"That's right, the chaotic demon realm used to be a piece of loose sand. It has been suppressed and beaten by the invading demon army for so many years. Now the demon clan from outside also wants to join in the fun, and it depends on whether we agree or not." The red-scaled crocodile demon roared. With a sound, the main body was revealed, and the thick tail swept out with a huge light and shadow.
The old man in the white-pointed hat secretly snorted. He had dealt with Lu Xiaotian in his early years when he was still in the Divine Void Realm, but it was not a friendship. It was just that after so many years, Lu Xiaotian's cultivation had skyrocketed, and he was still in the early stage of integration. It is no longer the same, let alone compared with Lu Xiaotian, even among the people who serve Chiyue Desert in front of him, there are many who are stronger than him.
In particular, this red-scaled demon crocodile looks as if it is closer to the Red Moon Desert, which makes people feel disgusted. However, I could only think about this in my heart, but the old man in the white-pointed hat did not dare to say it easily.
He didn't have time to scheming with the red-scaled demon crocodile, so it was only right to complete the orders of the unknown sword cultivator first. The old man in the white-pointed hat stretched out his hand, and thirteen soul-cutting nails whizzed towards one of the Nightmare Demon Clan.
"Senior Wuming has a message: try to capture their souls as much as possible, but don't beat these guys until they are completely destroyed."
Madara Qianjie remembered what the Lotus clone told him, and he always remembered that Lu Xiaotian liked to collect the souls of various monsters. Maybe the unknown sword cultivator collected it for Lu Xiaotian.
"There's so much shit!" The old man in the white-pointed hat cursed secretly. The power of his soul-cutting nail is that it can cut off souls and constantly erode the opponent's soul. It is extremely vicious. Ghost cultivators don't have to be too honest. Human monks There are also many people who are good at this.
"Don't worry, fellow Taoist Madara, I'm just trying not to hurt his soul." The old man in the white-pointed hat replied.
"It doesn't matter if you really want to destroy a few of the souls. Your own safety comes first. Senior Wuming didn't say anything about taking all the souls and killing them!" Madara Chia added.
"Haha, okay, this way we can have a good time!"
For a time, many strong men in the Fusion Realm headed by Madara Qianji each sacrificed their magic weapons, and five Nightmare Demon Tribes attacked fiercely. They are all experienced strong men in the Fusion Realm, so there is no loophole to take advantage of in this situation.
"Everyone can escape as much as they can! Get out!" The leader of the Yumeng Monster Clan shouted sharply. Before he could finish his words, his body was already retreating behind him.
At this time, these five Nightmare demon clans had no fighting spirit. How could they withstand the fierce attack of more than ten strong warriors in the Fusion Realm? A magic weapon bombarded him, and immediately a physical body was directly blasted to pieces and exploded into a ball of blood mist. Even the soul could not escape.
Another one's lower body was hit by a tiger demon from Ice Tiger Mountain with an ice-thorned tiger ball, and the lower body was directly sealed by ice. Thanks to the fierceness of the Nightmare Demon Clan, at the critical moment, She stretched out her hand and cut herself below the waist, and then fled with her upper body in the clouds. However, despite being injured, it was inevitable that he would fall behind several other members of his own race. Madara Chiga and the others caught up behind him and swarmed him, but his end was not much better than that of the previous member of his race.
"The leader of the Nightmare Demon Clan hopes that fellow Taoists can save a breath and let me kill him personally." Xiong Kun was still seriously injured at this time, but his roots were cut off by the lotus clone. After returning to the Dark Demon Tomb, The recovery speed is much faster, but it is not enough to take action against these old monsters for the time being. Now in the Dark Demon Tomb, I can barely keep up with the speed of these old monsters.
The leader of the Nightmare Demon Clan was truly extraordinary in strength. Under the pursuit of more than ten masters, he managed to escape from the Dark Demon Tomb.
After leaving the Dark Demon Tomb, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth rushed towards me.
"Haha, bald old demon, where can you escape!" The red-scaled demon crocodile was enjoying the chase. The old man in the white pointed hat and another purple-robed old demon behind him were chasing even more vigorously. The most powerful of the Nightmare demon clan was actually a If the old monster in the late stage of integration was left outside, they wouldn't dare to underestimate it at ordinary times.
But this guy was unlucky. He chased him all the way in the Dark Demon Tomb, and the opponent was seriously injured. Moreover, although the old demon Madara Chia was still in the middle stage of integration, his magic weapon was really good. Even if the opponent was slightly injured, if he really In a fight, they have so many more people, and the other party will also be overwhelmed. For the Ghost Clan, being able to capture the Nightmare Demon Clan in the late stage of integration is also of great benefit to them.
With the victory in hand, a group of people pursued and fought fiercely, with no intention of letting the tiger return to the mountain.
After chasing for a while, the only remaining late-stage Nightmare demon clan was surrounded by Madara Qianji and a group of old monsters.
"Fellow Daoist Xiong, I will wait until I defeat this old demon's tricks, and then I will leave it to you to deal with!" Madara Qianjia laughed, and it was a great pleasure to pursue him all the way. Especially when fighting against old monsters in the late stages of merging, even if it's a trick, being able to severely damage such an old monster is inexplicably exciting.
"Thank you Taoist Fellow Ban and all other fellow Taoists for your great help. If I can be useful to Xiong Kun in the future, Xiong Kun will not refuse." Xiong Kun said with a smile.
A group of strong men laughed one after another and responded to Xiong Kun's words. Even if Xiong Kun was seriously injured now, he could control the tomb spirit in a single charge. He was so elusive in the chaotic demon realm. There was a great chance that he could use this in the future. A favor.
Although this time I was ordered by the Lotus clone to participate in the encirclement and suppression of the Nightmare Monster Clan, I didn't suffer much loss. Just by killing a few monster clans of the same level, I can get a lot of benefits, and I can also get a lot of benefits from the Xiongyan Clan. Kun is here to get a favor. It is naturally important to carry out the orders of powerful people in the Mahayana realm, and maybe it would be better to get some benefits along the way. If there is no benefit, don't get up early, and the same goes for these combined old monsters.
But before Madara Chie, an old monster like him, could be too happy, a terrifying and ferocious pressure suddenly came down.
"Old demon in the Mahayana realm!" At this time, such a thought flashed through the minds of all the monks such as Madara Chia, with a look of horror on their faces. They had all seen the lotus clones, and their breath was flowing out of the dust. They were definitely not so ferocious. Extremely demonic.
The severely injured and surrounded monster tribe was able to escape from the desperate situation with a look of ecstasy on its face. It leaned towards the northwest with both hands and bowed, "Welcome to Holy Lord Peng Niu, please save your life!"
Boom, boom... there was a sound of thunderous hooves in the void, like the sound of war drums. Madara Qian'e and other monks looked into the distance in shock, and saw sixteen bull demons several feet in length, with silvery lights all over their bodies, dragging a demon beast howling in the huge wind.
On top of the demon, there was a man with the head of a cow, a nose ring and a black cloak. The muscular cultivator held a half-clothed female demon in his arms. Don't care about the eyes of others.
Without seeing how the Pengniu Demon Saint moved, a demonic wind blew up between heaven and earth, and the monks directly pushed him roughly to both sides.
"A bunch of inexperienced brats dare to meddle in this Holy Lord's business. They are so impatient!"
