I asked you to go down the mountain and get married, not to shock the world!

The white crane and the black bat wings collided violently in mid-air, and the fairy light and demonic energy hit each other like waves!

Every collision stirred up spiritual waves in the sky, shattering the surrounding charred stones!

Mu Yaoyao stood on the crane's head, her white clothes rustling in the strong wind, beads of sweat oozing from her forehead, and the hand holding the long sword trembled slightly due to the excessive overdraft of spiritual power.

Seeing her perseverance, people around her couldn't help but admire her.

"This Saintess of the Bu Tian Holy Sect is much more powerful than the Saint Son of the Qingcheng Yu Fa Sect."

"He can actually compete with the Demon Cult Lord who is at the Spiritual Transformation Realm!"

"Haha, the Holy Son of the Qingcheng Yufa Sect was destroyed by the son of the human race in just a short period of time."

Thinking of this, everyone's faces showed a bit of disdain.

Ye Chuhan silently looked at Sect Master Ye next to him.

Gee...

I wonder how these people would react if they knew that the human son they despised is none other than Cang Ziang today?

Sect Leader Ye gave him a look, warning him not to get involved.

Ye Chuhan could only shut his mouth again.

Mu Yaoyao at this moment was completely different from the relaxed look below.

She was extremely nervous.

She knew very well that the gap between herself and the bronze-masked man was as huge as a chasm.

The other party was a demon cultivator in the Spirit Transformation Realm, who had already touched the edge of the laws of heaven and earth, while she was only in the late Core Formation Realm.

Even though the Immortal Crane Magic of the Bu Tian Holy Sect is good at purifying evil spirits, and even though the disciples behind her try their best to help her, it is ultimately like an ant trying to shake a tree.

"puff--"

The bat flapped its wings suddenly, and a powerful demonic energy came like a huge black wave. The crane phantom let out a wail, and the white light around it dimmed instantly!

Mu Yaoyao's heart trembled violently, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, staining the long sword in front of her red. Even the disciples behind her were shocked and retreated repeatedly, and many of them had blood at the corners of their mouths!

"Saintess!" A disciple exclaimed and wanted to step forward to help, but was stopped by Mu Yaoyao with a wave of her hand.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her eyes still as sharp as a sword: "Hold your ground!"

The bronze-masked man hovered at the entrance of the cave, his pupil-less black eyes staring coldly at Mu Yaoyao, his voice tinged with teasing.

"The little saint of the Bu Tian Holy Cult? She's more interesting than the rumors say. What a pity! How dare a mere ant in the Jindan stage dare to shout in front of me?"

He raised his hand and pointed, and a condensed demonic energy transformed into a long whip, lashing towards Mu Yaoyao with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

That sense of cruelty is so frightening! !

Mu Yaoyao swung her sword to block, but was knocked back by the huge force of the whip, hitting the rock wall hard and spurting out another mouthful of blood.

"Saint!"

The disciples were thrown into chaos upon seeing this, and the Crane Feather Sword Formation was instantly broken.

Suo Fei seized the opportunity, and with his scimitar wrapped in demonic energy, he chopped down two disciples, grinning grimly, "Old sisters, just surrender obediently and let our Lord absorb your spirits. This will be considered a good deed!"

"Don't try to succeed!"

Mu Yaoyao struggled to get up and pinched her fingers again, trying to condense the crane feathers, but she found that her spiritual power was like a candle in the wind, and even her movement became sluggish.

She watched her fellow disciples fall one by one, and saw the white crane feathers being stained black and torn apart by the evil energy, and her heart felt as if it was being cut by a knife.

They obviously tried so hard.

The Immortal Crane Magic of the Bu Tian Holy Sect has been passed down for thousands of years and is known for its purification and defense. No one has ever been able to use it so fiercely!

But facing the demon cultivator in the Spirit Transformation Realm, all skills seem so pale.

"Little Saint, why bother?"

The bronze-masked man slowly approached, his bat wings casting a huge shadow behind him. "If you are willing to submit to me and hand over the secret techniques of the Bu Tian Holy Sect, I can spare the lives of your sisters. How about it?"

His voice carried a strange allure, and demonic energy followed the sound into Mu Yaoyao's sea of ​​consciousness, trying to shake her will.

Mu Yaoyao bit her tongue hard, the pain sobering her up a bit. She shouted angrily, "You are spreading rumors to confuse the people! I am a disciple of the Butian Holy Sect and would rather die than surrender!"

"Really?"

The bronze-masked man chuckled and suddenly reached out to grab a female cultivator who had fallen to the ground. The demonic energy instantly enveloped the female cultivator.

The female cultivator let out a shrill scream, and her body shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye. He caught a wisp of white soul in his hand, and with a gentle squeeze, it turned into pure spiritual power and merged into her body.

"Do not--!"

Mu Yaoyao's eyes were bloodshot, but she could only watch her fellow disciples being killed.

"Tsk tsk, this tastes much better than those rough guys."

The bronze-masked man smacked his lips and turned his dark eyes to Mu Yaoyao, revealing undisguised greed.

"Especially your Saint's soul, which contains pure crane spiritual power. If I absorb it, it will definitely help me make further progress."

He stretched out his bony hand and grabbed Mu Yaoyao. The demonic energy lingering on his fingertips had an icy corrosive force that almost froze her skin.

Mu Yaoyao closed her eyes, her heart filled with despair.

Are they really going to be wiped out here today?

For some reason, at this moment, Mingchuan's figure flashed in her mind.

If it were that guy, he would definitely be able to kill the Demon Cult leader by surpassing his level!

create a miracle!

Mingchuan...

A complicated light flashed in Mu Yaoyao's eyes.

She always thought that guy was ridiculously lucky, and even couldn't stand his casual look, but at this moment, why couldn't she control her thoughts?

What would happen if he were here?

He never seemed to be afraid of the gap in realm. He could always find the enemy's weaknesses and always find a way out of desperate situations.

"What a pity... you're not here..." Mu Yaoyao murmured to herself, her voice as soft as a sigh.

The bronze-masked man's hand was already very close, and the cold demonic energy was almost touching her eyebrows.

Mu Yaoyao could feel her soul being pulled away, the shadow of death looming...

……

the other side.

Mingchuan, who originally planned to go deeper with many disciples, suddenly felt something was wrong.

He suddenly turned his head to look at the place behind where the Demon Sect and other sect members were fighting, and a sense of uneasiness suddenly arose in his heart.

"Elder Jin, why don't we go back and help?"

Jin Man raised an eyebrow: "What? Didn't you say before that you didn't need to go?"

Mingchuan frowned, feeling the demonic cult's aura growing stronger. "I feel like if we don't help, the demonic cult will only get stronger..."

"Perhaps they will devour other sects and then use it to devour our sect!"

Everyone was stunned when they heard what he said.

Everyone looked bad.

It seems so.

They could now feel that the powerful aura was growing stronger.

Seeing that no one was talking, Mingchuan spoke again: "Let's go, don't delay any longer!"

He now felt that Mu Yaoyao seemed to be dying!