At this time, someone nearby had already come to support the old blood-sucking demon. The bald old man seemed to have a lot of friendship with the old blood-sucking demon, so he walked up to him and asked something in a low voice. The Ghost King held his hand empty, smiled but said nothing, his expression was very relaxed, he didn't feel that the enemy was in sight at all, the white-faced scholar standing next to him looked at him.
"Cang Song Goudao, do you still remember your grandfather?" Suddenly, a hoarse voice came over.
The young disciples here frowned together, but it was the ferocious-looking dwarf who made the sound. At this moment, he was staring at the pines, with fierce eyes, almost like a wolf.
Cang Song sneered, and said: "Monster, do you still remember that sword?"
As soon as the words came out, everyone saw the muscles on the dwarf's face contorted, and he gritted his teeth, obviously hating him to the bone. But seeing him nodding slowly, he swiped his hand across his chest from the left shoulder to the right, and said viciously: "Okay, okay, I haven't forgotten, and you remember it unexpectedly, that would be great. This sword, Of course I'm still on you."
Cang Song snorted, ignored him, and turned his gaze to the two people who had been standing aside with a calm expression.
Suru's complexion was solemn, and with her eyes, she could naturally see that these people were all very knowledgeable, and by no means weaker than the old blood-sucking demon just now, most likely they were old demons who hadn't been born for a long time in the demon sect.
At this moment, hearing Taoist Cangsong's conversation with the dwarf, Suru whispered to Tian Buyi who was standing beside him: "Who are these people?"
The expression on Tian Buyi's face was not good, his brows were frowned, and he said: "This dwarf is called Baiduzi, who belongs to the Wandu Sect of the Demon Cult; that bald old man is the ancestor Duanmu of Jieshi Mountain, who has always been in the Demon Cult. They are alone. These two people and the blood-sucking old demon are the remnants of the demon sect that we hunted and killed a hundred years ago. As for the two people next to them, one seems to be the suzerain of the generation of the demon sect that Xiao Yicai mentioned, but the white-faced Scholar, I have never seen it before."
Suru took a deep breath, in the battle between righteousness and demons a hundred years ago, she hadn't completed her cultivation, and she didn't go deep into the wilderness with Tian Buyi and Taoist Cangsong. But the names of these few people were like thunder in the past, especially Bai Duzi and the ancestor Duanmu, who were notorious, even worse than that old blood-sucking demon.
At this moment, the bald Duanmu Patriarch suddenly turned his head, glanced at the people of the righteous way, and suddenly said sharply: "Wan Jianyi! Why didn't that thief Wan Jianyi come?"
The young disciples of Qingyun Sect were startled, not knowing what he said, but Tian Buyi, Taoist Cangsong, Suru and others suddenly changed their expressions. Tian Buyi said coldly: "Senior brother Wan is profound in Taoism, he has reached the heavens, he has already become a fairy, only a monster and clown like you, barking here!"
The members of the Devil's Cult were startled, Bai Duzi and Patriarch Duanmu, including the blood-sucking old demon who had just recovered from his breath, said together in a voiceless voice: "Dead?"
The ghost king and the white-faced scholar standing on the side also seemed to shake slightly.
Wan Jianyi, a name that had never been heard by the younger generation of Qing Yun Sect, seemed to have magical powers for these giants of the Demon Cult. I saw these people looked at each other, their expressions were quite subtle, and the hatred on their faces was particularly strong, mixed with a trace of fear, but these could not be concealed, the joy in the depths of their eyes.
Patriarch Duanmu had a complex expression on his face, touched his bald head with his hands, and muttered a few words, but everyone couldn't hear what he said, but the last sentence was clearer: "Hey, I can't think of this dog thief He will die too, hehe, hehe, hahahahaha... "
As he spoke, the man couldn't help laughing wildly.
The faces of the people here at Qingyunmen all changed. Taoist Cangsong stared at him, and suddenly sneered, "What are you laughing at? Although he's not here, under Qing Yun's sect, most of the people who deal with monsters and clowns like you are those who subdue demons."
"Bah!" There was a disdainful voice from the side, but it was that Bai Duzi, who said viciously: "We can't kill this guy with our own hands, it's really hard to explain the hatred in our hearts, sooner or later we will kill Qingyun and crush him Hui, let him die and there will be no peace!"
