The vicious master always loves to die

"You!" Le Chang vomited blood, it was too late to fight back, although he was guarding against a sneak attack, but he couldn't prevent the other party from betraying him so recklessly.

The sharp claw piercing through his chest is also a ghost king, but it is not any one in the soul banner just now, and this one is far stronger than the newborn ten. The claws can penetrate his restraint.

Le Chang clutched the big hole in his chest, the ghostly aura from the wound made him bleed profusely, and the smell of blood also attracted ghosts to covet him.The flesh and blood of high-level demon cultivators is also a great supplement to them.

Unfolding the paper fan in his hand, the dark green poisonous wind swept away violently, dragging the sneak attacking ghost king into the wind and mist.

"Hahaha—it's useless, my ghost king can't be dealt with by mere poisonous mist."

The voice of Puhe Devil Ancestor came dimly, and there were eleven ferocious ghosts in front of him, making Le Chang exhausted.Enduring the severe pain in his chest, Le Chang gritted his teeth and rushed towards the big formation, at least he would bring His Majesty's body...

Putting all his eggs in one basket, Le Chang no longer held back his hands, and made frequent big moves, but instead fell into the mud even more, unable to break free.

He is not reconciled!Planning everything, knowing that the Bohe Devil Ancestor is ambitious, Le Chang still chooses to seek skin from the tiger, just to expel the wild soul that occupied the body of the Supreme Master, so that the Supreme Master can regain control of the body!

Originally, he planned to wait until Bohe pulled out the invading spirit before making a move, but unexpectedly, he made a mistake and became the prey of being killed.

Under the control of Bohe, the eleven ghost kings showed no mercy to Le Chang. In addition, the ghosts and ghosts around were attracted by the smell of blood, and they gathered more and more, trying to gnaw on the flesh and bloodthirsty.

The ghost king's cultivation base was no lower than Le Chang's, and now it was even worse, with several deep wounds visible on his body.

Your Majesty...!

Le Chang gritted his teeth and persisted through several attacks, resolutely staying close to the magic cocoon, just to be able to cut open the cocoon as soon as possible and rescue His Majesty.Once the soul of the person who seized the house dissipated...

There were more and more wounds, and the smell of blood filled the air, flowing into the pattern on the ground, dyed bright red.Consciousness is getting more and more blurred, Le Chang persists tenaciously with only one obsession.

When the magic cocoon burst, he exploded suddenly, shaking away all the surrounding ghost kings, and then flew up: "My lord!"

Le Chang was full of hope, but what responded to him was Zun Shang expressionlessly stretched out his hand to strangle him by the neck, shackling him in place.

"Zun...shang...impossible...impossible..." Obviously, obviously, he has withdrawn his soul, but there is only an unconscious body in front of him, and it is useless to react at all.What about the master... Le Chang's eyes widened in disbelief, and he tried everything, but he never expected that his master had already disappeared.

"The soul is a great tonic. Whether the old ghost king can further transform depends on this. But... this body is more useful to the old. Instead of handing it over to you, it is better to let the old do it yourself." Demon Ancestor Puhe chuckled, very satisfied, and had long since concealed his ambition.

Le Chang gritted his teeth, secretly hating himself for being negligent, the clamp on his neck became tighter and tighter, and his vision gradually became blurred.

"Respect... go up..."

With a sound of 'click', Le Chang, who was already seriously injured, was twisted and his neck was broken, and he died with regret.

Ji Moze's eyes were blank, and he threw the body on the ground expressionlessly.Demon Ancestor Puhe was very satisfied with his masterpiece at this time, he stepped forward with a smile on his face, and sized up the puppet-like Demon Master from left to right: "Child Ji Moze, back then you sealed the old man and annexed the old man's power, but you never expected that your subordinates would Be the first to rebel...hehehe..."

After laughing, the bigger and bigger it is, it can be said to be rampant.

