Zhen Xiaoyao's eyes lit up and she was about to say yes when suddenly the golden ring inside her body trembled violently and showed signs of loosening. She immediately shut up and focused solely on controlling the energy of the True Saint Realm.
"Zhen Xiaoyao! The two deputy commanders of the Mo Mansion seduced their disciples to withdraw from the Jiutian Plateau, causing the demon exorcist army to become disorganized and people in panic. You killed them. They deserved their punishment.
But not all of the children of Duke Zhu are willing to return to the Imperial Capital of Great Xia with Duke Mo. You can't kill innocent people on impulse. "
King Wudui guessed from the words of the Great Elder Ziyuan what the two of them had just beaten, and reminded him without thinking, because Zhen Xiaoyao's current state is too unstable.
This guy only has the strength of the Semi-Saint Realm. In order to avenge his master, he dares to risk self-destruction to practice the magic of the True Saint Realm. What should such a brave and unafraid person have to worry about?
All I can do is try to persuade him with kind words:
"I heard that Duke Murong's Palace and Duke Nangong's Palace are already at odds with Duke Mo's Palace. In the future, if your Chaos Palace wants to take revenge, they may also be able to help you."
At this moment, the knocking sound of the golden ring in Zhen Xiaoyao's body became faster and louder, ringing four or five times in the blink of an eye.
ZhenXiaoyao didn’t wait for Elder Ziyuan to speak out, and forcibly suppressed the reality energy surging in his body, gritted his teeth and roared:
"Eighty of the one hundred and eight golden rings have been passed, and it can still last for up to twenty-eight seconds. The demon bird cannot be beaten, and the exorcist who is helping the evil can't be beaten either. Are you going to let me beat you?"
Great Elder Ziyuan and Wudui God King looked at each other with solemn expressions. As God King Realm experts, they naturally knew the advantages and disadvantages of heavenly magic.
This kind of supreme magic that hurts yourself without hurting others, once it is performed, there is no turning back. Is it really necessary for both parties to share it equally, with the demon bird suffering half and the exorcist suffering half?
Just when the two commanders were having trouble making a choice, they suddenly heard a clear female voice shouting:
"What's there to worry about? Just let me, Uncle Xiaoyao, blast the fingers of chaos on these bird-men who are neither human nor birds."
The two commanders' eyes lit up, and they followed their gazes, and it turned out that it was the picturesque Saint Sister of the West Witch who had solved everyone's problem.
The two took a long breath and were about to nod in agreement, but Feng Ling'er and the other eight sisters were eager to protect their mother. With a plop, they knelt on the ground and pleaded towards Zhen Xiaoyao:
"Brother Xiaoyao, please spare my mother's life for the sake of our eight sisters getting to know you.
We eight sisters have worked hard to find them for two hundred years, and they are separated forever without even saying a word. Then we don’t want to live anymore. If you want to kill them, just kill us too! "
Seeing the eight sisters crying and kneeling on the ground, kowtowing fiercely towards Zhen Xiaoyao, even their foreheads were swollen without knowing it, which shows how determined they are.
Wu gave a wink to Master Chengfeng of the Divine Dynasty and asked him to come forward to persuade others.
Master Feng looked at his daughter-in-law, who had half hands and half paws, and a hairy body. Apart from her face, which looked a bit like a human being, how could she be remotely human?
But no matter what, this person is Feng Ling'er's biological mother. The mother and daughter finally recognized each other and sent her to the west without even speaking a word. How cruel!
Just as he was about to ask Zhen Xiaoyao if there was any other way, suddenly a furry half hand and half claw stretched out from Feng Ling'er's biological mother's waist. She hugged her, kissed and bit her, as if she was swearing an oath of love to Master Feng.
Master Feng felt that his blood was soaring and was about to rush out of his head. This male birdman was thick and powerful, and there was no way he could be his son with his ice-muscle and jade-bone body.
When he thought that his son might die at the hands of these female godfathers, he became so angry that he immediately shouted to Feng Ling'er:
"Feng Ling'er, get up! She's not even a human being anymore, so why is she your mother? Didn't you see that she already has a wild man?
If you still recognize me as grandpa, stand up for me immediately!
And you seven sisters should also open your eyes and take a look. Your father was probably killed by this pair of bastards. You still begged them for mercy. Are you worthy of your father? "
Eight sisters were raped
The master scolded them and everyone burst into tears. Feng Ling'er didn't believe that her mother would be so heartless as to kill her father. Without saying a word, she rushed to her mother and asked the male birdman in tears:
"Damn monster, did you kill my father?"
The seven sisters followed suit and ran over crying, imitating the wind chimes, and asked questions to the male birdman who was hugging his mother.
Jin Hairan'er had a hot temper. Seeing that he didn't dare to admit it, he raised his hand and slapped him.
The male birdman had never been afraid of a monk in the Semi-Saint Perfection Realm. Facing Master Feng in the True Saint Realm, he was more or less afraid, but if it were the Eight Sisters who were not even True Gods, there was nothing to be afraid of.
Just as he was about to wave his hand to fight back, suddenly the claws on the side were faster and he slapped her, sending the hairpin flying several meters away.
Jin Hairpin'er was lying on the ground, touching her bloody face and looking at the mother who was defending the male bird-man with all her teeth and claws. The imaginary portrait of a loving mother in her heart was shattered in an instant.
With a trembling voice, he asked angrily:
"You actually beat me for him? Is this how you killed my father? Godfather ***, I'm going to kill you to avenge my father!"
The eight sisters asked him repeatedly and wanted to take action one after another, which suddenly aroused the murderous nature of the birdman. After two hundred years of inhuman torture, these people's humanity has been completely worn away, leaving only their instinctive bestiality.
