Everyone has chosen the demon clan, who would still practice seriously?

Ren Yi, who was standing in place, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and the vines on his body loosened instantly.

Randomly grabbed the vine with his backhand and pulled it hard, and the demon grass in the distance was instantly pulled closer.

Yaocao trembled as he looked at Ren Yi, whose eyes were cold in front of him, and could not say a word.

Ren Yi grasped the slender flower stem under his neck with one hand, and wiped the venom off his face with the other hand, his eyes becoming increasingly unfriendly.

Seeing that the situation was not right, the venom-spraying demon grass turned around and tried to run away.

As soon as Renyi narrowed his eyes, the vine flew towards it in an instant, wrapped around it tightly, and then pulled it back suddenly.

The two demon grasses stared at Ren Yi blankly.

She snapped her fingers randomly, and the golden light emitted by the cleansing spell made her face and clothes clean and tidy again.

But the air pressure around her did not rise.

"You guys are really disgusting."

The male monk who was rescued arbitrarily walked out and stared blankly at everything that happened next.

my God!

…………

On the other side of the fog, the shirtless Bai Jian walked in the fog cautiously, holding the sword in both hands.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound coming from the front.

In this space isolated by fog, the rustling sound means there must be a battle ahead.

The next moment, the mist flowed, and Ren Yi and a man from the Celestial Clan appeared in front of him.

The man was none other than the independent cultivator from the Celestial Clan who had been rescued arbitrarily before, his name was Yang Huaishan.

When Bai Jian saw the two people, an excited and greedy expression suddenly appeared on his face.

"It turns out it's you bitch!"

"There's no three-headed snake here to lend you leverage, and no one to help you. Let's see what you can do!"

His cultivation level was at the sixth level, so it was no problem for him to deal with a cultivator at only the fifth level.

When Yang Huaishan heard Bai Jian's words, he silently lit a candle in his heart.

He bowed and saluted Ren Yi: "Tian Zun, I will step aside first."

He waved his hand casually.

Bai Jian laughed even louder, "When disaster strikes, everyone flees. This casual cultivator knows how to handle the current situation."

Ren Yi looked at him with a smile, "Guess what I'm holding in my hand?"

Bai Jian glanced at her hands.

His left hand hung at his side, without any abnormality.

His right hand was behind his back, as if he was holding something.

"Don't be so mysterious. The storage rings here are all sealed. You can't take out any high-quality magic tools. Prepare to die!"

Bai Jian swung the long sword in his hand, gathered the sword energy into the sword body, and stabbed fiercely at someone.

The corner of his mouth curled up maliciously and he raised his right hand.

Two circles of vines wrapped around her palms, which she held tightly.

The vine in her hand split into six branches and wrapped around the necks of the six demon grasses.

The large leaves that represented the arms of these poisonous grasses have been removed, leaving only bare rhizomes and huge flower heads.

The barbs and spikes on the flower heads are like bloody mouths, roaring and biting fiercely with white swords.

Bai Jian's blood suddenly ran cold.

Six bloody and terrifying big mouths bit on the left, bit on the right, and gnawed madly!

A large piece of flesh was bitten off from the right hand holding the sword, and three or four bloody holes were bitten on the left arm.

Another one bit him directly on the face.

"what--!"

The shrill wails echoed all around, but only Yang Huaishan could hear it.

He pulled the rope with force and said lightly, "Okay, come back!"

Those big mouths immediately let go of the white sword and rushed back to stand beside Ren Yi.

Ren Yi leaned down slightly and gently touched the heads of a few magic grasses with his slender white fingers.

The demon grasses vied with each other to touch her hands, and even though they didn't say a word, Bai Jian could still see the flattery in their expressions.

This woman domesticated these horrible things... into dogs? ?

Even though his reaction was slow, Bai Jian realized that the woman in front of him was not someone to be trifled with.

And perverted!

He fell to the ground, not caring about his bleeding wound, and retreated in a hurry.

Ren Yi still had a faint smile on his face: "Did I let you go?"

Bai Jian's tiger body trembled, and he crawled back resignedly.

He kowtowed to Ren Yi: "If you kill me, you will lose a lot of points! Please be kind and let me go!"

Ren Yi raised his eyebrows and looked at him meaningfully:

"Oh? If you want me to let you go, there must be a reason, right?"

"I, I can help you deal with the demons! They are also your opponents, so we can be considered as your own!"

While listening, Ren Yi walked to his side and looked down at him.

"One of our own?"

Bai Jian nodded frantically: "Yes, yes, we are one family!"

He patted the demon grass beside him and said, "Then I'll feed you to them."

Bai Jian was extremely frightened and asked tremblingly: "We are all one of us, why do you want to kill me?"

He tilted his head casually, smiling kindly and cordially:

"It's more reassuring to eat with your own family."

Bai Jian: “…………”