The little sister is omnipotent, leading the sect to fly

Feng Zhulan looked up at the sky.

In his haste, he did not notice a dark cloud appearing in the distance.

It was just a small black dot at first, but it expanded rapidly as time went by, and reached the top of the head in a moment.

Feng Zhulan felt a familiar breath from the dark cloud.

Not only him, but the Feng family disciples behind him also felt it at the same time.

“Yes… the ancestors have come out of seclusion!”

"Great! The ancestors are here, we are saved!"

The Feng family members were overjoyed with expressions of joy on their faces. Everyone had an overjoyed look on their faces.

Feng Qingkong approached Feng Zhulan and whispered, "It seems that the people we sent out earlier have successfully broken through and invited the ancestor to come out."

Feng Zhulan nodded and felt relieved.

Now that the ancestors have come out of seclusion, there will be no more surprises.

These ancestors are all elders of the Feng family from the previous generation or even several generations ago. They are all powerful beings who are over hundreds of years old. They have long ignored worldly affairs and only focus on practicing in seclusion in order to break through the limit of their lifespan. They will not come out unless the family’s survival is at stake.

Feng Zhulan bowed to Yun Jian and said, "My fellow ancestors, the girl who was besieged by the demons is the savior of my Feng family. I hope you can help save her life."

The clouds rolled for a moment, and a skinny and withered hand like a branch stretched out from it.

The hand gesture was as fast as lightning, and it pinched the vital point of the lightning snake transformed by Lei Gong's whip, grabbed it tightly, and threw it out.

Before Skinny Bamboo Pole could react, he felt that he had lost the connection with the Thunder Whip and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Without the pressure of the Thunder Whip, the Fantasy Sound Bell finally stopped collapsing, and the thousand-year-old ice marrow immediately began to repair itself.

The short and fat man knew that something was wrong. The person who came was a master. He was able to seriously injure his brother, who was in the late stage of Spirit Transformation, at the first sight. The person who came must have a cultivation level of at least the Void Refinement Realm.

The hand did not stop after taking away the Thunder Snake Whip with one strike. Like a phantom, several skinny hands as big as chicken claws emerged from the dark clouds one after another, with their five fingers bent and grabbing towards the demons.

Having lost his magic weapon, Shouzhugan could only use his body skills to avoid the claws.

However, facing these claws was just like Yan Ju facing the palm prints just now. No matter where he tried to hide, the claws followed him like a shadow, making it impossible for him to avoid them.

The danger was over, but Yan Ju did not rush out. Instead, she sat cross-legged in the phantom bell and watched the show with great interest.

Don't just watch the show, take out two colorful ribbons and wave them in your hands, shouting slogans, "Come on, seniors, come on, beat the demons! You are the best, I am your fan, I support you spiritually!"

The claws, which were originally moving fiercely, trembled a little when they heard her passionate shouts, and then continued to stretch forward.

At the same time, several dark formations emerged from the ground at some point, rotating and following under the feet of Thin Bamboo Pole.

Strong suction force emanated from the formation, making Skinny Bamboo's steps heavier and heavier.

"Brother!" He cried out in fear as he saw the claws about to pierce his chest.

There were many hands trying to catch the dwarf, and he was too busy to take care of himself.

Hearing Skinny Bamboo's cry for help, he moved his hand and swung out another big palm print exactly the same as the previous one.

But this time the palm print was not directed at the enemy, but at the thin bamboo pole.

Skinny Bamboo closed his eyes subconsciously.

The palm wind brought up a gust of wind, sweeping him towards the shorty.

The short winter melon grabbed him by the collar and said, "Let's go!"

Since these old monsters from the Feng family have already been dispatched, this mission has already failed.

I can only find a way to save my life first, and then go back to pray for the Lord's forgiveness.

The shorty slapped out his black iron token with his backhand, and the token quickly grew larger in the air, blocking the two men behind them.

He didn't even look back and rushed out, obviously trying to buy time to escape by risking his magic weapon.

Unfortunately, the ideal is very full, and the reality is very skinny.

The black iron token that had stopped Feng Zhulan before seemed as fragile as paper in front of the hand that stretched out from the clouds.

The claw directly penetrated the black iron token without even a moment's blocking effect. It first penetrated the back of the skinny bamboo pole and then the shorty.

The two people were strung on the thin and dry arms like candied haws, without any struggle.

It is true that Huashen is like grass in front of Lianxu.

The people from Cangxue Sect witnessed the absolute gap in strength for the first time, and they couldn't help but feel a little scared.

Just now, the demon clan's main attention was on Feng Zhulan and other members of the Feng family. They did not take them seriously at the beginning, but later all their attention was diverted by Yan Ju.

Otherwise, they, who were in the Nascent Soul and Golden Core stages, would have been slapped to death by a demon cultivator in the late Spirit Transformation stage.

The difference in realm is difficult to overcome, otherwise in the original book, Luo Qianxue's ability to repeatedly kill powerful enemies above her level would not have amazed everyone so much.

The leader of the demon clan has been killed, so naturally the remaining minions can't escape.

Black fog drifted out from the dark clouds and spread across the field, with faint marks of a formation rolling out from within.

The demon who was trying to teleport away during the chaos seemed to be frozen in place. He was interrupted halfway through the teleportation and then pierced through the chest by a dry claw.

The scene was a one-sided massacre, and the demons had no power to resist.

The claws were pulled out from the chest of the demons. Because they practiced evil skills in unorthodox ways, the blood of these demons was black.

Thousands of claws merged into one in the air, shook them away in disgust, and then ignited a ball of spiritual power to burn away the remaining demonic blood.

Upon seeing this, Yan Ju rolled her eyes and put the Huanyin Bell back to her waist.

Then he took out a small jar from the space ring, gently opened the lid, and used the water control technique to control the liquid inside and pour it on the withered hand.

The withered hand sensed that she had no ill intentions, so it did not dodge.

Yan Ju washed the hand carefully with water, even the nails were not spared.

"My dear senior, although the Dust Purification Technique is good, it is still not as good as the snow water that has not melted for thousands of years in the depths of the snow mountain. I went through a lot of hardships to collect this bottle. Washing your hands with my snow water that has been melting for thousands of years has the effect of nourishing your skin. Look, the skin on your hands has become much whiter and smoother."

After hearing her words, everyone, whether they should remain silent or not, fell silent.

Ji Liuguang, Xue Zifang, Song Fanxing: What is this snow water that never melts? Is it from their sect? Isn't this thing everywhere? Why does Junior Sister make it sound like it's very precious?

Mu Lianbai and Mo Qinghen: Flattery, too flattering. As a cultivator, one should be upright and use strength to convince others. How can one do such flattery? It is simply a disgrace to cultivators!

Luo Qianxue: How come Yan Ju has so many good things? How come she gets all the good things? Why?

The object of her flattery, the owner of the withered hand, was obviously shocked by her shameless behavior.

Stayed in the same place for a long time without moving.