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"Master is not here now. Is there no one in the entire world of immortality who can deal with the demons? Or do you think you are incapable of fighting?

As the leader of a sect, don’t you have this responsibility? "

The voice seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth. It was not like Qu Xiuqi's usual voice. On the contrary, it sounded a bit disdainful.

Zhou Yongchang's nose was so angry when he heard this.

He finally found the fault in Kan Ziyu's behavior, how could anyone dare to refute him?

How dare a Nascent Soul stage stinky demon clan disrespect him?

Although his sect had a bad reputation in recent years, no one dared to disrespect him in front of him.

Now a fledgling boy still dares to ridicule him. If he really loses face by his words, how can he survive in the world of immortality in the future?

Zhou Yongchang squeezed the secret with his right hand, and an extremely spicy poisonous needle flew towards Qu Xiuqi's eye.

His eyes were so demonic that he would only seduce the nuns there.

Don't think that he didn't notice that several female cultivators were already looking at the stinky demon clan several times, including Fairy Mi Xun, whom he had unsuccessfully pursued.

He always hated people who didn't listen to him, and because Qu Xiuqi was Kan Ziyu's disciple, he added new hatred to old hatred, and wanted to destroy Qu Xiuqi Junyi's face.

Qu Xiuqi was not someone to be trifled with. He had known for a long time that this smelly old man was not a good person, so he was already fully prepared.

With a "ding" sound, the green poisonous needle was directly blocked by him with his sword.

Before it could get close to its owner, it fell to the ground and turned into a puddle of water, leaving a small crater on the white jade slab.

This white jade stone is formed by thousands of years of spiritual energy. Many immortal cultivators will forge it into defensive magic weapons, which shows its strength.

The Xuantian Sect was so wealthy that they directly used it as floor tiles to decorate the sect.

But now it has been corroded by a small needle, which shows how toxic it is.

"Venerable Guixu, what you did is really out of character. How could you do this to a junior like this?"

Zang Tan's eyes were filled with compassion, and the hand holding the prayer beads was stunned. External troubles were imminent, and internal strife began to appear again. Is this how it should be?

He looked up at the fellow Taoist who spoke.

Although the words were a bit harsh, it was not what he wanted to say.

Now that he appears here, isn't it because he wants the sages from various sects to work together to deal with the demons?

Unfortunately, there are indeed many people coming, but there are even more people who want to fish in troubled waters.

When did the world of cultivating immortals become like this?

Qu Xiuqi didn't know what these people were thinking. When he saw the strong corrosive power, he glanced at the Lingyan Sword in his hand in panic.

Seeing that the sword was intact, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Ling Yanjian silently flashed waves of light, indicating that the owner was not in fear of his life at this time, and that he was not harmed.

This is what the senior sister found in the room.

Thinking of this, his eyes darkened slightly.

Lingyan Sword is Su Wan's natal spiritual sword, and it stands to reason that it will never leave its master.

Unless the person who comes has extremely high cultivation and makes Ling Yanjian succumb to the pressure, he will not be able to return to Su Wan Dantian.

He didn't want to think about it anymore.

There are only two people with such cultivation in this world.

One is the Master who has also disappeared, and the other is the Demon Lord who is currently in the limelight.

Whether it was because of the former or the latter, he didn't want Amelia Su to have too much contact with these two people.

Zhou Yongchang waved his hand nonchalantly, "What's the use of a stinky bald donkey chanting sutras all day long?"

"It's just a small test. Isn't this person still alive and well?"

Zang Tan shook his head helplessly. The fact that no harm was caused did not mean that he approved of Zhou Yongchang's actions.

What if that fellow Taoist failed to avoid it?

The poisonous gas was so strong that even he couldn't be sure that he would be able to survive the corrosion.

Zhou Yongchang doesn't care what these people are talking about?

After discussing it for a long time, we couldn't make any big decision.

Kan Ziyu is finally gone. It's time for him, Zhou Yongchang, to make the decision in this world of immortality.

He couldn't help but smile as he thought of how the cultivators were flattering him after he defeated the demons.

It's just that the smile comes from the heart. Not only is he unconvincing, but it also makes people feel bad for no reason.

"The Xuantian Sect is too lax in the discipline of its disciples. Now that the enemy of the demon race is ahead, I don't care about this young boy."

Zhou Yongchang thought he was handsome and stood up with his sleeves rolled up. His voice was amplified through spiritual power and reached the ears of every venerable person attending the sect meeting.

"I have made complete preparations. The demons have announced publicly that in three days, the Xuantian Sect will be slaughtered with blood.

The only way now is for us, the venerables, to exterminate the demons together. "

He looked at the stunned eyes of everyone and instantly felt that his image became taller.

With this great achievement of repelling the demons, why should he worry about losing his prestige to Kan Ziyu?

"Most of the demons are just inferior creatures from the abyss, and they have not even fully developed their spiritual intelligence. Can we still not defeat them?"

After Zhou Yongchang said this, he casually glanced at the silent crowd around him, "Since you don't have anything to say, let us work together to suppress the demon clan!"

"Suppress the demons together!"

"Suppress the demons together!"

"..."

The deafening voice sounded in the hall full of people, as if Zhou Yongchang had completely inspired the confidence to defeat the demons.

Zang Tan didn't speak, his eyes were complicated.

This disaster is, after all, a hurdle that the world of cultivating immortals cannot overcome.

When Qu Xiuqi saw this scene, he felt ridiculous.

Not to mention Zhou Yongchang's character, as far as his cultivation is concerned, he can only be regarded as a middle-lower class among many sages.

But no one stood up and dared to take on this responsibility.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was just wasting his time here. He might as well practice, so that he could contribute to the battle between immortals and demons three days later.

Even if he is a demon clan, he doesn't want the Xuantian Sect that has lived for decades to be destroyed because of this struggle.

Not only because of him, but also because he knew that Amelia Su would not see this scene.

However, the search for Senior Sister needs to be put on hold for the time being.

He silently held the Lingyan Sword in his hand, his eyes becoming determined.

**

The sun was covered with blood, and the city closest to the demon world had become a vassal of the demons.

Tall demon statues stood majestically, and their tops were already covered in blood, obviously made of blood.

In this endless purgatory, people's wailing could not be heard. Countless bones were floating on the sea of ​​blood. As far as the eye could see, there were no living mortals.

Yu Wanrui closed her eyes and took a deep breath, obviously very satisfied with this situation.

During these days, her cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, and even the high-level demons are no match for her.

But if she wants to win the battle, it's still not enough.

Thinking of this, she turned to look at the person behind her and said impatiently: "When will we attack Xuantian Sect?"

She couldn't wait to see Amelia Su kneel down and beg her.

Such a cold face, if there were a few scratches on it, it would look very nice with blood splatters on the face.

"almost."

Gouchu looked at the purgatory in the distance, his expression unchanged, and his eyes were filled with determination to win.

A mere mortal will die if he dies.

After all, it was all Yu Wanrui's doing, and he didn't do anything.