The three great demons stood around two feet away from Xiaonan in the direction of the Three Talents Formation.

Hold your breath and calm down, with a serious and careful look on your face.

Facing the young man in front of him who seemed less than one-third of them, although the three of them were full of disdain, no one dared to ignore it when they started fighting.

This is also one of the reasons why these three great demons have come to this point safely in this fierce competition over the years.

The imitation Xiaonan in the middle was still calm and calm. The originally pleasing and handsome smile on the corner of his mouth made the three of them anxious at this moment.

Such people usually either pretend to die early or are really confident.

Regardless of whether the other party is Changshengjun or not, it seems that the most likely one is probably the last one, which makes people feel at ease.

"Haha... it's still time for you to admit defeat now!" Ming Lingzi sneered sinisterly, looking at Xiaonan in the middle, and said, "Otherwise, if we can't hold back and hurt Your Excellency Changshengjun, that would be bad!"

But Xiaonan didn't even look at Ming Lingzi seriously, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"You...hum, you don't know how to live or die. Even the King of Changsheng in his previous life would not dare to be so arrogant before he was enlightened. You just got some inheritance and dared to seek death like this!"

Looking at Fun Xiaonan's face full of disdain and being furious, Ming Lingzi could only snort angrily at this moment, staring at Fun Xiaonan in front of him, preparing to teach the other party a lesson that he would never forget.

Even if this guy is Changshengjun? Three to one, he doesn't believe that he can't defeat a guy from the same level.

Although the blood droplets and the ghost Taoist next to them did not make a sound at this time, their expressions became more and more serious.

There was a silence in the audience at this moment, and countless eyes were staring at the stage. None of the thousands of people were distracted. They were all staring at this once-in-a-lifetime battle, at least a rare battle in hundreds of years.

Thousands of miles away, the Yang and the other giants in the garrison were also looking at the big screen in front of them with a serious face. Even the Director of the Wu Town Department, who had been in seclusion, sat beside Yang with a frown.

"Peak of Spirituality?" the director suddenly spoke.

Yang nodded slowly and said, "The Peak of Spirituality!"

"Huh!" The director sighed with a long sigh and said, "It seems that it is worth my trip out of seclusion! It's just... it's a pity, alas..."

"Haha, even if you come out of seclusion early, would you really dare to go to Luohun Cliff?" Yang smiled slightly and said, "Even if you dare, you can't go!"

"Yes!" The director's cold face gently pulled the corners of his mouth, and then stopped talking, just staring at the screen in front of him, fearing that he would miss any details.

Zhao Xiaofeng reached out and pushed the mirror frame, and said slowly: "It is impossible to win with one against three!"

"Yes, it's impossible to win!" Yang nodded, a trace of remembrance flashed in his eyes, and said, "But he is the Lord of Changsheng, and he is also imitating Xiaonan!"

"You mean, he will definitely win!" Zhao Xiaofeng frowned slightly.

"Yeah!" Yang Wei smiled and said, "If I can't win, then what will I call the director out?"

The director next to him tilted his head and said, "It makes sense!"

Yu Wenmo, who was sitting behind Yang, could not hide the worry on his face. When he heard the words of his master, his eyes lit up and said, "Teacher, do you really think Xiaonan will win?"

Yang looked back at his disciple, sighed, and said, "Do you think Xiaonan is smarter or stupider than you?"

"Uh..." Yu Wenmo was stunned, blinked his eyes, and finally said, "It's hard to say!"

"You can't say it, you'll say it?" Yang Yang raised a jade ruler in his hand and knocked Yu Wenmo's head hard: "As long as he is not stupider than you, he will not lose!"

Tan Qianmu next to him smiled softly, and suddenly felt so happy when he saw his junior brother being knocked.

"It's beginning!" Zhao Xiaofeng's eyes suddenly condensed and she said in a deep voice.

After hearing this, the scene suddenly became quiet again... No sound sounded again for a long time.

The three of them looked at each other, and Ming Lingzi was the first to take the lead.

As he waved his palms, a fishy smell came out, and the palms of his palms were even more green, and he bumped into Xiaonan's chest. In an instant, a green breath rushed towards Xiaonan's whole body.

The blood droplet next to him did not hesitate and waved his hand toward Xiaonan. He saw a dry bamboo hat on his back flying up quietly, carrying a yellow light, and suddenly covered Xiaonan's head.

The ghost Taoist on the other side shook his body and disappeared. Only the sheep grandson, who was not far away, could slightly feel a ray of cold air piercing towards Xiaonan's vest.

Looking at the scene in front of you, everyone held their breath and stared at them nervously.

The three great demon cultivators joined forces to siege one person, and looking at it, it was a trick. At this moment, even the sheep's grandson would have to avoid his attack for a while. Is it possible that the King of Changsheng, who is in the middle, is it...

The three of them had only a breath, and they had already arrived in front of Xiaonan.

But Xiaonan in the middle was not surprised, and even the smile on the corner of his mouth had not faded.

Everyone exclaimed, could this guy really be a tough guy on the outside but the other side? Isn't he pretending to be a good guy?

Ming Lingzi and others over there were all very calm at this moment. No matter whether this guy was a strong man on the outside or a middle-aged man? Or what... But at this point, this guy couldn't run away even if he wanted to run away!

