No one really thinks I'm a master, right?

Chapter 243 Go Roast That Birdman
"Hehe, now that we're at odds with each other, let's kill him!"

The blood prince Bond waved his hand, and a large group of crows screamed and rushed towards Yi Fan and his party.

Hua Sifan's beautiful eyes wrinkled, and she was about to attack the enemy, but Hua Yutian blocked her: "Sifan, you are not allowed to participate in this kind of battle, and you are not even qualified to be a teacher, just wait and see what happens!"

"A blood-sucking family? I'm curious, how can such a strange-shaped creature pretend to be so elegant and noble!" Behind Hua Yutian, the void was rippling, and a cloud of black air greeted it, repelling the crows in the sky, and then slowly An old man in a black robe walked out, followed by a beautiful woman.

"Participate in the Grand Master and meet the Little Senior Aunt!"

"Si Fan still not coming to see you?"

Hua Sifan hastily saluted respectfully, but gave the woman a strange look, but there was no movement.

"Sifan, what are you doing in a daze? Although Zou Zhiruo entered the school on the same day as you, she was favored by the master and accepted as a personal heir. Her seniority is higher than your master and me. Hurry up!"

The corner of Hua Sifan's mouth twitched, and then he bowed his head reluctantly.

"Hua Wuque? The last leader of the Demon Cult, aren't you already dead?"

Qingniu was horrified, this is a generation of old demons, if it hadn't been for the Shangqing Guan to suppress him all the time, he might have ruled the world of cultivating immortals long ago.

"Hey, I don't pretend to be dead, so how can I escape from Shangqing Guan with my eyelids down?" Hua Wuque suddenly looked at Yi Fan and Jian Wuya, his old face sank, and he snorted coldly: "Hmph, I almost forgot Well, the two of you are the gatekeepers of the Qing Dynasty, one is not bad at talent, the other is boasting all day long, the cultivation base is so hidden that even I can't see it, I almost thought you were a mere scum of Qi training!"

Jian Wuya ignored him, but calmly watched the fight between Taoist Qiankun and the old nun.

The indifference in those eyes seemed to be watching a group of children playing around, without any interest at all.

Yi Fan, on the other hand, looked wary: "Senior, this time we are joining forces with evil spirits to eradicate overseas evil gods, so please don't stir up trouble!"

"You are a junior, you are not very old, and your temperament, cultivation, and talent are extremely extraordinary. Are you interested in joining my Holy Cult? If you are willing, the position of the future leader of the Holy Cult will be yours, and the two talents beside me are very talented. Your little girl is also yours, how about it?" Hua Wuque looked Yi Fan up and down, loving her very much.

This kid has a terrifying magic power, which seems to be able to devour everything. This kind of skill is extremely overbearing, and it is simply unheard of.

It's not that the Demon Cult doesn't have methods to devour the enemy's mana and flesh, but both of them have great hidden dangers. After all, it's not the essence of flesh and blood and mana aura. It needs time-consuming and labor-intensive refinement. It's not as fast as self-cultivation.

Therefore, in order to save trouble, many magic arts quickly improve their cultivation at the cost of overdrawing their bodies. If they really can't do it, they will change their bodies.

Therefore, if Hua Wuque can obtain this technique, the prosperity of the Demon Cult will be just around the corner.

"Senior's kindness is appreciated by me, but this junior is dedicated to cultivation and has no other ideas, let alone betraying his master!" Yi Fan clasped his fists in salute, and ignored him after a word.

"Boy, do you know what you refused?"

Hua Wuque still didn't give up, but Jian Wuya didn't.

"Old Devil, if you keep poaching my sect, I will kill you now!"

"Bold, just practice Qi, pretending to be an expert, I will reveal your true colors right now, Patriarch!"

Hua Wuque was furious, and suddenly his demonic aura surged to the sky, but he still cautiously did not make a move, but his eyes burst out with blood-red brilliance, as if he had performed some kind of amazing pupil technique.

In Hua Wuque's spell, Jian Wuya has no secrets at all around his body, his cultivation is in a mess, his spiritual consciousness is not stronger than that of a chicken, and his physical body is even more fragile beyond description.

