Demon Venerable's Cub Raising Career [Traveling]

As soon as these words came out, the surroundings were quiet, and the original dissatisfaction caused by the sudden disappearance of the hidden cat disappeared instantly. They looked at each other with different expressions.

"Xiao Yin, do you really understand clearly?"

Yinmao took a deep breath, his feet were almost so soft that he lost his strength, he leaned on the plane tree, his cat ears drooped, and said softly: "How can you admit your mistake."

Cang Xiangxun, the genius disciple of the Seven Luminaries Sect who slaughtered most of the demon cultivators in Xixiu Mountain by himself.

In the dark night, the sword light was fierce, and the screams, cursing, and begging for mercy still echoed in my ears; I don't know whether it was luck or misfortune, but he was the only survivor in that massacre.

The body of the Nine-Faced Demon, with 87 dark holes under its jurisdiction, nearly [-] blood cultivators and demon cultivators disappeared overnight, causing a sensation in the small half of the Demon Realm; and the civet is hiding, as the only spirit that escaped from the dark hole, the Hidden Cat looked at it again. Seeing that Shura, in addition to being afraid of himself, he also had an indescribable longing——

As an innate charm, she has admiration for the strong.

The more depressed the stronger.

"Why did people from the Seven Luminaries Sect come to the Demon Banquet?" Someone in Jingmei suddenly asked, "Could it be that he wants to wait for an opportunity to kill..."

"It's absolutely impossible," Meihu said coldly, "What they are holding is the green slip."

"them?"

"There is also a young man in a red robe," Meihu said, "The strange thing is, I didn't notice any aura on him."

There was silence all around, and the girl known as the young patriarch sighed softly: "That's all."

She looked at the lifeless ancient temple in the distance, and said firmly: "Just follow the original plan, we don't have much time."

After breaking the last restriction with the green bamboo slips, Lian Ji strode into the door, and the scene in front of him merged with the fragments in his memory.He didn't stop for a moment, walked through the doorway with ease, chose a long and narrow dark road that could pass almost all the seats, his eyes kept wandering among the crowd, as if he was looking for something.

Cang Xiangxun pursed his lips tightly, and followed Lian Ji without saying a word——

He knew very well whose territory Lugu belonged to. Seeing Lian Ji walking briskly at this moment, he suddenly remembered that Lian Ji and Ning Feng had spent dozens of years here again, and the chill all over his body became heavier and heavier.

The scalding temperature coming from the side of his arm made Lian Ji, who was still patrolling around, pause; he pressed the imprint calmly, closed his eyes and meditated for a moment, and said in a slightly helpless tone: "After I came here with Ning Feng, he began to practice in seclusion. We've gone, we haven't had much contact."

Cang Xiangxun was taken aback by someone's thought, and then he turned his head unnaturally. The water lanterns condensed into ice sculptures on the edge of the hall were re-ignited, and the path was suddenly much brighter, and the people coming and going on the hall mat at the end could be vaguely seen.

Lian Ji shifted his gaze to the cat-shaped water lamp at the end, turned his mind slightly, and said casually, "Do you still recognize that Jingmei just now?"

"What spirit?"

"The cat charm in front of the water mirror."

"That boy in yellow?" Cang Xiangxun thought for a moment, "I have no impression of him."

"It seems to know you." Lian Ji said as he walked.

"Know me?" Cang Xiangxun murmured: "Jingmei can't improve his cultivation by himself, most of the vassal demon cultivators survive, and it and I..."

In the middle of speaking, Cang Xiangxun suddenly fell silent, Lian Ji raised his eyes to meet his gaze, and said in a low voice: "Xiexiu Mountain."

"He should have seen you in Xixiu Mountain."

Cang Xiangxun narrowed his eyes, tightening the phalanges in his sleeves a little bit.

Qiyaozong, Xixiu Mountain, Nine-faced Demon, the high-ranking venerable.

