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

When Long Jian heard this, he couldn't help but frown.

"The demons' curses are really filthy!"

Han Ran held the sword in both hands, "I heard that the new Saint of the Demon Tribe is a demon woman who has kept thirty male lovers. What good soldiers can she produce?"

"Watch the opportunity. When they start fighting again and their magic power and spiritual energy are exhausted, go up and destroy them all."

"Yes!"

Ren Yi narrowed his eyes and listened carefully to the quarrel for a while, and he probably understood it.

Three days ago, this secret place suddenly appeared in the world, surrounded and guarded by water dragons.

After the demons win the Tianmohui, they will have the priority to explore medium-sized secret realms or above within ten years.

Originally, the demons were supposed to explore for three days first, and then the celestials could enter.

The two tribes can fight inside, but they must not hurt anyone's life.

When the demons entered first this time, a cultivator from the Celestial Clan discovered that the person inside was the murderer who killed his brother many years ago.

He violated the rules and followed the demons in. No one knew what happened, but this celestial cultivator died.

When the other Heavenly Clan cultivators came in, they not only discovered a large number of deadly traps along the way.

The body of the first monk who entered was also seen.

The battle between the two tribes broke out completely.

With a casual glance, he saw that the leader of the Celestial Clan was actually Ye Che, the silly nephew of Lord Ye Shuang.

The leader of the demon clan is—Wan Niang?

Ye Che's ability to curse was no match for Wanniang's, and he was so angry that he swelled up like a bun.

Send any magic power to Tiezhu:

[Release the illusion of the battle between the Heavenly and Demonic tribes for them to see. ]

Tiezhu nodded, his eyes instantly fell into chaos, and the space around him distorted at the same time.

Long Jian suddenly laughed: "Great! They finally started fighting!"

In their eyes, the Celestial Clan and the Demon Clan in front of them started to take action again.

Strong winds and spells of various colors exploded before our eyes, filling the screen with special effects.

【Also release the illusion to the two tribes below, the Heavenly Demons.】

[Ah, we need both tribes. That would be tiring.]

She gave him a cool glance.

[I want you to pull them all into a fantasy world.]

[Ah! That will tire me to death! ]

[Between being exhausted to death and being beaten to death by me, choose one. 】

【…】

The two groups of people who were still swearing at each other were instantly swallowed up by the fog.

"What's going on? Where is this?"

The cultivators from both the Heavenly and Demonic tribes discovered that they were no longer in the cave, but were in darkness.

Only in the center of the two tribes, there was a beam of light shining down from overhead, illuminating a figure lying on the ground.

It was the Celestial Clan disciple who was killed by the Demon Clan.

"Did you do this?" Ye Che cursed, "The demons are really despicable. What did you want to do by bringing us here?"

Wan Niang snorted coldly: "Bullshit! You must have been the one who dragged us here!"

"Quiet."

Two voices appeared in the darkness at the same time.

The cultivators from both the Heavenly and Demonic tribes were slightly stunned, and they all turned their heads to look in the direction where the voice came from.

The two women walked slowly from the darkness into the white light.

A woman wearing a black and gold long skirt, with a charming face, gently swinging the long whip in her hand, her imposing aura makes people's knees weak.

The other one had a gentle and generous face, and she was wearing the white uniform of the Celestial Clan, which made her look as elegant as a chrysanthemum.

"Saint?"

"Xiaoyao Tianzun?"

Looking at everyone's dull gazes, Tiezhu, who was weaving the illusion, chuckled.

Fortunately, this is an illusion, and he can help his master create countless clones.

If you are outside, you still have to rely on the clone puppet to create another person.

However, maintaining this environment with so many people made him feel physically drained.

The saint walked in front of the demon monks, and they bowed to her.

The saint flicked the whip and lashed out.

The whip made a sharp sound of breaking through the air, which scared the demon cultivators so much that they closed their eyes, but no one dared to move.

The Saint is angry!

pia!

pia!

The crisp sound of whips echoed in everyone's ears, making them tremble again and again.

But...it doesn't seem to hurt?

When they opened their eyes, they saw the Saint whipping the dead Celestial Clan member with a whip.

"This first whip is to punish you for being impulsive and reckless!"

"This second whip is for you to be deceived and used as a tool for others for nothing!"

"The third whip, I'll hit you..."

The whip cracked, and the body lying on the ground went from being unresponsive to starting to tremble slightly.

The veins on his forehead bulged.

Wan Niang couldn't help but interrupt the Saint: "Saint, did you... make a mistake?"

The saint flicked the whip and said, "I haven't practiced for a long time. I've lost my aim a little."

"It's okay, you'll get used to it after a while."

clap clap clap!

This time the whip was more accurate than before, and every strike landed on the corpse's face.

The demon cultivator who saw this scene took a deep breath.

"Oh my god, it looks painful."

Just as Ye Che on the opposite side was about to step forward to stop them, he was stopped by Xiaoyao.

"do you know him?"

"do not know."

"Is he still alive?"

"……No."

"Is he...really dead?"

Meeting Ren Yi's exceptionally clear and calm eyes, Ye Che calmed down little by little.

At this moment, there was a loud scream and the corpse on the ground came back to life.

I saw him suddenly jump over:

"That's enough! You damn bitch, can you please hit me more accurately?"

When he opened his eyes, he was stunned.

The demon monk was three or four meters away from him, and the woman was standing in front of him.

Damn it, he missed the mark.

"You came here just for me!"

The saint smiled.

"The atmosphere has been set to such a high level, it would be inappropriate if you didn't kill one of them."