However, he was listed as a big brother by the terrifying Shangqing Temple, and he also blatantly followed behind him as a guardian. It didn't seem like they were hiding carefully for fear of being discovered.

Now he even dared to say in public that he was going to kill himself. If he could bear it, he would still be a monster and a turtle.

"Amitabha, the two benefactors must not get angry. In the face of the great enemy, the overall situation is still the most important thing. It is not impossible to exchange ideas after the overseas demons are exhausted!" An old monk in gray robe walked behind Zen Master Kuhai of King Kong Temple out.

His eyes lit up, he knew this old monk, when the three brothers taught him the mystery of saving the golden wheel together, only then did he have the pure Buddhist mana now, and speaking of it, he also had the grace of imparting karma, so he hurried Come forward and say hello.

"The benefactor Yi Fan doesn't need to be too polite. I haven't seen you for a while. I don't know what a great thing the little benefactor has done. It's really gratifying to congratulate the golden body of merit and virtue, and the road can be expected!" The old monk was also very surprised. The kid can always give people unexpected surprises, no, or shocks.

As soon as the old monk got involved, Hua Wuque couldn't continue, but Jian Wuya didn't look at him from the beginning to the end, as if he didn't care that Hua Wuque might suddenly launch a fatal blow.

For some reason, this kind of calm attitude caused Hua Wuque to suddenly have a very weird illusion of escape from death and surviving a catastrophe.

"Am I really wrong?"

Hua Wuque glanced at Jian Wuya suspiciously and muttered secretly.

When the blood prince Bond saw that these Chinese people were about to fight among themselves, he was immediately overjoyed. He waited to watch the show, but he didn't know that another unfathomable old monk appeared, and he resolved the fight with just a few words.

The Qiankun veteran, the mysterious old nun, Hua Wuque, and the old monk, all of them who showed up have already appeared four gods of transformation, and they only counted five gods of transformation.

Although the main body is stronger in another small world, and has almost touched the ceiling of cultivation in the human world, but firstly, the injury has not healed, and secondly, it requires extremely huge resources and mana to cross the border, which is not something they can bear alone .

"Prince, why are you in a daze, hurry up and kill the enemy~!"

Behind the Egyptian high priest was a pyramid as tall as a mountain. From that tower came out endless dog-headed, human-bodied and golden-armored warriors, as well as many sphinx-faced generals, who descended from the sky like mountains and tsunami. They rushed over.

"Well done, look at my demon army, Blood Buddha!"

Hua Wuque took out a large flag, and every time he waved it, thousands of demon disciples in black armor and black horses, with blood-red cloaks fluttering in the wind behind them, and blood-colored spears in their hands exuding a cold air, also lined up to meet them. Going up, those killed by the Egyptian army flowed like rivers, limbs and arms were broken everywhere, and corpses were scattered all over the field, which was extremely tragic and abnormal.

"Amitabha, leave this vampire to this old man!"

The old monk of King Kong Temple walked through the air and flew towards the blood prince Bond.

"Alright, poor nun, let's subdue this evil Buddha~!"

The old nun of Lianxi Temple summoned a third-grade lotus flower, and brought the light of the Buddha to face the evil Buddha.

Everyone at the scene had an opponent, and the fight was turned upside down, and the sea poured in, but the holy angel was left there and no one paid any attention.

"Arrogant oriental practitioners, don't you dare to offend the majesty of God? Very good, kneel down and pray sincerely, I can make an exception and allow you to join the Protoss!" The holy angel was very proud, thinking that he was the strongest, no one dared challenge yourself.

"Xiaofan, this one is the weakest, you go and roast him, and send it to Daoist Qiankun for a taste!"

Jian Wuya spoke out suddenly, Yi Fan was overjoyed, secretly thought it was finally my turn.

"Vitality Bomb, Zidian Heavenly Tribulation, Birdman, you take it!"

Yi Fan held up with both hands, and the tens of meters long purple lightning ball was formed again, and then he threw it fiercely, and the thunder ball roared and hit the holy angel in the sky.

(End of this chapter)