had already clashed with the lesser demons that were initially guarding the halfway point of the Ding Mountain. Flesh and blood flew everywhere at the foot of the mountain, and the sound of battle shook the skies.

These three thousand were the leftover elites from the great battle. Compared to the five thousand Little Demons who had just arrived, they did not have the slightest bit of fighting strength, and were instead thrown into chaos on the battlefield, becoming even more dangerous.

Any shadow that moved around was the target of his attack, and he struck out with his staff indiscriminately. The group of Ding Mountain Demons that held the advantage, however, did not have any obvious advantages, as the battle was still extremely tense.

Luo Gongqing, who was in the midst of watching the battle in the Jingluo Sect Camp, was a little pleased with himself. What he wanted was this kind of situation, if he gave this batch of reinforcements a period of time to train them together with the Little Demons, and before his reinforcements arrived, forget about taking down the Ding Mountain, even if the camp was not destroyed, he would be lucky.

The remaining three thousand Little Demons in Ding Mountain were not all from hundreds of battles, but there were over ten of them, and they had experienced the berserk attacks of the Little Demon Recruits. They quickly adapted to the berserk battle and focused on the Little Demon Recruits around them, paying no attention to the disciples in Jingluo Sect at all.

A backstab was much more dangerous than a head-on attack, forcing the lesser demons to be extremely cautious.

The flames of war had already burned halfway up the mountain. This was the last line of defense for the small demons in Ding Mountain, and also the safety barrier that Jiang Feng and Yang Qiu relied on to survive.

Yang Qiu was trembling in fear as he watched the blood fight between the lesser demons and the sect disciples that was more than ten meters away. Jiang Feng's reaction was strange, seemingly calm, but there was a surging undercurrent in his eyes and the blood in his body was boiling.

KILL, KILL, KILL!

This word kept flashing through Jiang Feng's mind. The teachings of the sages were just like the floating clouds. The only way to survive was to improve your strength through slaughter.

Jiang Feng's chest rose and fell violently. He felt like he could not control his urge to kill and had no choice but to punch himself in the chest. The deep pain in his bones diverted his attention and his bloodthirsty thoughts decreased quite a bit.