If you can't win, you'll run away. If you win, you'll kill. Seeing that the eight sisters have little strength, they dare to challenge themselves and kill them without saying a word.
After seven consecutive slaps, the eight sisters were slapped to the ground by the birdman. It was not until his biological mother showed her sharp claws as sharp as a knife, about to pierce her heart, that Feng Ling'er woke up.
This half-animal, half-human monster can no longer be the loving mother in his fantasy. Instead, he will become the executioner who ends his life at any time.
"Feng Ling'er, you eight sisters run away, they are no longer human!"
Master Feng blinked, and the eight sisters rushed to the birdman to reason with him. What was the difference between that and seeking death?
He wanted to go over to rescue him, but the adult Ziyuan stood in front of him and refused to let him pass. In anger, he had no choice but to shout to Zhen Xiaoyao:
"Zhen Xiaoyao, don't hesitate anymore, kill them, kill these birdmen!"
The eight sisters were slapped to the ground by the birdman, and their heads were pounding with stars. The energy from their bodies was instantly drained, and they could only crawl on the ground to escape. Seeing that the sharp claws were about to pierce their hearts, Feng Ling'er took them with her. He shouted for help:
"Brother Xiaoyao, save me!"
"Great Elder, use your whistle to stop them!"
Ye Congwen shouted loudly that the knocking sound of one hundred and eight golden rings had finished. At the moment when the magic of Bai Beak was unsheathed, he reminded the elder Ziyuan.
Grand Elder Ziyuan hesitated momentarily as he looked at the more than one hundred birdmen who had been carefully trained by the ancestor Ziyuan for two hundred years.
This is the secret weapon that Ziyuan Ancestor has worked hard to cultivate and use to encircle and suppress the demon exorcists. If he whistled to stop them, wouldn't he be aiding the evildoers?
Yet?
Who would have thought that Zhen Xiaoyao would not give him a chance to regret at all. How could he let the fish that finally took the bait escape?
Without saying a word, he aimed at the densely packed Purple Yuan cubs underground. In a panic, the Great Elder Purple Yuan hurriedly took out the whistle carved from the sacred stone and blew it furiously.
Suddenly, a sharp beak as red as blood descended from the sky, carrying the energy of the True Saint Perfection Realm. In the sky above the approaching birdman, it instantly turned into 108 beak marks, and landed with incomparable precision on more than a hundred True God Realm birds. On people.
Only more than a hundred clouds of blood mist were seen rising, and all the birdmen were pecked into dust by the fairy beaks, which were scattered all over the ground.
Even the eight sisters were buried in dust.
Cough cough cough! There was a coughing sound, and the eight sisters emerged from the ashes one after another, slapping the dust off their bodies and spitting out the dust in their mouths and noses, almost choking to death.
Ye Congwen Ding's energy in the jar was almost emptied by Baibei Ruyi's magic. He raised his head and drank a pot of purple yuan egg liquid. He came to the eight sisters in an instant and handed over a piece of silk book and purple yuan bone pattern.
Feng Ling'er said briefly:
"Take everyone to find the holy medicine. I'm leaving."
Without waiting for Feng Ling'er to reply, Ye Congwen used his magical power to tear open the cracks in the space and disappeared without a trace.
Feng Ling'er's eyes were fascinated by the dust and she couldn't open them at all. When she heard that Zhen Xiaoyao was leaving, she was so panicked that she even didn't want the silk book and the purple mandarin duck bone pattern that Ye Congwen gave her.
While grabbing the person with both hands, he cried and begged in a hurry:
"Brother Xiaoyao, where are you going? Can you take Ling'er with you?"
It's a pity that Ye Congwen is already thousands of miles away, so how can he hear her cry. When the seven sisters heard Feng Ling'er's shouting, they immediately guessed that Zhen Xiaoyao was gone and shouted loudly. Suddenly, the voices of the eight sisters calling for Zhen Xiaoyao were everywhere.
When Shi Xiuxiu heard this, she guessed that Zhen Xiaoyao was about to run away, and immediately shouted to the protector hiding beside her:
"Mommy, Mommy, help me stop Uncle Xiaoyao quickly. I have something important to ask him!"
When all the demon birds were surprised and puzzled, an old woman with a bent back came out of the crack in space.
Raising his hand, ten colorful spider silk ropes were drilled in the direction where Zhen Xiaoyao disappeared. The ten spider silk ropes, like sharp-smelling hounds, followed the direction in which Zhen Xiaoyao escaped.
"Spider silk binding divine rope!"
The Great Elder Ziyuan shouted in surprise, this is the sacred object of the Western Witch Royal Witch Cult, specially used to deal with the masters of the God King Realm.
To deal with a Zhen Xiaoyao, you actually need to use a divine rope. It seems that in the eyes of the witch sect elder, this disciple of the Chaos Palace Master is at least as dangerous as a master of the God King Realm.
The colorful spider silk moved quickly in the direction that Zhen Xiaoyao escaped, and it took a quarter of an hour to go back.
"Mommy, did you stop me?"
Shi Xiuxiu asked expectantly when she saw her grandma winding up the thread.
"As expected of the disciple of the Lord of Chaos Hall, my spider-silk binding rope spread for five hundred miles in the direction of his escape. Not only did it not tie him up, but even the clues of his escape were wiped out. Serious means Awesome!"
Aunt Shi shook her head and sighed. The other end of the spider thread was light and weightless. She knew that Zhen Xiaoyao was not tied up at all without looking.
"He is just a semi-sacred monk. Are you really not even able to catch your witchcraft fetish?"
Suddenly two more surprised voices asked in unison, two space cracks opened, and a four-meter-tall giant and a man dressed as a nomad walked out together.
