The group's favorite junior sister returns to save the whole family of resentful villains

Seven days ago.

There are endless plains and a clear stream winding into the distant mountains. The scenery is as quiet and peaceful as a painting.

"Shh!"

The dark rays cut through the blue sky, as if splashing large swathes of dirty ink, destroying the harmony of the painting.

Finally, the black light landed somewhere by the stream like a group of meteors.

Hundreds of half-human, half-beast demon cultivators stood on the grassland, with demonic energy rising to the sky.

The grass under my feet gradually turned yellow due to the erosion of evil spirit.

The leading woman had snow-white skin, but there were black lines on her cheeks.

Those black lines twisted and tangled together, forming strange patterns that were difficult for ordinary people to understand.

If you look closely, you will find that the black lines are like living things, slowly wriggling, which is heart-wrenching.

She was wearing a black robe, and in the wide sleeve on the right side, she was holding something, which made the robe bulge out.

The woman only used a black jade hairpin to tie up her waist-length hair, and her deep purple eyes swept across the messy traces on the grass.

She could tell at a glance that someone had placed more than one large object here.

Someone got ahead of her and made arrangements here?

Shouldn't.

If there had been arrangements here in advance, they would have been attacked as soon as they landed.

Now nothing has happened, so the other party should not be setting a trap.

So what are these traces?

As this thought flashed through the woman's mind, dozens of black tentacles extended from the hem of her robe and squirmed, rolling over the nearby grass in the blink of an eye.

Soon, a tentacle rolled up a piece of broken crab shell and stretched out towards her.

After seeing the traces of seasoning left on the crab shell, the woman fell silent.

When she looked at the traces on the ground again, she had a new answer in her mind.

"You've already arrived at the battlefield of destiny, and you still have the time to cook. You're such a glutton!"

The corner of the woman's mouth twitched, causing her to be on guard for a long time, but it was all in vain!

Damn good-for-nothing, don't let me catch you!

She took a deep breath, threw the dragon aside, and raised her right hand.

The black robe sleeve slid down her hand, revealing what she was holding.

It was a pitch-black dragon horn.

The intricate forked tips of the dragon's horns are intertwined like an exquisite sculpture, exuding a classical and elegant charm.

At this moment, a blood-red light was faintly visible at the tip of the dragon's horn.

"No doubt about it, the entrance to the Dragon Tomb is right here."

The woman gave the order in a cold voice: "Set up the magic circle and wait for the rabbit."

"Yes!"

Hundreds of demon cultivators immediately dispersed.

With the woman's position as the center, hundreds of demon cultivators were scattered within a radius of thirty miles, constantly moving around.

If someone looked down from above, they would find that the positions of these demon cultivators were all unique, as if they were arranging some kind of magic array.

Finally, they all stopped, as if they had found their own positions.

Then, the magic cultivators took out black nails as tall as a person from the space magic weapon, and used the magic energy in their bodies to nail them into the ground!

"boom!"

Hundreds of black nails drilled into the ground, and the entire plain shook.

The spiritual beasts and animals living underground were frightened and rushed out, trying to escape.

But just as they were about to move, a roar came from underground.

It was as if something broke through the soil and connected together.

The next moment, a ball of black mist suddenly appeared around each spirit beast that wanted to escape, silently enveloping them.

"laugh."

Blood gushed out from every pore of the spirit beasts, and they turned into mummies in the blink of an eye.

The blood sank silently into the ground without leaving any trace.

The dried corpses of the spirit beasts on the grass also rotted in a few breaths, turned into fertilizer, and merged into the deep grass.

It seemed as if there was an invisible mouth underground, quietly devouring the creatures passing by.

After doing all this, the demon cultivators returned to the woman.

In the blink of an eye, a group of demon cultivators disappeared, as if they had never appeared.

……

Seven days later.

A sturdy bald female cultivator and a tall bald male cultivator appeared at the edge of the plain.

Looking at the endless, peaceful and tranquil grassland, the bald female monk took a deep breath of fresh air and said with emotion: "This place really feels like our hometown."

