Cold Clouds

Lin Xiaoxiao was about to take a step forward when she heard a voice saying, "Wait!"

Everyone turned around and saw that Xue Yi and Xue Rong had already moved away from Fu Xian and were looking at Lin Xiaoxiao. Seeing this, Fu Xian temporarily stopped his puppet and planned to see what they wanted to do.

"Two little birds... dare you to stop me?" Lin Xiaoxiao glanced at the two with a bit of sneer and said, "Forget it, I still like little birds a little bit. I'll give you a chance to speak, go ahead."

"Thank you, sir," Xue Yi's voice trembled as she observed Lin Xiaoxiao's expression. "My brother and I have seen your strength and are ready to surrender. I would like to ask if you could give us a chance..."

"Oh? Then show your loyalty," Lin Xiaoxiao sat back on Xuanming and pointed at Qiannianqi and Yuehe not far away, "Bring them back alive."

"Master Fu, you should take the puppet with you as well." Lin Xiaoxiao closed her eyes and instructed Fu Xian in a commanding tone.

Fu Xian's face twitched, but he didn't want to lose face for Lin Xiaoxiao. After all, this was a critical moment in the performance, and even if it wasn't a performance, he couldn't refuse Lin Xiaoxiao.

Thinking of this, Fu Xian cursed Qin Fan secretly and controlled the puppet to move forward.

When Xue Yi and Xue Rong saw that Fu Xian accepted Lin Xiaoxiao's instructions without complaint, they were once again glad that they surrendered so quickly.

On the other side, Li Shen had sealed Liechen into a purple-gold and red gourd. The price he paid was internal injuries, which were not particularly serious, but would definitely affect his combat effectiveness.

Xue Yi Xue Rong, Fu Xian and a puppet surrounded Qiannian Qi and Yue He.

Yue He drew out her folding fan, clenched her teeth, and her eyes revealed a fearless look of facing death. It was obvious that she was ready to risk her life.

"Yuehe, why bother? Why don't you abandon your sickly fiancé and use him as a token of your allegiance? Wouldn't that be better?" Xue Yi smiled, drew out her sword and looked at Yuehe with a sigh.

"Shut up, you scum!" Yue He cursed, with no intention of surrendering at all.

Qiannianqi coughed twice again, and his dark blue scales emitted a faint luster, and his pair of light blue eyes gradually showed murderous intent and determination.

Different from those powerful bosses in the sky, those Yuanying and Jindan-level monsters on the ground, who are usually considered to be more powerful than tens of thousands of people, don't even dare to fly swords, for fear that once they fly up, the ones above will be unhappy and slap them to death with one slap.

Song Hanyun, who had fully recovered and had experienced a catastrophe in which his sword bone was almost broken and his dantian exploded, had improved his strength again. However, it was probably Lin Xiaoxiao's elixir that caused this.

Song Hanyun stabbed a tiger demon in the early Nascent Soul stage with his sword, causing it to howl violently. Although he could not participate in what was happening above, there was a large formation protecting it below, so he could not defeat it even if a Nascent Soul peak stage demon came.

Led by Song Hanyun, Fu Ao and others gathered together. Relying on a large number of puppets and magic weapons, they tore a gap in the sea of ​​monsters.

The first person below the level of God Transformation in the Jiao Clan coalition also set his sights on Song Hanyun and others.

The black-haired woman named Yan Huan is a Teng snake adopted by the Jiao clan. She has pure bloodline and has already taken half a step into the door of becoming a god.

The monsters around Yan Huan looked at her with fear and awe. As a member of the Teng Snake Clan that was responsible for fear and fire, Yan Huan was strong enough to fight against the weakest of the gods, but that was all she could do.

After Song Hanyun chopped down another Nascent Soul stage demon, Yan Huan stood up. She had now become interested in Song Hanyun.

This human is only in the early to middle stage of the Nascent Soul, but his strength is surprisingly strong. Although there are various elixirs to help him recover his spiritual power, his spiritual power base should not be underestimated.

He must be killed. As long as we are on the opposite side, someone with such talent will definitely be a huge threat.

A high wall of fire suddenly rose up around Song Hanyun, and Fu Xian's puppet didn't last even a second before turning into ashes and scrap metal.

Fu Xian raised his eyes to look at Yan Huan who was walking on the Avenue of Flames. Although the combat power of the puppet he refined was only that of a golden elixir, it wouldn't be destroyed all of a sudden, right?

Fu Xian and others drew their weapons and wanted to step forward to stop them, but Yan Huan didn't even look at them. He wrapped himself in flames and disappeared in front of Fu Xian and others.

Song Hanyun looked at Yan Huan who suddenly appeared in front of him, and felt a sense of pressure. His heart sank. How could a person who was about to become a god appear? This was a big trouble.

Yan Huan said nothing, teleported in front of Song Hanyun, clenched his right fist with flames attached, and hit Song Hanyun in the face.

Song Hanyun quickly turned around and narrowly avoided it. Feeling the temperature of the flame on the Yan Huan Fist, Song Hanyun's face immediately turned ugly.

Song Hanyun hasn't figured out the true form of the monster in front of him yet, but it's obvious that it's not comparable to the tigers and birds he just fought.

Song Hanyun even had the illusion that the other party was foreign aid provided by the Phoenix Clan to the Jiao Clan.

Yan Huan didn't intend to give Song Hanyun any chance. He put on brass knuckles with flaming hands, stepped forward, and punched Song Hanyun in the abdomen.

