After rebirth, she became a beloved junior sister in the world of immortal cultivation

Chapter 188
Now that the brand mark still remains, Xue Jiaojiao thinks it should be soon.

As Qu Qingci said, if Bi Xi came to help them, it would indeed be a great help, and they could even win this battle quickly.

Now the fight is exhausting, the soul sacrificial array was manipulated by the head of Nanfang Buzhou for a day, and it is almost broken, only a little bit remains.

In the end, it was the formation that endangered the Quartet hundreds of years ago, and it took a lot of time for the head of Nanfang Buzhou.

Xue Jiaojiao went back to the tent and lay down, the battle between immortals and demons will continue tomorrow.

Chu Changsheng and Mozun couldn't get close to them, and they would be torn apart by spiritual power if they got close, and they had no power to fight back.

Shan Ying and the others lived with her.

Someone was patrolling outside, and the bonfire was gradually extinguished.

The moon ran out from the black cloud, and under the hillside, several demons in black stuck out their heads.

The leader gestured, and they went around to one side and continued on.

The demons walked quietly and slowly approached the place where the monks were stationed.

This time, they received orders from the people around Han Zhao, and came here to surprise those powerful chief disciples.

When the chief disciple dies, they earn one. After all, it is something that is good for them.

Besides, several adults have also said that if this matter is accomplished, there will be a lot of rewards.

They are also the elite of those adults. Now that we are outnumbered, they have to wait until the middle of the night to act.

Midnight is coming soon, and the patrolling people are still vigilant around.

The demons threw something the size of a pill to the patrolling monk, and the pill dispersed in an instant. It was colorless and tasteless, but it could make people drowsy.

Those on patrol really fell down.

Before they fell, the people from the Demon Race went over to pick them up, hurriedly changed into their clothes, and took their lives to infiltrate the monks.

They patrolled decently, but they were actually looking for targets.

The lights of many tents were extinguished, and a few of them gently opened the door of one tent.

Pei Nanxun opened his eyes as soon as he heard the movement.

Before those people had time to make a move, a long sword was placed on his neck.

The other threw a pill in a hurry, and Pei Nanxun sealed his sense of smell.

Neither of the two moves worked well. With a swipe, the lights in the tent turned on, and the people in the nearby tent also came over.

"What's going on?" Elder Dongsheng Shenzhou walked in. Yun Lan arrived after him, and saw Pei Nanxun pointing his sword at a monk.

The faces of those demons were terrified, and they were restrained to death by Pei Nanxun without even making a move.

"These people sneaked into my room late at night. I suspect they were sent by the Immortal Killer and the Demon Race."

The clothes these people are wearing are the clothes of the disciples of the sect. When they came earlier, they had been cleaned clearly, so why are there still traitors inside?
Accompanied by this suspicion, Yun Lan took several people into custody for interrogation.

This episode came to an end, and this incident caused the world of cultivating immortals to be more vigilant.

The few people who were waiting for them to come back also looked at each other in blank dismay. They made this decision completely behind Han Zhao's back. Now that they have been tossing for so long and there is no news at all, it's probably more ominous than good.

They are also going to be in danger, and if Han Zhao finds out, they will lose a layer of skin.

Accompanied by this worry, the battle between immortals and demons came to the third day.

The third day was still the same as before, and Han Zhao, who was not sensitive, still found something different.

There were fewer subordinates around those few people, especially those he was more familiar with.

Han Zhao frowned: "Where are those people?"

(End of this chapter)