After falling from the devil, the villain leader quit her job

The devil looked really anxious.

He planned to wait and see Song Xi.

Song Xi was also waiting for the devil to wait on her.

This one is playing a high-end game!

He hesitated and changed his mind for fear of the devil.

Song Xi's acting skills come as he said.

"Master!"

Her eye circles were red, she clutched her forehead and fell to the ground artificially, pretending to be extremely exhausted.

She called out to Song Xi in black for help, then gritted her teeth and disappeared in an instant, then reappeared not far away, "There is only one monk left! Wait for me!"

"I can hold on a little longer!"

Song Xi in black twitched his mouth: "..."

If she hadn't been worried about Song Xi, she had been thinking about her state, staring at her lively mischief from the corner of her eye.

She almost believed it.

Sure enough, the desperate devil was instantly attracted by Song Xi's state.

The originally hesitant thoughts became firm in an instant.

He decided to get rid of this idiot Song Xi first!

He didn't believe that this clone of Song Xi, who could only be cultivated at the early stage of foundation establishment, could cause troubles!

But Song Xi is a chicken thief.

She already had the intention of hooking up.

After the old devil finally put his gloomy gaze firmly on him, Song Xi knew that this man had become angry from embarrassment, and most likely he was really going to run after him.

then--

Song Xi dodged out of the illusion.

She even found time to beat Mirage 857, who had pushed her back, to the ground, then squeezed Mirage 857 with a bruised nose and swollen face, and turned to look at the Mirage projection.

On the phantom projection.

The devil was afraid that the duck would fly away.

This hard-won "flaw" was regarded by him as the only chance to come back.

He was afraid that he would not be able to catch up.

The devil directly burned the few ghost qi in his body, and quickly flew towards the position of the last follower.

There was a hint of determination in his expression.

The next second when he landed next to his followers.

The devil did not wait for the "weak" Song Xi, but instead waited for a dark sword light.

Song Xi in black has extraordinary trust in Song Xi.

With this sword, she almost poured out all the magic energy in her body!

Thousands of phantoms of long swords appeared behind Song Xi in black. The woman's complexion was a little pale, but it did not affect the power of this thunderous sword in the slightest.

The woman scolded lightly: "Ten thousand swords return to one!"

The shadowy sword shadows turned into one, carrying the bloody and domineering power of killing life, aiming straight at the devil's chest!

This sword seems to break the distance between time and space, leaving an ancient trace in the world.

The overwhelming coercion seems to tear people apart in an instant!

Even if Song Xi watched this earth-breaking sword through the projection of the illusion——

Still feel palpitations!

The devil's expression changed instantly.

He finally understood that the weakness just now was Song Xi's intentional weakness.

But the thin dead camel is bigger than the horse.

Even if the devil has been sealed for thousands of years, now he can only walk around the world as a broken clone.

After all, he was the only old guy who survived those bloody storms.

The devil spat out a mouthful of foul-smelling black blood, the ghostly aura around him surged, and twisted ghosts suddenly appeared under his feet!

Seeing that the devil was about to run away again, dodging the sword of Song Xi in black——

In the dark and gloomy mountain stream, a dazzling golden light suddenly poured down from the sky!

A series of complicated runes descended from the sky, and finally condensed into a golden rune array, which severely suppressed the devil who wanted to escape.

Everything happens only between breaths.

The shocking sword gathered by thousands of sword shadows pierced through the devil's chest in an instant!

The vigorous sword energy directly tore the devil's fragile body.

The splattered flesh and blood were burnt to ashes by streaks of golden runes in the air.

Forever lost its trace in the world.

The devil didn't even utter a harsh word, and his ferocious face instantly turned into ashes.

at the same time.

In the eyes of hell.

Chained to the black iron chain, the old man with his head hanging down seemed to have lost all vitality suddenly twitched, spat out a mouthful of blood, cursed something in a low voice, then tilted his head and passed out completely.

The inexhaustible ghost energy around him quickly withered away.

Song Xi in black put his sword back into its sheath, only then did he have a chance to raise his eyes, and looked in the direction where the rune just fell.

On the top of the mountain, a row of monks dressed in black stood.

The head is a woman.

She was dressed in black gauze, barefoot, with bells on her wrists that jingled non-stop as she walked.

On her light white fingertips, a piece of talisman just burned completely.

Women's dress is coquettish but not flamboyant, flattering but not vulgar.

It was Qin Ya.

Behind her were monks wearing different clothes, but they all wore black clothes by coincidence.

If you look closely, everyone is actually covered in black-stained Zongmen costumes.

Those faces, some familiar, some unfamiliar.

There are Yun Jingcheng led by Zhengyangmen, Shu Ziran led by Shennongmen, women's army from Hehuanzong, senior brothers and sisters from Forging Shenzong, junior junior sisters from Yulingshan, and Vajra Arhat from Buddhism.

There are even many sects that cannot be named.

Except for the monks of Fu Luzong who sat cross-legged and manipulated the runes in the air to form a formation, the hands of the others, without exception, were burning with talismans.

A young novice monk lowered his head and met the surprised eyes of Song Xi in black.

"who are you?"

"Amitabha." The little novice recited the name of the Dharma, and introduced himself calmly, "Benefactor Song, I am a disciple of ordinary immortal cultivators. I used to be a citizen of the city that never sleeps."

The city that never sleeps is a city that was almost trampled by the beast tide.

"You don't know me."

A fluffy head appeared behind Yun Jingcheng, and the little girl smiled mischievously, "I was born in Zhaoyang Village."

Zhaoyang Village, it was a remote unintentional area where ghosts and ghosts were once rampant, and the village was almost massacred.

"The year when sneakiness was rampant, I was still in my mother's womb."

"..."

There are many monks, and some people introduced themselves in a chatty manner, and looked at Song Xi in black with gratitude in his eyes.

Some people are shy and not good at words, but the talismans burning on their fingertips cannot be faked at all.

Each of them came for her.