The bald male cultivator touched the back of his bald head and said, "Yes, when we were herding cattle for our family, we would always lie on the grass and take a nap... Sister, I miss my parents."

Hearing this, the bald female cultivator patted him on the back and said, "After we leave the Tianming battlefield, we will return to the grassland and visit our parents' graves."

The bald male cultivator laughed: "It's been so long, the grass on my parents' graves must be taller than ours. I don't know if we can find them."

Their local custom is not to erect monuments. People are born on the grassland and will eventually return to the grassland.

The grassland raised them and they will give back to the grassland after their death.

"Never mind. Let's just find a place, get some wine, roast some cattle and sheep, and my parents will come looking for us when they smell the scent."

The bald female cultivator said this as she and the bald male cultivator stepped into the grassland.

"There's nothing here, and I don't see any dragon tombs or demon cultivators."

The bald male cultivator looked around and said, "Why don't we go to the opposite mountain range and have a look?"

He pointed to the mountains on the other side of the grassland.

The bald female cultivator nodded, and the two of them flew into the air.

At this moment, the bald male cultivator suddenly saw something like a spatial fluctuation somewhere by the stream.

"what?"

He noticed something strange, "Something's wrong over there! There are spatial fluctuations! Could it be a hidden entrance?"

The bald male cultivator was impatient and immediately flew towards the stream.

The female cultivator immediately followed and warned, "Don't rush to get close, stay far away and wait and see."

The male cultivator nodded: "I know."

However, before they got close to the stream, there were still about thirty miles away.

"Shh!"

Two balls of black mist suddenly appeared and enveloped them.

The black mist seemed like a living thing, with a sticky touch. It immediately stuck to their skin, squirming and sucking.

The blood surging in the body sprayed out from the pores uncontrollably.

Fortunately, they are both in the Jindan stage, have already been reborn, and can control the flow of blood.

Even so, it only took a few breaths for them to become bloody.

His essence and blood were constantly being drained away. Although he was a physical cultivator, he couldn't even muster the strength to resist.

"Demon cultivator!"

The bald male cultivator saw from the corner of his eye that there were hundreds of demon cultivators standing by the stream in front of him without him noticing.

They stood there quietly like ghosts.

Hundreds of eyes were looking at the two of them quietly.

When did the demon cultivator come? !

I didn't see anything just now...

Magic array? Was it the magic array that affected his vision?

"...Look behind them!"

The female cultivator's bloodshot eyes had blurred her vision, but she could clearly see the entrance and exit of the space behind the demon cultivator, which was hundreds of feet high and emitting white light.

The first thing she thought of was their destination: "The Dragon Tomb... The demon cultivator has found the Dragon Tomb!"

Gathering her last bit of strength, the female cultivator took out a flare from her arms and fired it into the sky.

The hundreds of demon cultivators standing in the distance just watched this scene silently, with no intention of taking action to stop it.

"Boom!"

In an instant, dark clouds covered the grassland, lightning and thunder appeared, and heavy rain fell.

"Sister! Run away!"

Just as the female cultivator finished firing the flare, the bald male cultivator next to her used up his last bit of strength and pushed the female cultivator down.

He didn't have much strength to use at the moment.

The female cultivator just took a step back.

But it was precisely at this step that the female cultivator seemed to have escaped from a certain defined scope.

The foot that had withdrawn gained strength.

She struggled, using her foot as a fulcrum and leaned back suddenly.

"Gululu..."

The female cultivator only felt that she was being pulled out with difficulty from a mass of sticky liquid.

The lungs that were about to suffocate also received a lot of oxygen at this moment.

"younger brother!"

The female cultivator did not forget who saved her, and she subconsciously wanted to use her spiritual weapon to lure out the male cultivator who was a few steps away from her.

However, when she looked up ahead——

"thump."

A thin male corpse, curled up like a dead tree, fell on the grass.

The mummy decomposed quickly, turning into fertilizer-like black soil in the blink of an eye and quietly blending into the ground.

"Do not--!"