The Devil's Tribulation

Nanzhou Holy Flame Island, in the Holy Flame Realm.

There was a sound of tearing in space, and a crack opened up.

Pan Chengfeng stuck his head out and looked around, only coming out after confirming that there was no danger.

His spiritual consciousness scanned the area within a radius of ten thousand meters, then he closed his eyes and felt it for a moment. His face lit up as he said, "There's a mark three thousand miles away. I wonder if it's Xin'er~"

Just as he was about to take off into the distance, he suddenly thought of Chen Jie.

When Chen Jie separated from him, she said she would wait for him outside the forest.

If Pan Chengfeng ran away like this, what would that silly girl do if she kept waiting outside the forest and encountered danger?

Not only is there the threat of monsters, but there are also cultivators from other continents who are eyeing us covetously, especially those from South Continent.

When a cultivator from South Continent meets a cultivator from East Continent, the only word is "kill"!

Chen Jie’s strength is acceptable, but she is alone now. If she encounters too many monks from Nanzhou, she will definitely not be able to escape.

Pan Chengfeng took a few breaths, then sighed and said, "Damn, why couldn't I hold back?

If I really ignore her and something happens to her, I will definitely regret it."

Chen Jie was not far away from him, only about 500 miles away. Pan Chengfeng flew away in a flash of light and disappeared.

Outside the forest, Chen Jie was waiting anxiously. Although she was still injured, she really had no intention of meditating and resting.

After waiting for half an hour, suddenly several auras came. Chen Jie was happy at first, but then her pretty face changed drastically and she hurriedly flew away.

More than twenty beams of light came rushing towards him from behind, led by none other than Yan Dabiao from the Sword Sect.

There were more than twenty disciples of the Sword Sect, all of them were injured, and many of them were missing limbs.

After sacrificing eighty or ninety of their fellow disciples, these people finally escaped the pursuit of the Demon Lord and fled for a long time before flying out of the forest.

Yan Dabiao thought with a gloomy face: "We were hunting down the Dongzhou cultivators, but suddenly Pan Chengfeng showed up!

Not only did it ruin our good deeds, but it also took away the medicine to save lives.

In the end, he attracted the Demon Lord and killed so many disciples of the sect! It’s so abominable! !”

Just as he was gritting his teeth, he suddenly sensed the fluctuation of mana in front of him. Yan Dabiao swept his spiritual sense and shouted angrily: "That bitch! Chase her!"

The other brothers also sensed Chen Jie, and they angrily increased their magic power output, and the escape light suddenly increased a lot.

Chen Jie sensed that the Sword Sect's men were catching up to her, and said with a determined look on her face, "It seems I can't escape. I can only fight them!"

Chen Jie simply gave up running away and turned a corner to meet the people from the Sword Sect.

This action startled the pursuing Sword Sect cultivators. They stopped their escape and stared at Chen Jie, who had a determined look on her face.

Yan Dabiao looked at Chen Jie with a puzzled expression and asked, "Why don't you run away? What's your conspiracy?!"

While speaking, Yan Dabiao released his spiritual sense, taking in the situation within a radius of tens of thousands of meters.

Chen Jie said calmly: "No need to look for me, I am alone."

Yan Dabiao didn't believe him at all. Thinking of Pan Chengfeng's strange hiding skills, he now didn't dare to fully trust his own spiritual sense.

Seeing their suspicious attitude, Chen Jie sneered, "Is this all the courage a disciple of the Sword Sect has?

"More than twenty cultivators of the Great Perfection of the Void Refinement Realm are still afraid of a little girl like me?"

Yan Dabiao said coldly: "Where is that kid? Where is he hiding? Come out!!"

Another Sword Sect disciple said viciously, "Right! What about that brat? He killed my Taoist partner. I want him to die miserably!"

Chen Jie didn't know that Pan Chengfeng had led the Demon Lord to the disciples of the Sword Sect.

Seeing the miserable state of these people in front of her, Chen Jie thought to herself, "There used to be over a hundred of them, but now there are only about twenty left. Could it be that they were killed by the wind?"

Seeing that Chen Jie didn't say anything, Yan Dabiao and his group gradually lost their patience.

There are many of them, so even if that guy really hides, they are not afraid. They will deal with the woman in front of them first.

Yan Dabiao waved his hand, and more than a dozen people prepared to take action, leaving a few people to guard the surroundings to prevent sneak attacks.

Chen Jie secretly gathered his magic power and prepared to fight. More than a dozen sword sect disciples' flying swords flew out at the same time, emitting cold light.