The blood-sucking old demon yelled strangely from behind: "That's right, that's exactly what it is, otherwise it will be hard to get rid of my century-old hatred!"
People in the righteous way do not change their colors, seeing these demon cultists are all fierce and cruel, implying that they will not spare the dead, they are very indignant.
Tian Ling'er quietly asked Song Daren, the elder brother next to him: "Eldest brother, who is this Wan... Master Wan, he seems to be extremely powerful, even these evildoers are afraid of him, why have we never heard of him?" ?”
Song Daren's expression changed, he hesitated to speak, he gave a wry smile, and said: "Little junior sister, when you have time to go back to the mountain, you can ask master and wife yourself!"
Tian Linger pursed her lips, snorted, and said slightly annoyed: "If you don't tell me, I won't tell you. I'll ask Mother myself." She said and walked forward.
Zhang Xiaofan saw it, felt anxious, stretched out his hand to grab her, said in a low voice: "Senior sister, now the enemy is at hand, don't go up, we will ask later!"
Tian Linger looked ahead, seeing that the atmosphere in the arena was indeed tense, she stopped, turned her head and smiled at Zhang Xiaofan.
Zhang Xiaofan's heart felt hot, unexpectedly there was another cold hum from the front, full of anger, but it was on the side of the Demon Sect. Zhang Xiaofan looked up, saw Bi Yao slowly appearing behind the Ghost King, staring at him from a distance.
For some reason, Zhang Xiaofan was startled, subconsciously let go of Tian Linger's hand.
In the distance, where the people of Xiaozhufeng were, Lu Xueqi slowly looked away from Zhang Xiaofan, and landed on Bi Yao in front of her, scrutinizing her silently.
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At this time, Venerable Dali, who had been frowning and keeping silent all this time, suddenly opened his mouth and said: "Baiduzi, Duanmu old demon, when you were lucky enough to get rid of it, you should change your mind and be a new person. How dare you do it today?" Come out to make trouble, but are you impatient to live?"
"Bah!" Those people cursed together, swearing profanely, endlessly.
Venerable Dali changed slightly, and suddenly saw the white-faced scholar who had been standing beside him take a step forward, and said with a smile, "This is probably Venerable Dali from the Vajra Gate, right?"
Venerable Dali looked at him and said, "That's right, who are you?"
The white-faced scholar smiled slightly, and didn't answer, just said to himself: "If Wan Jianyi stood here back then and said what you just said, we, the monsters and clowns in your eyes, would still be a little scrupulous. But If you rely on the magic of those three-legged cats in the Vajra Sect, you should hide behind the people in the Qingyun Sect!"
Everyone in the Devil's Cult laughed, and even behind them, in the dark woods, there was a faint laughing sound.
Venerable Dali's face immediately flushed red, his expression extremely angry, but beside him, Cangsong Taoist of Qingyun Sect, Tian Buyi and Suru looked at each other, but there was worry in their eyes. Only from the laughter, one could tell that the Demon Cult had not only received strong support, but also had a lot more people.
I'm afraid this battle will be extremely difficult and dangerous.
"Bastard!" A loud shout came out suddenly, but it was the stone standing behind the Venerable Dali who jumped up, not willing to be humiliated by the master, the broken evil magic staff was full of golden light, and rushed towards the white-faced scholar.
Tian Buyi and others were startled, Venerable Dali shouted anxiously: "Shitou, come back, don't act rashly!"
But the stone suddenly got into trouble, and the speed was extremely fast, and in a blink of an eye, the piercing golden light had rushed in front of the white-faced scholar, but the white-faced scholar didn't look flustered, he just raised his right hand, a blue light flashed in the palm of his hand, facing the rushing man Sha-breaking staff.
It was too late to say it, and then it was too fast, in a blink of an eye, the broken golden light was like an arrow leaving the string, and it crashed into the palm of the white-faced scholar. In an instant, everyone's eyes were blurred, only the golden light flickered, and there were traces of noise in the air, but they couldn't see it. I saw the figure of the white-faced scholar.
The young disciples in the Righteous Way cheered thunderously, but the faces of Taoist Cangsong, Tian Buyi and the others at the head all sank.
After a while, the golden light gradually dimmed, and everyone was dumbfounded, but seeing the white-faced scholar in the field with a calm expression, he used only one hand to resist the powerful golden light of the stone, no matter how the stone moved in mid-air, he couldn't move it. Go further.
