Xianzun becomes a showman as soon as he loses his memory

"Are you wounded?"

Qiu Chenzhi hesitated for a moment, and instead of pushing the head off his shoulder immediately, he asked tentatively.

The main thing is that the long hair of the person in front of him is too black and shiny, after all, he couldn't help being a little... obsessed.

Don't overdo it!

Ming Jiuyuan let out a breath slowly, without any intention of getting up from his shoulders, but said in a low voice: "Didn't you notice that my complexion is pale and bloodless?"

"Oh." He replied with a blank face, expressionless: "I thought you were just an ordinary little boy."

Little boy Ming Jiuyuan: "..."

Qiu Chenzhi looked at him suspiciously: "So this skin color is caused by excessive blood loss?"

In fact, the Mingzu who was born with a small pale face coughed lightly, and changed the subject awkwardly: "That black cat...although it is raised by me, but he also likes you very much, and misses you very much after leaving you..."

really miss you.

"I have no malice towards you, are you sure you don't want to follow me to see him?" he said.

Qiu Chenzhi finally responded. With a movement of his body, he nimbly slid out of the arms of the person in front of him, and stepped back step by step. In the blink of an eye, the distance between the two was already three steps away.

The temperature under his arms suddenly dissipated, and Ming Jiuyuan couldn't help being taken aback, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the clear eyes of the person in front of him like a cold spring.

Qiu Chenzhi said thoughtfully, "You know me."

It is not an interrogative sentence, but an affirmative statement.

This person must have known himself before...or his own body, that's why he became so familiar the moment he met.

After all, a normal person would not seek comfort from a stranger after being injured.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help frowning even deeper, and slowly lowered his gaze to his pair of white palms.

He has been in this world for so long, and he still doesn't know what the identity of his body is.

And why the appearance reflected by this body in the mirror is almost the same as his appearance in his previous life, except for his detached and indifferent temperament.

Perhaps, the person in front of him can give himself an answer.

He suddenly raised his eyes, his frost-like eyes fixed on Ming Jiuyuan, and his voice that had been calm and calm finally showed some emotional ups and downs.

"You must know me!"

Faced with such a question suddenly, Ming Jiuyuan's dark eyes couldn't help trembling.

He moved the corners of his lips, and said hesitantly, "I..."

"what's this?"

Outside the boundless wall of fire, a disciple of Tai Xu suddenly shouted angrily.

Qiu Chenzhi suddenly heard such a sound, his face was shocked, he turned around and jumped out of the fire wall in an instant, and he didn't even hear the remaining words of the people behind him.

The silently burning Mingyan seemed to understand human nature. When he came, he took the initiative to retreat, and instantly opened a neat path for him, and then closed it immediately after he left.

With the words that he had no chance to say in his mouth, Ming Jiuyuan watched Qiu Chenzhi's back disappear into the flames, he couldn't help clenching his fists hard, and his face turned cold.

He also felt...a group of dirty and disgusting little bugs were invading the little illusion mirror at this moment, intending to kill them wantonly here.

A group of monsters as humble as ants dare to indulge in the hard work of the two of them!

He waved his hand violently, and the boundless black flames instantly dissipated without a trace, leaving only a piece of soil turned into ashes.

The dark flame that had been burning in front of him suddenly faded away, and Qiu Chenzhi just saw clearly that a huge wolf demon was howling for a long time, confronting the crowd who stayed outside.

The wolf monster lay on the ground for more than ten feet, its bluish-gray fur stood upright like a steel brush, its lantern-sized eyes shone with golden light, and its drooling mouth opened and closed, revealing its full mouth. Sharp teeth.

On the waist of the wolf demon, there is also a large green phosphorus python coiled around the thickness of a bucket. The body of the python is as rough as old bark peeled off. One eye is already blind and dripping with blood, while the other eye is dead. Staring at the crowd, he was faintly spit out snake letters.

Looking at the blind eyes of the boa constrictor, Qiu Chen knew that these two monsters did not get cheap from everyone, but were injured by others.

On the other hand, Taixu Sect, although they were taken aback when they were suddenly attacked, no one was injured. The leader, Bai Ziyu, even had a little blood on his sword blade. Obviously, he stabbed the big python's eyes blind. of.

The two parties were confronting each other at this time, when Qiu Chenzhi broke in suddenly, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Seeing him coming out of the black flames with no injuries, the Taixu Sect naturally cheered, but the wolf demon and snake demon obviously regarded him as a threat, and started to bark their teeth at him.

