The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

“It’s Venerable Huaici!”

Dozens of monks who had been fighting hard gradually stopped and retreated into the air. Many of them were injured. After having some time to rest, they promptly took out the pills in their arms and swallowed them, and adjusted their breathing on the spot.

However, they did not look relaxed at all. They all looked towards the direction of the Demon Realm with worry in their hearts.

The seal is broken, can they still leave this sea...

"Venerable Huai Ci, has the Demon Lord...resurrected?" After two breaths, the cultivator, who noticed that the atmosphere around him had not changed much, asked hesitantly.

"I have set up the Tiandu Nine Thunder Formation, which can delay the time for some time."

She left these words to reassure the monks who were ready to die. She raised her eyes and realized through the fluctuations in space that a domain was unfolding around her. She tore a hole in the air while holding Yu Mian and disappeared into the air.

After she left, the monks present relaxed instantly because the spiritual pressure was too strong.

Not long after, the cultivator who had called Yu Mian "Junior Sister" for half a month realized what was happening and said, "Oh my god, Junior Sister Yu is the Taoist partner of Venerable Huai Ci!?"

"Yes! I realized it only after fighting for more than ten days without any time to communicate!" The monk who was wiping his precious gourd slapped the gourd, as if he had suddenly realized something.

"The last time I attended a wedding, I only saw her from afar. I didn't expect that she would reach the Nascent Soul stage so soon...!"

After he said this, the cultivators who had spent at least fifty years to advance to the Nascent Soul stage and who considered themselves geniuses fell silent.

Cultivation relies heavily on talent and comprehension. If ordinary people are patient and work hard, they will ultimately be stuck at the stage of building the foundation and find it difficult to move forward.

Let alone the God Transformation Stage, a cultivator who can reach the Nascent Soul Stage can already be said to be talented, and if he breaks through to the God Transformation Stage he deserves the title of genius.

There were more than 20 cultivators present, the oldest of whom was over 1,100 years old. At this moment, he was silently wiping his purple gold hammer, as if he didn't hear it.

Being born in the same era as Tianjiao is both a blessing and a misfortune.

The field of martial arts.

Elder Wudu held his Banpotou and fought with the Rakshasa demon general in a fierce battle. The two of them fought and discussed the Dao for more than ten days.

——!

A shock wave was blown away, and Elder Wudu retreated three steps. His toes stepped on the ground without applying any force, leaving behind an inch-deep footprint.

He twisted his five fingers together, with a few strands of black hair floating on his fingertips, and snorted with a hint of contempt, "Witch, nothing more than that!"

As soon as she loosened her fingers, her long hair flew away in the wind.

The Rakshasa demon on the opposite side raised his hand to cover the back of his head and felt a smooth area. The hair on the back of his head had been pulled out completely, making it look like a yin-yang head. Anger rose in his heart.

"Don't pull my hair, old man!"

She had never suffered such a great humiliation before. Her silver teeth were almost broken and her brows were raised.

This righteous monk was really sick. He fought for more than ten days, and every move was aimed at pulling the hair.

"It's just a matter of cutting off a little of your hair. If you dare, let's have a head-on fight!"

"Old Baldy!"

After she finished cursing, her body trembled suddenly. A sixth sense of danger rose from her tailbone, and she immediately dodged to the side.

Wudu, who was originally standing opposite, landed at the place where he was just now without knowing when. Another strand of black hair fell between his fingers, and there was a calmness in his eyes.

It's like the environment filled with water vapor and low pressure before a storm.

The truth is often the easiest to break people's defenses, and excessive sadness can hit them hard.

You cut off my hair and dared to insult me!

Unforgivable!

He walked with open steps, like an old man strolling in a garden, with his hands behind his back.

As soon as Luosha dodged, he saw the old man chasing him again. His footsteps were as fast as lightning, but he didn't get rid of the person following him at all.

It was like a dog-skin plaster, teleporting with her.

The distance is just a few dozen steps.

Little by little, step by step, getting closer.

No way.

Seeing this, she did not hide anymore. She raised her two swords, ready to face him head-on, and leaned forward to gather strength like a cheetah.

Rakshasa Slash!

The blade, carrying a strong demonic aura, moved towards Elder Wudu, so fast that it could not be tracked by the naked eye, and it went straight to his face.

At this moment, the other person's hands were still behind his back.

There was a ferocious rage in Rakshasa's eyes, and he was about to die!

clang!

The blade was easily clamped in a familiar way with a familiar movement. Without a ripple, she used her other hand to cut from bottom to top.

She is wielding two swords. No matter how powerful your Flower-Picking Finger is, you won't be able to split herself.

Shadowless Blade!

Beside him, a strange hand gently grasped the blade. The Rakshasa Demon General's eyes became clear for a moment, and he looked at Sheng Qing who suddenly broke in.

?

!

On the head, Wu Du prepared a punch from top to bottom, bang! With a hammer, Luosha was hammered one foot into the ground of the field, and then he raised his hand and exhaled.

She punched the demon general's stomach a few times, almost making him burst with bile.

Sheng Qing let go of the hand holding the knife and stood aside, watching Wu Du beating a beautiful woman like a ball, turning her into half a pig's head.

"Cut my hair!"

"Call me baldy!"

"I'll show you what a real bald man is!"

Wudu had a furious look on his face and was ruthless in his attack. When his hands got tired, he kicked, looking like a real scoundrel.

She was a stunningly beautiful lady of the Rakshasa generation, known as the Rakshasa woman among the eighteen demon generals. This was the first time in all these years that she had suffered such a great humiliation.

"Kill me if you dare... old bastard..." Her speech was a little unclear, and the scene in front of her was doubled.

"Shut up!" Wudu punched her in the face, leaving her breathless.

Elder Wudu practiced the "Great Crossing Compassion Sutra", which allowed him to directly suppress the opponent's cultivation when encountering an enemy weaker than himself, and reduce the opponent to the level of an ordinary person.

Then use the simplest and most direct punches and kicks to teach the other person a lesson.

This is also the reason why Sheng Qing called him an old madman. When Elder Wu Du beats people, his punches really hit the flesh and the face.

Sheng Qing turned his head away silently. Yu Mian, who was in his arms, was awakened by the noisy noise. He subconsciously tensed up and forced himself to wake up.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Elder Wudu kicking the human sandbag on the ground...

?

As soon as she woke up, Sheng Qing immediately raised his hands to cover his eyes. It’s better not to watch this old madman’s actions. What if he learns bad things?

The fight was not at all pretty.

"Old lunatic, if you don't kill me now, I will do it for you." She interrupted Elder Wudu's actions, her phoenix eyes fell on the Rakshasa demon general who was pretending to be dead, without a trace of warmth.

Wudu finally calmed down a little. He raised his hand and lifted the remaining half of his hair, then with a palm of his Great Compassion Hand, he smashed the Rakshasa demon in front of him into pieces.

With a palm strike, the territory shattered into pieces, and three people appeared in mid-air.

A powerful demonic aura instantly flashed away.

Unfortunately, she was running away right under Sheng Qing's nose, and she was caught by Sheng Qing following her breath and grabbing her by the tail.

"Want to run?"

The voice contained a lazy and comfortable tone, like a black cat that held down the tail of a mouse and then raised one paw to lick the relaxed mouse.