He just smiled and said, "Young man, go back and practice hard for another hundred years!"
After finishing speaking, with a sharp wave of his right hand, everyone saw another flash of blue light, as if the stone had been hit hard, the whole person flew backwards, but after a sharp sound, the Shashasha Staff soared into the sky, Fly high.
Venerable Vigorously jumped up, caught the stone that had been injured and returned, and after a careful look, he knew that it was only a little shaken, and there was no serious problem, so he was relieved, but his anger increased, and as soon as he turned around, he was about to shot.
But suddenly a hand stretched out beside him and grabbed him, it was Taoist Cangsong. His complexion was frosty, and he said coldly: "Who is your Excellency? Why is this 'Qiankun Qingguang Ring', which has been missing for thousands of years, in your hands?"
Venerable Dali was stunned, and lost his voice: "What, Qiankun Qingguangjie?"
Eight out of ten people present, including those from the Devil's Cult, were shocked, Zhang Xiaofan was curious, and asked Song Daren in a low voice: "Brother, is this magic weapon very powerful?"
Song Daren's astonishment has not yet recovered, he nodded and said in a low voice: "I heard from my master before that this ring is an extremely powerful magic weapon, and it is a treasure of the Nine Heavens, but it has been missing for a thousand years, and I don't want it to reappear today. World!"
Zhang Xiaofan took a deep breath, only to hear the white-faced scholar smile at Taoist Cangsong, "I'm an unknown junior, and now I'm a pawn under the Sect Master of the Ghost King."
The Ghost King shook his head with a smile, and said, "Brother Long, you are too self-effacing."
Bai Duzi, Patriarch Duanmu, and the old blood-sucking demon who were also walking over at the side looked at the white-faced scholar who was called "Brother Dragon" by the ghost king at the same time, but saw that his right hand was wrapped in his sleeve at the moment. Among them, I can't see the items in my hand at all. But Taoist Cangsong was so affirmative just now, and the white-faced scholar did not deny it, most likely he really possessed this magic ring.
Thinking of the various supernatural powers of this divine ring in the legend, all cultivators of Taoism attach great importance to magic weapons, and they really feel feverish all over their bodies. However, although the three of them appeared at the same time as the white-faced scholar, they did not come from the same road, and they had never seen this person before. I only know that not long after they arrived, such an expert with profound knowledge appeared mysteriously beside the ghost king. .
Immediately, Bai Duzi stared fiercely at his right hand again, then turned to the ghost king and said, "Sect Master Ghost King, we have never seen this brother before, so we don't know when such a master came out of the Ghost King Sect?"
The Ghost King smiled and said, "Brother Baidu Dao, our Ghost King Sect is a small sect of the Holy Cult, so naturally we cannot compare to your Wandu Sect."
Bai Duzi snorted, he belongs to the Wandu Sect, one of the four major sects of the Demon Cult, and this time he was entrusted by the sect master to come to this remote place. Speaking of which, this is really the first time he has come out of the mountain in a hundred years.
He is still clear about the things in the Devil's Cult: Today's Devil's Cult is headed by four factions, the Wandumen, the Hehuan faction and the Changshengtang are all blood-refining sects after the death of the black-hearted old man eight hundred years ago. The big faction that just emerged when the church was in decline has a long history and deep roots. Only this lineage of the Ghost King Sect suddenly emerged three hundred years ago, and masters of the sect sprung up like mushrooms after a rain. Within two hundred years, they have already shared the world with the other three sects, which is amazing.
In the Devil's Cult, forces are everywhere, and all the major factions do not want to reach the point where the Blood Refining Hall called the wind and rain when the black-hearted old man was there. It's just that the power of each sect is equal, and even the remaining small sects of the Devil's Cult are mostly attached to the four major sects, making it difficult to distinguish between top and bottom. Therefore, although they secretly intrigue, but on the surface, everyone barely maintains harmony.
Before Bai Duzi came here, the head of Wan Du Sect personally instructed him to find an opportunity to spy on the Ghost King's sect. What's the secret? How strong is it? Over the years, there has been a secret rumor circulating in the Demon Cult world, that is, the legendary "Book of Heaven", the supreme holy scripture of the Demon Cult, has already fallen into the hands of the Ghost King Zong.