But he looked the two monsters up and down, and couldn't help frowning and thinking.

The two monsters in front of him seemed a little different from the monsters he had encountered in the little fantasy mirror.

The previous monsters were all based on animated characters, with a ferocious aura, irrational, and only the instinct of killing and predating.

But the two monsters in front of them, except for their size, are just like ordinary wolves and snakes. Although their expressions are equally fierce, there is clear reason in their eyes, and they are obviously quite intelligent. They even recognized themselves at a glance. is their greatest threat.

Where did these two monsters come from?

Qiu Chenzhi was still in deep thought, but the two monsters on the opposite side could no longer hold their breath. They exchanged a look with each other, and suddenly attacked at the same time, and attacked the two parties respectively.

But in the blink of an eye, the huge gray wolf had already pounced in front of the disciples, and the sharp tip of a fat wolf claw went straight to grab Bai Ziyu who was in charge.

Just as Bai Ziyu raised the saber in his hand, Chu Yun, who had been standing with Taixumen, jumped up, and the mace in his hand roared out, blocking the attack of the wolf demon.

At the same time, the bucket-thick snake demon was already cruising in front of Qiu Chen, and suddenly opened its mouth, two streams of stinky venom sprayed out from between the fangs, and splashed straight towards his cheeks.

Qiu Chenzhi sideways avoided the two venom, and then drew his sword out of its sheath, a clear sword light flashed, the snake monster spit out the snake letter with its big mouth, and before it could react, an ugly head rolled away It landed on the ground and spun around.

The snake demon still didn't understand what happened, and the head rolled on the ground even continued to open its mouth, still trying to spit out the venom.

Qiu Chenzhi kicked Youzi's struggling snake head aside with his toe, and walked towards Taixu's disciple.

At this time, seeing his companion died, the wolf demon was startled, panicked for a moment, almost turned around and wanted to run away.

But taking advantage of the moment it panicked, Bai Ziyu raised his sword and slashed up again, chopping off half of its sharp teeth, and the wolf demon howled in pain.

Immediately afterwards, Chu Yun's long mace, with the power of wind and thunder, fell heavily on top of its head, breaking the wolf monster's tendons and bones, and collapsed to the ground. Hit hard.

Seeing that he was about to die, the wolf demon moved his mouth, and uttered human words, wailing: "Wait..."

It didn't have a chance to say the rest of the words, Chu Yun's long mace suddenly fell, hit it hard on the skull, smashed all of its skulls, and let his soul return to the earth.

Qiu Chenzhi stopped, and looked at the gray wolf who was begging for mercy in surprise.

The monster in the little illusion mirror never speaks.

Chu Yun fell from mid-air, wiped his bloody mace, looked at the gray wolf corpse on the ground, and confirmed Qiu Chenzhi's thoughts.

"These two are not native creatures of the illusion, but demon cultivators who have turned into their original forms."

He kicked the tip of the wolf demon's nose and said with an ugly face.

The young disciples of the Taixu Sect on the side heard the words, all of them were shocked, and couldn't help but retort: ​​"How is it possible, why did the demon cultivator appear in the little illusion mirror?"

The monks have always been xenophobic. After opening the entrance of the small illusion mirror, they have always only allowed human beings who are also cultivators to enter. Even demon cultivators who are human races are excluded by them, let alone demon cultivators who are alien races.

All along, the shadow of demon cultivators has not been seen in Xiao Huanjing's experience. In recent years, the power of demon cultivators in the mortal world has also been declining day by day, almost to the point of disappearing, and they dare not compete with human monks.

As for the disciples of the sects guarding the entrance of the illusion, although they are powerful and powerful, everyone has the Feixin Jue in their hands. Once they find any disturbance, those disciples will send a message to the elders of the various sects in the sect.

But now they met two demon cultivators without any notice, unless...

Thinking of a certain possibility, all the disciples couldn't help but change their faces.

The still young Bai Ziyu took a breath, not knowing what to do, he turned his head to look at Qiu Chenzhi, ready to discuss with his elders.

But as soon as he turned his head to look, he saw a pale hand suddenly appearing on the elder's shoulder, and then, the man in black who had ignited the sky-high fireworks appeared silently behind their elder.

Bai Ziyu's eyes suddenly widened.

On the other side, Qiu Chenzhi had already noticed the icy breath behind him, and glanced back from the corner of his eyes, he saw a strand of jet-black hair hanging down his shoulder.

Ming Jiuyuan clung to his ear, frowned slightly, and said softly: "It's not just these two, I already feel... There are still a large number of demon cultivators who are gathering and rounding up other human cultivators."

