A five-year-old junior sister, she is the group favorite of four crazy critics

Chapter 291 Demon General

In the city lord's mansion occupied by the demons.

At first glance, it seems that people are singing and dancing, and they are intoxicated with wealth, but when you look closely, they are full of fear.

The demon generals were happy, but the monks in the temple who were treated as playthings were frightened.

The person sitting on the main seat could not be identified as male or female. He was just wearing a gorgeous black robe embroidered with gold, with a ferocious mask on his face, and was holding a wine vessel made of a monk's skull in his hand. .

One of the demons hesitated for a long time, and finally stood up suddenly, raised the wine vessel filled with wine in his hand, and drank it all in a humble and respectful manner towards the people on the main seat.

"Congratulations, my lord!"

"My brothers were ignorant before, so please have more, Sir!"

As he stood up, the demon brothers standing behind him also stood up and followed him respectfully: "Your Excellency has a lot!"

The voices of a group of people were not quiet, but the person in the main seat seemed not to hear them, and did not even give them a single glance.

For a moment, there was deathly silence in the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion.

The group of standing demons were waiting for the response of the person on the main seat, and the group of monks who were helping the fun did not dare to say a word.

The wine vessel was placed on the wooden table and made a slight sound. The man on the main seat gently tapped the table with his long and well-joined fingers.

The monk standing behind the main seat immediately picked up the wine jug and filled the wine vessel with wine.

He picked up the skull wine vessel and, instead of drinking, tilted the wine vessel filled with wine.

The wine was dripping on the ground, which made people feel a little flustered for no reason, as if they were seeing someone off.

"My lord, there are a lot of them, but they are never used to describe me."

Along with the low whisper, a bone-white light flashed past.

The expressions of those with high cultivation levels who could clearly see what was happening changed suddenly, while those with low cultivation levels were still at a loss.

But soon, they knew what was happening.

The skull wine vessel that had been held in the man's hand just now had rolled to the ground. The originally white wine vessel was still mottled with dark red mixed with bits of yellow-white liquid.

It's blood and brain plasma.

The first one stood up and said, "Sir, there are a large number of demons who have changed beyond recognition, and the wine vessel fell from his head."

The huge blood hole made the monks present unable to help but tremble.

Even the demons present, who had always been ruthless, swallowed in horror, trying to ease the panic in their hearts.

This newly promoted demon general...how could he act so cruelly even if he just disagreed?

"Report!"

The strange, suffocating atmosphere of panic in the hall was broken by the demon guards who suddenly broke in.

As soon as the guards rushed in, they noticed the strange atmosphere in the hall, and the captain who was lying on the ground with his head penetrated. Why did he die so miserably!

Also, as soon as he came in, everyone's attention shifted to him, staring at him and making him panic.

Just when he was about to report, someone broke into the secret prison where the monks and common people were imprisoned.

The demon general who was originally on the main seat disappeared instantly and left without knowing why.

After a breath, a powerful impact and collision rippled from the sky into the palace.

Immediately, all the demons in the palace rushed out, leaving no one to care about the guards who had just come to report the news.

Two figures stood facing each other in the sky.

"Ascension period?"

The Demon General stretched out his hand to wipe the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and stared at the person in front of him with his red eyes.

Isn’t it said that there are not many strong people in the ascension stage in the world of immortality?

The monk in front of me looks young, and his strength has actually reached the stage of ascension. The news about the demon clan is really unsatisfactory!

Yan Fengmian held the Heavenly Punishment Sword in his hand and looked at the newly promoted demon general with calm eyes.

The Heavenly Punishment Sword buzzed, as if urging him to take action quickly.

Yan Fengmian tapped Tianpu's sword twice with his fingertips, and then struck with a sharp move.

The maple-red figure was like a dragon swimming in the night sky, approaching step by step, causing the terrifying demon general who was still in the palace to retreat step by step.

"Stop looking and get out quickly!"

In the dark cell, Yan Ci sternly scolded the few monks who still had time to watch the fight in the sky.

A few of them sneaked into the secret cell without any effort, thanks to Zang Yunzhi's help.

Now, a few of them were escorting the people in the secret cell away, while Zang Yunzhi was looking for the antidote to the Spiritual Pill.

Several important herbs used in the antidote to the Spirit Pill only grow in specific areas of the demon clan, so there are very few antidotes in the world of immortality.

The only way to get the antidote is from the demons.

Then he saw Zang Yunzhi, dressed as a demon, returning, holding the antidote to the elixir of dissolution.

Yan Ci distributed the antidote to Liao Jin and others, and distributed it faster together.

