Miss Feng Wu, the female alchemy goddess, is busy refining alchemy

They all knew in their hearts that the Tang family's fortunes were about to rise, and thinking about the fact that the Tang family would truly be the number one family in the East Lake world in the future, the two tens of thousands of years old monsters couldn't help but feel excited.

The high priest was already exhausted after his hysterical roar, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.

Just then Feng Yunzhao arrived. Seeing the mess outside the Tang family manor and smelling the stench in the air, he knew what had just happened here.

Seeing that the golden magic circle outside the manor had not been broken, I felt slightly relieved.

Although he was very confident in his magic circle, he was still afraid of unexpected situations, especially when Zheng Yiyi sent a message saying that the high priest of the demon tribe had taken action.

Not far away, Feng Yunzhao was looking at the staff in the high priest's hand. The strong aura of the demon continued to emanate, and there was something unknown in his eyes.

The surrounding cultivators have gradually gathered around, and seeing that the demons seem to be at their wit's end, they begin to muster up the courage to step forward and fight with the demon cultivators outside.

The sound was very small at first, but soon it turned into a huge shout.

The monks from Shangyang Palace have arrived to reinforce!

Even the alchemists from Danta came out and provided large quantities of elixirs to help out from behind.

With the help of the elixir, the monks rushed forward excitedly.

It is rumored that the Tang family is the goddess's patron saint. Today it seems that it is not groundless!

If I could establish contact with the Tang family, wouldn’t I be able to have a relationship with the goddess in the future?

Thinking of the various rumors about the goddess before, as well as the countless magical weapons, skills and elixirs rumored to be there, they worked even harder.

A group of demon cultivators had already been killed by the high priest, and their fighting spirit was weakened by their inability to break the magic circle. Now they were attacked by a large number of cultivators. Their mental defenses had collapsed, and their momentum was so weak that it was difficult to gather again.

The high priest gritted his teeth and looked at the attacking monks.

He brought the demon cultivators out here, but lost these people and got nothing, and now he is surrounded.

The Demon Emperor would never let him go when he returned. Thinking of this, he looked at the monk in front of him with hatred.

He swung the staff in his hand vigorously, and the monk who rushed in front of him was killed and turned into a ball of blood mist.

Feng Yunzhao stared at him for a long time and was very interested in the staff in his hand.

She thought of the Demon's Eye she had obtained before, and always felt that the staff was connected to that thing.

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated and flew forward to snatch the staff.

The high priest saw that the woman who rushed in front of him did not care, but waved his hand and wanted to kill the person who was in his way.

But to his surprise, his attack had absolutely no effect on the woman, and a sense of crisis instantly surged in his heart.

Feng Yunzhao gave him a weird smile, formed seals with his hands and slapped him. The colorful spiritual power transformed into the shape of a palm and hit the high priest's chest.

The body hidden under the black robe was bent like a shrimp and flew backwards. The cloak behind him was blown up by the palm wind and fell to the ground with a thud, raising dust.

The staff in his hand also flew out, and Feng Yunzhao flew forward in an instant with a smile on his face.

Just as her hand was about to touch the staff, a black magic light suddenly appeared.

A gloomy male voice sounded in my ears.

"Humph, you dare to covet my demon clan's treasure, you are really courting death!"

Feng Yunzhao quickly dodged backwards vigilantly, and a thick black fog condensed into a human figure, and the staff flew back into the man's hand.

Many cultivators in the surrounding area were affected by the evil spirit. Some of them were accidentally infected by the evil spirit and their eyes gradually turned red. They stood there in a daze.

The surviving demon cultivator shouted excitedly:

"Demon Emperor! It's the Demon Emperor!"

The voice of the demon cultivator made the originally noisy environment quiet instantly. The high priest lay on the ground, breathing in more than out, looking in the direction of the Demon Emperor, his eyes full of admiration.

Feng Yunzhao stood in mid-air and looked at the man opposite. A black robe wrapped his body tightly, leaving only a pair of cold eyes staring at her.

Long Xingran stepped forward vigilantly and stood silently behind Feng Yunzhao. Heifeng also stood vigilantly beside his master. The atmosphere instantly became tense!