But at this moment, the "Book of Heaven" hadn't been seen yet, and the Qiankun Qingguang Ring, which had been missing for thousands of years, suddenly appeared. Bai Duzi was shocked, and felt that the inner strength of the Ghost King Sect was unfathomable. But there was a smile on his face, but it looked uglier than crying: "The suzerain is joking, who doesn't know that the ghost king sect is in full swing, but we have never seen this brother Long, and we really want to get to know him."
The ghost king took a deep look at Baiduzi, his eyes flickered, he smiled suddenly, and said, "Brother Dao is right, anyway, we will meet again in the future. You should know that three hundred years ago, under the command of the previous generation of ghost kings, our ghost king There are four holy envoys in Zongli, right?"
Bai Duzi's expression changed, but Patriarch Duanmu lost his voice and said: "What, Qinglong Baihu, Zhuque Xuanwu, these four are still alive?"
The white-faced scholar and the ghost king looked at each other with a smile, and said to everyone with a smile: "Hello, everyone, I am Qinglong."
On the side of Zhengdao, the reaction was not so intense, but Bai Duzi and other members of the Demon Cult were shocked. Three hundred years ago, when the Ghost King Sect had just risen, apart from the previous generation of Ghost Kings, the so-called Four Great Sacred Envoys were the foundational strength. Since then, their power has grown day by day. With today's situation finally in place, the strength of these four people can be imagined.
Suddenly, Qinglong sighed, turned to the ghost king and said, "After all, I'm still old. Look at those righteous young people opposite, all of them have doubts on their faces, most of them have never heard of my name."
The ghost king said with a smile: "Brother Long, why worry too much, the younger generation is rare and strange, as long as time is given, the name of Brother Long will definitely shake the world again."
Qinglong laughed loudly, and looked towards his right hand amidst the laughter, as if there was still some vague desolation.
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"Bang", there was a loud noise, and everyone was startled. Looking at the sound, it turned out that it was the stone's broken evil staff just now, which shot towards the sky, and it didn't fall until this moment.
In the arena, there was a moment of silence, most of the people frowned on the right way, focused on guard. This time, the revival of the Devil's Cult has become stronger than expected, and judging from the situation, there are more and deeper forces hidden yet to be revealed.
But on the other side of the demon sect, they also have their own ghosts. Ancestor Duanmu is better. He has no background and sect, but he is on good terms with the old blood-sucking demon, so he is on his side. But Baiduzi and the blood-sucking old demon are both important figures in the Wandu sect, looking at each other speechlessly at the moment, they are already deeply vigilant against this ghost king sect.
Only Ghost King and Qinglong stood there with a calm expression, Qinglong seemed to whisper something, Ghost King smiled and shook his head, but seemed to glance at Zhang Xiaofan inadvertently.
The night was getting darker, the sea wind was howling, and in the vast sea in the distance, the inexplicable howling sound in the middle of the night seemed to be getting closer and clearer.
Tian Buyi and Taoist Cangsong looked at each other, and they both saw that there was a retreat in the other's eyes. Suru next to him coughed, and softly said to Taoist Cangsong: "Senior brother Cangsong, the evildoers are powerful now, why don't we retreat for now, go back to the mountain to discuss with the senior brother in charge, and then make a decision, how about it?"
Cang Song pondered for a while, then nodded resolutely and said: "Junior Sister is right." As he spoke, he glanced at Tian Buyi, Tian Buyi nodded slowly.
Taoist Cangsong was about to speak, when he suddenly remembered something, looked around, frowned, and said in a low voice, "Where is Xiao Yicai? Why haven't I seen him all night?"
Qi Hao who was standing beside him took a step forward and said, "Master, when he came out just now, Senior Brother Xiao said he was not feeling well, so he didn't follow him."
Taoist Cangsong's complexion darkened, and he snorted, but he couldn't say anything in front of his disciples, so he had to turn his head away, and was about to speak to other sects such as Faxiang, Li Xun and others, when suddenly, behind the group of them, a voice came. There was a scream.
The crowd stirred, and there was a moment of confusion, only to see a few righteous young disciples standing behind, staggering out of the darkness with heavy injuries, covered in blood, and shouting loudly: "There are people from the Demon Cult behind you! "
In the darkness, in the ancient forest, there seemed to be countless shrill laughter, and the expressions of Tian Buyi and the others changed drastically. Ever since the Ghost King and others appeared, everyone's attention was attracted by those old monsters. Unexpectedly, the people in the Demon Cult were scheming and secretly sent people to outflank the rear and make trouble suddenly.