"Would you like to go and see?"

Qiu Chenzhi thought of the rest of the scattered disciples of the Taixu Sect, and couldn't help tilting his head slightly outwards, his eyes sank, he thought for a long time, and nodded slightly.

The two figures floated into the air in an instant, and then disappeared without a trace like shooting stars across the sky.

Only a faint sentence was left.

"It's safe in the depths of the little magic mirror, gather together and don't run around..."

The voice gradually dissipated, leaving only Bai Ziyu and a group of disciples chasing two steps blankly on the ground, looking at each other.

Happy birthday, their parents were kidnapped and run away by a little white face with black hair——

A group of abandoned puppies barked angrily.

……

No one knows what's going on in the depths of the little mirror, but just outside the illusion, a group of people are in trouble.

Mo Han guarded the few Taixu disciples behind him, his eyes were cold, and the Floating Cloud Sword in his hand gleamed with scars.

Two fat monsters were rushing towards him one after the other.

These two monsters are bear-like but not quite bear-like, one has short brown-red hair all over the body, the other has ginger-yellow hair, with a white crescent moon on the chest, thick lips, blue-faced fangs, and unusually fast movements.

If in normal times, Mo Han was in the Nascent Soul stage, even if he faced these two rough-skinned and thick-skinned monsters alone, he would not take them seriously.

But at this time, there are still a few young juniors and juniors behind him.

If he stepped back at this time, then these two monsters would directly attack the little disciple behind him.

Thinking of this, Mo Han's eyes turned cold, and he looked at the two monsters that were rushing towards him separately. With a flicker of sword light in his hand, he swiped towards the fat ginger bear in an instant, and cut off a fat bear's paw in the blink of an eye.

The fat yellow bear screamed in pain, and the wailing continued.

Hearing the miserable howl of its companion, the brown-red monster couldn't help slowing down and pounced on the disciples, looking back.

Taking advantage of its turning back, Mo Han moved his body and rushed forward, and the Fuyun sword pierced the brown bear's throat fiercely.

The brown monster was suffering from pain, and with a sword stuck in its neck, it was still panting. It stood up and swung its bear paw at the cultivator in front of it.

But Mo Han's expression was normal, without any panic, the blade stuck in his throat turned, and even slashed across half of the monster's neck.

The half-stretched neck was cut open, and the brown-red monster's head could no longer support it, and it drooped strangely on its chest, and its huge and clumsy body fell to the ground in an instant.

One monster was killed, leaving only the stupid ginger-yellow fat bear dragging a wounded claw, still roaring loudly, trying to intimidate everyone.

It was easy to deal with only one monster left. Mo Han just cut off half of the monster's head casually with his sword.

The trembling little disciples behind him, seeing how brave their elder brother was and winning a complete victory, immediately cheered, took out tools to surround the monster, and prepared to divide the useful parts of the monster.

Holding his sword, Mo Han leaned in front of a forest not far away, looking at his few juniors and juniors, there was a bit of worry in his usually indifferent eyes.

After being lost at the entrance of the small illusion mirror, he searched around for a long time before he found a few fellow disciples who were also alone.

He still didn't find his elders and juniors, nor did he find most of his fellow disciples, and he didn't know what was going on with them.

While he was worrying, he heard a sudden cry from afar.

"Stop it quickly, don't let these two escape—"

Along with this sound came the sound of chaotic footsteps and the sound of trees being crushed.

Suddenly hearing the voice of an outsider, Mo Han instantly became alert, immediately recalled the rest of his disciples, drew his sword out of its sheath again, and faced the direction of the voice.

It is not a good thing to meet other sects in the little magic mirror, and you must always be on guard against other monks who will attack you because of conflicts of interest.

"Boom" with a loud noise.

The tall trees in front of them were knocked down in an instant, and a duck-like monster crushed these trees, and fled over in a hurry, with white feathers flying all over the sky.

The size of this duck was taller than any monster they had seen before. It was more than three feet tall, and it was almost the same as the big tree beside it. , the sound was extremely harsh and unpleasant.

For some reason, the upper body of this white-feathered duck monster is ridiculously covered with a blue coat, but the lower body is not covered up, with a fat duck buttocks raised high.

But no matter how funny this monster looks, its huge size alone is enough to make anyone intimidated and dare not get too close.

Mo Han protected the younger brothers and sisters behind him, and retreated again and again, but the monster in front of them seemed to be being chased by someone, turning a blind eye to them and the group, and just fled to the side.

