After dressing up as a demon

The Demon Lord is out!

This news, at the moment when the extremely strong coercion penetrated Bi Yuntian, has been spread by many means.

Jiang Yundu personally ordered and acted.

What is there in the Chiyue Forest that is worth such a big fight?

But when all parties got the news, all the disciples had already left Biyuntian and moved forward at full speed.

Along the way, the people from the Thirteenth Palace also arrived one after another, not daring to stop, they joined the flow of people.

The envoy who was acquainted with Feng Huan tentatively asked, "Guardian Zuo, who are we?"

Feng Huan didn't know the inside story, and he didn't dare to ask.

He has followed his master for nearly a thousand years, and he has never seen his master get angry. The more he is at this time, the more he understands the truth of being cautious in words and deeds.

but……

He looked at Chi Yuelin from afar.

This is where Shen Cang left the letter and left with his master.

Something happened to Shen Cang.

This thought crossed his mind, and Feng Huan's heart sank.

He knows the intimacy between Shen Cang and his master best.

If something really happened to Shen Cang, based on the master's concern for Shen Cang...

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy Feng Huan felt.

He raised his hand.

The branch hall beside him who still wanted to ask questions subconsciously shut his mouth tightly.

Feng Huan raised his hand above his head and waved forward heavily: "Quick!"

As soon as the voice fell, the sword was the first to speed up, leaving no energy left.

Even so, he didn't see his master for a moment along the way, only halfway, his heart jumped, and the tyrannical and incomparable aura faintly spread from the direction of Chiyue Forest, penetrating the world!

Being so far away, but still being aware of it, the power of the master's angry blow can be seen!

"The right protector, the envoy of the Thirteenth Hall, and follow me to help the suzerain!" Feng Huan immediately made a decision, "The rest of the others, go with all their strength, and make no mistakes!"

"Yes!!"

The disciples' reply echoed across the sky.

Feng Huan and others flickered in the thick lingering sounds.

When the 15 people rushed to the sky above the Chiyue Forest, they fanned forward and quickly approached the midpoint of the battle!

The brilliant afterglow in the sky has been shrouded in heavy clouds.

In the cloudy clouds, thunder rolls, and the wind is strong, brewing the depression that is about to come.

Feng Huan held his breath against the coercion and moved forward.

In the air, the figure who dare not look directly at the blazing sun stands in the wind in the dazzling glare.

Under his feet, the chilling sword intent was ruthless and cold, sweeping the jungle like a destructive force, and everywhere it passed was a mess.

The coercion comparable to gods and demons descended on the heads of every old clan in the depths of the Chiyue Forest, forcing everyone to tremble and crouch like animals.

Tribes from all over the country came out to resist together!

The mysterious power of the totem protects the territory on the ground and confronts Jiang Yundu in the air.

The almost impenetrable spear was thrown upwards from among the forest leaves, but it turned into dust before touching Jiang Yundu's sleeves, and scattered with the wind.

Feng Huan stopped far away, didn't ask any more questions, and signaled to the others one by one, and immediately shot, together with Jiang Yundu to suppress the stubborn resistance of the old clan.

The old clan was only afraid of Jiang Yundu. Seeing the helper, they rushed to the sky and grabbed 15 people, intending to drag them to the ground to surround and kill them.

Jiang Yundu was condescending, but there was an impatience in his eyes that he had never experienced before.

The imprint of spiritual consciousness on Shen Cang's body has been isolated, it must be caused by the devil energy.

Dealing with nine people alone, how should he escape, and where is he now.

There seemed to be a flash of Shen Cang's smile when he parted for the last time in front of his eyes——

Jiang Yundu put his five fingers together.

The tightness across his chest was fleeting and undetectable.

Only the sword intent submerged in the jungle has deepened again, and the pressure on the resisting crowd has increased sharply!

Seeing that the retreating tribe finally took the initiative to attack, Jiang Yundu's eyes turned slightly.

Not far away, the old clan who rushed towards the 15 people suddenly grabbed their throats with both hands, kicked their legs and flew upside down, struggling in vain.

"Tell the whereabouts of the Yanbao clan, and you will save yourself from death."

The wheat-colored faces of the old clansmen swelled red from suffocation.

Hearing Jiang Yundu's words, one of them spoke out with difficulty:

"Pooh!"

As soon as the words fell, his body suddenly swelled and exploded with a "bang"!

Scarlet blood wrapped in minced meat was splashed all over the body, and the other 14 people shook violently, all of them were shocked by the ruthless killing.

Jiang Yundu looked at the next person.

The other party gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "Dream!"

"boom!"