With one hand, the seal of the abyss passageway in the northern border was shattered and turned into flying ash.The Demon Ancestor Puhe was very satisfied, watching the aura rushing out of the gate, attracting the surrounding ghosts to rush wildly.

In the name of Ji Moze, he manipulated the demon army to attack the world of cultivating immortals. Before those monks could react, they devoured countless small and medium immortal sects in the blink of an eye.In the eyes of the demon cultivators, the flesh, flesh and soul of the monks are the best nourishment, and the demon cultivators who have long been unable to restrain themselves wantonly captured and slaughtered; The power of resistance.

And Ji Moze himself was placed in the Nether Palace by Bohe, bound by numerous formations, and burned with Yin fire, intending to completely refine him into a puppet for his own use.

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Yan Xici stayed in Tianwu Peak all day long to meditate and practice swords, concentrating on cultivation and stabilizing his realm.His cultivation has reached the late stage of Nascent Soul, and he only needs one opportunity to break through and advance to the stage of transformation into a god.It's just that for some reason, my eyelids are twitching and my mind is restless recently, and I can't calm down no matter what.

Feng Changrong rushed to look for him with Yujian, the anxiety on his face made Yan Xici's heart twitch, with a sense of foreboding.

"Junior Brother, Master called all the disciples under the sect to gather in the main hall of the sect, let's go quickly."

"What did Master call us to do?" Yan Xici Yujian followed, feeling more and more uneasy.

"I don't know, after Master received the Taoist friends of Yunxiao Xianzong, he called the disciples to gather in front of the hall with a solemn face." Feng Changrong was also a little confused, "I will know later."

In the main hall, members of the Xuantian Immortal Sect gathered together, all of them looked puzzled.The head of the sect, Yi Qingzi, stood on the first seat with his hands behind his back, his expression somber and silent, and he didn't speak until all the members of the sect had arrived.

The ban on the northern border shattered, a large number of ghosts spewed out, demon cultivators hunted and killed monks, and monsters devoured the living everywhere.

Seal broken?

When Yan Xici heard this, he was stunned. The seal of the northern border was jointly created by the formations of the various sects, and it would be reinforced every once in a while, so there should be no problem.And over there... isn't Ah Mo there?

But now, the prohibition of the two realms has been broken, and those ferocious demon beasts have come to the human world, and as a monk, he should have wiped out the demons raging in the human world.

If it was Yan Xici from before, he would have already drawn his sword excitedly at this time, wishing to have a battle with that demon cultivator.And Yan Xici, who had already fought against those ghosts in the northern border, knew that it was not easy, and now that he was a Nascent Soul cultivation base, it was even more obligatory.

The other sects were completely under martial law, and so was Yi Qingzi.With the lessons learned from the past, we must do everything possible to eliminate these ghosts that can easily occupy the souls of monks.At the same time, a group of sword cultivators headed by Feng Changrong were sent down the mountain to kill the demon cultivators and exterminate those raging beasts.

This time the scale is different from the past. The mortal world has become a hunting ground for monsters. Tens of thousands of large and small evil beasts howled and bit and shared food with the helpless civilians. Rich towns were emptied in an instant. , There was blood and minced flesh everywhere, and no one survived.

Feng Changrong led all the monks to pursue and suppress them all the way, and the places they went were shocking, and sometimes they would become the prey of the demon cultivators, and there were many dangers.This time, all three of Yiqingzi's direct disciples were sent down the mountain, especially for Ye Yixuan who had never faced a brutal fight, it was an experience and a test.

The high-intensity battle made everyone grow up rapidly, and their swordsmanship became more and more proficient. Ye Yixuan's childish face also quickly faded and grew in the days of battles.And the bloody battles in the past few days have stained the plain white robe with layers of blood, and after drying, only brown traces remain, mottled and mottled.

The crowd consumed a lot, and the Xuantian Immortal Sect did not have the financial resources to support the consumption. After repeated battles, the pills on everyone's bodies were exhausted, but Yan Xici took out a lot of high-grade pills and distributed them to everyone.