How to make all the demon cultivators recognize a demon who was born as a spiritual cultivator and once slaughtered demons like crazy?

Imposing and absolute force to suppress.

It's a life-or-death situation.

Lian Ji naturally understood the deep meaning, he stretched out his hand around the fingertips of Shang Xun Xun Weiliang, "There is no need to worry too much."

The red robe reflected the clear face, and the arrogance in the eyes was even brighter.

"If it's a dead end, you and I will act rashly. If it's a dead end, we'll fight our way out."

Although I have lost my cultivation, I am not equivalent to a useless person.

The hand was warm to the touch, and the turmoil in his heart was soothed. Cang Xiangxun turned his head to look at Lian Ji, and a familiar figure in the illusion suddenly appeared in his mind, with a golden crown and a yellow robe, and his eyebrows were open.

The original calm and mature mask should have been torn off long ago.

That's how he should be.

Casual, proud, willful.

This is Lian Ji.

Unreservedly, the most authentic Lian Ji.

Cang Xiangxun laughed silently, he held Lian Ji's hand tightly, his eyes darkened and said: "Since we're here, we're left with a dead end."

In addition to the seats in the Banquet of Demons, there is also a distinction between upper and lower seats, which are all separated by screens; there are not many honored seats, the upper seat is in the middle, and the lower seats are eight lower seats.

Lian Ji had already guessed that it would not be too easy to be seated this time, but he didn't expect the trouble to come so quickly.

As soon as the front foot stepped into the restraint, and before the blue slips were taken out in his hand, he heard a clear voice from the hall: "The Venerable Heavenly Tribulation of Lingxiao Peak is seated."

As soon as the words fell, hundreds of pairs of eyes looked over in an instant.

With a calm expression on Lian Ji's face, he put the jade slip into the mouth of the spirit jade beast in front of the hall, a wisp of blue smoke rose slowly, and a halo suddenly appeared on one of the main seats in the middle.

Honorable seat, superior.

"Honorable Heavenly Tribulation? It's just a man who relies on external forces to become a demon, and who happens to attract the cultivation of the way of heaven. He is also worthy of this title?"

There was a sound of sneering, and a coercion mixed with a lot of magic breath surged, forming an airtight net in an instant.An old man at the bottom of the respected seat was holding a gold bottle, staring at the red liquid in the cup, and said disdainfully: "Dong Li has not left the retreat, and Qing Xun hired such a kid to make up for it?"

The magic net has no substance and moves very fast. Just as it was about to enclose the two of them, some ice crystals suddenly appeared around; Take a look, there is a dark breath flowing in every vein of the net.

Cang Xiangxun didn't seem to feel the killing intent, he waved his sleeve lightly, the ice net shattered in response, the cold air dissipated the magic breath, leaving only ice balls on the ground.

Stepping on the boots, there was a clicking sound.

"It's meaningless to fight with words. If you don't accept it, you can fight with me."

The voice was flat and not provocative, as if he was narrating a very ordinary thing, Cang Xiangxun didn't stop on his feet, although he didn't raise his eyes, his words only pointed at Zhou Ao.

The atmosphere seemed to be solidified, those with low seats would naturally not miss such a good show, while those with high seats were disdainful but still had a trace of uncontrollable excitement.

A one-eyed man at the table jumped up when he heard the words, "What a brat who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, what kind of shit is the Venerable Heavenly Tribulation, I will first see how capable you are."

Before the words fell, a ray of purple light fell from the sky, and was sealed by the ice blade the moment it touched Cang Xiangxun. Cang Xiangxun's eyes froze, and Qian Yin followed the trend, breaking through layers of demon miasma, pointing only at the man's forehead.

The sword energy was sharp and the killing intent was fierce. The man wanted to retreat, but at some point his feet were frozen and connected to the ground, making him unable to move.

In an instant, four beams of light flashed onto the man's body, the man only heard the sound of breaking, and Tianling felt a dull pain; the sword intent seemed to be blocked by something, and it didn't completely hit him.

