Becoming a succubus tentacle monster in the world of cultivation

After the three of them put on the talismans, they walked forward carefully. Geng Xing felt the evil spirit becoming increasingly strong and thought that a battle was inevitable.

If the demons they were about to face were geniuses of the same level as the Holy Son of the Holy Land, Geng Xing could not guarantee that he could discover them in advance. However, fortunately, the Immortal Divine Fire could also repair injuries to the soul, so Geng Xing felt quite confident.

"Wow, a few little mice actually found their way here. Interesting."

The three of them became alert instantly when they heard the disdainful tone. Geng Xing was the first to discover the source of the voice. He rushed forward and swung his knife. The man immediately dodged backwards. Geng Xing's heart sank. The man who could dodge his knife must be a Saint Son-level figure.

"Do it!" Geng Xing said in a deep voice.

Saint Yuheng and Qingqing rushed over immediately.

At this time, the man also spoke: "You guys play with these three little mice first."

Suddenly, a group of black shadows rushed out from the saint girl. Geng Xing saw that all the black shadows were at the fourth or fifth level of the Nascent Soul. Although there were many of them, their aura was that of an ordinary Nascent Soul, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

What Geng Xing was more concerned about was that before this group of Nascent Souls rushed out, he clearly only sensed the breath of that one person.

Before he had time to think, a group of Nascent Souls rushed up, and the man retreated. Looking at the way he was making hand gestures, it was obvious that he wanted to make a big move.

Qingqing and Saint Yuheng also noticed it and sped up the speed of clearing the black shadows.

The number of black shadows was decreasing rapidly, but what surprised Geng Xing was that the surrounding ground and walls could withstand the attacks of the Nascent Soul without breaking.

Before long, all the black shadows were cleared away, and the three of them attacked the man who was making hand gestures in the distance at the same time, but the man showed no intention of stopping.

Just before the attack landed on that man, another man appeared in front of him and said mockingly, "Motian, is that all you have?"

The man called Mo Tian was not angry at all: "Xuan Ming, help me stop them. We will divide the Ruoshui equally."

Geng Xing didn't want to waste time. He wasn't sure if there was a third person already refining the Weak Water. Bright red Immortal Fire and pitch-black Immortal-Slaying Divine Thunder erupted from his body, directly knocking the two back.

"Try my thunder and fire sword!" Geng Xing stepped forward instantly, and the divine thunder and fire covered his sword as he slashed towards Mo Tian who was still making hand gestures.

Another person immediately stepped forward and punched the side of the knife, deflecting Geng Xing's attack.

"Motian, these guys are not simple. I can't hold them off for long. Hurry up!"

"Easy to say!"

Geng Xing was a little displeased when he saw Xuan Ming approaching: "Then I'll deal with you first!"

Then he sent a message to Qingqing and Yuheng Saintess who wanted to rush over to help him: "Go and interrupt Mo Tian's spell!"

Upon hearing this, the two men rushed towards Motian behind Xuanming. Xuanming stepped forward to stop them, but Geng Xing's Thunder and Fire Sword chopped down instantly, and Xuanming had to fight hard to resist.

But now Geng Xing has the blessing of the Zhuxian Divine Thunder, and has long been reborn. The spiritual shield condensed by Xuanming did not stop Geng Xing at all. He was hit directly by a knife, almost cutting him in two. The Immortal Divine Fire and Zhuxian Divine Thunder continued to explode at the wound.

Xuan Ming's disappointing performance made Mo Tianqi, who was practicing hand gestures beside him, curse loudly: "Xuan Ming, you rubbish, can't you block a single blow!?"

The green wind blade and the long sword of Saint Yuheng were already rushing towards him.

"Damn, I underestimated you!!" Xuan Ming was broken by Mo Tian's scolding. He burst out with spiritual power and punched to smash the attacks of Qingqing and Yuheng Saint.

However, his spiritual power burst did not affect Geng Xing at all. Geng Xing swung the Thunder and Fire Sword again, this time directly at his head. If this blow hit him hard, Xuan Ming would probably die instantly.

At this moment, Xuanming suddenly turned into a ball of black mud, instantly filling the entire cave and enveloping Motian who was making hand gestures.

Geng Xing unleashed divine fire to quickly dry up the black mud in the cave, and Zhuxian Divine Thunder also rushed out along with the explosion of divine fire. Thunder and fire intertwined, and explosions occurred continuously.

Xuan Ming realized that this move couldn't stop Geng Xing for long, so he yelled at Mo Tian, ​​"Are you still not well?"

At this time, Mo Tian, ​​who was wrapped in black mud, shouted: "Alright!"

A strong divine thought rushed straight towards Geng Xing. Mo Tian saw that Geng Xing was the only one present whose strength far surpassed everyone else. As long as Geng Xing was dealt with, the remaining two would be easy to deal with.

Geng Xing was instantly struck by the divine thought, his mind dazed. He felt that the attack method of this divine thought was somewhat familiar. He asked Mo Tian shakily, "Are you a disciple of one of the Six Desire Demon Lords?"

"The Six Desire Demon Lords? They are just a few bastards with a trace of holy blood flowing in their bodies. Are they worthy?" Mo Tian spoke weakly.

Geng Xing looked at Qingqing who was rushing towards him with a worried look on her face. Before he could say anything, his consciousness was pulled into the illusion.

This familiar feeling made Geng Xing think that he would be surrounded by a group of men again.

But this time he found that his consciousness was attached to a newborn baby, as if he had been reincarnated.

Geng Xing knew that this was an illusion, but she was unable to use her spiritual power. She could only grow up as a little girl. Everyone around her loved her very much.

But on his eighth birthday, a fire broke out in his home, and shouts of killing echoed throughout his house.

Eight-year-old Geng Xing was hidden in a secret room by his loving mother, along with three other children.

Geng Xing's emotions were constantly being agitated by the illusion. He listened to the shouts and screams outside in horror, his eyes full of hatred. He must take revenge, and he needed strength.

At this time, the cellar door was opened, and what came into view was a middle-aged man covered in blood, with evil intent in his eyes.

The man turned around and shouted, "Boss! There are four more little kids down there! Two of them are girls. Aren't they your favorite?"

Evil laughter immediately came from all directions.

"Get out of the way, I'm coming!" A man pushed through the crowd and jumped into the cellar. He killed Geng Xing's two cousins ​​and grabbed Geng Xing's cousin.

Looking at my cousin who always had a sweet smile on her face and always called me sister, I saw her crying in despair, constantly shouting, "Sister, save me."

Geng Xing could do nothing, but at this moment, time stood still. A figure radiating immortal energy looked at Geng Xing, who had descended from the sky and was looking at Geng Xing in the cellar with eyes full of hatred, and spoke with a compassionate expression:

"Girl, if you had power, you could protect your family and keep them alive. Unfortunately, you don't have it. If you had power, you could avenge your family and kill all these scum, but all you have is weakness."

Geng Xing said angrily: "If I get the chance, I will kill them all!"

The old man said, "Now you have the chance. Tell me, do you desire power?"

The very out-of-place line made Geng Xing sober up instantly, and he subconsciously replied: "No, I long for Xue Zi!"

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