"That's great..." Looking at Sumijiao in Yan Xici's hands, Feng Changrong looked envious and jealous, then took a lot of pills from his junior brother and stuffed them into his storage bag, filling his body .

The battle between immortals and demons intensified, and all major sects sent monks to fight against it, and both sides suffered heavy casualties.Feng Changrong's team accidentally met a high-level demon cultivator when they were heading to the northern border. Everyone tried their best to kill the demon cultivator, but they also lost three of them, and died.

Yan Xici himself didn't know how many demon cultivators he had killed and how many man-eating beasts he had exterminated. The whole day's life-and-death struggle turned him into a sword, tempering his body with sharp sword energy, showing his sharpness.

In the northern region, the elites of the various sects gathered to attack the gate of the world. At the same time, the formation master made a move, trying to reset the seal and close the passage.Feng Changrong, who is a sword cultivator, and his party are guarding them, fighting day and night with the demon cultivators pouring out of the gate.

The spiritual energy in the northern region is thin, which is very difficult for the monks, and those ghosts who are like gangrene are even more difficult to guard against.

The front-line sword repairmen fought bloody battles, and the back-defense alchemist repairmen healed and recovered the seriously injured monks, and pulled out the spirits infected by ghosts; the weapon repairers used their strengths to forge various magic weapons and armors to strengthen the frontline combat power. Improve as much as possible, while the talisman cultivators tried their best to lay out new formations to ensure everyone's safety, and to block the gap so that no more magic cultivators could come out.

Day after day, the fighting became more intense, with heavy casualties.Yan Xici also became more and more uneasy day by day, especially after knowing that that person was also a demon cultivator, he became extremely uneasy.Could Ah Mo also be among these people? What if he meets someone with a high level of cultivation and is stabbed to death by a sword... The more he thinks about it, the more disturbed he becomes. You have to look through the corpses on the battlefield to make sure that there is no familiar face among them, and then feel a little more at ease.

Due to the cooperation of many immortal sects, the northern border was gradually suppressed, and the damaged seal was temporarily repaired, which made everyone heave a sigh of relief.In order to deal with this incident, the elites of all major sects came out together and suffered heavy losses, and they also knew that if they lost their defense, the world would be plunged into a situation of eternal doom.

When the cultivators who repaired the formation announced that the seal here was reactivated and cut off the communication between the two worlds, the cultivators who fought here swept away the exhaustion and collapse of the past few days and couldn't help cheering.

Looking up, everyone looks exhausted from the vicissitudes of life, but they are also grateful for the rest of their lives after the catastrophe.

Cleaning the battlefield and strengthening the seals, the monks of the various sects forged a strong friendship in this battle, and they will definitely come to visit when they meet.Feng Changrong is like a fish in water, and with a group of immortal monks

Quickly mixed, very enthusiastic.

In the battle of Xuantianzong, because Yan Xici brought a lot of pills, most of the serious injuries were treated, but there were still more than a dozen dead monks, all of whom were above Jindan Yuanying, and suffered heavy injuries.Ye Yixuan, who had the lowest level of cultivation, was much safer under the protection of her two senior brothers, but she also fell into danger several times and almost died.

The various sects bid farewell, and Yu Jian returned to the sect by boat, as did Feng Changrong and his party, but unexpectedly received a summons midway—the sect was attacked and in danger.

Everyone's expressions changed drastically, and they rushed towards the sect at a faster speed.Yan Xici frowned tightly, only feeling that the uneasiness in his heart was getting bigger and bigger, which made him panic.

The author has something to say:

I'm out of line again... Alas, the finishing touches are too difficult, and Kavinka is so dizzy.

Originally, I specially made a big cup of milk tea today and fought hard, but I received a call from the leader, and I will return to the company in the early morning of tomorrow... Probably quarantine... bah...

Let alone... I have to get up and go to work in 3 hours...