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

The leading black man was dumbfounded. "Who are you? How dare you control me?"

Alan Wangsu swung his sword, and a century-old tree next to him was cut in half.

He still smiled gently, "Those who go back will die."

On him you

The black man's mouth twitched slightly, and he smiled again: "The hero let us out, how can we retreat in the face of difficulties! We should...should..."

The younger brother next to him echoed: "Reach the challenge head on!"

"Yes! That's right! Brothers, we will be free soon, follow me and rush out!"

"rush--!"

"kill--!"

The monks in the cell picked up anything they could use on the roadside. If they had nothing, they would use their magic or spiritual power to strike directly.

These cultivators were originally evil cultivators, and they had no martial ethics when they fought.

The weapons in their hands either pierced their eyes or poked the puppets' assholes.

If you chase them, they will hide; if you don’t chase them, they will beat them up.

The scene fell into chaos for a moment.

With the addition of this group of puppets, the pressure on Chu Yang and his team was suddenly reduced.

But Ecang still followed them like a shadow.

But as long as he dared to get close, Chu Yang and the others would immediately chant a spell.

The three of them dragged their bodies and hid in the winding corridors, fighting guerrilla warfare with E'cang.

E'cang's soul had been shaken to the point of being extremely unstable, while Chu Yang and the others were like moles, popping their heads out, reciting a sentence, and then disappearing.

The next person who comes out can continue the previous sentence.

Ercang had a terrible headache. He wanted to kill them but even his vision became blurred.

The next moment, there was a loud bang, and Meng Hu jumped into the open space in the corridor with his back on.

Ercang and Ren Yi looked into each other's eyes.

Er Cang turned around and turned into a flash of light and fled outside, without any trace of the fierce look he had just shown.

He stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and Ercang turned into a ray of light and suddenly stopped in the air.

The ball of light vibrated, as if it suffered great pain. It flew back and slammed heavily on the ground in front of Meng Hu.

Ren Yi got off Meng Hu's back, flicked his sleeves, and E'cang, who had regained his human form, was once again strangled by Ren Yi.

A faint smile slowly appeared on Ren Yi's lips: "I let you run away last time, and you dare to bump into me this time? Huh?"

Ercang struggled desperately, but he was strangled arbitrarily, and his limbs were controlled by a special force.

Couldn't move at all.

"I know the whereabouts of the Demon King. As long as you let me go..."

Click.

Ren Yi crushed Er Cang's neck with her bare hands, and at the moment when his body collapsed, she whispered:

"seal up!"

A ball of black light flew out from Ercang's chest, and at the same time, Ercang's body fell softly to the ground.

He pinched the black light and smiled coldly:

"I hate threats the most."

"I will find the whereabouts of the Demon King by myself, why should you interfere?"

Just when Ren Yi was about to crush the ball of black light, the Heavenly Curse Totem on his wrist suddenly lit up.

Along with the pain came a feeling of weakness in the entire arm.

Ercang, transformed into a black light, took the opportunity and immediately escaped.

Meng Hu supported Ren Yi nervously, "Little Master, are you okay?"

She shook her head. At that moment, her soul energy suddenly dropped by 2%.

Now it's less than 13%.

Chu Yang and the others all came out, "Your Majesty, you are finally here!"

Wu Ya smiled and said, "We didn't embarrass you, did we?"

His smiling face froze when he met the pale face.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"

He waved his hands, turned his head and coughed violently a few times.

The puppets around them slowly surrounded them. At this moment, the sky became slightly brighter and the night was over.

The puppets screamed sharply and retreated in panic.

He made a random gesture of magic and covered them with a barrier.

Inside, people outside cannot see or sense their existence.

Mingzhu's voice suddenly came from the air.

[Ren Yi, I know it's you! I've been waiting for you! ]

[The high priest Gu Bi and his apprentice are in my hands now. You must bring Er Cang and the bodies of the high priest's son to the cliff to find me before evening tonight.]

[If you come one minute later, I will chop off one of their hands. If you come two minutes later, I will chop off both of their legs! ]

【This Palace Master keeps his word! 】

Bai Tian Mingzhu couldn't use the puppet to search for any random figure, and she couldn't leave the side of the strange bird that was about to mature.

She could only threaten Ren Yi with the lives of She Xiao and the high priest.

Meng Hu was still angry: "It is a foregone conclusion that the High Priest and She Xiao betrayed the Demon King and Youhuang Palace. It is not a pity that they will die!"

Wu Ya and Chu Yang both looked in pain, and their chests felt as if they were blocked by rags, making them feel stuffy and uncomfortable.

Ren Yi narrowed his eyes and said, "The soul of the bird-bodied bull-headed monster is sealed in Gu Bi's body. We can't let him die like this."

She has little spiritual energy left and cannot waste it.

Alan still has to stay in the magic circle of the black prison, but outside Wanren Mountain, Prince Wei and Shu Yuan are still waiting.

She turned her wrist, pinched a communication talisman, quickly wrote a sentence, and raised her hand to send it out.

We can only let Uncle Wei come over.