When he fully saw the situation, the ground he was stepping on had cracked, and there was sticky blood on the top of his head, running across his cheeks, and dripping slowly on the ground.

what happened?

Ren Tong came back to his senses, and looked down the stage, another person at the same table had already fought with Cang Xiangxun, but unexpectedly he did not have the upper hand in terms of momentum.

Zhou Ao sat in the honored seat, the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became.

In the late stage of distraction, the sixfold sword spirit.

He put away his contempt, turned his gaze to the pale one-eyed man, pursed his lips and remained silent.

The four demons still couldn't completely block the sword intent, and the people at the table really didn't make much progress and couldn't become great weapons.

Zhou Ao curled his fingers while thinking, he stared at Cang Xiangxun, a little dark light condensed on his fingertips, which was not conspicuous.

Such arrogance cannot be tolerated.

"The next job." An indifferent voice suddenly sounded in his ear, Zhou Ao was taken aback for a moment, and saw a red-robed young man sitting in the chief seat at some point, staring at the battle situation motionlessly at this moment.

Is he... the one who came in with Cang Xiangxun?

When did you sit here?

The halo on the fingertips disappeared in an instant, Zhou Ao swept across Lian Ji's face, subconsciously protruded out his magic consciousness, and his pupils trembled slightly.

This person has no cultivation base.

Zhou Ao frowned, the sense of crisis just now was gone.

It's true that a dog follows its master, even a trash dares to sit in the seat of honor.

Insane!

The fingertips were lit up with a halo again, Zhou Ao swept across the audience, and Tong Cang was already at a disadvantage to those who were looking for a hand, he sneered, and just as he was about to make a move, a small spark exploded from his palm.

Although it has no power, it is enough to disrupt the magic breath that has just been condensed.

At the same time, Cang Xiangxun had already sealed the person into the ice layer, Lian Ji's eyebrows trembled slightly, his eyes swept over Ren Tong and the people on the ground, and slowly moved to Zhou Ao, his thin lips moved slightly, and said lightly: "I'm right." It's you, Master Mi Du, Zhou Ao."

Lian Ji's voice is not loud, but all the people here are demon cultivators above Nascent Soul, how could they not hear it?

Unexpectedly, a trash with no cultivation would dare to play tricks under his nose, Zhou Ao was furious, and when he met Lian Ji's slightly mocking gray eyes, he was even more furious.

"Speak wild words!"

Zhou Ao flipped his cuffs, flew up, and the aura around him broke out like a black flood dragon, approaching Lianji. At the same time, a cold light flashed quickly, the killing intent was violent and pure, Kunpeng neighed, his wings were sharp, and he slashed After removing half of Zhou Ao's body, he shot straight into the sky, and the wind and waves under his wings knocked him to the ground again.

Kunpeng Surf, breaks the enemy with one move.

Zhou Ao couldn't hide his shock on his face, he rolled to Lian Ji's feet, leaving behind dark bloodstains.

"Impossible, impossible!" Zhou Ao leaned on the ground, his face crazy: "It's just a distraction, even if you take the magic vine, the six-fold sword soul will not have such power, how can you defeat my distraction demon with one move?" Yu..."

"Sixfold?" Lian Ji looked down at the people on the ground and said calmly, "Who told you about Sixfold?"

Zhou Ao paused when he heard the words, his eyes were about to split.

He suddenly jumped up and rushed towards Lian Ji, but was kicked away by Lian Ji.

When the ice blade approached again, a cyan sword light slashed towards the edge of the blade, and the two sword qi met, creating a cross sword mark in the center of the banquet. It spread, and I couldn't help stepping back a few feet.

When the sword light dissipated, Zhou Ao was lying dying in the ruins.

The red robe was stained with a little blood, Lian Ji untied the clothes and threw them on Zhou Ao's body, caught sight of the blue clothes from the corner of his eyes, and silently sneered.