Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty Eight: The Advocate of Hades
Just when she was about to move, a group of monks flew in from the distance again.
It was just the demonic energy that hit his face that made Ye Qing'er frown in displeasure and his smile faded.
She raised her eyes and watched those people approaching the field.
The arrival of the demon cultivator undoubtedly caused a commotion in the venue.
This place is close to the snowy area, so it is indeed normal for the Demonic Cultivator to come, but the people at the venue will not welcome it.
The affairs of the ten sects are all done behind closed doors, but the demon cultivators... are the common enemy.
The demonic cultivators stopped not far away, and several of their figures were revealed.
There was an exclamation from below.
"Demon Cult Mu Xiuxian!"
"There are also sometimes flying stars!"
"Qilian White Peach!"
"Pan Ningyun!"
The four figures in front were all incredibly powerful, and their oppressive aura made the weak disciples below turn pale.
These four people have all been famous for a long time.
The dark green-haired man in black robes on the left, Mu Xiuxian, was formed from a magic vine. His innate skills are weird and unpredictable. He can unknowingly plant magic seeds on his opponent. With one move, he can trigger the magic seeds.
It will instantly suck the host dry and break out of the body, becoming the master of Qianmu Hall of the Demon Sect.
The woman on the right is Pan Ningyun, with an enchanting figure, dressed in blue, and a strange face. Her two eyes have vertical pupils, indicating that she is not human. She is actually a thousand-year-old blue dream snake, the leader of the Demon Sect's Ten Thousand Demons Hall.
The man in the middle carrying a pair of axes, Shi Feixing, is ten feet tall. His body is extremely muscular and covered with magic patterns. The magic patterns are exactly the same as the axes on his back. In terms of close combat, he is one of the best beings in the Demon Sect.
host.
The remaining woman holding a white peach blossom wore a curtain on her head, and the white gauze completely covered her figure. Only a vague white-clothed figure of Pingting, Qilian Baitao, the master of the Demon Sect's Fengyu Hall, could be seen.
The four hall masters are all in the same cave.
This lineup and this posture are simply mind-numbing.
Several disciples who were responsible for leading the team quickly contacted the elders. Some sects came halfway and did not lead the elders, such as Liangyi Sect.
The Dongxu Realm is not something that disciples like them can stop.
"So many monks." Pan Ningyun licked her lips and showed a greedy smile.
"Kill them all!"
As soon as the words fell, the demon cultivators behind them all started to kill downwards.
The four demon sect leaders also took action one after another.
Some of the leaders of the sect stood up and fought with them with solemn eyes.
Ye Qing'er whistled.
"Fight, fight!"
Shuangqin had no idea where her excitement was.
Above, Pan Ningyun's long hair was flying, turning into tiny poisonous snakes and attacking the old man opposite.
Blue mist began to fill the field, and the eyes of the monks who smelled it became confused and confused.
Shi Feixing held two axes in his hands, slashing them from top to bottom, cutting a huge gap in the desert, and working with the demon cultivators of Shanyue Hall to suppress the opponent with powerful force.
Petals continued to fall all over Qilian White Peach, until it turned into peach blossoms and fell. The monks who were hit directly turned into blood-colored petals and dyed red peach blossoms.
Only Mu Xiuxian remained silent on the surface and seemed to be fighting his opponent in a normal manner, but his demonic seeds had been spilled out unknowingly.
Just wait until you find the opportunity to summon the demon species.
The monks below also complained endlessly as they were attacked by the demonic cultivators.
The demon cultivator sent out a large number of manpower this time, with good cultivation, and they were originally aiming to clear this place out.
They want to control the entire ruins, and this place must belong to their demon sect!
Ye Qing'er kept shaking his head as he watched.
What happened to these monks in the lower realm? They were suppressed and beaten by these demonic cultivators.
But she had no intention of stepping forward to help, and instead took her time to watch the fun with the melon seeds.
"Hey, look at that, that female cultivator. She has a nice figure and a big butt that's very fertile."
She stared at the female monks again, and suddenly pointed at one of the monks.
Shuangqin followed her finger and saw that the female correction officer Ye Qing'er was talking about was hit by a white peach falling from the sky and turned into bloody petals on the spot.
Ye Qing'er sighed, "Why did he die like this?"
She has just thought up the names of her future nieces and nephews!
It's all just waiting to go back and take the person back.
Who would have thought that she would die? What a tragedy. Her poor nephew and niece lost their mother before they even showed up. What a tragedy.
"Forget it, next one, look at that one, isn't it very cute? Her face is round. Girls are lucky. Her forehead is full and her nose is round. She looks like a prosperous husband at first glance."
Shuangqin looked again and saw a magician who cleverly chopped off her head with a knife.
Ye Qing'er: "..."
She was still thinking just now that if she brought this girl back, she would definitely make that boy Ye Wu get better and better, become the real young master of Qijue Palace, and have a successful career.
"Oh, no more. Next one, look at that one. How about the one in green clothes? She and her twin sister are both very good-looking. The twin sisters are very good. It's so fun to be a daughter-in-law."
Two magic cultivators were besieging the female cultivator in green clothes. The sister next to them suddenly screamed and black demonic vines sprouted from her body. The green clothes were suddenly distracted. If they were not careful, they would also die.
Shuangqin: "..."
Ye Qing'er frowned, twin sisters are not easy to find! Oh, why is it so difficult for her? She lost several sisters-in-law in just a short time.
After a brief moment, she had already looked at the other one.
"The one in white is not bad either. She looks soft and weak, like Liu Fufeng. It will look good when you take it home! Whoever bullies my brother in the future can still let her touch porcelain, wonderful!"
Ye Qing'er clapped her hands and laughed.
The female cultivator in white clothes died at the hands of the demonic cultivator of Shanyue Hall after she finished speaking. Her death was particularly miserable and she looked even more weak and pitiful.
"Why are you dead again!" Ye Qing'er's tone sounded like he hated iron.
What's going on with these sisters-in-law? Why haven't they let her see each other for so long?
"Hey, the girl in the soft armor is pretty good too. She's very heroic. The third sister should be able to talk to her and be able to control Ye Wu."
Ye Qing'er's eyes were attracted again.
The soft-armored female cultivator was killing everyone with a sword, and her posture was elegant and vigorous. Shuangqin looked at her for a while and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, this one didn't die again. She really couldn't bear it.
As soon as the idea came to her mind, a demonic cultivator emerged from her shadow, entangled her, and slit her throat with a knife.
Shuangqin: "..."
She suddenly felt that she was so lucky.
When Ye Qing'er and the others took a fancy to her, it seemed that Ye Qing'er had the most positive comments about her.
It’s really not easy for her to survive until now!
Did Ye Wu's fifth sister have her mouth opened, or did she have to pay homage to the King of Hell? Is it so effective? Whoever you say will die?