Somewhere in Fengtian World, Yang Junxiu was hanging in mid-air, with a strange yellow-green color appearing in his eyes. The evil energy surging around him was like substance, and even the void was distorted by it.
Opposite Yang Junshan, a tall monk who was wrapped in black mist remained motionless. There was also a strong evil spirit surging around him, and he did not lose at all in the confrontation with the White Tiger Fairy.
During the confrontation, the two evil spirits continued to clash in mid-air, and the surrounding void was constantly being twisted, torn, shattered, and annihilated.
"Demon?"
Yang Junxiu's brows furrowed slightly. The great supernatural power user of the demon clan in front of her was really better than her in terms of cultivation. He was an out-and-out "Three Flowers Gathering" cultivator.
"A descendant of the White Tiger, the sworn sister of Yang Junshan, the Immortal Lord of the Zhou Tiandao Clan, I have heard of you!"
When the demon Da Luo monk spoke, his voice seemed to have the sound of gold and iron, as if it could directly shake people's souls.
A muffled groan came from behind Yang Junxiu.
Yang Junxiu's expression changed, and a tiger roar suddenly came from behind her. A huge white tiger dharma image condensed behind her, but it looked more like she was guarding something.
The Demon Clan Da Luo monk looked at the White Tiger that was gathering momentum behind Yang Junxiu. The demons surrounding him shrank slightly, seeming to be quite fearful.
Yang Junxiu looked at the other party with the same fear, but his whole body was full of energy and fighting spirit, and he would immediately fight if he disagreed with her.
Demon Clan Daluo Monk saw this and cursed secretly, "The White Tiger Clan are all lunatics", but when he opened his mouth, he sneered and said: "Since Fairy White Tiger has saved people, why don't you go to the entrance of Chaos to fight for the one who is about to be born?" Hongmeng Ziqi?”
"Not urgent!"
Yang Junxiu was also unwilling to be outdone and said: "As long as fellow Taoist can hand over the person behind you, Yang will leave now. As for the Hongmeng Purple Qi, it is enough for my sworn brother to fight for it. But this fellow Taoist, you, Do you have to give up the fight for the Hongmeng Purple Qi for the sake of a golden immortal behind you?"
"Xishan Yang Xianzun?"
The look of fear on Demon Clan Daluo's face became even heavier, but when he thought of the people behind him, his original fear had completely turned into determination, and he said in a deep voice: "I'm sorry, a certain family is not too interested in the fight for Hongmeng Purple Qi. I have great confidence, so I am not enthusiastic about it. Besides, now that the opportunity is right in front of me, how can I let it go? "
Yang Junxiu's face darkened and she said: "So, are you determined to interfere in the affairs of our Zhoutian Dao Clan?"
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Demon Clan Daluo showed a mocking look on his face and said: "Fairy, what you said is wrong. The person behind me is clearly a member of our Demon Clan. What does it have to do with the Zhoutian Dao Clan? Fairy, you are a descendant of the White Tiger. How can you get this? Did you join the Zhou Tiandao clan again? Baihu’s character is gone!”
"You are seeking death!"
Yang Junxiu was furious, and his voice merged with the roar of the White Tiger behind him, forming a wonderful sound-killing secret technique. He passed over the demon in front of him and went straight to a certain demon cultivator behind him.
The demon cultivator's face changed slightly, as if he didn't expect that Yang Junxiu also had such a wonderful "sound attack" technique.
However, the expression on the face of the Demon Clan changed at this moment. He didn't know what suddenly came into his mind. He was about to counteract Yang Junxiu's secret technique, but his body suddenly retreated and he reached out to fish it out. He grabbed a demon golden immortal with a tattered body and lost his left leg, and his whole body was trembling under the secret technique of Yang Junxiu's "sound attack", and fled towards the distance.
It was just that when the Demonic Golden Immortal was held in the hands of the Da Luo cultivator, his head was tilted back and drooped, but his appearance was revealed. Although his face was as stiff as a dead corpse, he did not look like the one who disappeared with Yang Qinyu before. Who is Ouyang Peilin, the demon cultivator
Yang Junxiu was about to catch up, but at this moment, a violent spatial turbulence suddenly came from high in the sky of Fengtian World, which almost affected the entire Fengtian World. Her expression changed instantly, and the steps she originally planned to pursue also stopped. stopped.
Yang Junxiu's expression changed, but when he saw that the figure of the demon Daluo was about to disappear from his eyes, he couldn't help but shouted: "Who are you, do you dare to leave your name?"
The Demon Clan Da Luo monk let out a long dry laugh and said without looking back: "I, the Demon Clan Demon Lord Black Rain, Fairy White Tiger, will see you later!"
"Black Rain?"