A few thousand meters in one step and a few breaths later, he appeared brazenly above Qianlong Island.
The wind howled and the thunder burst.
The remaining sixteen people followed closely behind, talking and laughing, but did not take Xiao Buchong's warning seriously at all.
"Don't worry, that old guy is just trying to scare us. He doesn't have the guts to do anything."
"What is the saying? A person has to bow his head under the eaves and depend on others for his life. So what if he is a strong semi-saint? The rules should be that he abide by the rules of our demon world, not the other way around for us to abide by them.
His rules."
"Hahaha, what you say makes sense. There is no way that this momentum can be hidden from the ancestor's perception. Just imagine, even the ancestor didn't say anything. Is he, Xiao Buchong, guilty of overstepping his authority?"
"You bitch, your hand is stretched too long and your control is too wide."
"More than that, let me tell you, this damn lame man has great ambitions, and his status as Protector Zuo cannot satisfy him."
"He wants..."
With a mysterious smile, the speaker lowered his voice and trembled his lips: "It's probably a replacement."
The latter was startled, raised his head in disbelief and said: "No, it can't be right?
"Xiao Buchong is only at the first level of Half-Saint. How can he catch up with the ancestor's cultivation at the seventh level of Half-Saint?"
"Replace it? This, this is impossible."
The former rolled his eyes, sneered and said: "What is impossible? A top-notch Dharma can appear in the small world of China. Everything is possible."
"Besides, my ancestor has been stuck in the seventh realm of Semi-Saint for many years and has never been able to break through."
"At their level, there is no longer any need to absorb fairy power and demonic energy to improve one's realm. It relies on one's own understanding."
"Mingwu, do you understand? It's just a matter of a thought."
"like......"
Before he could finish his words, the eleventh-level demon general who was the first to arrive at Qianlong Island suddenly let out a miserable and shrill scream.
The body cracks and blood spurts out.
He stood motionless, like a statue.
Only the bloody head was left shaking vigorously, struggling and resisting.
It was as if some strange force had descended from nowhere, wrapping him up and making it difficult for him to move.
"boom."
Blood mist flew, and the spirit of the eleventh-level demon general sprang out.
He ran away desperately, with a look of terror on his face.
But the next moment, a big hand stretched out from the forest.
"Click."
The soul is torn into pieces, and the demon body dies and disappears.
"this......"
In an instant, all the demon cultivators who came to Qianlong Island were panicked.
Their faces turned pale and their pupils shrank violently.
Go, don't dare to go.
Move, don't dare to move.
Sixteen people stood neatly in the air, like sixteen willows swaying in the wind, their whole bodies trembling uncontrollably.
"I said, these are the rules of my Qianlong Island, and anyone who doesn't abide by them will die."
"The same applies to you, too."
In a joking tone, sixteen people were killed in an understatement.
Three true immortals are at the ninth level, six true immortals are at the eighth level, and seven true immortals are at the fifth level.
One blow will kill him, and his soul will be destroyed.