There were a few more shouts, and a dozen or so monks in Blue Mountain Confucian uniforms appeared, chasing after the monster, flicking the pen and ink in their hands, the splashed ink turned into a black line, firmly encircling the monster's body Long duck neck.

It turned out that it was the disciples of Wanshufang who were chasing this huge monster!

Seeing that Wanshufang was crowded and menacing, Mo Han turned his head to look at the lonely little disciples behind him. He didn't want to conflict with so many people, so he left those two disciples before others found them. The fur monster's body went straight into hiding.

On the other side, the disciples of Wanshufang circled the duck monster with pen and ink, and felt that they were sure of winning, so they couldn't help but feel complacent, distractedly looked elsewhere, and happened to find the fur monster left behind by Mo Han and his party.

"Hey! We are lucky to capture this big guy and pick up these two small things by the way."

The leading disciple of Wanshufang smiled when he saw these two fur monsters picked up for nothing, and he wanted to order other juniors to skin and bone these two monsters and keep them in their pockets.

But when he was so distracted, the Duck Monster, who was already immobile, suddenly struggled, and shook off the ink line on the neck alive, and ran forward again lifelessly.

The disciples of Wanshufang were shocked, and immediately ignored the two bear monsters on the ground, and continued to chase after the escaped monster.

Cooked duck can't make it fly, can it?

Unexpectedly, when the duck monster was fleeing forward desperately, it suddenly bumped into another huge monster head-on, and was knocked to the ground immediately.

The monster on the opposite side was almost the same size as it, it turned out to be a mouse with huge ears, a black body, and only a patch of white hair on its face.

That mouse-like monster, compared to its round ears, has very slender limbs, walks upright, with white front paws and sharp claw tips, with nothing on its upper body, but half of its lower body is covered with bright red clothes The duck was even more comical.

The two monsters collided so unexpectedly that they both fell to the ground in an instant, unable to get up for a while.

Seeing such a golden opportunity, the Wanshufang disciple didn't hesitate anymore, and immediately flew forward, using the ink thread to wrap the duck monster's neck again.

After subduing the duck monster, everyone involuntarily turned their gazes to the mouse beside them, with the same sense of surprise flashing in their eyes.

An extremely huge monster could provide them with a lot of flesh and bones full of aura, but unexpectedly, this rat monster bumped into their hands on its own initiative.

The leading disciple of Wanshufang, named Yan Qing, is the eldest brother among the disciples. At this time, he is happily offering his pen and ink, and wants to subdue this rat monster together.

Unexpectedly, a magic subduing pestle that shone with golden light suddenly whizzed over and smashed hard on his hand.

In just one blow, almost all the bones in Yan Qing's hand were about to be smashed, and the pen and ink in his hand were blown away in an instant.

"Who dares to plot against our Wanshufang?"

His face turned cold, and he immediately gathered his juniors together and shouted loudly.

"Amitabha, benefactors, don't confuse right and wrong, it's just what you want to plunder from our Buddhist sect." A voice of Buddha came faintly, and several monks with bright foreheads, dressed in the khaki robes of Daneng Temple, came from behind the rat monster chase after.

It turns out that Daneng Temple, like Wanshufang, is hunting for a huge monster that is rare to see, but they just ran into Wanshufang's group.

The disciple headed by Daneng Temple was a tall monk with thin cheeks, named Zhiyuan, who was bending over to salute with his hands clasped at this time, but his eyes were sneaking at the duck monster in the opponent's hand intentionally or unintentionally.

Both parties have covetousness for the prey subdued by others.

Yan Qing rubbed his injured palm, looked gloomyly at the monks from Daneng Temple who were coming here continuously, the number of them was almost the same as his own, and he couldn't help thinking twice.

He and Monk Zhiyuan of Daneng Temple are almost the same in strength, both of them are in the mid-Yuanying period, and they have about the same number of disciples. If they fight each other, no one will be able to take advantage.

But if you just let things go like this...

He squeezed his broken hand bones, his handsome face twisted into one piece,

Just let the other party go like this, how can you swallow the breath in your heart?

Unwilling to fight and unwilling to make peace, the two parties held the monsters in their hands, and they were in a stalemate like this.

Mo Han, who led his juniors and juniors to hide in the dark, couldn't help frowning upon seeing this situation.

He originally wanted to take advantage of the time when other sects were dividing up the prey and take the opportunity to transfer with his disciples, but now that Wanshufang and Daneng Temple are not giving in to each other, he can't find a chance to leave.