"Die!" Ming Lingzi shouted even more proudly, and the spiritual power in his hand suddenly increased by 20%!

Just as the three of them showed excitement, Fun Xiaonan finally moved and stretched out a right hand.

"Uh?" Looking at Xiaonan, who only stretched out his right hand and had no other movement, not only Ming Lingzi and the other three were stunned, but even the people around him were stunned. What is this? One hand? Cope with three?

Just as everyone was stunned, as Fun Xiaonan's right hand slightly turned, everyone felt a flash in front of them, and the situation in the field suddenly changed.

Looking at the withered yellow bamboo hat under the hood, Ming Lingzi's face froze; and feeling the extremely dangerous cold light that had pierced the blood droplets in front of his chest also changed drastically.

As for the ghost Taoist who looked at the grim green and fishy smell, he was even more shocked.

What's going on? Could this guy be a person who imitates Xiaonan? But how is it possible? The three of them were shocked.

"Ah..." With three screams of exclamation, in this moment, several people flew back together, and at the same time, they rushed to deal with the various attacks that had already rushed to the front.

Just as everyone in the audience was stunned, a golden light and purple light suddenly rose, like an antelope hanging its horns, flying immortals from the sky, carrying the supreme power and slamming the Ming Lingzi and the Blood Drops.

Faced with this extremely powerful attack, the two of them were busy dealing with another attack. At this time, they barely blocked one block and vomited blood and flew backwards. The two golden and purple lights also subsided, and then rolled into a ball, hovered up, and rushed towards the ghost Taoist who had just broken the miserable green aura.

At this time, the field was already in an uproar. Three demon giants joined forces to siege one person, but they were defeated in an instant. How could this be possible?

"It's over!"

The ghost Taoist had already seen the fate of Blood Dripzi and Ming Lingzi. Looking at the extremely terrifying golden and purple lights, he didn't dare to stay at this time. He blocked his hands and flew back.

Seeing that the situation was not good, I knew that things were not good, so the ghost Taoist had to grit my teeth and shout in a deep voice: "Stop it! I admit defeat!"

With the ghost Taoist's voice, the golden and purple light quietly subsided, and Xiaonan's figure suddenly appeared. He held his hands behind him with his face still pure and calm, as if the shocking hits were not what he did.

Compared with the ghost Taoist who could still stand on the stage, the two blood droplets and Ming Lingzi who were directly smashed and flew out with a rainbow of blood, had just barely stood up with the support of their disciples.

The two of them looked complicated at this moment, with shock, ashamed, angry, and regretful.

However, the two of them were still full of surprise and suspicion. How did Xiaonan do that by letting go?

Although they were ashamed and angry, the two of them were still figures at the peak of spiritual power. After stuffing two spiritual pills and taking two deep breaths, the internal injury was directly suppressed.

Ming Lingzi's face was pale. Looking at the calm and gentle imitation of Xiaonan on the stage, his eyes flashed. He took a deep breath with gritted teeth, and finally bowed his hand ruthlessly, saying, "Okay, from now on, my Nether Corpse Sect takes the Soul Cliff as the supreme, and recognizes you, the Lord of the Demonic Way of the Lord of the Eternal Life!"

After saying that, Ming Lingzi shook his sleeves with a cold face, turned around and wanted to lead his disciples away.

"Slow down!" He had just taken two steps before he saw a flash of sight. The sheep grandson held his hands lightly and blocked him.

Looking at the cold-faced sheep grandson, Ming Lingzi tightened his fists slightly, turned to look at Fun Xiaonan, and said in a cold voice: "Zhengshengjun, my Mingzi Sect has recognized you as the Lord of the Demonic Way, how are you still waiting?"

"Hehe...it's that simple? I admit my gambling and accept the loss, and don't make a pledge to make a mental oath, and I want to leave?" Yang Sunzi smiled coldly, looked at Ming Lingzi and said, "Everyone has been in the cultivation world for so long. Can't my master be so fooled?"

Looking at the sheep's grandson with a cold look in front of him, Ming Lingzi gritted his teeth. This sheep's grandson was just as powerful as him before, and he never thought that he could speak to him in a high position after just so long.

I felt that the terrifying aura of pressure in the grandson of her sheep was firmly suppressing her, and even this pressure had begun to cause the internal injuries of her own body to intensify.

Ming Lingzi's face turned pale, and he finally gritted his teeth and raised his right hand, and said in a cold voice: "My Ming Lingzi swears with his mind, starting today, the Ming Corpse Sect will be respected by the Soul Cliff and respect the Lord of the Demonic Way as my Lord!"

"It's OK!" Ming Lingzi threw down this sentence in shame and anger, bypassed the sheep's grandson who was blocking the front, and led his disciples to leave with great strides.

Standing on the stage, Fun Xiaonan looked at Ming Lingzi's back and frowned slightly, and a strange color flashed gently in his eyes; but he didn't say anything.

The Yangsunzi shook his figure and appeared on the stage again, looking at the Blood Dripzi and the Ghost Taoist, and said in a deep voice: "Since the two fellow Taoists have lost, it's the turn of the two now!"

Feeling the faint pressure on the sheep's grandson, Blood Drops did not hesitate and raised his hand to make a spiritual oath.
Chapter completed!