Tao Ziyi hurriedly put away the Lei Xiao Sword, her body moved, and she said without looking back: "While the blood spirit is not here now, go quickly!" ”

The more than forty people behind him saw the appearance of Lei Xiaojian, and they all lost interest, originally thought that it would be a refined treasure, but now at a glance, it is basically a waste product that has been broken by the thunder arc.

With Tao Ziyi's reminder, naturally these people did not hesitate, and flew in the direction of the exit of the secret realm. And at this time, the demon clan in the sky didn't see the appearance of the Lei Xiao Sword clearly, and when they saw a purple-clothed Terran female cultivator put away the Lei Xiao Sword, all of them had red eyes, and the brigade of thousands of people began to surround Tao Ziyi and the monks.

In this formation, no matter who is present, the psychology will be under tremendous pressure.

In just a moment, among the large group of demon clans, a small group of demon clans and a woman in purple were surrounded in the center.

"Little girl, hand over that little purple sword, and I'll let you go!" A snake-faced woman, her face was as white as a piece of paper, and she kept spitting snake letters, and her voice was extremely unpleasant.

"And you dozens of people, how can you get involved with a Terran woman! Don't you know that we are incompatible with the human race? "A man with flapping wings, his fangs shining coldly, his voice coming out of his nose;

"Does the Blood Bat Clan think their race is very strong? Dare to besiege our Snow Phoenix Clan? Although Miss Feng was nervous, she said coldly on the surface.

When most of the demon clans saw Miss Feng, they all bowed their heads, not daring to look at her, and the men and women who had spoken before also closed their mouths in embarrassment, not saying much. It's just that his eyes never left Tao Ziyi.

"Heh, dignified Feng Ling'er, how can she get involved with the human race, this is really big news!" A first-born single-horned pink-faced young man, at this time, played with the bamboo flute in his hand and looked at Feng Ling'er sarcastically;

"My Feng Ling'er's affairs, it's not your turn to take care of this earthworm!" Feng Ling'er saw the young man's face clearly, her pupils shrank, but her tone was not polite at all;

Tao Ziyi looked at the sun in the west, and suddenly said lightly: "It's getting dark!" ”

Feng Ling'er understood. Don't wait for the other person to speak. She said first: "That little purple sword, I saw it, it was originally a treasure of Tao Daoyou, but now it has been damaged by the heavenly thunder in the heavenly thunder pool. It became a scrap product. And. The little sword is just that. There are so many of you, even if you get it, how will you divide it?

What's more, right now. Although the blood spirit retreated, who knows when he will come back, and when the time comes, even if you grab the treasure, will you still have the life to go out? It's at least two days away from the exit, so I think we'd better get out of here! ”

"Joke! Just she's alone? Or are you dozens of people? Can it stand up to so many of us? No matter who gets the treasure, it's just a moment's effort, how much time can be delayed, besides, who believes what you say? The young man sneered, a look of disbelief on his face.

"In that case, fellow Daoist. Just show them! ”

Tao Ziyi shook her head helplessly, and finally took out the seemingly bad Purple Sandalwood Thunder Sword, held it in her hand, shook it around, and finally said: "If it weren't for the fact that I was afraid of the blood spirit slaughtering you, if you wanted to keep me, I'm afraid it wouldn't be easy!" ”

Many demon clans saw the 'scarred' purple sword, and they turned their heads in disappointment, not only secretly sighing that their fate was not good, but they originally thought it was some kind of treasure, and wanted to try their luck.

"Let's go!"

Tao Ziyi turned around, put away the small sword, and flew in the direction of the exit, a kind of demon cultivation, seeing that the small sword in Tao Ziyi's hand was a waste product, he didn't stop it, made a way, and let more than forty people fly out.

However, as soon as they flew out of the encirclement, they heard the voice of a young man behind them: "Wait"

"Gong Shiliang, are you finished?" Feng Ling'er's eyebrows stood up;

"Hehe, who knows if what she took out is the sword in the crack!"

"Gong Shiliang, don't take an inch!" Feng Ling'er's face sank like water, and she said coldly: "Dozens of us have already sent a signal to our family to send someone to pick us up, once we find out that we haven't gone out."

"Hehe, I didn't do anything to you, I just wanted that Terran woman!" Gong Shiliang's complexion changed, and he changed his tone and said;

The strength of their Red Horn Jiao and the Xue Feng clan is almost the same, but Xue Feng's talent and magical powers happen to be able to restrain their Red Horn Jiao clan, they are really desperate, it is difficult to say whether they will win or lose, and they need to pay a huge price to be able to deal with Xue Feng. Therefore, the two tribes hate each other, but because of the geographical relationship, there is rarely any fighting.

However, in terms of identity, he is a bit higher than Feng Ling'er's identity, so when facing Feng Ling'er, he is not very afraid. Moreover, that treasure, he had already seen that it was a thunder system, which was also extremely rare among natural magic weapons, so he desperately wanted to get it. This is inflammatory, pulling thousands of demon clans all on their side.

"You go, leave that woman behind!" The white-faced woman with the snake face before suddenly spoke out loud with the sound of broken glass;

"Everyone, more than forty of us can prove that the purple sword in Tao Daoyou's hand is the one in the Heavenly Thunder Pool, don't mistakenly believe the instigation of others!"

"yes, yes!" More than forty people opened their mouths together to prove to Tao Ziyi, and now all the demon cultivators also believed in most of them, and the demon clans who wanted to surround them no longer stepped forward, but just stood aside and watched the changes to see if there were any unexpected gains.

After such a stalemate for an hour, the sun was already below the horizon, although Tao Ziyi was wary of the surrounding demon clans, but her eyes had been paying attention to the Qingyu Valley in the distance.

Suddenly, there was a roar, and the monks turned their heads to look at it with a great change in their faces. In the distant sky, the blood mist that covered the sky rolled violently, faintly showing a hideous face on the appearance of the blood mist.

This face, with its bent horns and two rows of fangs, looms as the mouth opens and closes. Eyebrows, nose and eyes are all faintly visible. At this time, everyone remembered the existence of the blood spirit.

When Tao Ziyi saw the blood mist rolling, she knew that it was not good, and shouted: "Hurry up!" "The first one fled in the direction of the exit.

Feng Ling'er and Mu Tianfan followed closely behind. In the back were more than forty demon clan monks brought out by Tao Ziyi. And more demon clans followed closely behind them, like dark clouds.

Gong Shiliang didn't have the heart to think about any treasures anymore, the little sword, wrapped in a smoke, and fled quickly.

However, although the blood spirit was dozens of miles away from them, the distance was closing at a speed visible to the naked eye, which made the demon clan, who was slightly weaker and lagging behind, panicked.

Hearing the noise behind her, Tao Ziyi's heart moved, and she thought about turning back to help. However, Feng Ling'er, who was following her, sensitively noticed that Tao Ziyi's speed had slowed down, and asked alertly, "What's wrong?" (To be continued.) )