My ancestors were spiritual plant growers, so it's not surprising that I hunt demons every day,

Cui Ying stared intently and saw a cave entrance, only seven feet high, appearing on the mountain wall ten zhang away.

The outer layer was covered by layers of withered branches and fallen leaves, and faint fluorescent light flowed in the depths of the cave. This must be the nest of the four-winged butterfly demon.

"I, Zhao, learned a concealment technique from my master in my early years. I once followed that butterfly demon and know the way. I would be grateful if you could accompany me. If necessary, I would also appreciate your help in protecting me!"

Zhao Wang cupped his hands in greeting to Cui Ying, and without waiting for her response, he took out a long, thin wooden spike from his storage bag, gritted his teeth, and slipped inside.

Cui Ying raised an eyebrow and followed closely behind into the cave.

The interior was quite strange; although it was called a cave, it wasn't made of rock. Cui Ying looked closely and saw that it was an uneven layer of soil mixed with countless withered branches and fallen leaves.

The soil layer wasn't thick, but the interior space was extremely vast. Countless fist-sized holes had been carved into the ceiling, through which bright moonlight streamed down.

The two walked lighter and lighter, but in their place came a buzzing sound in the air. Cui Ying knew that it was the sound of wings fluttering.

Judging from the frequency of the vibrations, there was clearly more than one butterfly demon deep inside the cave.

Cui Ying subconsciously scrutinized Zhao Wang, who was cautiously standing in front of her, her eyes somewhat sharp.

But her eyes flickered, and she didn't immediately ask.

Just then, the two turned a corner around a twisted wall and finally arrived at the deepest part of the cave.

Following the sound, she indeed saw two four-winged demon butterflies, each the size of a calf, with a pair of antennae like steel whips on their heads, blood-red eyes, thick limbs, and two pairs of huge, yellowish-brown, serrated wings on their backs.

"How come there are two four-winged butterfly fairies!?"

Zhao Wang, standing nearby, was startled, but he quickly recovered and, suppressing his fear, explained to Cui Ying telepathically:

"Please forgive me, senior. I, Zhao, truly had no idea there was a female demon butterfly here."

Cui Ying's eyes flickered, but she remained silent. She then saw Zhao Wang scrutinize the pair of four-winged butterfly demons again, focusing specifically on the smaller one. He gritted his teeth and suggested:

"Senior, leave that female butterfly at the seventh level of Qi Refining to me, Zhao."

"it is good."

Cui Ying could tell that Zhao Wang was genuinely unaware of the situation, and she had no intention of dwelling on the matter, so she immediately nodded in agreement.

Zhao Wang breathed a sigh of relief and immediately held the wooden spike-shaped magic weapon horizontally in front of him, but before he could raise his hand to launch an attack, the two butterfly demons opposite him had already discovered their presence.

The female butterfly flapped its wings and charged towards Zhao Wang with a gust of wind.

At the same time, it opened its mouth full of sharp spikes, ready to bite him hard.

Zhao Wang was shocked and could only hastily urge the wooden spikes to transform into clusters of black light to protect himself, clearly wanting to first block the extremely ferocious female demon butterfly.

The female demon butterfly flapped its wings and circled around Zhao Wang. Its huge body was incredibly agile. When it crashed into him, the black light from the wooden spikes that Zhao Wang released immediately began to flicker.

In his shock, Zhao Wang frantically channeled his inner power, his ten fingers repeatedly pointing into the void before him, causing the black light emitted by the wooden spikes to expand several times over, finally blocking the attack of the female demon butterfly.

Just as Zhao Wang was locked in a stalemate with the female demon butterfly, his brow furrowed in worry, a sudden, deafening roar erupted from the side, the force of which caused the nearby earthen walls to shake violently.

Zhao Wang was astonished and couldn't help but look to the side out of curiosity.

Suddenly, Cui Ying appeared beside him, wielding a three-foot-long silver light sword, and was clashing head-on with the male demon butterfly.

Both of them were thrown back seven or eight feet, but Cui Ying, after regaining her footing, simply shook her sleeves and swung her long sword, her face showing no signs of injury.

The male demon butterfly flapped its wings repeatedly before floating back into the air, its scarlet pupils filled with surprise as it looked at Cui Ying.

If we wait until he breaks through to the Foundation Establishment stage and refines the transverse bone in his mouth, we will surely be amazed by Cui Ying's formidable power.

However, at this moment, Cui Ying's figure blurred and transformed into three or four identical figures, all of which flashed and charged towards the butterfly demon.

Although the male demon butterfly was shocked by Cui Ying's strength, it showed no fear in the face of this situation. Its wings on its back fluttered slightly in the void, immediately shaking off countless grayish-brown scales, and then it was swept forward by a gust of wind.

"puff"

After the grayish-brown scales swept past with overwhelming force, most of the phantom images vanished in a flash.

One of the figures, a blurry blue-green figure, rose up like a flower petal and easily crossed the layer of phosphorescent dust. With a flick of her silver sword, a sword beam over ten feet long slashed forward like lightning.

The male butterfly demon's eyes flashed, and its wings flapped in the void once more. Its pair of thick forelimbs on its chest blocked the huge silver sword light. Then, its other pair of forelimbs slashed and stabbed fiercely, shattering the silver sword light.

But in that brief moment of delay, Cui Ying twisted her waist and, as if weightless, lightly moved to a spot a zhang away from the male demon butterfly.

With a flick of her wrist, three gleaming blue ice blades, carrying bursts of chilling energy, shot through the air. At the same time, the Yao Guang sword in her other hand danced incessantly, unleashing a continuous barrage of sword energy.

At the same time, a flash of silver light appeared in the earthen wall not far from the male butterfly's back, and the golden scorpion leaped out from it, its two front pincers aimed straight at the butterfly's wings, while its tail hook flicked, transforming into more than a dozen golden threads that shot out in quick succession.

Cui Ying and Jin Xie's teamwork can be described as flawless; to this day, no human or demon has been able to avoid their sharp edge.

However, faced with this pincer attack, the male demon butterfly let out a sharp screech, and its wings on its back suddenly grew several times larger, emitting a layer of crystalline light.

The male butterfly simply flapped its wings suddenly, and immediately, circles of gray ripples spread out from them.

An incredible scene unfolded: wherever the gray ripples passed, all attacks, whether sword light or ice blades, came to a standstill and shattered into pieces.

After letting out a miserable scream, the golden scorpion was forcefully bounced several feet away by a gray ripple.

Cui Ying was quite surprised to see this, and with a sway of her body, she shot back at an astonishing speed. But the male demon butterfly let out a piercing scream and then flapped its wings forward.

The next moment, Cui Ying felt the air around her tighten, and strands of invisible force instantly wrapped around her, causing her to pause in her retreat.

Then, a fierce glint flashed in the male demon butterfly's red eyes. Suddenly, it charged forward, and its pair of forelimbs on its chest suddenly stretched out and grew several times larger in an instant, while heading straight for Cui Ying's head.