The sick and charming male god of fast transmigration wants to hug

Having decided to confront the demons head-on, there was a silent wave in the Yushan gate in an instant, and all the disciples who maintained their strength volunteered to meet the demon emperor with the elders.

For several days in a row, the disciples were either looking for their own master or on their way to find their master. After a thousand years of peace, they finally waited for the rebirth of the Demon Emperor. The young immortal cultivators were all excited, eager to go forward and kill the demon clan.

Among them was Bai Lin.

Jing Shan looked at the straight little apprentice standing in front of him, with an unpredictable expression, "Give me a reason."

The little apprentice in his memory was not a person who liked to join in the fun, he was probably spoiled by his senior brothers and sisters, but he didn't want to face any troubles, and he would come back and drag his senior brothers to accompany him to solve them.

His little apprentice has really changed a lot.

Bai Lin was tall and straight, with firm eyes, "I have gone down the mountain and experienced it, and I am experienced in dealing with demons, and I don't worry about Master going there alone."

"Are you worried about Master or Senior Brother?" Jing Shan laughed.

"I don't need a senior brother." Bai Lin looked cold, turning a deaf ear to Jing Yao's name.

"You guys." Jing Shan had heard a little bit about their senior brothers, because Bai Lin's temperament had changed a lot in recent days, he only said that he had no senior brothers, and he remained indifferent even in front of Jing Yao.

Although they guessed what it was about, since they didn't confess, their sudden mention might only arouse their rebellion and make things worse.

In Jing Shan's heart, he still hopes to see the reconciliation of the former brothers and sisters.

"That's all, then you go along and get ready before the day after tomorrow."

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Two days later, there were hundreds of people at the gate, standing at the front were elders from various peaks, beside them were their own disciples, and behind them were some disciples from the inner sect.

Everyone was in high spirits and seemed extremely excited about the upcoming events.

Master Qing Yi finished explaining to the people who stayed behind at the Yushan Gate, and said, "Let's go."

All of a sudden, everyone took out their magic weapons and headed down the mountain.The location agreed with the Mozu was some distance away from Penglai. They had to cross a waterway and then walk a section of land. It was already afternoon when they arrived at their destination.

The surrounding area was desolate, the scorching sun scorched the earth, not a single blade of grass grew on the dry and brown land, everyone stayed at Yushan Gate for a long time, how could they bear it, some disciples fainted on the ground with fever all over after a while.

"It seems that I haven't seen you for so many years, and the disciples of Xianmen are really declining." A majestic voice approached from far away, as if floating from the sky, surrounded the crowd, and there were sarcasm and ridicule from time to time in that voice.

"Since we've arrived, why bother to hide it?" a disciple shouted angrily.

"Naive." Echou smiled sarcastically, "The emperor is still far away from this place, how can you call it a cover-up."

"It's such a deep internal force." Daoist Qing Yi stroked his beard, and he was able to transmit the voice from thousands of miles away, indicating that the Demon Emperor's strength had recovered to at least half.

"Afraid of what he will do, he is just here to ask for someone, and we don't know where the prince of the demon race is. If we forcefully seek trouble, we will not be afraid." The elder comforted.

"Yes, yes, we are afraid of what the devil will do! Just hit him!"