Chapter 170: Change

Tao Ziyi looked at the witch in front of her, her heart was pounding, and she couldn't accept what was happening in front of her, how could there be a witch who was exactly like herself! Moreover, he keeps saying that he is another self!

Taking a deep breath, Tao Ziyi stared at the extremely charming witch and said coldly, "What do you mean?" ”

But the woman on the other side stopped talking except for a grin. For a while, Tao Ziyi was a little frightened, I don't know why, she was very jealous of this witch, and she had a kind of resistance and disgust towards her from the heart!

Just thinking about it, suddenly, the witch on the opposite side suddenly flew black and windless, and her face became very hideous. His hands were so white that there was not a trace of blood raised, and his dark blue nails shone with cold light. turned into a ball of demonic energy and pounced on Tao Ziyi.

With this sudden change, Tao Ziyi almost screamed. But before she could react, her whole body stiffened, and her body fell to the ground involuntarily, completely losing control of her body.

Qinghuanzhou, at the border. A strange square mountain suddenly shook violently on this day. Nearby, both the monks who lived here and passed by stared at each other.

Suddenly, an earth-shattering dragon roar pierced the sky, and in the sky, the white clouds were scattered by the momentum of the sky.

The monks who were watching were dumbfounded, and some of them even raised their hands to cover their mouths, shocked beyond measure.

Those high-ranking monks were shocked and talked about it. I don't know what this dragon roar represents.

Experienced monks, like those above the Yudan stage, although most of them are in the Demon Dragon Pool. But because the bandits are becoming more and more rampant, they have already been sent out by the eight major sects of Qinghuanzhou to maintain the safety of the place as much as possible.

After all, if this continues, the monks of Qinghuanzhou have already lost a lot, and if there is a large loss of resources, the future of Qinghuanzhou can be imagined.

Faced with the vision caused by the dragon yin, some experienced monks speculated whether there was a treasure born, or if the great demon had come to Qinghuanzhou. In the end, there were three monks who couldn't bear it first. The figure moved, and flew in the direction of the dragon chanting.

At the same time, the seal of the Demon Dragon Pool, when the dragon chant spread all over the earth, struggled even more violently. Countless monks who participated in the seal spurted blood from their mouths and fell down.

And in the past seven years, the demon clan has already withdrawn most of the demon clan, leaving the broken soul with five hundred demon cultivators, and continue to stay less than a hundred miles west of the demon dragon pond to wait and see what happens.

After all, in the territory of human beings, even if the demons have ambitions, they have to control them. In terms of strength, the five hundred people of their demon clan are really not enough.

"Everyone, hold on! The green dragon has recovered and will be back soon! ”

Many Yuanying monks had already sensed the momentum of the green dragon from the momentum of the dragon chanting. Haoran righteousness, broad atmosphere, this is the unique momentum that only Qinglong has.

But it's been seven years, and the monks are also people, and almost all the monks in the Demon Dragon Pond have no time to rest at all except for the exhaustion of spiritual power and being replaced for pranayama. Whether it was a low-level monk or a high-level Yuanying monk, they were all exhausted and their minds were very depleted.

At this time, if you want to resist the last struggle of the monster who doesn't know what it looks like, you have to do your best, but there is still no guarantee that you can really withstand it. Everyone's nerves, like this seal on the verge of collapse, are only a thin line!

At this time, at the same time, the broken soul who was staring at the situation here had already heard the dragon groan, and the hand holding the wine glass shook gently. He stood up violently and walked out.

Several other high-level demon cultivators who were drinking with him also followed behind one after another, and their faces were wrinkled like buns.

"Assemble!" Broken Soul walked out of the makeshift cave and shouted.

The five hundred demon cultivators left behind with him immediately gathered together, and looked at the broken soul one by one with a panicked face.

Broken Soul completely ignored their expressions, and waved his big hand: "Go!" ”

The black pressure was overwhelming, like a big dark cloud, rolling towards the Demon Dragon Pool.

Although the distance between the two places was a hundred miles, it was only a step away for them, who were also in the foundation building stage, for them, who were also at least in the foundation building period.

Looking down condescendingly, except for the two or three Yuanying monks with more than three hundred monks here to protect the Dharma, the rest were all pale monks who were still gritting their teeth and insisting on maintaining the seal.

A cold smile appeared at the corner of Broken Soul's mouth, and he took the lead and rushed downward, only spitting out one word faintly: "Kill!" ”

At the same time, the monk's side also saw a large cloud of black oppression, and the two early Yuan Infant monks who were protecting the Dharma immediately raised their vigilance.

At this time, seeing the other party rushing down, they instinctively showed their natal magic weapons, and with the disciples who guarded them, they solemnly prepared for defense.

Broken Soul has been around for more than a thousand years, and it is famous, and its combat power is swept in the same level of the demon race. Some demon cultivators in the late stage of the Demon Infant also had a headache for him to break the number, and his reputation was also widely spread among the Terran monks.

Moreover, demon cultivators are originally stronger than monks, and they are often superior to monks of the same rank in terms of combat effectiveness. At this time, there is an absolute outnumber of each other. The fierceness of the battle can be imagined.

Breaking the soul is also a helpless move. If they can't let the monster in the seal come out before the green dragon returns to its place, then their action this time will be a complete failure, needless to say, the demon cultivation they lost is a big number.

Now it seems that you have an absolute advantage, but every second you drag on, the changes within it are unknown. After all, Qinghuanzhou is the home of monks!

In a hurry, the axe in his hand was swung even more impermeable, and the offensive became fierce. In the face of the joint efforts of the two early Yuan Infant cultivators on the other side, the broken soul did not have a trace of fear, after all, the cultivation gap was there, and it was just a matter of time to fight, but the result was doomed.

The demon cultivators were excited, but the monks' side was tragic. Especially the two Yuanying monks who protect the Dharma, the pressure in their hearts was too great. Originally, I thought that with the two joining forces, even if they couldn't kill the broken soul, it would be no problem to drag each other.

But as soon as they got started, the two of them knew the gap, and it was really not ordinarily big! Now that the two of them have used all their abilities, they can barely resist the broken soul, and the effect is to delay time.

The news of the call for help has been sent, and someone will surely come to support soon. So the two of them weren't very worried, but because of the continuous losses of the low-level monks, their hearts were scattered a lot.

In the storage room of the Evil Pill Daoist, there was a black-faced student in Tsing Yi on the ground. His face was pale, his hair was scattered, and his facial features were twisted and stretched, as if he was in a strange dream.

And beside her, there was a woman in disheveled clothes, with dull eyes and no expression, standing there quietly.