At this moment, the situation on the field suddenly changed.

When the two sides were still in a stalemate, everyone was staring at each other firmly, holding their weapons tightly in their hands, not daring to breathe, but at this moment, beside the two monsters lying on the ground, a person slowly turned out .

This person was wearing the school uniform of an inconspicuous school, his body was terribly thin, his hands, feet and limbs were as slender as a slender reed stick, the joints of the joints stood out abruptly, and the cheekbones on the sallow cheeks were high and protruding. Lips were chapped, and a pair of numb and cloudy eyes were bulging out.

Wearing loose and shaking clothes, this person walked past the monster and came to the disciple of Wanshufang.

Yan Qing had already seen this thin and dry man, but he only thought that he was a lost disciple from some small sect who came to ask for help, and his heart suddenly became impatient, and he didn't have time to deal with this unlucky guy at the critical moment, so he just shouted at him: "Get out of here." Go aside!"

"Didn't you see the current situation? Leave if you don't want to die."

Even on the side of Daneng Temple, monk Zhiyuan didn't even look at this person, and said slowly: "This benefactor should leave earlier, otherwise it will be bad if he loses his life soon."

But the thin ghost-looking man in the middle didn't seem to have heard their words. He just wobbled closer to the young disciple who was closest to him, and his suddenly bulging eyes moved, revealing a few Greedy look.

Seeing that he was still looking for death to approach, Yan Qing immediately became angry, and yelled at the skinny guy: "Get lost——"

Seeing that the skinny ghost ignored him, as if he was extremely patient, Yan Qing once again sacrificed the magic weapon of brush and ink in his hand, with a flick of the pen tip, a cloud of black ink instantly turned into a sharp arrow, and shot towards the thin man's chest.

With a sound of "噗嗤", the Moli arrow hit his chest in an instant, and went straight through his shriveled body.

But the man didn't even shed a drop of blood from the wound, he just stretched out the empty hole in his chest and stiffly stretched out his blue-gray palm towards a young Wanshufang disciple beside him.

Yan Qing's eyes widened in an instant, never expecting that the skinny person in front of him could act like this after being penetrated in the chest.

In the blink of an eye, a trace of panic flashed through his mind, and he immediately shouted sharply to the little disciple beside the skinny ghost: "Leave quickly——"

This thing is definitely not human race!

But he was still a step too late. With his cry, the eyes of the skinny man suddenly turned sharp and upside down. A mouthful of sharp teeth came out of his mouth and gnawed fiercely at the person who was away from him. nearest person.

The young disciple of Wanshufang who was closest to him couldn't react in time, and was immediately bitten by the neck of the skinny ghost, half of his neck was almost bitten off, and blood flowed profusely in an instant, half his life was gone.

Seeing this, the other disciples of Wanshufang cried out in surprise, and each of them showed their weapons and slashed at the skinny ghost, trying to rescue their fellow disciples.

But despite countless sharp blades, the thin ghost never lost his mouth. A pair of blue-gray palms with sharp claws clawed at the wound on the young disciple's neck, gulping down fresh human blood.

The little disciple soon only had a slight gasp left.

Yan Qing no longer cared about guarding against Daneng Temple and the others on the opposite side, and instantly turned around to save him, but the skinny ghost who was still sucking blood suddenly trembled, and stretched out his hand from the hole in his chest, and began to tear The human skin on his body.

But in the blink of an eye, a whole piece of human skin was peeled off, and what was hiding under the skinny ghost was a gorilla covered in black hair, with a pair of yellow eyes wide open, and it was gnawing its teeth. Eat the fragile neck around the mouth.

"brute!"

Seeing such a scene, Yan Qing was greatly irritated, and immediately gritted his teeth and cursed, and slammed down the iron-cast Jiangshan brush at the orangutan's sky cap.

But the chimpanzee was excited, screaming and screaming, and the long and thin arms covered with black hair were tearing at the young disciple's wound. With one force, he tore off half of the young disciple's neck from Wanshufang.

The little disciple, who had only one breath left, suddenly opened his eyes wide, his head drooped, and he looked at everyone in horror, and he lost his breath.

Seeing this scene, everyone present gasped in shock, even Mo Han and his party, who were hiding in the dark, were speechless by this weird turn of events.

At the same time, Yan Qing's Jiangshan pen hit the orangutan's head hard.

But at the critical moment, the orangutan's head flicked suddenly, and the Jiangshan pen landed on its shoulder blade, and half of the bones of its body were smashed to pieces in an instant.

