Chapter 972: Punishment of the Clan 11

Everyone felt incredible to see the punishment clan that easily destroyed so many demon cultivators.

But they even more felt that the demons were not so much like this.

For a moment, the monks who wanted to retreat felt a little relieved.

"kill……"

Someone shouted, jumped up, jumped out of the barrier gate, and rushed towards the devil cultivator who was retreating without any scruples.

At this time, the demon cultivator had no time to escape, and was shrouded by the unparalleled sword light. Within ten miles of the barrier, no demon cultivator survived wherever the sword light went.

"Kill..."

Monks flocked out.

I seem to be worried that if I go too late, the benefits will be obtained by others.

What excited the monks in the barrier was that a monk who had just left the barrier found a green medicinal plant growing on a small hill.

"What, Earth Spirit Ginseng?"

"Submit his cultivation has soared for ten years?"

"Why do there be such treasures in this place?"

"The demons were not destroyed?"

This is indeed strange.

At this time, another monk who sent the Punishment tribe seemed to understand his doubts and spoke slowly;

"This kind of thing is useless to demon cultivators. Although there are a large number of demon cultivators gathered here, these demon cultivators basically have no independent consciousness and are just an instinct, so most of the heavenly and earth treasures can be preserved. There are still many outside. What can be obtained depends on your ability and fortune?"

"What, there are many more?"

"No way?"

"No wonder every time people go out, their cultivation has skyrocketed?"

"Is this really a blessed place?"

"No matter what, since I'm here, I don't plan to go back cowardly..."

"Run..."

I can no longer feel at ease. Such an jealous thing is outside the barrier and is so easy to find by others, and it is impossible not to be excited.

Seeing these mermaids appearing out in a row, a hint of compassion flashed in the eyes of the monk sitting cross-legged tribe, but no one noticed it.

The sword light disappeared, and the monk who attacked the punishment tribe slowly fell into the rain altar. His face was pale. He had just fallen to the ground and seemed to have lost his strength. He staggered for two steps and failed to stand firm. He fell to the ground and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

When everyone saw such a strong monk, they were injured and suddenly gave up.

However, at this time, the monk who sent the punishment tribe trembled with his hands forcibly supporting his body and wiped the blood at the corner of his mouth.

"Sure enough, the serious injury has not healed, so I can't move..."

This means that you can use your ultimate move to get rid of the demon cultivator when you are seriously injured.

It is strong enough to kill demon cultivators even if they are seriously injured. Demon cultivators are not scary either.

At this time, the monk sitting cross-legged stood up and looked at the people who had not yet left the barrier and spoke again;

"Friends of Taoism, I will secretly help you, so let's see you before the Storm..."

brush……

Appeared in the center of the altar and disappeared with the monk.

The door that opened the barrier seemed to be about to close. Everyone had no time to think about it, and gritted their teeth and rushed out of the barrier with a loud shout.

In fact, more than one person can see too many tricks in this so-called storm, but since it comes, you can be content with it, let alone your own purpose.

Yang Chen walked out of the barrier with the large army among the crowd.

There was a pair of eyes, looking at Yang Chen in secret, and leaving inadvertently.

Outside the barrier, there were few people, because everyone was in a hurry to leave. Perhaps the luck that belonged to them might be ahead.

Yang Chen chose a direction. Since he wanted to kill the demon cultivator, then kill him.

Just as Yang Chen was about to set off, a monk let out a light ejaculation not far away;

"Someone has killed the demon cultivator?"

Yang Chen frowned, and the man continued to stare at the bracelet in his hand;

"I'll be on the list so soon?"

The spiritual consciousness entered the bracelet, and sure enough, there was information inside. The first person at present was an unknown little person.

Is this thing useful?

Looking at the sign in his hand, Yang Chen threw it away casually and threw the bracelet directly into the Xiaoyao Tower.

He doesn't want to be followed by others or monitored by others.

Not long after, Yang Chen found that the difference here was not dead silent, but it was also alive, but the vitality was not strong, and there were not many things with life.

He recalled the words of the monk who sent the punishment tribe just now.

There is no real demon clan here, only some scattered demonic energy condensed.

Killing these things is much easier than killing a real demon cultivator.

But what kind of existence is that it can overflow so much demonic energy and can control it independently.

I have to say that the magic cultivator is a fearful existence.

In a cave, a monk sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes, and the demonic energy in his eyes rolled.

"Hehehe, it turns out that there is no need to take action. My king is about to get out of trouble, hehehe..."

This person mixed with the monks and entered the secret realm.

Slap sex...

Outside the cave, footsteps sounded, and the monk in the cave smiled with a cracked teeth;

"There is prey, hehe..."

It turned into a ray of black smoke and rushed out of the hole.

""who?

The monk seemed to notice it and was immediately alert, but he just smiled and felt his neck lit up and he instantly fell into darkness.

Before he could even make a scream, he turned into ashes in a strange sound.

The demon cultivator smiled and disappeared from the spot.

...

And at the other end, a demonic energy followed behind a monk in secret, and seemed to make a faint sound;

"You can use this kind of hatred, haha..."

The demonic energy changed and turned into a hazy figure and appeared in front of the monk.

"Who?"

The monk was Qiu Xiaochi. The sudden blurred figure scared him, and the sword light had already been slashed out in the roar.

With a snap, the sword light shattered the huge rock, leaving a ravine.

But the sword light passed through the figure, and the figure was fine at all.

"Junior, I have a good fortune to you because of such a big temper."

"Um?"

Who believes this kind of thing? But the vague figure doesn't care, just a faint saying;

"Five hundred feet east, there is a spiritual medicine that can relieve hundreds of poisons by eating it, which is considered a meeting gift..."

"Yeah?"
Chapter completed!