After crossing over, I was favored by the villain

Captain Lin looked at both sides and saw the situation clearly. He said coldly, "Alright, you two should take a step back. The demon cultivator has successfully advanced, but since so many people recommended you to snatch the prey, you must compensate the other party for half of the prey!"

"Why? Why should we compensate them?"

"Does the rule say you can't snatch it?"

Captain Lin looked at the man coldly, "So you admit to the robbery?"

After this, the demon cultivators dared not speak anymore. Captain Lin rolled his eyes at the demon cultivators and said, "Alright, what are the numbers of the two parties now?"

"Reporting to the commander, there are 118 on this side and 119 on that side."

"You guys!" The demon cultivator looked at this unfair distribution, but was given a cold look by Captain Lin and shut up instantly.

Captain Lin sighed softly, "You divided yourself into two teams. The number of the magic cultivation team is 118, and the number of the regular cultivation team is 119. They are slightly better. If both sides reach the specified goal, they can advance!"

After saying this, Commander Lin ignored everyone present and organized his men to take the prey away. He then warned, "You all should keep quiet. If you gather and cause trouble in my jurisdiction and bring it to the emperor, I guarantee that you will not have an easy life in the future!"

Everyone knows that Captain Lin is a vindictive man, and his warning is not groundless. It has been rumored that this man has reached his current position by relying on ruthless means, and anyone who has provoked him has been killed.

If the power of the demon cultivators had not just increased greatly and the righteous cultivators had not been beaten back step by step, Gong Xi Haoran would not have ordered Su Gong to ask Captain Lin to step forward to stop them.

Captain Lin said to his men, "Take the people back, arrange for food, and wait for the second level tomorrow."

After looking at everyone as if warning, his gaze fell in front of Yu Zibo. He nodded slightly, and Yu Zibo also nodded in response.

Captain Lin then mounted his warhorse and proudly left the hunting ground.

In this fight, both the righteous and evil cultivators were injured, but Yu Zibo was very concerned about whether he had killed Jin Yan or not. He was unwilling to accept the fact that he had not seen Jin Yan's corpse.

Yu Zibo walked towards the direction of the magic team. Shangguan Yi saw his intention and hurriedly stopped Yu Zibo, "Hey, Brother Zibo, your injuries are so serious, do you still want to continue fighting?"

"How dare you..." Yu Zibo saw clearly that it was Shangguan Yi who stopped him, and then he softened his attitude, "No, I have something to confirm."

Shangguan Yi knew what he was going to do, so he quickly leaned over and whispered, "Brother Zibo, you have lost all your image now. The most urgent thing is to take everyone away quickly and then summon Lin Xiao, the God of Killing, back. It will be more trouble than gain."

Yu Zibo looked at his own embarrassed appearance and could only listen to Shangguan Yi's words. After all, there was a long time to go and there would be more competitions in the future. Then he would know whether Jin Yan was dead or alive.

He cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Brother Shangguan, for reminding me."

"It's easy to talk about."

Yu Zibo took the lead and left. There was no need for the remaining righteous monks to stay, so they followed Yu Zibo and left.

Shangguan Yi then slowly caught up with the pace, looked at the demon god who was surrounded by the devil cultivators, then looked at the thick air that was constantly condensing in the sky, thinking that the immortal should be watching this scene not far away.

He just smiled faintly, then left with the Shangguan family and Yu Zibo.

After the righteous cultivators left, the demon cultivators finally relaxed. Some of them collapsed to the ground, unable to hold on any longer, and began to cultivate their bodies and minds with the help of the demonic energy of the True Demon Lord Feng Hanyun.

Jiaolan and the others hurried to check on Jin Yan's condition. Jin Yan lay flat beside Feng Hanyun with her eyes closed. Shuyan hurriedly felt her pulse and said, "Master Tianmo, Miss Yan's spiritual energy is exhausted and she is physically exhausted."

Jiaolan finally felt relieved and held Jin Yan in her arms, letting her lie down more comfortably.

Wan Ling was also worried about Feng Hanyun and when he would be able to break through. "The dark clouds seem to be getting thicker and thicker."

Jiaolan sighed, feeling that Feng Hanyun's cultivation speed was like a rocket. It only took him a short time in the True Demon Realm to reach the Demon God level. This cultivation speed was far ahead of her.

"It looks like she's about to trigger the Heavenly Punishment. The breakthrough period from the True Demon Realm to the Demon God is very critical. If she can survive the Heavenly Punishment, she will truly become a Demon God."

After Yingji and Fang Tian dealt with the corpses, they came over and said, "Master Tianmo, don't worry. You and I both know what Master Zhenmo is like. She is not someone who is greedy for power."

Guerlain rolled her eyes at the two of them, "Are you saying that I am the kind of person who is greedy for power?"

Fang Tian touched his big bald head and didn't dare to look at Jiaolan. Yingji also turned his head away, pretending that he didn't mean that.

Jiaolan curled her lips, "I will explain once. To truly enter the realm of the devil, one must endure the punishment of nine heavenly thunders. This is not something that ordinary people can endure. The three heavenly thunders at that time almost took my life. Now with the nine heavenly thunders, I am worried about her safety."

If something happened to Feng Hanyun, her sister Yan would go with her. After all, she had just prepared herself to die.

Fang Tian also started to worry. "Ms. Feng's cultivation has improved so rapidly, I wonder if she can withstand the punishment of these nine heavenly thunders?"

Cheng Yun came over and said, "There is really no need for us to worry about this matter. These are all things she must go through. If we are really worried, we might as well help her fight when the heavenly punishment comes."

Several people looked at each other, and even Yuchuan came over and said, "Brothers from the Fuhu Army can help."

Shuyan saw that several people were worried, so she reminded them, "Let's not worry about it here. It will be good for us to borrow her magic energy. Why don't we take this opportunity to improve our cultivation and help her?"

After finding the direction, several people got rid of their previous depression and began to practice with the help of Feng Hanyun's demonic energy.

Listening to the demon cultivators beside him regulating their breathing while sighing, "As expected of the True Demon Lady, with her demonic energy, we can actually kill people happily."

"Ms. Tianmo is also very powerful. I saw her beat that righteous cultivator to a pulp, and she even laughed and shouted "It's great."

"After being bullied by the righteous cultivators for so many years, the demon cultivators can finally turn the tables."

"I wonder if Master Zhenmo will admit that we have really entered the Rosewood Pavilion after his breakthrough."

"Don't worry, disciple. I can take care of this matter." The voice of the ancient times sounded again. Everyone looked at the source of the voice. The immortal Zhenxu appeared at the place where he disappeared. Everyone realized that his appearance just now was not an illusion.

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing who the old Taoist in front of them was. They only felt that the aura around him was extremely strong, and they couldn't tell his level of cultivation at all.

"Who are you?" Even Jiaolan heard the ancient voice and had to leave her cultivation state. This person's cultivation was unfathomable, and she was afraid that this guy was a member of the righteous cultivators.

Zhenxu Xianren smiled and said, "Miss Jiaolan, have you forgotten the old Taoist?"

Guerlain thought for a moment in her mind, and then she realized who the old Taoist in front of her was. No wonder she felt that the old man's voice was so familiar to her.

"Are you Sister Yan's Red Sand Pavilion Grandmaster Zhenxu?" Jiaolan thought of Zhenxu's address to her, "Little Miss." It had been who knows how long no one knew her identity. "You call me Little Miss, are you old acquaintances of me?"