Ye Xiaochuan was slapped on the back of the head by Baili Yuan, his left ear was pinched by Qin Fanzhen, and his right ear was pinched by Lan Qiyun.
Bailiyuan shouted: "You brat! You're not dead, why haven't you contacted me in the past eight years! Do you know how worried I am about you?
I have to kill you today!"
Ye Xiaochuan was originally very murderous and mighty.
As a result, these girls slapped me on the back of the head and pinched my ears, making the serious scene look a little funny.
Ye Xiaochuan quickly begged for mercy and said: "Aunts, the war is not over yet. If you want to punish me, can you wait until the matter in front of you is over?"
Qin Fanzhen said: "I'll let you go this time. After this matter is over, I will settle the score with you!"
Ye Xiaochuan was extremely speechless.
After all these years, why are these girls still so unruly and willful?
He is now the leader of the Ghost King who controls more than 30,000 cultivators. If his disciples see this scene, where is his majesty?
I originally thought that only a few girls had not changed, but it turned out that Liu Jie, Jie Se and other male compatriots did not seem to have changed much either.
A man held one of Ye Xiaochuan's thighs, wiping snot and tears on Ye Xiaochuan's body unceremoniously, shouting words such as: "Boss", "Brother Xiaochuan", "I miss you so much...".
Everyone listening felt chill in their hearts.
For those who didn’t know, I thought there were some unspeakable quirks between these men.
Ye Xiaochuan threw away the two fat monks who were holding his thighs and crying.
Being held by these two guys who weighed 600 kilograms in total, I couldn't even fly with my demon wings.
When the 60,000 loose cultivators from the southwest and the 40,000 overseas loose cultivators from the southeast merged, the battle was basically over.
With one hundred thousand soldiers united in one place and those five terrifying ball sword formations, no one dared to fight these people.
Then the fierce fighting suddenly and slowly weakened.
Both sides began to launch long-distance magic weapon attacks again.
The good and evil bosses also flew from the stone platform to the sky, and everyone had a gloomy look on their face.
Especially Gu Jianchi, there is so much hatred in my heart.
I originally thought that the dragnet of the sacred mountain could bring Ye Xiaochuan to death.
Unexpectedly, more than a thousand powerful Lingji warriors suddenly appeared around Ye Xiaochuan.
It’s just a matter of being Lingji masters. The most important thing is that the sword formation formed by these Lingji masters is really terrifying.
The original intention of consuming Xuantian Sect's power through melee almost failed.
In the previous charge of the red-clothed evil spirits, the disciples from Cangyun Sect and Piaomiao Pavilion suffered the most casualties.
The Six Divisions of the Goddess and the Demon Cult also suffered different losses.
On the other hand, the Xuantian Sect had lost more than two thousand people at the stone platform, but suffered almost no losses in the two battlefields in the air.
If this continues, the power of Xuantian Sect and Nangong Bat will not be consumed, but my own power will be consumed first.
As a result, the offensive of the evil disciples gradually weakened.
What really caused the two forces to completely stop fighting was a loud noise.
The loud noise came from above the head.
Powerful energy suddenly descended from the sky, shaking people upside down.
It seemed that only then did everyone remember that there were two Xumi warriors fighting in the void of the Nine Heavens! The Sumeru warriors watching on the void at this moment were no longer Guo Bier, but also Xuan Ying and Shen Congjun. , the colorless divine monk, the dull female, the Venerable Beiming... Except for the old storyteller, Hua Wuyou, and Li Ziye, all the Xumi experts on the sacred mountain are watching the battle in the void at this moment.
In that energy explosion that destroyed the world, Xian Yao and "Yun Emperor" both flew back hundreds of feet.
Immediately after Xian Yao moved his hand, the slender bamboo pole suddenly shattered.
A slender divine sword was drawn out from the bamboo pole.
The divine sword pointed in the air, and the immortal swords in the hands of countless sword cultivators at his feet suddenly started to tremble.
Everyone was horrified, and they all used their true energy to suppress the trembling fairy sword in their hands.
The evil god felt the aura erupting from Xian Yao's body, and his expression was extremely solemn.
He never expected that there would be such a powerful person in the world! This Xian Yao from the Cangyun Sect could definitely be ranked among the top five in the Three Realms, and not necessarily the fifth! No wonder there is no such powerful person in the entire world. A powerful person could block three of her swords! Even the evil god found it difficult to fight with such strength.
In the Evil God's knowledge, the only ones who can surely defeat Xian Yao in a single fight are the Lord of Heaven, Yao Xiaosi, and himself.
The Four Heavenly Emperors are definitely no match for Xian Yao, and Pluto is also very much in doubt.
Xian Yao said hoarsely: "Ever since I aspired to become Xumi, I have never failed, and no one has ever forced me to draw the divine sword.
I didn’t expect to meet a peerless and powerful man like Emperor Yun today! I’m so happy! I’m so happy! Fellow Taoist Yun, if you can take my sword, I will admit defeat!”
The evil god shook his head and said: "No need, we won't fight. You win this sparring match."
"What?"
Xian Yao was startled.
She didn't expect that "Yun Emperor" would take the initiative to admit defeat.
Judging from the previous sword fight between the two, he was at a disadvantage, otherwise he would not have been able to pull out the divine sword.
She was already prepared to lose this competition.
It was impossible to imagine, the other party gave up first.
In fact, the evil god was also very helpless. The two competed in the air on the rules of swordsmanship, and he was indeed slightly better.
However, Xian Yao had already drawn the divine sword.
It is absolutely impossible for the evil god to take Xian Yao's sword with a pair of fleshy palms. He must also draw out the magic weapon.
Once he shows off his magic weapon, he will be recognized immediately.
If the Lord of Heaven knew that he was secretly descending to the lower realm, it would have a great influence on his deployment.
So the evil god took the initiative to admit defeat.
The evil god said slowly: "Between you and me, we are both at the third level of swordsmanship, and our combat prowess is almost the same.
And you are old and I am in my prime.
In the battle of wits, I take advantage.
You and I seem to be equal, but if you are two hundred years younger, I am no match for you.
Come to the Holy Mountain today and learn the clever tricks of the world's top experts, which will be a life-long comfort to Yun."
Xian Yao's eyes flickered and he stared at the Evil God for a long time.
Then, he slowly put away the rapier in his hand.
He said hoarsely: "I lost."
The Evil God said: "You didn't lose, I did. Why are you still trying to rob me for such a shameful thing?"
Xian Yao shook his head and said: "Now is the peak of my combat power. Two hundred years ago, I did not have the combat power I have today.
So I lost this battle, old lady."
The Evil God quickly waved his hand and said: "No, no, no, you didn't lose, it was me who lost, I lost... everyone saw it, it was me who lost..." The Evil God looked around and suddenly saw a young man in white clothes like snow.
The woman, suspended above the nine heavens, was watching the battle with great interest.
The evil god looked at her and said word by word: "Yi Zi! It is indeed you!"
Li Ziye frowned and said, "Do we know this fellow Taoist?"
The evil god said slowly: "The eight heavenly maps are filled with clouds, clouds, and wind, only sighing in the east, west, north, south, and middle.
The universe, yin and yang, are three living phases, and a frightened glance shakes the sky.