Chen Jie quickly formed seals, and a ten-foot-sized sun slowly rose up, heading towards a dozen flying swords with cold light.

More than a dozen flying swords flew back and forth at a rapid speed. In less than half a breath, they broke Chen Jie's special move and then flew towards Chen Jie rapidly.

Chen Jie instinctively took a few steps back, then gritted her teeth and shouted, "I'll follow you..."

Chen Jie was just about to use the sect's forbidden technique to drag one or two people down with him before he died.

Suddenly a mean voice was heard, which sounded so hateful to others.

But to Chen Jie, it was the sound of nature: "I'm not dead yet, it's not your turn to fight! Thunder Technique: Ten Thousand Thunder Wings Flash!!"

Countless attacks like light spots shot out from behind Chen Jie, and the light spots in the sky hit more than a dozen flying swords into pieces, causing them to lose their original brilliance.

If the Sword Sect monks had not hurriedly increased their mana output, these dozen flying swords would have lost their spirituality if not destroyed.

Yan Dabiao's eyes blazed with fire as he shouted angrily, "Pan Chengfeng!!!"

A black shadow flashed in front of Chen Jie, and a tall and mighty figure blocked her way.

Chen Jie was so familiar with this back that she couldn't help but lean her little head on his back.

Pan Chengfeng coughed dryly and said, "Senior Sister, there are so many people here, please be careful of the impact."

"I don't care~" Chen Jie said softly, "I am already yours, and you will never get rid of me in this life."

Pan Chengfeng quickly turned around, put his hands on Chen Jie's shoulders and said, "Let's talk about these things later. Senior Sister, please move aside. I'll take care of them first."

Yan Dabiao, who was ignored, could no longer contain his anger and shouted, "You two bastards!

You killed so many of my fellow disciples, now go down and become a pair of desperate mandarin ducks! ! "

More than twenty people summoned flying swords at the same time, each of which was a low-grade magic weapon or above.

The flying sword flew out of his body, emitting cold light. Pan Chengfeng skillfully pushed Chen Jie away, forming seals with his hands and saying, "So there are more than a hundred of you. I still have to be careful when dealing with you.

Now, I don’t even take these people seriously!"

"How shameless!" Yan Dabiao's eyes were full of lust. He hated Pan Chengfeng so much that he didn't hold back at all when he attacked.

Pan Chengfeng was covered in lightning, floating in the air like the god of thunder. He formed seals with his hands and said, "I'll destroy you all in one move! Thunder Method·Thunder Dragon Technique·Group Dragon Breaking!!!"

There was a loud explosion in the sky, and more than 500 3,000-meter-long thunder dragons appeared, and the entire sky was filled with roaming silver dragons.

Yan Dabiao looked at this scene, his lips trembling as he said, "It's over, it's over..."

The dragons roared and rushed towards the disciples of the Sword Sect. Only Yan Dabiao held on for a breath, while the others were annihilated in an instant.

More than twenty flying swords fell to the ground with a crackling sound. Pan Chengfeng's eyes lit up and he quickly landed to pick up the flying swords on the ground.

After some more searching, he found the storage ring and some pills in it.

Then he said with satisfaction: "Not bad, two mid-grade magic weapons, and the rest are low-grade, which can be worth a lot of money. And these pills can also be used."

Pan Chengfeng was happily counting his spoils when a timid voice came from behind him: "Cheng...Chengfeng, are you okay?"

Pan Chengfeng suddenly turned around, picked up Chen Jie with one hand, and regardless of how Chen Jie screamed, he slapped Chen Jie's butt with a "pa~" sound.

Chen Jie kicked her legs wildly and screamed, "What are you doing? What are you doing? Let me go! Let me go!"

How strong was Pan Chengfeng? He clamped Chen Jie's slender waist, and she couldn't resist at all. He waved his big hand and "slapped" again, which made Chen Jie even more panicked.

She didn't know why Pan Chengfeng hit her, especially in such a shameful place, so she could only scream, "Let me go! Let me go! You lecher, you lecher!!"

Pan Chengfeng spanked her more than a dozen times before contentedly putting her down and saying, "If you dare to talk about death again, it won't just be a few spankings. Remember that?"

Chen Jie touched her swollen buttocks and said with tears in her eyes: "I...I understand..."

Chen Jie's eyes were filled with tears, and she looked so pitiful. Pan Chengfeng's heart softened. He squatted down, pinched Chen Jie's chin and said, "You are my woman. If you die like this, I will be sad."