"Okay, since you want us to do it, then we will listen to you."
The leader of the Chuimen Sect took out his sword and threw it directly in the direction of the black gold iron-eating beast.
Although he was slapped away by the black gold iron beast when he was about to pierce the eye of the black gold iron beast, this was still shocking enough.
What's more, some people took the opportunity to throw hidden weapons at the black gold iron-eating beast.
Xuanzhu rushed forward madly: "You are looking for death!"
And this is the opportunity they have been waiting for.
"Okay, you really have evil thoughts. If I don't kill you now, I'm afraid there will be no peace in the Three Thousand Realms in the future!"
The leader of the Xuanbao Sect clasped his fists to the left and right and said: "I also ask all fellow Taoists to take action together to kill the witch without delay!"
As soon as these words came out, there were hundreds of responses.
Many people shouted: "Kill the witch without delay!"
"Kill the witch without delay!"
"come!"
Xuanzhu struggled to get up and said harshly: "If you don't kill me today, I will make your life worse than death!"
She grabbed a stone from the ground and was tied up with a slug before she could throw it out. At the same time, all the monks threw their magic weapons in her direction.
Countless swords formed a silver light in mid-air, which stung people's eyes.
No matter how hard Xuan Master struggled, he could not break free from the shackles of the imprisoned slug. At the same time, his body became heavier and heavier, and it was difficult to even stand up.
Because while the imprisoning slug is imprisoning the Xuan Master, it is still sucking her blood and energy.
The mysterious master who could not be avoided stood in the center of the ten thousand swords, stubbornly refusing to bow his head.
At the critical moment, there was only a clanging sound, and all the sword tips were burned by a purple flame, instantly melting into a puddle of water and turning into unopened useless weapons.
"Zhu...Suzaku God!"
Seeing the four people coming on the clouds, the hearts of the monks from the Three Thousand Worlds were beating.
These four gods are like the ancestors of the Three Thousand Realms. They disappeared after the last war between the upper and lower realms. No one can find their traces. Now they meet here. I don’t know where they are. Enemies are friends.
They quickly adjusted their mentality and saluted respectfully to the visitor: "Greetings to the Lord Suzaku, the Lord Xuanwu, the Lord Qinglong, and the Lord White Tiger."
The Suzaku God hid his sword in his smile, and the Samadhi True Fire held on the tip of his hand was still burning their magic weapons, "Our children have been raised in Taoist temples, but they have never seen such a big battle. You are like this It'll scare her."
The White Tiger God was not so polite, and roared in all directions, "Whoever hurt our little ancestor, get out and die for me!"
The Qinglong Divine Lord stands with his hands behind his back. He looks the most harmless, but in fact the spiritual power around his body fluctuates violently.
"It's time for your child to be naughty. As for hurting her? What can you tell us old men? Why are you arguing with your child?"
"Are you right?"
As soon as he opened his mouth to question, the Qinglong Divine Lord directly exuded coercion, suppressing the monks from the other three thousand realms except Immortal Emperor Mo Yu, who were forced to kneel on the ground.
Xuanwu Divine Lord crushed the slug that was wrapped around Xuan Master with one hand, and held Xuan Master in his arms with distress, while using his spiritual power to heal Xuan Master's wounds, he thought sadly.
"I have already said that my little ancestor is a mortal with a fragile body. She cannot go to a place like the Ghost Forest where beasts gather. You just stuffed my little ancestor in just for the ten thousand broken spirit jade. You Look, it’s hurt.”
"It's strange. It's not your fault for being selfish and causing our little ancestors to suffer. We're sorry for our little ancestors. Since we were little, we haven't even had a scratch on our skin. Now that we've gotten better, we have to be hurt. Like this."
"My little ancestor, who cried out in pain and wiped his eyes when he was hit hard, may have shed tears after being bullied by you these past few days."
After the Xuanwu God's embarrassment, the three thousand monks instantly felt that the pressure on their bodies had been doubled, making it impossible for them to even breathe.
And the magic weapon that was originally only burned to the tip is now not even visible.
Immortal Emperor Mo Yu, who was standing calmly aside, had a trickle of sweat break out on his forehead, and had to use his spiritual power to resist in order not to lose his composure.
Seeing the support coming, Master Xuan choked up in tears.
Because she didn't want to be embarrassed in front of outsiders, she buried her head in the arms of the Xuanwu God and sobbed softly. The way her little shoulders shrugged made her feel very distressed.
Although the sound of sobbing was small, it was clear enough to reach everyone's ears.
The Azure Dragon God took two steps forward and became even more coercive: "I just want to ask, are these injuries on our children caused by you?"
Looking at the looming weapon made of spiritual energy in the hands of the Azure Dragon God, the monks from the three thousand worlds swallowed their saliva.
"If you don't say anything, then you both hurt her, right?"
Seeing that the weapon in the hands of Lord Qinglong was pointed at them, the leader of Chuimen was so frightened that he immediately pointed at Chui Liu who had collapsed on the ground and said: "It's him, it's him who stabbed Master Xuan!"
Chuiliu couldn't believe that the leader of the Chuimen sect, his brother, actually sold him out like this.
"Obviously..."
Before he could speak, the weapon in the hands of Lord Qinglong had already cut Chuiliu's throat, leaving him unable to speak or see.
Until the moment when his life ended, he had not been able to return to his so-called 'home'.
When the monks from the Three Thousand Worlds saw this, their hearts were in their throats.
However, the Qinglong Divine Lord continued to ask as if nothing had happened: "Whose is that prison slug?"
Seeing that no one spoke, Qinglong Divine Lord waved his sleeves directly.
Following a shrill scream: "Brother!!"
The monk standing in the front row fell to the ground and no longer breathed.
"I ask again, whose is that confinement slug?"
The monks all lowered their heads and silently pointed at the person who threw the slug magic weapon at Xuan Master.
Seeing the Azure Dragon God's eyes locked on him, Chen Chen's face turned pale. He kept shaking his head, "I was wrong, I was really wrong!"
However, the Azure Dragon God didn't listen to his apology at all, and directly pulled him down from the high altitude and threw him in front of the Xuan Master.
Then he raised his hand to summon two huge leech monsters and threw them on the man.
Leeches suck blood much harder than slugs. In just three breaths, the man's face turned as pale as paper, and only bones remained in his body.
Only then did they realize that the Azure Dragon God was retaliating with an eye for an eye.
Thinking of what they had done to Master Xuan before, everyone looked ashen.
Sure enough, in the next second, a curved blade appeared in front of everyone.
Azure Dragon God: "Little ancestor, please stop crying, okay? You can vent your anger however you want, okay?"