The warm bloody smell rushed to the face again, and several people couldn't help breathing quickly.

Then came the third and fourth times——

Jiang Yundu's increasingly cold eyes turned to the next person.

The latter hesitated for a while.

"boom!"

"I said! I said!" Another layer of stickiness covered it, and the sixth person broke down and shouted, "I know where the Yanbao tribe is!"

Jiang Yundu took a step forward: "Speak."

The sixth person pointed to the distance on the ground: "It's at Chiyuejian!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt his body loosen, and he fell straight down together with the remaining nine people.

The afterimage of Jiang Yundu appeared several times in the air, and in the blink of an eye, it had reached the sky above Chiyuejian.

Blue and red totem runes float faintly among the trees.

Among the Yanbao tribe, the patriarch Yanli roared violently: "Be alert!"

Jiang Yundu's sword fell from the sky in his words, and landed on the protective barrier with a crash, the impact was earth-shattering!

The vegetation shook and the ground caved in.

Yan Li looked at it, his eyes were uncertain, he gestured to the left and right, and then looked into the depths of the jungle.

The two on the left and right swallowed: "Patriarch, this foreigner is too powerful, can we stop him?"

"If you can't stop it, you have to block it!" Yan Li shouted, "Go!"

After Jiang Yundu died, Feng Huan's 15 people also pressed down quickly.

More than 15 people.

Lightning and thunder, ready to go!

In Tianji, the first batch of Biyuntian disciples has arrived.

The stream of spiritual power that covered the sky and the sun followed the footsteps of the suzerain and sank into the Chiyue Forest one after another.

Jiang Yundu's consciousness swept across the territory of the Yanbao tribe, and his complexion did not improve at all.

Shen Cang is not here.

The demons did not form formations in the Yanbao tribe.

The lore sword intent suddenly became fierce!

"kill."

The Demon Lord's voice sounded from heaven and earth, and the disciples responded loudly, the shouts of killing were deafening!

The incision between Jiang Yundu's eyebrows was so deep that it tightened.

The anxiety in his chest was so clear for a moment that he could feel it.

He shouldn't have agreed with Shen Cang to go deep into the Chiyue Forest.

It shouldn't be trapped by the deposit seal and lose Shen Cang's trace.

Two mistakes made Shen Cang's life and death uncertain.

Jiang Yundu's jaw tensed slightly, as cold as iron.

He glanced around in a blink of an eye, his tone revealed his heart, and there was a hint of anxiety that he didn't know.

"Shen Cang!"

—

far away.

in the array.

Shen Cang got rid of the entanglement of several people, and was pulling away in the opposite direction, when he suddenly felt something and looked to the left.

But the surrounding area is surrounded by a vast expanse of whiteness, the white mist cuts off all information from the outside world, and it is dead silent.

The next moment, a hurried horn passed through the white mist.

When the two people who were chasing after heard the sound of the trumpet, they hurriedly stopped, ignoring other things, and immediately left!

This is the biggest difference between the Juesha formation and the formation here.

People from the Yanbao tribe will not be affected in any way here.

Like him, their strength is no different from those outside the formation, and they are not alone.

But they also knew that a cultivator would be suppressed in the magic circle, so they led him here all the way, and only after they found that he was not the same as ordinary cultivators did they attack in anger.

Fortunately, the sudden coercion distracted the opponent, which gave him an opportunity to take advantage of.

It's just that there are dangers in the magic circle, and he can't relax at the moment.

Shen Cang covered his chest and coughed lightly, the blood from his lips dripped down the back of his hands, he couldn't help but smile wryly.

Old wounds are not healed, and new ones are added.

Since he came to the world of comprehension, his injuries haven't gotten better.

In the current state, it is not suitable for further exploration.

He glanced at the map, and Yu Jian left the range of the formation.

The moment he rushed out of the white mist, he saw the mixed and surging spiritual power fluctuations in the distance.

The horns sounded continuously one after another, indicating the current situation of the Yanbao clan.

Is there a cultivator fighting against the Yanbao clan?

In any case, the opponent was obviously powerless to target him anymore.

Shen Cang's figure swayed slightly, and he landed and leaned sideways by the tree, finally having a short rest.

He casually wiped away the blood on the corner of his lips, suddenly his eyes shone slightly, and Yu Jian turned around!

Seeing the person coming, Shen Cang couldn't help being surprised: "Sect Master Jiang?"

Hearing this address, Jiang Yundu stopped, raised his hand slightly behind his back, looked at the mottled blood on his neckline, and then looked up at him: "You are injured."

"I'm fine." Shen Cang leaned on the sword with one hand, "Thank you Sect Master Jiang for saving my life."

