Bad Master: Disciple, don't make trouble, you are pregnant!

When the morning sun shone, the two sides in front of the Flame Demon Canyon started to fight again.

This time the battle was more intense than yesterday.

On the side of the ghost gate, it is still the first level to take the lead in charging.

He rose directly to the sky with the head of the Poison Demon Sect, and began various fighting methods.

For a moment, the gray fog that filled the sky exploded into a gorgeous halo.

The spells in various magic ways complement each other. Some monks with low strength are fighting against opponents on the ground. If they don't pay attention, they will be affected by the spells from the sky and die.

After yesterday's fierce battle, from a rough look, the Poison Demon Sect should have gained the upper hand.

However, there is one thing that everyone ignores.

The more corpses there are, the stronger the Poison Demon Sect will be.

The two sides did not know how many casualties yesterday.

Not counting the corpses flowing down the river of blood, but the mountains piled up on both sides are enough for the Poison Demon Sect to use.

So, when the battle started again early this morning, the elders of the Poison Demon Sect got busy, using witchcraft to wake up the dead disciples of both sides, turning them into walking corpses and attacking.

Some of the spells of the ghost gate come from the righteous way, and some of them require a certain amount of "communication" with the lower realms to activate.

The latter is characterized by the need for casting time.

Therefore, when facing the enemy, the monks of the ghost gate will set traps in front of them and prepare spells at the same time.The existence of the trap is to prevent the enemy from getting closer, resulting in insufficient casting time.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, the opponent is a normal monk, and they will not attack rashly, but also use spells to restrain them.

But these walking corpses controlled by the Poison Demon Sect are different.

They are fearless and fearless.

Regardless of whether there is a trap ahead, just rush over it.

Even if the trap under the feet takes effect, it is often a powerful demonic energy that blows from the sky, blasting all the walking dead around into pieces.

But even so, these puppets of the Poison Demon Sect still did not lose their momentum.

The main thing is that there are too many people.

This time, the Poison Demon Sect really supported war with war.

Under such pressure, Guimen began to show signs of failure.

He was pressed by countless corpse puppets, and even sacrificed a first-level figure.

The disciples were furious, but there was nothing they could do.

In the end, after discussing with the leaders of the ghost sect, they could only adopt the method that all sects would adopt when facing a crisis.

Keep the younger generation.

Several heads are waiting here. They don't believe that the Empress will die in the Flame Demon Canyon. They either wait for her to appear or die here in battle.

At the same time, it can delay time and give the youngest generation of disciples a chance to escape.

However, once someone retreats, someone will mess up.

When young people retreat, old fritters will follow and flee.

For a while, everyone in the ghost sect was cooking a pot of porridge in the retreat.

An elder, in order to protect his disciples, was divided and eaten by those puppets, not even leaving his whole body behind.

Among those puppets, there are disciples of countless ghosts.

Everyone watched, but couldn't really make a move.

They hated the Poison Demon Sect even more, and they didn't even leave the corpses of the sect. This sect is not worthy of being called the Demon Dao.

Well, although the way of magic is treacherous, it is definitely not treachery.

Unfortunately, anger is anger, and righteous indignation is righteous indignation.

Can't beat or can't beat.

The main reason is that Fan Feiping, relying on the healing ability of the Heart Gu, constantly heals the wounds of his subordinates.

The head of the ghost sect came here quite hastily this time, and many treasures in the sect did not use it, so it can be said that he suffered from being dumb.

But they did not accept their fate and continued to resist.

Looking at the people on the ground who were stubbornly resisting like ants, Fan Feiping, who was floating in mid-air while holding the Heart Gu, curled his lips and sneered:

"Ah, is this the so-called ghost gate?"

"The most powerful sect in the way of magic? That's all."

"Hehe, I, the Poison Demon Sect, and I, Fan Feiping, will have the final say on the future of the devil's way."

"I see who dares to disobey this emperor?"

Well, he has already substituted, completely substituted into the role of the Devil Emperor.

"Sovereign, do you want to continue? It feels like the ghost gate is almost unable to hold on..."

"There are still a few heads of the ghost gate who are all wounded. Whether we want to take advantage of the victory and pursue it is up to the suzerain to decide."

A Poison Demon Sect monk with the appearance of an elder came to him, bowed respectfully and asked.

After hearing what he said, Fan Feiping turned his head in a daze, staring at him with eyes like dead fish eyes.

Knowing that the other party was trembling with fright and his legs were trembling, the old man opened his mouth gloomily and asked in a strange tone:
"You...what did you call me?"

The elder was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, so he could only say truthfully:

"I...you...you are the suzerain..."

As soon as these words came out, the elder immediately realized that something was wrong, and quickly changed his words:
"Devil Emperor!"

"Devil Emperor, please make up your mind, what should we do?"

Only now, Fan Feiping smiled, nodded with his mouth crooked, playing with the heart gu and said:
"That's what it sounds like."

"But, you are so stupid..."

"Do you still need to ask me this kind of thing?"

"Of course it feels like killing everything!"

The elder was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and could only look up at Fan Feiping in mid-air.

He was trembling, and could only rely on the last sliver of reason to say:
"The Devil..."

"I believe that our sect also suffered heavy losses in this battle."

"The elder is injured, and the number of disciples is greatly reduced..."

"How about, I will take the opportunity to accept the disciples of the ghost sect and train them, so that they can be used as nourishment for Gu worms in the future..."

Subconsciously, Fan Feiping was about to get angry, and even raised his hand, deciding to slap the talkative elder in front of him to death.

However, when he suppressed the urge to kill, after listening to the other party's words, he couldn't help nodding, and praised with his chin:
"Yes, your suggestion is very good."

"Then the emperor will spare you!"

The elder breathed a sigh of relief, quickly bowed his hands respectfully, and stepped aside.

It would be better to die in the hands of the ghost gate. It would be really aggrieved to be slapped to death by the suzerain.

The elder thought and threw himself into the fight.

Fan Feiping continued to look at the lingering ghosts and the others, and when they were finally driven into a desperate situation, he coughed twice, came to the front of the two sides, and shouted:

"Ants from the ghost gate! Listen up!"

"From today, I, Fan Feiping, succeed the Demon Emperor, and that Qiu Jue has already died in the Flame Demon Canyon."

"As for you and others, they will all be beheaded by the Poison Demon Sect in the name of rebellion."

"However, this emperor can give you a chance."

"Now, as long as you give up the ghost gate and join my Poison Demon Sect, I will spare you all!"

Hearing this, an elder from the Ghost Sect spat directly and shouted:
"Fan Feiping, when did Nima die?"

Someone continued to fight back:

"Fan Feiping, come, give grandpa a refreshment, so that I can consider joining the ghost gate."