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

The woman's eyes were bloodshot and she screamed, "Brother!"

She wanted to rush in immediately and dig up the grass, even if it was just a handful of black soil, to bring out her brother's remains.

But reason pulled her back——

Don't do useless work!

My brother pushed her with all his might, not to let her die with him!

The female cultivator's eyes were blurred with tears. She rose into the air without hesitation, flying back the way she came, away from the plain.

"Where do you want to go?"

As the woman laughed softly, she felt her ankle tighten, as if something soft and sticky had entangled her and was pulling her down from the air.

The female cultivator was caught off guard and tried to break free but was shocked to find that as a physical cultivator, she could hardly resist!

Not only that, the ankle that was wrapped had lost feeling, and the numbness spread throughout the body.

"boom."

Finally, she fell to the ground weakly, her head slightly tilted, facing a pair of black forged boots.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you so quickly."

The woman chuckled and stroked the female cultivator's face with her cold, boneless hands.

The female cultivator was forced to look up and met a pair of purple eyes. Her pupils shrank: "Are you from the royal family of the demon world... Pei Jiangqu?"

Purple eyes are the symbol of the demon world's royal family.

The bald female cultivator heard from Ji Qingzhou that the person who led the team to the Tianming battlefield to search for the Dragon Tomb was the princess Pei Jiangqu.

Pei Jiangqu smiled and said, "It seems that the seeds I deliberately left behind have borne fruit. Thank you for bringing me more blood sacrifices. As a hero, I will let you die later."

The bald female cultivator's pupils trembled: "You deliberately spread the news that you have a way to find the dragon tomb to lure us to find you...!"

She couldn't believe that the flare she had just released would kill all those who were heading here without knowing the situation!

The bald female cultivator had a thought, but before she could act, her vision was stained red with blood.

Pei Jiangqu was holding a broken arm in his hand, and in the broken arm's hand was holding another different flare.

The bald female monk didn't even feel any pain, she only felt despair -

I already know the demon clan's conspiracy, but I can't do anything!

"Even if I didn't spread the news, wouldn't you still come looking for me? I just helped you so that you wouldn't take a detour."

Pei Jiangqu smiled, "Even if you send out warning flares, they will still come - don't waste your energy, come and accompany me... and enjoy the show."

After he finished speaking, Pei Jiangqu and the bald female cultivator both disappeared from the spot.

Not even a drop of blood was left on the grass.

It's as if no one has ever been here.

……

at the same time.

"Hmm? Rain clouds? Those are the signal flares of the Sandthorn Vine Tribe! Has any fellow Taoist discovered the Dragon Tomb?"

In the jungle, a demon cultivator saw rain clouds in the distance. He immediately took out the flare given to him by Teng Zunshui and fired it out. He left the direction on the spot and then rushed towards the direction of the rain clouds.

Rain clouds rose one after another from all over the battlefield of destiny.

Guiding the monks scattered in all directions to rush in that direction.

The battlefield of destiny, somewhere.

A handsome red-haired young man in a fur coat twisted the neck of the half-human, half-beast demon cultivator on the ground.

Seeing that the other party had stopped making any sound, he looked to the side and said, "Big Sister, according to what this demon cultivator said, Pei Jiangqu should be heading towards the Dragon Tomb with a group of experimentally created demon cultivators."

"They may have found the dragon's tomb."

Next to the young man stood a tall woman with short shoulder-length hair.

The woman had a complexion as white as honey and soft features, but a scar that ran from her left cheek across her nose to the right side of her face added a hint of ferocity to her look.

It was Ji Qingzhou’s senior sister, Yun Youwo.

The red-haired young man next to him is the second senior brother Zhong Liyou.

Yun Youwo's ​​face was solemn and he was about to say something.

Zhongli You suddenly looked up, his golden-red pupils reflecting the distant sky.

"Is that... the signal flare of the Sand Thorn Vine Tribe?"

Zhongli You saw rain clouds in the distance.

Yun Youwo asked, "What happened to this flare?"

"The production process of the Sandthorn Vine Tribe's flares is complicated and extremely rare. They are usually only used at critical moments."

Zhongli You pondered, "Before I came to the Tianming battlefield, I received a message from my family asking me to find and protect the dragon tomb. The rest of the demon tribe probably received similar instructions as well."

Yun Youwo glanced at the dead demon cultivator on the ground and said, "You mean, the signal flare may be related to the Dragon Tomb?"

"Ah."

Zhongli You nodded: "Let's go and take a look. It's better than looking aimlessly."

Yun Youwo had no objection, and the two of them immediately headed towards the rain cloud.

……

Ji Qingzhou steered the spirit boat as fast as possible in the direction indicated by the rain cloud.

Just as Liu Furuo said, the direction where the rain clouds were pointing was the direction she came from.

To be precise, it is where Miaomiao appeared!

That plain!

Ji Qingzhou could never have imagined that everything would return to the starting point.

One day later, Pingyuan appeared in Ji Qingzhou's sight.

"Little junior sister!"

Just then, she heard a familiar voice.

Ji Qingzhou looked in the other direction and saw Yun Youwo and Zhongliyou sitting on another flying boat. They quickly caught up with her.

"Senior Sister, Second Senior Brother."

Ji Qingzhou quickly told the two of them about the Dragon Tomb and Pei Jiangqu.

Unexpectedly, Yun Youwo said, "We also discovered the abnormality of the demon cultivator and learned about the Dragon Tomb from him."

Zhongli You took over the conversation: "I guess the signal flares of the Sandthorn Vine Tribe are related to the Dragon Tomb, and they are chasing us all the way."

Now it seems that their guess was correct.

After the two sides exchanged information and names, the spirit boat did not stop for a moment and soon arrived at the edge of the plain.

Zhongli You was in a dilemma: "It's so big, where should I start looking?"

"I know."

Ji Qingzhou's mind flashed to the place where Miaomiao appeared, "I'll lead the way."

After that, she took a step forward.

Only half an hour.

Ji Qingzhou could already see the remaining traces of when she and Miaomiao were cooking by the stream.

"Junior sister, wait a moment!"

At this time, Yun Youwo's ​​stern shout came from behind.

Ji Qingzhou subconsciously hovered the flying boat.

At this moment, a black tentacle suddenly popped out from the front, directly rolled up her spirit boat and tried to drag her over.

Ji Qingzhou's pupils shrank, and the tentacles appeared out of thin air, as if emerging from the air.

But she knew that it didn't appear out of thin air.

It's an illusion!

There was an illusion array ahead, affecting her vision!

"Buzz!"

Ji Qingzhou directly pulled out the Farewell Sword which was placed on the shelf beside him.

Xie Ziye also pulled out the embers.

Liu Furuo raised his fist and attacked the tentacles.

The sword flashed, and the huge black tentacle was cut off directly, and then it was knocked away by Liu Furuo's punch, and suddenly disappeared in the air.

The dark blood sprayed like rain, pouring down on the heads and faces of several people on the spirit boat.

Fortunately, the spirit boat had a protective shield that blocked the dark blood.

"Zizi..."

However, the blood of the tentacles fell on the protective shield and slowly corroded the spiritual power of the protective shield.

The top-grade spirit stones on the spirit boat consumed spiritual power rapidly.

Ji Qingzhou was quick to add new ones.

"Clear day..."

At this time, Ji Qingzhou heard Liu Furuo's trembling voice: "My hand... has lost consciousness."

Before he could finish his words, Liu Furuo fell backwards on the spirit boat with a plop.

Her raised right hand was still wrapped in spiritual power, but the spiritual power was full of potholes, as if it had been corroded by something!