Mozun appeared in Chiyue Forest, and he was not surprised to see him. He must know his itinerary. The timing is so perfect, it can't be a coincidence.

Jiang Yundu said, "Let's go."

He cast too much spells today, his state has long been unstable, and the ensuing surge of energy and blood is hard to suppress, he must return to Biyuntian to adjust his breath as soon as possible.

At this time, Feng Huan rushed over: "Sect Master, the Yanbao clan has been destroyed, do you want to kill them all?"

Shen Cang swept behind him: "Where's Jiang Yeqing?"

Feng Huan subconsciously looked at Jiang Yundu, seeing that his master didn't intend to speak, he said, "Jiang Yeqing is still in the sect."

Shen Cang frowned slightly: "Is he injured?"

Feng Huan blurted out: "Of course not!"

Shen Cang frowned deeper.

Staying in Biyuntian without being injured is not the other party's usual style of doing things.

Jiang Yundu's tactic was enough to suppress the abnormal movement in his body, but he saw Shen Cang walking straight in front of him without looking at him.

"Where is Jiang Yeqing?" Shen Cang looked at Feng Huan, "Please protect the left to take me to see him."

Feng Huan looked at Jiang Yundu begging for help: "This..."

Shen Cang followed his gaze and met Shangjiang Yundu's cold eyes.

This look is a bit familiar——

Before Shen Cang had time to take a closer look, Jiang Yundu had already turned around: "He is in Bihua Palace."

Feng Huan breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes!"

As Biyuntian Sect Master, the other party has no reason to lie.

Shen Cang had no doubts, and turned to Jiang Yundu's back and said: "Today's kindness will be repaid tomorrow."

After saying that, he used a spirit-gathering pill, and set off with Feng Huan to return to Biyuntian.

When he came to the side hall, a figure sitting cross-legged was indeed in the gathering spirit array.

Hearing footsteps, Jiang Yundu didn't open his eyes.

However, the sound of footsteps stopped by the door, and within two breaths, he turned and walked away.

Jiang Yundu clenched his hands tightly, and floated up with a sullen face.

Shen Cang followed the sound and looked over: "Is the injury serious?"

As the realm diminishes, the avatar is naturally involved.

Since the breath adjustment, the qi and blood have only calmed down a little, but they have not recovered completely.

But Jiang Yundu didn't answer, just said: "Sit down."

Shen Cang tried to decline: "No need."

Jiang Yundu looked at him in a blink of an eye.

Shen Cang had no choice but to go to the futon and sit down.

Feeling the strong spiritual power pouring into his dantian from behind, he looked at the wall in front of him, and said in a soft tone inadvertently, "Are you angry?"

Jiang Yundu also looked at the shadow on the wall.

"Still angry that I let you go first?" Shen Cang said, "If I make you worry, I apologize to you."

"Apologize to me?" Jiang Yundu finally said, "If Bi Yuntian hadn't gone, how would you end up today? Treat your life like a joke, Shen Cang, how many lives do you think you have to let you do whatever you want?"

"Bi Yuntian went to Chiyue Forest because of you, which means—" Halfway through the sentence, the spiritual power in his dantian fluctuated, Shen Cang paused, and changed his words, "You are right, I will always listen to you from now on."

Jiang Yundu raised his palm and patted him on the back shoulder. When he turned around, he looked into his eyes and said softly:

"You'd better remember that."

—

After half an hour.

Jiang Yundu stopped his momentum and stood up.

Looking at Shen Cang who was already lying on the bed and sleeping soundly, he stopped by the bed for a long time, and then left in a flash when there was a sound outside the door.

"Master." Feng Huan waited in front of the gate of Bihua's front hall, saw Jiang Yundu come back, and cupped his hands to report, "Spiritual master sent a message, the last part of the reincarnation mirror has fallen, but Shen Cang is seriously injured—"

Jiang Yundu walked forward slowly with his hands behind his back. Hearing this, he looked at him in a blink of an eye.

Feng Huan's heart skipped a beat, trying to recall whether he said something wrong just now.

Chi Yuelin and his party were over, but his master, Yu Wei, was still there, which made him feel uneasy.

Followed by.

He heard the master speak.

"The ingenious Yixuan pill, is there any left?"

"..." Feng Huan lowered his head, "Master, there is indeed a bottle."

Yixuan Pill, the secret golden pill made by the spiritual master, is a veritable holy medicine for healing.

but……

Reincarnation mirror!

Feng Huan didn't dare to remind him aloud.

He mentioned Daoist Lingji for the reincarnation mirror, not for the Yixuan Dan! !