The most people fall at the first level.
The Taoyuan natives were killed by the monks. The monks did not expect that there would be so many people, but they could not stop from the beginning.
They kept killing from the other side, and it seemed like they couldn't finish them all.
Bai Xiaomei watched with cold eyes, dressed in snow-white and wearing a veil, like a fairy from a bloodless distance, watching the blood flow into a river.
The demon said to hide the sword of heaven.
What's the use of hiding it? Another god's relic should be used.
Reluctantly, Bai Xiaomei acted alone, causing the Temple of the Demon to be eradicated, completely losing contact with the Demon, and the signal in the secret realm was not good.
The monk escaped and Demon Cultivator No. 9 also chased after her. She flew to the body of the holy aunt and obtained a piece of secret information.
With only a few hints, Bai Xiaomei calculated several possible locations based on the area occupied by the secret realm. Ingesting the saint's memory in his hand, he deprived her of some of her abilities through faith.
Poison magic is strengthened, witchcraft is strengthened.
"Sure enough, he suits me very well. He is worthy of being the one who competes with me in the world."
Bai Xiaomei also gained something else from the saint's cognition, becoming an independent individual from the demon.
"In terms of talent, no one can match me. I just have a miserable life. As long as I have a chance, I can become the strongest being."
After the saint's soul was stripped away, the corpse quickly dried up, and the dry mummy would disappear with the wind at any time.
The corpses of the residents oozed green pus and blood, one on top of another, like inflated balloons, full of strange joy.
The monks were defeated by the Ninth Demonic Cultivator. They were defeated one after another and fell into the endless forest.
The blood stains along the way were absorbed by the trees.
The fight was extremely fierce, but the environment was unexpectedly peaceful.
The ninth level of Demonic Cultivation consumed his lifespan and used Demonic Transformation to tear the eighth-level Qi-training monk to pieces with his bare hands. His goal was to avenge the holy aunt. This time he looked at Yuan Shaoyao.
Yuan Shaoyao activated the earth spell, and the earth and rocks rose up one after another, turning up something incredible.
The old tree has a well-developed root system and is covered with dense tumors as big as a human head. From a distance, it looks like small potatoes rising from the ground, and from a closer look, it looks like a pile of skulls.
The skull's scalp was rough and almost separated from the bones, and a green flame burned inside.
The huge tree was lifted up, revealing so many things underneath. It was beyond Yuan Shaoyao's knowledge, so she quickly retreated.
Demonic Cultivator No. 9 chased her, and she retreated to Bai Xiaomei.
I agreed to come to help, but I almost risked my life. No matter how much favors and promotions I receive, it's all over now.
Seeing the hatred in his eyes, Bai Xiaomei raised her hand and swung a thin frost blade through Demon Cultivator No. 9's chest.
The latter stopped moving, and a large amount of black and red things were burning, quickly incinerating the body.
Bai Xiaomei frowned and was displeased, unable to obtain the memory of the Ninth Demonic Cultivator, so what was the need for the existence of the formation he left behind.
The foundation-building monk was killed with one strike.
Yuan Shaoyao turned around and ran away: "What kind of help? It's obvious that someone came here to die. So many people died in the first level. I don't know what kind of torture is waiting for me later!"
In order for Yuan Shaoyao to grow up, Yuan Youshu allowed her to experience the thirty-six kinds of torture in Tianlao as a gift for her cultivation path.
The ground trembled, and the tree people were awakened by the blood.
Unfortunately, Yuan Shaoyao walked away and was buried on the spot by tree roots that filled the sky with the smell of earth.
Boundless trees surround Bai Xiaomei.
"die."
"newborn."
"stray."
"Trial."
The blue-faced monkey crouched on the highest branch: Strange, her blood type doesn’t match the Sky Sword. Is she qualified for the trial?
If you are not qualified for the trial.
Something that worried the elf happened. Faced with the attack by the will-o'-the-wisp tree people, Bai Xiaomei calmly cleared the place.
If you were a trialist, the decision would not be so easy.
Anger appeared on the blue-faced monkey's face, and a beam of light condensed from its teeth, intending to eliminate Bai Xiaomei on the spot.
The beam shot out, splitting the ground into two, splitting mountains and rocks.