He also warned: "Give one pill to each of them. If you take it, it will slowly take effect. After a cup of tea, all your cultivation will be restored."

As he finished speaking, the group of monks crowded over and scrambled to get ahead.

They were fed up with the feeling of powerlessness without cultivation, and were eager to regain their strength.

Qi Youqing and Liao Jin frowned slightly but did not speak yet.

Then he saw a mace hit the ground hard.

Standing in the middle was the gentlest Yan Ci with a kind smile, but he said with a strong sense of oppression: "Come one by one."

In an instant, all the monks present agreed with each other and lined up.

He has cured all the little perverts in the sect, but for these monks who have lost their cultivation, it is not much easier.

"Brother, the people in front have been dealt with."

Bei Wan's small figure flashed forward, some blood stains were spattered on the dark black clothes, the bamboo burning sword in his hand was still dripping with blood, and the delicate little face was full of condensation, which was completely like the addiction that came in the dark night. Killer.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Yan Ci raised a faint smile on the other side, bent down, holding the mace in his right hand, and stretched out his left hand to wipe the blood on the little guy's face.

The little guy shook his head and said with bright eyes: "It's great!"

Just now, she killed seven demon squads by herself, relying on formation techniques.

As for a few strong men in the early stage of Yuanhua Shen who were not low in strength and were lucky enough to break through the formation.

Because of his injuries, his strength was not as good as before, so he sparred with her and was sent away by her.

Bei Wan raised his eyes and looked at two figures, one black and one red, fighting in the sky in the distance.

She will still work hard. There is no end to her practice. There is heaven outside the world and there are people outside the world. There is no strongest, only stronger.

Master said, don't be complacent and superior to others just because you are strong and talented.

"In 20 years, at most 20 years, you will be able to freely compete with Master."

Yan Ci passed the message into the secret, touched the little guy's slightly cold earlobe, and let go of the promise.

"I'll try!"

The little guy was not proud, nor was he happy to be praised. He just replied with a firm tone.

Yan Ci chuckled, retracted his hand, and turned to look at the monks who had taken the antidote.

"Group them according to their cultivation level. After a cup of tea, we will recapture Luan'an City."

It was at this time, high in the sky.

The sharp sword energy of the Heavenly Punishment Sword will shake the demon general away, causing him to spit out a large mouthful of blood.

Yan Fengmian looked at him from top to bottom, and suppressed the strangeness in his heart.

The person in front of me looks like Mo Yan.

But through the fight just now, he couldn't see any trace of Mo Yan.

Of course he can tell his apprentice apart.

This is not Mo Yan.

but……

Finally, his eyes fell on the Demon General's mask. Whether it was true or not, you would know if you took a look at it.

Yan Fengmian leaned closer and was about to emerge from the afterimage. The Heavenly Punishment Sword in his hand was like a meteor, fluttering past, and the tip of the sword directly touched the mask on the Demon General's face.

The mask flew away, revealing a familiar yet unfamiliar face.

It's Mo Yan, but it's not.

The young man's face is half delicate and familiar, but half is covered with complicated red lines, which is ferocious and terrifying. Coupled with the pair of red bloodthirsty eyes,

The Heavenly Punishment Sword was withdrawn, leaving a thin but heavy blood mark on the young man's face.

The young man and Yan Fengmian looked at each other. At that moment, neither one knew what the other was thinking.

Yan Fengmian made the first move.

He did not become merciful just because he recognized his disciple.

On the contrary, the moves in his hand became more and more cruel, as if he would not give up until Mo Yan was killed.

When the Heavenly Punishment Sword pierced Mo Yan's chest, Yan Fengmian's hand holding the sword turned white with force.

He had a clear mind, so he had to control his strength better so that he could hurt Mo Yan but not completely.

Just when he was about to reach out and grab the young man's shoulder.

Mo Yan's body suddenly erupted with intense energy, turning into a black mist and dissipating.

Yan Fengmian took two deep breaths, trying to calm down his inner emotions, but the hand holding the Heavenly Punishment Sword tightened even more.

ink tired...

What the hell is this kid doing!

In a mass grave thousands of miles away, black air formed.

A mouthful of blood spurted out suddenly.

The young man's hands were pale and thin, holding on to the mottled tree trunk. Under his feet were bones that were either rotten or still fresh. Waves of autumn rain fell and wet his hair.

The red lines on the face became more and more bright and dazzling.

"Stop struggling..."

He lowered his voice and talked to himself, trying to suppress the noisy soul in his body.