Just at this moment, the light flickered in the forest, and countless magic weapons flew out to kill them. People in the righteous way used the magic weapons to fight back, but first of all, it was unexpected, and second, there were far more demon cultists than they imagined. at a disadvantage.
Taoist Cangsong looked gloomy, shouted loudly, and jumped into the air, but before he could make any move, Bai Duzi and Patriarch Duanmu rushed forward together.
Bai Duzi laughed long, with a fierce look on his face, he shouted: "Dog priest, take your life!"
Taoist Cangsong paused in mid-air, not daring to underestimate these old monsters, so he had to turn around to fight. At the same time, the red light under him lit up, but it was Tian Buyi who caught Patriarch Duanmu.
Suru stood on the ground, frowning tightly, and there was a bit of worry on her beautiful face. Right now, the side of the righteous way is obviously at a disadvantage. There are still two unfathomable ghost kings and green dragons in the Demon Cult who have not made a move, and there are still many Demon Cult followers in the dark, so the situation is worrying.
At this time, the situation was chaotic, as if in the middle of the night and in the shadows, there were people from the Demon Cult everywhere, and there would be a murderous magic weapon flying out anytime and anywhere, and the righteous people were in a hard fight, and there were endless groans and screams.
Zhang Xiaofan was holding a fire stick, but he didn't make a move, because Song Daren, Tian Linger and others from Dazhufeng worried that he was injured just now, they wrapped him in the middle, so they didn't get hurt for a while, but the situation was critical, he was generally nervous.
Seeing that the surrounding Demon Cult's light is getting brighter and brighter, and the righteous people are gradually compressed, mainly in the night, they can't see the Demon Cult disciples hiding in the dark at all, which is really a big loss.
Zhang Xiaofan stood at the same spot, seeing the surrounding senior brothers and Tian Linger getting more and more stressed, he felt anxious, and felt that although his body was a little tired, it was fine, so he wanted to go up to join the battle.
At this moment, suddenly there is only a soft whistling, like a phoenix crowing for nine days, with a clear and sweet sound, echoing away. A brilliant blue light rose suddenly, Lu Xueqi followed the sword up, but seeing the radiance of the Tianya Divine Sword, it actually illuminated the left and right circles.
In the darkness, it seemed impossible to get close to her face and figure!
But she threw herself into the darkness, and with a "huh", the sharp roar shook the sky. This beautiful woman turned into a beam of electric blue light and shot into the darkness of the ancient forest.
After a while, I saw the blue light shining, and the exclamation was endless in the darkness, and the pressure of everyone in the field suddenly eased.
At the same time, just listening to the sound of the Buddha's name, Dharma Xiang clasped his palms together, and above the fingertips, the "Samsara Bead" was shining with a solemn golden light, turning slowly. He opened his eyes suddenly, and the Samsara Orb rushed towards the dark place on the other side. A moment later, a dazzling golden light lit up in the darkness, like daylight, and countless people from the Demon Cult flew out screaming.
As a result, the situation changed immediately, Qi Hao, Lin Jingyu, Li Xun, Yan Hong, even Fa Shan, Shitou and others were all outstanding figures in the younger generation of the Righteous Way, just now they were caught off guard. Immediately, they shot one after another, but there seemed to be no masters among the members of the Demon Cult who were sneaking around. Few people could block their sharpness, and the situation turned for the better on the right side.
The ghost king and Qinglong standing in the distance frowned upon seeing it, Qinglong shook his head slightly, and sighed: "These young disciples in the righteous path are all talented, compared to us juniors, they are too strong too much."
The ghost king nodded, looked into the distance, and suddenly said: "The woman who made the first move, the magic weapon in her hand, can you see clearly?"
Qinglong said lightly: "Is it Tianya?"
The ghost king turned his head and looked at him. Qinglong smiled, and whispered slowly, as if softly: "Tianya Excalibur, Tianya Excalibur!"
The ghost king stood with his hands behind his back, and said slowly: "Also, the monk in Tianyin Temple has the reincarnation pearl in his hand; the young man in white at Qingyunmen has a fairy sword as green as water in his hand. It takes pains to train young people."