Sure enough, TV series are full of twists and turns.
It was directed by the director Showa Mahōn himself, so naturally it couldn't be so anticlimactic. No, the sequel will be released immediately.
Ningxia knew that this matter was not over yet.
Has the murderer been dealt with? No. The matter of the demon seed is also unclear.
Up to now, she always feels that everything is not in place yet. Whether it is the outline of this game or the emotions of the people who are planning it, she still feels that it is suppressed. There must be big things ahead.
Ningxia didn't think it was necessary for Zhenjun Zhaohe to create such a big scene... just for the little thing he just mentioned? This matter is obviously of no benefit to the Huyang Sect.
At least she, an outsider, felt that Mr. Showa had suffered a loss this time.
But if there is a follow-up, it's hard to say. Ningxia has a feeling that the highlight is really coming, and this is also the real purpose of Zhaohe Zhenjun.
Sure enough, this big fish couldn't hold on and ran out.
"Who?!" The monks gathered at the main table quickly organized themselves and stared warily in the direction where Lord Zhaohe was looking.
This tone of voice doesn't look like it's directed at a guest, it's a tone that's properly welcoming the enemy. Who is there? !
Several images on the back appeared in response to Lord Showa's words. Strangely, as if pulled up from the ground, the black shadow reflected on the ground turned into a physical person. The true methods of ghosts and gods are difficult to detect.
These people all wore the same style of black robes with no patterns, covering them from head to toe, so that no inch of exposed skin could be seen. However, it can be seen from their faces, the only part of their exposed skin, that they are extremely white, as white as ghosts, waxy and stiff, and this group of people adds a sense of horror.
Seeing with their own eyes the scene of black shadows appearing out of nothing, many monks present took a breath and felt a little chilly in their bodies.
What would happen if the devil used this method to attack their sect in the future?
The young monks felt a little worried and scared. I don't know how to deal with this sudden and huge information.
These people obviously don't care what they think. This is a group of dead warriors.
"Now that we know everything, we can't stay." One of them said sullenly.
Others obviously had no intention of talking nonsense to them. Dozens of figures rushed over, and Zhengdao was completely disturbed.
Before, everyone could stand here calmly, pointing, and discussing the situation leisurely, because they knew that their lives would not be in danger.
But what is the situation now?
A group of inexplicable people suddenly appeared and were about to rush in to take action? How can we let them go down safely? If I were a Buddha, I would never know how I would die.
There are not only high-level monks here, but also monks practicing Qi and building foundations everywhere! Facing this group of demonic monks who seemed to be quite capable, everyone would suffer.
Shang with higher cultivation level can still maintain a relatively peaceful state of mind. Almost everyone in the small group felt insecure.
"Brother!"
"What is this?"
"Zhenjun Zhaohe, please let us out quickly. My fellow apprentices and I can't deal with these demonic cultivators."
Zhaohe Zhenjun's eyes narrowed, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He waved his hand to push the disciples of various sects around him back, and blocked the front with several Huyang Zhenjun who came with him.
The other Jindan monks, whether from the Huyang sect or the Jindan leaders of various sects, had a tacit understanding to surround the young disciples under their disciples and stand in a loose circle for easy defense.
"I feel sorry for you, please concentrate, don't run around, follow the leaders of your sect closely. Pay attention, and pay attention to the situation around you..."
Dozens of injunctions were issued, each one more urgent than the last. Sonorous sounds kept coming from the ears, as if spiritual weapons were striking each other. Ningxia and the others were protected in the inner circle and could not see anything. They could only see the shadowy aura colliding with the magic. All in all, it was a mess and chaos.
Being pushed away, Ning Xia was still stunned for a moment. Due to the current situation, she could only grab the Zhong Huan Sword and look around in fear, for fear of accidentally losing her life.
Just when those demonic monks appeared, Ningxia noticed something very strange. The group of demon cultivators just now had strong aura and menacing momentum, but there seemed to be no cultivator of Nascent Soul level among them.
A dozen demonic monks who are obviously not Nascent Soul beat several Nascent Soul monks and dozens of Golden Elixir monks. Are they crazy? Or did those people have some backup plan that gave them the confidence to kill everyone.
For some reason, Ning Xia suddenly remembered something that everyone had ignored... Who would care about the two people inside the mourning platform? Nothing will happen, right? Ningxia suddenly felt a trace of worry in her heart.
Well, in such a chaotic and restricted situation, she could only think about something in her mind. Time passed little by little, and the movement outside seemed to have not stopped. It seemed that only a short while had passed, and it seemed that a long time had passed.
The longer time passes, the more Ningxia's suspicion becomes more and more true. Those demonic cultivators were so confident that they could ignore their realm and restrain several Nascent Soul cultivators. Otherwise, the battle would not have lasted so long.
Ning Xia's guess was correct. Zhaohe Zhenjun and other Nascent Soul monks were indeed in dire straits.
It is indeed not difficult for them to deal with these dozens of golden elixir demon cultivators. But the problem is that they are still protecting hundreds of low-level monks. When protecting everyone, their combat power is scattered.
In addition, these dead soldiers have experienced hundreds of battles and have no fancy moves. They are extremely ruthless and just want to achieve their goals. They aimed at Showa True Lord and they had some scruples about this, and deliberately attacked the low-level monks in the circle, so the two sides were in a stalemate.
Only a few demon cultivators have been killed in such a long time, and the remaining ones are particularly difficult to deal with.
Just when they were locked in a stalemate, the internal balance was broken.
"Go away -" a horrified voice sounded from behind, and the Jindan monks guarding the outside thought something bad in their hearts.
As if to respond to the uneasiness in their hearts, screams rang out one after another. The interior seemed to be in great chaos, and the crowd was stirring in all directions. At this moment, everyone ignored the order and rushed around.
Soon, the protective circle temporarily "erected" by the high-level monks collapsed in an instant, and the monks from various sects scattered. Even their leader's desperate instructions could not calm the panicked people.
Immediately, those who were guarding the periphery also quickly discovered the source of the civil strife... At this moment, those demon cultivators seemed to be no longer important at this moment. Because something scarier than them has appeared.
A disciple of Jinlei Sect, covered in blood, climbed up leisurely. His body was covered with traces of natural tears in his clothes, and blood was oozing out from inside. He turned around, and his shifted facial features showed an expression that could be understood as a smile to everyone, which was extremely scary.
