Chapter 2767 Chapter 2766 Holy Monarch Peng Niu
"Yes, the chaotic demon realm was a piece of loose sand before. It was suppressed and beaten by the invading demon army for so many years. Now the demon clan from outside also wants to join in the fun, and also It depends on whether we agree or not." The red-scaled crocodile demon roared, revealing its body, and swept out its thick tail with a huge light and shadow.
The old man in the white-pointed hat snorted secretly. He had dealt with Lu Xiaotian in his early years when he was still in the Divine Void Realm. It was just not a friendship. But after so many years, Lu Xiaotian's cultivation has skyrocketed, and he is still there. Early integration period. It is no longer the same, let alone compared with Lu Xiaotian, even among the people who serve Chiyue Desert in front of him, there are many who are stronger than him.
Especially this red-scaled demon crocodile, which seems to be closer to the Red Moon Desert, which makes people feel disgusted. However, I could only think about this in my heart, but the old man in the white-pointed hat did not dare to say it easily.
There is no time to scheming with the red-scaled demon crocodile, so it is only right to complete the orders of the unknown sword cultivator first. The old man in the white-pointed hat stretched out his hand, and thirteen soul-cutting nails whizzed towards one of the Nightmare Demon Clan.
"Senior Wuming has something to say, try to capture their souls as much as possible, but don't beat these guys until they are completely destroyed."
Madara Qianji remembers the explanation of the lotus clone. He always remembers that Lu Xiaotian liked it at the beginning. Collect the spirits of various monsters. Maybe the unknown sword cultivator collected it for Lu Xiaotian.
“There’s so much shit!” the old man in the white-pointed hat cursed secretly. The power of his soul-cutting nail is that it can cut off souls and constantly erode the opponent’s soul. It is so vicious that ghost cultivators don’t even need it. Tai talks about being fair and aboveboard, and there are not a few human monks who are good at this.
“Don’t worry, fellow Taoist Madara, I’ll just try not to hurt my spirit.” The old man in the white-pointed hat replied.
"It doesn't matter if you really want to destroy a few of the souls. Your own safety comes first. Senior Wuming didn't say anything about taking all the souls and killing them!" Madara Chia added.
"Haha, okay, this way we can have a good fight!"
For a time, many strong men in the Fusion Realm, led by Madara Chia, each sacrificed their magic weapons, and five Nightmare Monster Tribes attacked fiercely. They are all experienced strong men in the Fusion Realm, so there is no loophole to take advantage of in this situation.
"Everyone can escape as much as they can! Get out!" The leader of the Yongmeng Demon Clan shouted sharply. Before he could finish his words, his body was already retreating behind him.
At this time, these five Nightmare demon clans have no fighting spirit. How can they withstand the fierce attack of more than ten strong men in the Fusion Realm? A magic weapon bombarded him, and immediately a physical body was directly blasted to pieces and exploded into a ball of blood mist. Even the soul could not escape.
The other lower body was hit by a tiger demon from Ice Tiger Mountain with an ice-thorned tiger ball, and the lower body was directly sealed by ice. Thanks to the fierceness of the Nightmare Demon Clan, at the critical moment, She stretched out her hand and cut herself below the waist, and then fled with her upper body in the clouds. However, despite being injured, it was inevitable that he would fall behind several other members of his own race. Madara Chiga and the others caught up behind him and swarmed him, but his end was not much better than that of the previous member of his race.
"The leader of the Nightmare Demon Clan hopes that fellow Taoists can save a breath and let me kill him personally." Xiong Kun was still seriously injured at this time, but his roots were cut off by the lotus clone. After returning to the Dark Demon Tomb, The recovery speed is much faster, but it is not enough to take action against these old monsters for the time being. Now in the Dark Demon Tomb, I can barely keep up with the speed of these old monsters.
The strength of the leader of the Nightmare Demon Clan is really extraordinary. Under the pursuit of more than ten masters, he managed to escape from the Dark Demon Tomb.
Leaving the Dark Demon Tomb, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth rushed towards my face.
"Haha, bald old demon, where can you escape!" The red-scaled demon crocodile was having fun chasing. The old man in the white pointed hat and another purple-robed old ghost behind him were chasing even more vigorously. This one was the strongest. The Nightmare Demon Clan is actually an old monster in the late stage of integration. If it were left outside, they would not dare to underestimate it in ordinary times. But this guy was unlucky. He chased him all the way in the Dark Demon Tomb, and the opponent was seriously injured. Moreover, although the old demon Madara Chia was still in the middle stage of integration, his magic weapon was really good. Even if the opponent was slightly injured, if he really In a fight, they have so many more people, and the other party will also be overwhelmed. For the Ghost Clan, being able to capture the Nightmare Demon Clan in the late stage of integration is also of great benefit to them.
With the victory in hand, a group of people pursued and fought fiercely, with no intention of returning to the mountain.
After chasing for a while, the only remaining late-stage Nightmare demon clan was surrounded by Madara Qianji and a group of old monsters.
“Fellow Taoist Xiong, I will wait until I defeat this old monster’s tricks, and then I will leave it to you to deal with!” Madara Qianjie let out a long laugh, and it was a great pleasure to chase him all the way down. Especially when fighting against old monsters in the late stages of merging, even if it's a trick, being able to severely damage such an old monster is inexplicably exciting.
"Thank you Taoist Fellow Ban and all the fellow Taoists for your great help. If I can be useful to Xiong Kun in the future, Xiong Kun will not refuse." Xiong Kun said with a smile.
A group of strong men laughed one after another, and they all responded to Xiong Kun's words. Even if Xiong Kun is seriously injured now, he can control the tomb spirit in a single charge. He is so elusive in the chaotic demon realm. There will be many opportunities in the future. There's a good chance I could use this favor.
Although this time I was ordered by the Lotus clone to participate in the encirclement and suppression of the Nightmare Monster Clan, I didn't suffer much loss. Just by killing a few monster clans of the same level, I can get a lot of benefits, and I can also get a lot of benefits from the Xiongyan Clan. Kun is here to get a favor. It is naturally important to carry out the orders of powerful people in the Mahayana realm, and maybe it would be better to get some benefits along the way. It's no good to get up early, and the same goes for these combined old monsters.
But before Madara Chita, an old monster like him, could be happy too early, a terrifying and ferocious pressure suddenly came down.
“Old demon in the Mahayana realm!” At this time, such a thought flashed through the minds of Madara Chia and all the monks, with a look of horror on their faces. They had all seen the lotus clones, and their breath was flowing out of the dust. Not this extremely ferocious evil spirit.
The severely injured and surrounded Monster Tribe survived the desperate situation with a look of ecstasy on its face. It leaned towards the northwest with both hands and bowed, "Welcome to the Holy Lord Peng Niu, please save your life!"
Boom, boom, there was a sound of thunderous hooves in the void, like the beating of war drums. Madara Qian'e and other monks looked into the distance in shock, and saw sixteen bull demons several feet in length, with silvery lights all over their bodies, dragging a demon beast howling in the huge wind.
On top of the monster, there was a figure with the head of a cow, a nose ring and a black cloak. The strong monster cultivator held a half-clothed banshee in his arms. Don't care about the eyes of others.
Without seeing how the Pengniu Demon Saint moved, a gust of demonic wind blew up between heaven and earth, and the monks directly pushed him roughly to both sides.
“A bunch of inexperienced brats dare to interfere in this holy king’s business. They are so impatient!”
(End of Chapter)