Mrs. Fox is too serious!

On this side, Mu Chang brought out the magic weapon Nine Dragons Ancient Mirror, temporarily stabilizing the situation, but there was some stalemate on the Fenghua Valley side.

As soon as they arrived at the eye of the formation, they saw several members of the Demon Cult defending the formation.

He was wearing a Taoist robe, but his body was full of hostility and red, and his tone was also arrogant.

It was the weird people I saw when I was at the inn today.

Being able to take out the soul-calling banner shows that these demon cultists are not some mob, and they are obviously prepared to set up the formation so quickly.

Yin Li is the eldest sister of the others, and she is also the most proud one. She doesn't take those Demon Cultists seriously at all.

Before they could utter nonsense, they drew their swords and rushed over, fighting with several people with a little force.

Lan Yiyou stood aside, frowning tightly, she faintly felt that something was wrong.

The eye of this formation is the five-faced bright red soul-calling flag, and the few people guarding the eye of the formation all ran to fight with the senior sister, but no one protected the soul-calling flag, which is really weird.

Under the siege of several members of the demon sect, Yin Li seemed to be able to handle it with ease. Her moves were full of murderous intentions, and the kung fu of half a stick of incense injured the two of them.

"Pull the flag."

Under Yin Li's order, the several seniors and sisters beside Lan Yiyou moved towards the place where the flag was planted.

Lan Yiyou didn't have time to say anything, but just shouted to Yin Li.

"Senior sister, be careful of fraud."

Yin Li didn't feel any threat from these people at all, so he replied coldly.

"Just a few rabble."

But as soon as she finished speaking, the three seniors who were going to pull up the flag suddenly let out an exclamation, and then a thin black shadow quickly passed between the three of them.

Immediately afterwards, the three senior sisters froze and fell to the ground.

"what happened?"

Yin Li's expression changed when he was fighting with several people, he was distracted and almost got stabbed.

Sure enough, he was plotted against, Lan Yiyou frowned, drew his sword and swept away.

As soon as she landed next to the senior sisters, she felt a dangerous aura, a black shadow clinging to the soul-calling flag rushed towards her, and at the same time, she smelled a monster aura.

Lan Yiyou stood still, looking at the black shadow that was rushing, the long sword glowing with blue light in his hand was like lightning, and he saw an afterimage and slashed at the black shadow.

Just when the sword was about to hit the black shadow, You Lan's sword energy was reflected on the black shadow's face, and Lan Yiyou could see his face clearly.

A childish face with deep fear and despair.

It was too late for Lan Yiyou to take back the sword he had slashed out, but the black shadow was surprisingly fast. When the sword was about to hit his face head-on, he stopped suddenly, and then jumped back nimbly, and hid himself in the center of the square. Under a flag in the center.

Lan Yiyou looked at the boy hiding behind the flag, and immediately recognized that it was a little silver ring snake.

The little snake demon turned into a humanoid boy of seven or eight years old, dressed in rags and emaciated, with a small snake-shaped silver mark between his eyebrows.

He seemed to be terrified, his eyes were full of fear and despair, he curled up tremblingly, staring at the long sword in Lan Yiyou's hand with wide eyes in horror.

Lan Yiyou's eyes fell on his neck. There was a demon chain around his neck, his neck was already bloody from being strangled, and the other end of the chain was tied to the spirit-calling flag in the center.

It seems that the members of the Demon Cult regard this little snake demon as a banner guard.

Lan Yiyou took a look at the little snake demon, and seeing that he didn't dare to act rashly, he knelt down to check the injuries of the three senior sisters.

The three senior sisters were all bitten on their wrists, and they didn't pass out, but were paralyzed by the poison of the snake demon and couldn't move.

The three of them were unaware that there was a small snake coiled on the soul-calling banner, and the speed of the little silver-ringed snake monster was too fast for people to react, so they were bitten.

Lan Yiyou took out three detoxification pills and fed them, and they slowly recovered.

After resuming their actions, they stood up, all showing shame, and thanked Lan Yiyou. .

"Thank you, Junior Sister Lan, we were careless and let this little snake demon succeed in a surprise attack."

Lan Yiyou nodded without saying anything, then turned to look.

Seeing that the person bitten by him recovered so quickly, the little snake demon was so frightened that it turned into its own body. A small snake the size of a thumb was entangled on the flagpole of the summoning banner, its small head was hidden behind the pole motionless, and it was closed. His eyes were trembling, and he didn't even dare to spit out the letter.

The demon-locking chain around his neck still changes in size as his body changes, and is firmly locked on his neck.

The members of the demon sect who were fighting with Yin Li were already at a disadvantage, and seeing the little snake demon lost his hand, they seemed to know that they had underestimated these righteous disciples, so they wanted to escape.

But Yin Li didn't give them a chance at all. She raised her long sword and hung in the air. The orange-yellow spiritual energy gushed out of her body and merged into the sword like a thick fog that was visible to the naked eye.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew up out of thin air in the small town sealed off by the barrier, and the sound of howling wind was mixed with the sound of swords being drawn out of their sheaths.

In the pitch-black sky outside the barrier, the layers of dark clouds were suddenly dispersed, and the bright moon hanging in the sky finally revealed its true colors, shedding pale white moonlight, covering Yin Li who was dressed in white.

The absolute coercion of the spiritual fluctuations with the breath of death made the faces of the leading demon cult members change.