Song Hanyun was unable to dodge and could only use Silver Moon to block the punch. Feeling the powerful force of the punch, Song Hanyun panicked for a moment.

The next second, Song Hanyun was hit on the left cheek by Yan Huan, and his hand went limp, and Yin Yue almost slipped out of his hand. Just as Song Hanyun was about to fly out because of the punch, Yan Huan grabbed him with one hand, swung his arm and smashed him to the ground.

Yan Huan immediately tried to punch Song Hanyun in the abdomen again, trying to pierce him directly. When Yan Huan raised his hand, Song Hanyun's dizzy pupils regained clarity and he barely dodged it by kicking his feet.

"Huh?" Yan Huan was surprised. Some ordinary Yuanying of the demon race couldn't take her three consecutive punches, but some outstanding ones in the middle stage of Yuanying could barely react. It seems that this human boy is indeed gifted.

It would be better to resolve this quickly. Yan Huan stepped on the ground and was about to punch Song Hanyun again when the army horn of the demon tribe in the rear suddenly sounded.

Yan Huan frowned and immediately thought that something went wrong in the sky.

Looking up, Qiannianqi and Yuehe had been captured, Chihuan was no longer able to fight after fighting Qin Feng with all his strength, Xueyi and Xuerong were injured, but they were standing on the side of the human race with a smile on their faces, and Liechen could not even be seen.

Yan Huan was shocked and looked to the side. Except for the Jiao tribe, the soldiers of the other two tribes had already started to flee.

Ye Lan put away her long sword at this time and collected the pile of corpses around her. The reason why Song Hanyun and his men were able to fight so smoothly was mainly because Ye Lan borrowed Li Tianyuan's power to block a large number of monsters.

"What are you standing there for? Kill him." Lin Xiaoxiao in the sky looked at everyone and suddenly spoke.

"Sir, didn't you say to capture him alive?" Xue Yi asked puzzledly.

Lin Xiaoxiao ignored him and looked at Qin Feng: "Why are you still standing there? Kill these two who surrendered first!"

Xue Yi and Xue Rong finally reacted and were about to draw their weapons when they were suppressed by Qin Feng and Fu Xian.

Unable to resist, Xue Yi and Xue Rong were soon handed over to the two men.

Then Lin Xiaoxiao's transformation was lifted, and Yue He was so weak: "See, I told you..."

"Hey, why are you so angry?" Lin Xiaoxiao looked at Chihuan's resentful eyes and said, "I'm not going to kill you."

"How about this, I'll let you go back, and you go back and tell your clan leader a message," Lin Xiaoxiao sat on Xuanming's head and looked at Chihuan, "tell him that if the Jiao clan can't stay in the demon clan anymore, they can come live with me."

Just as Chi Huan was about to say something, Lin Xiaoxiao pulled him back and led him into Medicine King Valley: "How is it? Is it big enough? If not, I'll expand it."

Yaowang Valley can indeed be expanded, but it is generally unnecessary and it also consumes mental energy.

Chi Huan opened his mouth, his brain went into a state of shutdown. He didn't even know how Lin Xiaoxiao could imitate the aura of a half-step refining demon cultivator. And he had to face the fact that the person who played the dirty trick was the master of Yaowang Valley...

"How is it? You Jiao people are almost unable to survive in the demon tribe, right? And there are a bunch of phoenixes watching you every day," Lin Xiaoxiao handed two bottles of pills to Chi Huan, smiling, "Wouldn't it be good to form an alliance with the human race? These two bottles of pills, the white one is for you to heal your wounds, and the one in the golden bottle is for your clan leader. How about it as a gift for the alliance?"

On the way back, Chi Huan kept thinking about this sentence in his mind. He decided to pass the message to Mo Hu. After all, Lin Xiaoxiao's conditions were indeed tempting.

It was three days later that Chi Huan returned to the Jiao clan. Mo Hu, who had transformed into a human form, was holding the golden bottle in his hand. He had already taken a pill from the bottle, and after taking the pill he actually felt his bloodline improve a bit.

Mo Hu called back the people who were going to attack Jinghuan City. After learning the news, Ye Yu immediately rushed to the clan’s land to meet Mo Hu.

"Chief, why are you doing this!?" Ye Yu didn't understand. It was obvious that Jinghuan City could be taken, so why should the troops withdraw?

"I've already told you, why don't you just call me dad?" Mo Hu sighed, "Lin Xiaoxiao seems to have given us a choice, but we have no choice at all."

"The Tiger Clan and the Crane Clan are dead, but our Jiao Clan is fine. What will the other clans think? The Phoenix Clan will definitely use this as an excuse. Our situation is already dangerous, and we must mobilize all our troops back," Mo Hu leaned against the stone and said in a calm tone, "We have only two options: to join the human race or be swallowed up by other demon clans."

"We still have a chance if we follow the human race. After all, no matter how cruel the master of Medicine King Valley is, he will not abuse us. But if we are swallowed up by the Phoenix Clan, the Jiao Clan will only end up being kept in captivity," Mo Hu sighed again, "We have no choice."

The Jiao tribe was thinking about forming an alliance, the Tiger tribe and the Crane tribe were annoyed, the other monster tribes were gloating, and only Ah Jiu, whose wounds had been healed, was alone looking at the moon that emerged from the window of the Yun Jian Sect's cell.

The cat people didn't even notice that Ajiu's soul lamp was still on, and Ajiu didn't expect that the cat people had already built a grave for him - a small mound of earth with a broken wooden board with Ajiu's name written on it.