In front of this meeting hall is a square, which is already sitting on the ground, filled with many practitioners and hundreds of people.

All these practitioners were seriously injured and could not go to the battlefield in the short term. They all had a calm expression on their faces, and as for those who were quite convenient, they were still resisting on the front line.

When the battle reached this time, everyone had tried their best. No, they had tried their best. When the battle was tight, even ordinary people and even old men climbed up the city wall, forged a flesh-and-blooded city wall with their blood and lives, temporarily blocking the waves and buying time for others.

"Really, have you reached this point?" Everyone was thinking in their hearts, but there was no other idea.

Mo Xingye brought a glass of wine from the conference hall and raised it high.

"Today, we will die for ourselves and for others."

"No matter who you are, what you have done! We are brothers and compatriots at this moment!"

"As long as you are willing to leave at this moment and forget your past, we will not hold grudges."

"The wolves outside the village have swallowed everything, and only you can save everything."

"I, Mo Xingye, are with you. Justice is with us!"

Mo Xingye drank all the wine in the glass, and then threw it to the ground with a bang, and the wine glass was smashed to pieces.

"I wish to live and die with the Lord, and to live and die with justice." The spirit creatures shouted below, shouting fanatically. They knew what their ending would be and what consequences they would face.

Mo Xingye was filled with tears in his eyes excitedly, constantly wiping his tears.

"Ancestors go back, I am ashamed. The waves are surging. It is already between life and death. I beg you to help me." After saying that, the entire square fell into silence. Hold the spirit card in your arms high.

Only everyone's breathing can be heard.

Tick ​​tick tick.

Some spiritualists' blood oozed out of the hurried bandage wound and fell on the floor.

Mo Xingye and the spirit masters of No. 1 Middle School both stopped breathing and did not dare to breathe.

This is a secret method collected from a certain family. It is said that it was left by the founder of their family before his death. However, this method had not been used, and the family was destroyed that night. Only that ranking was left.

It is said that as long as you pray to this ranking,

There will be helpers coming from the sky to help the family overcome difficulties.

There have also been stories of praying to this ranking and then saving them in history.

This can be said to be Mo Xingye’s last trump card and the last trump card of the entire copycat.

The entire Guanghang was silent, everyone lowered their heads, and their hearts seemed to be pressing on a huge rock.

Everyone was worried.

After all, many years have passed since I last saw this legend, so it is another matter whether the methods left behind are useful.

"Why did you retreat?" Ling Yun saw the scene in front of him in his heart on the hillside.

He had never participated in such an action in his previous life. At that time, perhaps he had just begun his yarn in his life.

But he soon discovered that a group of flying insects fell from the sky.

"This is actually..." Ling Yun's eyes were cold and narrowed into a slit.

There are hundreds of these insects, flying around each other, forming a red cloud that circles down and falls into the square.

Buzzing!

The noisy sound of the insect swarm came into everyone's ears, and some spiritual masters suddenly raised their heads, revealing an ecstatic look.

"Thank you, thank you for your blessing." A stone in Mo Xingye's heart fell to the ground, respectfully heading towards the 100th insect swarm, and then got up.

"Let's go and have a look." Mo Xingye sighed, with only joy and sorrow on his face.

After leaving the meeting hall and standing in the corridor, the spiritual masters saw a red whirlwind blowing in the square.

These insects are only the size of fingertips, as big as mosquitoes, but these insects look hideous and terrifying, and are all red.

They entered the bodies of the practitioners sitting in the square, absorbed their blood and spiritual power, and in just a few breaths, they changed from one to several.

Depending on each practitioner's qualifications and level, the number of them is generated is also different.

There are more and more bugs, and the insects that are constantly intriguing out of the practitioner's skin, fly out, and then enter again.

There were screams, crying, and shouts in the square, but no practitioner escaped.

Before they came here, they were told that such a thing would happen. Thinking of Zhang Heng, they were willing to contribute their lives to the organization.

"All of them are heroes!" Mo Xingye stood in the corridor

Up, watching this scene, the voice was extremely low, and even the hand holding the handrail was trembling.

The other spiritual masters explained that they looked heavy and remained silent.

This situation is exactly the same as recorded in ancient books. This strange method must be fed with the name of the practitioner, so that these insects will be satisfied and help people resist foreign invasions.

It is very likely that the family that left this method was eaten up by bugs.

After a while, these insects ate and drank enough and hovered again. Their momentum became even more powerful. In just a few kung fu, the number of these insects soared so many times. A red hurricane formed and blew towards the wolves.

Leaves all the skinny bones, even dry bones, only bones wrapped in coats.

"It's indeed the Red Thousand Worm!" Ling Yun stood on the hillside from afar, and looked at this scene, and couldn't help but sigh.

This red thousand insect can be called a spirit beast. Because the entire red thousand insect swarm will only have one will, they are both collectives and individuals.

As spiritual beasts, they are very unique. They do not control the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. They can only be called strange beasts.

As strange beasts, they specialize in feeding on the essence and blood of the cultivators. After eating, they will continue to split, from one to two to four.

If they are hungry and cannot find food, they will devour themselves, reduce the size of their ethnic group to maintain their consumption of their life activities.

Both are spiritual beasts, fire-having beasts are legitimate spiritual king-level existences.

When these red insects were strong, they were overwhelming and far surpassed the level of the Spirit King. When they were weak, there were only a few, and even the Beast King could not beat them.

Ling Yun, as a Demon Lord, naturally saw such classics in his previous life, but he was so stupid in his previous life that all these things were burned by him.

Now these red insects are in total in tens of thousands of volumes, sweeping across the entire battlefield like a hurricane.

Wherever you go, neither the practitioner nor the wolves can escape death.

They swept left and right and penetrated into the hungry wolf's body. In just a few breaths, the hungry wolf's blood was drained.

However, these beast blood can only provide rewards and cannot differentiate them. Only blood containing spiritual power can have this effect.

One by one, the hungry wolves were drawn into mummies, fell to the ground, and lost their lives.
Chapter completed!