The hand had already been scratched by the tree trunk due to the force of tightening. Red blood mixed with rainwater flowed down the tree trunk and mixed with the body lying on the ground.

The soul in his body started to stir again, making him feel uncomfortable.

He sat up cross-legged, his eyes closed tightly, and his lips, which always had an uninhibited smile, were pursed very tightly.

The rain fell harder, and it was frighteningly cold inside the mass grave.

But all these have become the most powerful factors that are most conducive to him suppressing another soul.

……

The leader of the demon will disappear.

It was also said that ascension-stage monks like Fengmian were in charge, and those monks had taken the antidote, so the demons in Luan'an City were defeated, dying and fleeing.

"Xiao Zang, please arrange the arrangements for everyone in Luan'an City."

"Okay." Zang Yunzhi responded immediately.

Yan Fengmian looked back at his disciples, his eyes resting on Yan Ci and Qi Youqing, and turned around and said:

"Yan Ci, Qi Youqing, you two come with me."

The two looked at each other, Yan Ci gave the candy in his hand to the little guy next to him, and said through a secret message: "Take good care of your second senior brother."

Bei Wan took the candy, but looked at Yan Ci's leaving figure with some confusion.

No, just give her candy.

Why did she suddenly ask her to take care of her second senior brother?

What is the reason for this?

The child didn't understand, so he could only hold the sword in one hand and the candy in the other, looking blankly at the silent second senior brother beside him.

Liao Jin became more and more uncomfortable when he noticed that his junior sister was looking up from bottom to top.

Zang Yunzhi turned around and saw the remaining figures of Cang Yan Sect, one large and one small.

These two...

how to say.

They are both a bit difficult to deal with. One is young and often feels at a loss except for fighting and practicing.

Although the other one shows his age, he doesn't talk much and has a cold and ruthless face, which is somewhat scary.

"That, Xiaobai, pick it up! Come on!"

Zang Yunzhi could only wave for help.

Bai Jianzhi, who was helping not far away, ran over quickly.

The young man is only fourteen or fifteen years old. Although he is already quite tall, at first glance, he still looks like a young man. His voice is full of vitality, and his eyes are bright like a little puppy at the entrance of the village: "Sister Yunzhi , you called me!"

He is sweet-tongued and clever, although he is calm and well-behaved in front of elders, venerables and others.

But among the Cangyan Sect members, they are doing well.

Especially for Zang Yunzhi, he was very smart and called her Sister Yunzhi, which made Zang Yunzhi quite satisfied.

He is friendlier to him than to the other members of the Cang Yan Sect.

Of course, no one can compare to Xiao Bei Wan.

"I'll take Xiao Beiwan with me, and you and Senior Brother Liao Jin can catch up with me!"

Zang Yunzhi left these words and took Bei Wan's hand and left.

The little guy hesitated for a moment: "The senior brother said that he asked me to take care of the second senior brother."

Then should she stay and take care of the second senior brother?

Zang Yunzhi bent down and tapped her forehead: "Don't worry, Xiao Bai picks up and can take good care of your second senior brother."

Compared with Bei Wan, Bai Jianzhi, who can skillfully handle interpersonal relationships, will be more suitable to cooperate with Liao Jin.

"If you don't believe it, my sister will take you to see it again later."

"Believe me sister, huh?"

After Zang Yunzhidu said this, Bei Wan looked back at his second senior brother.

Regarding her departure, the second senior brother just nodded.

"Brother Liao, let's go over here and help!"

Although Bai Jianzhi knew that Liao Jin was not as ruthless in his heart as he appeared, he still respected him more.

In a corner with few people, Yan Fengmian waved his hand and set up a barrier.

"Just now, I fought with the demon general who was in the middle stage of the Tribulation."

He turned around and looked at the two disciples who followed him, lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, and spoke in a low voice with complicated and difficult-to-detect emotions:

"It's Mo Yan."

As soon as this name appeared, Yan Ci and Qi Youqing's expressions immediately changed slightly.

"How could it be... Mo Yan?"

Yan Ci couldn't understand, it couldn't be Mo Yan's fault!

Although that boy is surly and arrogant, he always wants to destroy the world and oppose the Qingya Sect who eliminates demons and supports justice.

In addition to beating up the disciples of Qingya Sect, he treats ordinary people and monks with a hard mouth and a soft heart.

But the news given by Zang Yunzhi was that the demon general who occupied Luan'an City killed people like hemp and regarded human life as nothing, and the demons under his command were even more rampant.

This is simply not something Mo Yan can do.

What's more, Mo Yan has only been away from the sect for more than three months.

How can the strength reach the middle stage of transcending the tribulation!