"Damn, go, go."

The sword energy was already approaching the back, and it was too late to run again, the members of the Devil's Cult put their minds to one side, and sent their natal magical artifacts to block in front of them.

The vortex formed by the condensed sword energy slammed into several members of the Demon Cult, and then swept them into it.

When the screams disappeared, the sword energy also dissipated, and then everyone saw clearly that there was a pile of bloody pieces of flesh exuding a fishy smell on the ground.

If ordinary people saw such a situation, they would have already vomited again and again in their stomachs.

Yin Li fell slowly, her face was slightly pale and tired, the mighty Yufeng Sword Art just used one move, it seemed as if all the spiritual power in her body was exhausted.

With a cold face, she gave orders to several junior sisters.

"Break the array."

"Senior sister, there is still a little snake demon guarding the formation."

Yin Li glanced contemptuously at the little silver snake perched on the flagpole, snorted coldly and took a step forward with his long sword clenched tightly.

"You still need to ask me, except for it, of course."

The little snake demon understood human language, and felt the murderous aura coming towards it even more, and jumped down from the flagpole in fear, trying to escape.

But the demon-locking chain that tightly strangled its neck had a ring of sharp spikes stabbing into its flesh, and any movement would cause a piercing pain.

The little snake curled up and struggled on the muddy ground, trying to break free from the demon chain. Around its neck was a circle of upturned flesh, and the bright red snake blood mixed with the mud on its body. After a while, it struggled. He didn't move anymore, lying on the ground dying, curled up into a ball, and didn't move.

Lan Yiyou looked away, feeling a little unbearable in her eyes, she reached out her hand to stop Yin Li.

Under Yin Li's puzzled eyes, Lan Yiyou explained.

"Senior Sister, I think it seems to be trapped here, why don't you let it live first, maybe you can learn about the tricks of those demons from its mouth."

A senior sister nodded in agreement.

"Junior Sister is right. These demon cultists are trying to take advantage of the Lun Dao Conference to make trouble, and a few mobs dare to kill us with the spirit summoning banner. Maybe they have some other conspiracy."

After Yin Li thought for a while, he agreed to keep the little snake demon.

"Since the two junior sisters have said so, let's save this little demon for now and deal with it later."

After breaking the formation and pulling out the flag, a red light rushed from the center of the formation.

The red light soaring to the sky is like the first ray of sunlight that dispels the darkness in the morning.

The gate formed by the four streams of black mist surrounding the barrier suddenly disappeared without a trace.

And in mid-air, the barrier of red light surrounding the entire town was visible to the naked eye, like a broken bronze mirror, peeling off one by one, and then completely disappeared.

The people in front of the inn felt the barrier was broken, and knew that Fenghuagu's disciples had broken the formation.

Seeing that everyone was overjoyed, they all stopped, and the remaining ghouls were not surrounded by the barrier, and started to run away in all directions.

Holding the Nine Dragons Ancient Mirror in his hand, Mu Chang said solemnly to the crowd.

"Everyone, although the formation is broken, I will not let any of the remaining ghouls go. If we let them wander around, we may harm innocent people."

What Mu Shang said made sense, and she was a famous genius in Qingyun Palace. Everyone obeyed her instructions and began to eliminate the remaining ghouls.

It's just that the female monk who loves to criticize the most can't help but sarcastically in a low voice.

"Are people from these sects so bossy?"

Mu Chang pretended not to hear her, and directed everyone to work together to clean up the remaining ghouls around the town.

Jiang Xundao followed several people from Qingyun Palace and swung his sword to kill the ghouls.

This was the first time Jiang Xundao had cast down demons since he went down the mountain, and he didn't feel intimidated by the fact that he was surrounded by many like-minded people fighting side by side.

The long sword in his hand became thinner and thinner as it was cut, as if holding a twig in his hand, and the purple energy lingering around the sword became more and more intense.

The golden bead in the mouth of the dragon head on the hilt of the sword trembled slightly, and also began to emit a faint golden light.

It was the first time that Jiang Xundao felt that her sword was a bit strange. When she swung it, she didn't need to use force, as if the sword had its own spiritual consciousness, and she took her own hand to chop.

But other people couldn't see the strangeness, they were too busy hunting ghouls to see her at all.

The only person who felt something strange was Lan Yiyou, who returned to the inn with several senior sisters.

As soon as he landed, he looked at Jiang Xundao who stood there blankly, frowning and looking at his sword in a daze.

Seeing her standing alone, Lan Yiyou walked over slowly.

Jiang Xundao was staring at his sword, the sword started to glow purple even without using her spiritual power, and the sword seemed a little dissatisfied that she didn't kill the ghoul again, there was a slight force dragging her hand, The tip of the sword pointed in the direction of the fleeing ghoul.

Just when she was puzzled, the sword in her hand suddenly lost its luster and lay motionless in her hand, just like an ordinary spirit sword.

Jiang Xundao raised his eyebrows in doubt, and then he felt someone approaching her. In the foul-smelling air, a cold orchid-like fragrance wafted into her nose.

Jiang Xundao's nose was very sharp, and she felt familiar with this smell, so she turned her head.

She saw Lan Yiyou who was frowning slightly standing behind her, staring at the long sword in her hand, as if he had sensed something was wrong.

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Is it seriously ugly?

It's so real. . . .

I have been hit so hard recently that I kind of want to stop writing. . . .