But the orangutan didn't care about it, and threw away the corpse of the little disciple in his hand, with a humanized complacency on his face, dragging his half immobile body and quickly fled to the depths of the dense forest.

"Hehehe...hehe..."

While fleeing, the orangutan let out a strange mocking laugh.

Yan Qing watched the animal kill his junior brother right in front of his eyes, and immediately became furious. He would never allow it to escape alive, and immediately grabbed his weapon and was about to chase it.

Unexpectedly, this time it was the monk Zhiyuan from Daneng Temple who yelled loudly and reminded: "Benefactor Yan, don't underestimate the enemy. That evil animal is not a creature in the little illusion mirror. I think it is the outsiders who like it." A demon cultivator in human skin."

"It's trying to lure you over on purpose, be careful!"

In front of the demon cultivators who are not of our race, even the people who were at war with each other just now had to put aside their disputes and stand in one place for the time being.

Yan Qing stopped, and replied in disbelief: "The demon cultivator? How is it possible, the demon cultivator can't sneak into the little phantom mirror, unless the human race has its internal response..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard rumbles and vibrations from deep in the dense forest. It was clearly the footsteps of countless people running.

The expressions of Wanshufang and the disciples of Daneng Temple changed at the same time.

Yan Qing and Zhi Yuan didn't say anything else, immediately flew the imperial weapon, rose to the sky above the illusion, and looked towards the jungle.

I saw tens of thousands of demon cultivators gathered together, either wearing skinny skins of human beings, or directly transforming into prototypes, and they were attacking here in darkness at this time.

Both of them turned green.

"How could there be so many..." Yan Qing opened his eyes wide in disbelief, and muttered to himself.

But unexpectedly, a bird demon flying in the sky also found the two people staying in the air at this time, and immediately barked sharply, rushing over like an arrow off the string, and was about to pounce on it in a blink of an eye Zhiyuan's face.

"careful!"

With a clear shout, a plain white figure rushed over, and before everyone could react, he instantly killed the bird demon with his sword.

Zhiyuan looked at the figure in plain white cloud pattern in surprise: "Taixu Sect?"

Wait, where did you come from again?

Mo Han, who had been leading his brothers and sisters to squat in the grass secretly, with a cold face, stretched out his hand and dragged the two of them out of mid-air, and stuffed them back into the middle of a group of monks.

"I have already sent Fetion letters separately. At this time, we can only wait where we are, and we all try our best to stay there until someone supports us."

He ordered coldly.

Yan Qing and Zhi Yuan looked back, and sure enough among their juniors, they also found a few figures wearing Taixu Taoist robes, who were apparently also stuffed in by Mo Han just now.

Yan Qing only glanced at it, and said anxiously: "No, we are only a few dozen, and there are tens of thousands of those evil beasts rushing here. How can we hold on? We must leave here quickly, and we can escape one by one. Count one."

After saying that, he wanted to take all his disciples to flee in the opposite direction.

Mo Han suddenly shouted: "Stop! Don't go there!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the direction Wanshufang wanted to evacuate, which was also the hiding place of their Taixu Sect and his party, and in an instant, a whole black mass of demon cultivators poured out, drowning all the paths to leave.

It was only then that everyone realized that they were the prey surrounded by demon cultivators before they knew it.

The little disciples all looked at their senior brother with pale faces, while Yan Qing and Zhi Yuan looked at Mo Han who stood in front of them unconsciously with pale faces.

Mo Han felt the beasts besieged from all directions, his eyes were already icy cold, and the hand holding the sword was so hard that the base of the fingers turned white.

"We can only fight to the death."

"If you can survive for a moment, it counts as a moment, there will always be someone who can survive until the elders of the division come to rescue..."

His eyes were firm: "It will definitely work!"

Encouraged by his attitude, Yan Qing and Zhi Yuan, who were a little confused at first, also calmed down, each showed the majesty of a senior brother, gritted their teeth and shouted to the pale-faced juniors: "Cheer up and hold your weapons! "

Yan Qing took out the Jiangshan brush, and drew a deep ink mark in mid-air: "Our sect master is in the small magic mirror. At this time, we must have noticed the movement here, and we must be on our way here."

Zhiyuan also clenched the demon-subduing pestle tightly with one hand, took off the Buddhist beads around his neck with the other, and said with a solemn expression: "My Buddha is merciful, this little monk is about to start killing today."

A group of disciples turned their backs to each other, holding weapons and facing the demon cultivators in all directions, forming a circle.

At the same time, the first demon cultivator finally rushed towards them...