The crazy junior sister Yin turned into a dog, and the sky was full of gods and Buddhas and took a d

The Nascent Soul combined their strength to strike at them, the demons, to kill them.

Ming Fan looked behind him, and Cheng Ziyang and Leshan also looked at her eagerly.

Several people thought silently in their hearts: Sister, please do it gently, we are just ordinary golden elixirs, we can't bear it.

Ming Fan secretly sent a message: "Everything is ready, it's done, let's escape."

What if it doesn't work? Cheng Ziyang looked gloomy and thought.

Baili Molan thought about it and asked, "What if it doesn't work?"

Ming Fan glanced at them lightly and shrugged: "No? Then put it in a box, pack it up, and reincarnate again."

As soon as he finished speaking, the demonic energy swept over overwhelmingly, and blood oozed from the corners of everyone's mouths.

Murderous intent emerged in the eyes of the demon saint, and she and the demon palace's guardians surrounded them.

The front and left sides are blocked, and the empty space behind is the Shengmen.

Ming Fan and others gathered all their spiritual power together and transferred it to Shi Tian who was at the front.

Shi Tian's body bulged like a puffer fish, and at the risk of violent death, he used Tianxuan Sect's skills to the extreme.

The spiritual energy that came in was quickly extracted, shot out from his hands, condensed into a vortex in front of him, and blasted towards the demon saint with a bang.

This attack was so powerful that it had the potential of a Nascent Soul.

The guardians on the left and right of the Demon Palace took a few steps back, guarding the Demon Saint behind them. The two of them were surrounded by black mist and responded with the same blow.

"You bastards, is this painless or not? Why don't you give us a bath? The Demon Lord's face will be completely embarrassed by you." Ming Fan gritted his teeth, pulled out the lid of the elixir, and poured it directly into his mouth.

The demons on the opposite side were also angry. Do people nowadays start to show off at a young age? Immediately, the demonic energy was rampant, like a solid black pillar, directed towards them.

That posture seems to say, let you roll up, beat you to death.

"Cheng Ziyang, Baili." Ming Fan felt that his body was being hollowed out, he screamed twice, and swallowed a few more spirit-reviving pills.

He took Leshan and cut his finger, which was stained with blood, and started to draw talismans on the talisman paper.

Whether it's useful or not, you still have to show off.

Cheng Ziyang and Baili Ningchuan took out their defensive weapons and threw them out, controlling them and blocking them in front of everyone.

Let's play, let's make trouble, don't make fun of your only dog's life.

The people at Wuwang Peak looked at the golden magic weapon with envy in their eyes.

Isn’t it? Isn’t it? The earth-level spiritual weapon was thrown out so casually?

Is having money a big deal? A few people were silent, well, that was amazing.

Cheng Ziyang gritted his teeth, took out another magic weapon, and stacked it in front of him. This was something his master gave him to save his life. It could withstand a full blow from the Nascent Soul cultivator.

He Mu's eyes were as wide as copper bells: "Several, millions of spirit stones are gone again..."

Cheng Ziyang is a direct descendant of the Taixu Sect, which originally started out as a weapon refiner. Not to mention Baili Ningchuan, he is a direct descendant of the Luoshen Sect. Under such a background, it is not impossible for them to throw a heavenly magic weapon.

Spiritual power and demonic energy collided in the air, spreading in all directions with the intersection of spiritual and demonic energy as the center. A huge roar was heard, and the surrounding space was distorted, with a faint tendency to be torn apart. The flying boat under their feet instantly collapsed, and everyone spurted blood.

Ming Fan curled his lips, wiped his mouth carelessly, and winked at the demon saint: "Goodbye."

The aftermath of the explosion pushed Ming Fan and others back, turning into black spots and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The demon saint was furious and shouted to the demon cultivators: "Why don't you go and chase me! Are you just here to be a door god!"

You didn't let us take action earlier. The demon monk was scolded inexplicably and hurriedly pretended to be busy and went out to search for the whereabouts of Ming Fan and others.

Ming Fan vomited blood all the way, hit the ground hard, and grinned. Eight of her twelve pairs of ribs were probably broken. He wiped his face, took a strong breath, and placed a magic circle around him to conceal his breath before he dared to sit down and adjust his breathing.

From the very beginning, they planned to injure the enemy a hundred times and injure themselves a thousand, in exchange for a chance of escaping death.

Protected by magic weapons and talismans, and with elixirs to extend their lives, they... shouldn't be able to die, right?

At this time, He Mu and the others were running their own way, and they were scattered in pieces. No two people ended up in the same place.

Huang Cancan looked at the disciple cards that were scattered and cracked like fireworks, and his whole body was also cracked.

The disciple card contains their breath, plus the secret method, which combines the breath with vitality, so the sect can know their status at the first time.

The disciple card will only look like this when the disciple dies or is about to die.

Oh my gosh! Who can tell him what they are doing!

"Old Lei, come quickly! Is it true that our Qingyang Sect is too poor, and the children are finally overwhelmed and want to die collectively! Oh, you can say anything you want, right? What's the matter of dying suddenly... Huang Cancan muttered and went to Lei Yuansheng to discuss countermeasures.

In the next few days, Lei Yuansheng watched eagerly as several disciples from Wuhuang Peak limped back one by one. His mouth moved, but he did not dare to say anything serious.

Xiao Yunyang was the first to come back. His clothes looked like they were washed with blood. He frowned for a long time and asked, "Have they returned?"

Rong Hua was wearing a chicken coop on her head, her hair was burnt a lot, her tattered women's clothes, and the dull male voice were indescribably weird.

He Mu was carried back by Leshan. As soon as he arrived at the sect, Leshan couldn't bear it anymore and threw him to the ground and fell asleep.

Only Lin Wanshu was dressed cleanly in white, with only a hint of exhaustion in her eyes.

A few people had a good rest and realized it later, but what about Ming Fan? Where has their little junior sister gone?

At this time, Mingfan's leg was bleeding, and he was trying hard to push out, ah no, half an egg.

Who knows why she had set up a barrier, but there was still an egg trapped in the barrier. She was just concentrating on regulating her breath, and suddenly there was a sharp pain in her leg. When she woke up, she saw half an egg.

Inside the egg, a pitch-black animal head poked out. The lower body was still wrapped in gray eggshell. The eyes of the animal head had not yet opened, but its teeth bit deeply into Ming Fan's thigh, and blood was continuously sucked into its mouth.

Ming Fan pushed it, grinning in pain, and in anger, slapped it with one hand, slap it to death, slap it all to death, it was annoying in the first place.

The little beast opened its eyes, revealing a pair of blue eyes. He blinked curiously at Mingfan, and Gulu rolled down.

In Mingfan's mind, a voice sounded: "Mother?"

Mingfan's mouth twitched, mother? I'm still your dad.

The little beast tilted its head as if confused, blinked, but still obeyed and shouted: "Daddy."

Ming Fan stared at the half egg: "..." Is it a joke sent by the monkey?

She never thought that one day she would be a father.