There was a scalp-numbing scream in the woods, and almost all of them were startled by this scream, and they all stopped and slowly approached.

Lan Yue'er was holding a mace in her hand, and her body was already soaked in blood. But her face was still full of murderous energy, and in front of her, Lin Juri, whose leg was already a blur of flesh and blood, was full of horror, and kept crawling forward with his arm and the remaining leg.

"Bang!" Lan Yue'er took a few steps, and with a wave of her mace, she smashed Lin Juri's intact leg to pieces, the bones were exposed from the flesh, and the broken mouth was terrifying!

"Ahh But he didn't dare to stop, because once he was caught up by this madwoman behind him, he would suffer a hundred times more cruel than now!

His legs were broken, and he could only drag his body forward with his hands. Lan Yue'er had a cold face and followed unhurriedly behind.

"Master!" a group of cultivators screamed in grief, and rushed up regardless of the group, trying to save Lin Juri, but before their hands could touch Lin Juri's body, they were smashed out by the flying mace, and before their bodies could land, they were already exhausted!

More and more cultivators rushed over, after all, they were Lin Juri's apprentices, and the master was tortured like this, no matter how scared they were in their hearts, they still had to sacrifice their lives and rush over!

At this time, the brothers from the flying thief village also came over, and when they saw that their overlord had become like this, the little thief god was already avenging him, where did he need to ask more, and immediately rushed to the side of the little thief god to solve the cultivators who rushed over for him!

A big battle began again, the cultivators began to gather, and the Divine Concubine and the Divine Palace guards all rushed over!

"Seventeenth sister, what are you doing?!" Diexuan and the other sisters finally arrived, and when they saw Lan Yue'er covered in blood, they were all taken aback!

Mo Xiaodao didn't say a word, and directly nailed a flying knife into Lin Juri's heart. She had already seen that Lan Yue'er was about to enter the demon barrier, and she was going to torture and kill this person, so she killed this person first!

But Lan Yue'er was still not angry, she still walked up with a mace, raised it high and smashed it down, and with a "bang", Lin Juri's head was smashed to pieces!

The overlord in the back has been watching all this under the protection of finches and tiger eyebrows, and shouted in his mouth: "Good girl! Good job!" and then rolled his eyes and passed out!

Lin Juri on the ground was already dead, Lan Yue'er had red eyes, picked up the mace, withdrew the Ruyi pestle, stood up and looked at the frightened cultivators beside him, let out an angry roar, and rushed over with the mace!

"Seventeen sister!" the girls exclaimed, and then Diexuan and Phantom Ji rushed over, blocking her momentum with their bodies!

Seeing her sister coming, Lan Yue'er was stunned for a moment, and took advantage of this kung fu, Diexuan snatched the mace from her hand, but Phantom Ji slapped Lan Yue'er on the back of her neck with a palm. The unique cool aura in her body entered Lan Yue'er's body, making her mind clear, turning her head and glancing at Phantom Ji aggrievedly, and screaming with a pout: "Fourteenth sister, my father..."

Phantom Ji glanced at the tiger eyebrows in the distance, and when she nodded, she patted Lan Yue'er on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, the overlord is fine, don't be nervous!"

Hearing her say this, Lan Yue'er completely relaxed, and fell softly on Phantom Ji's body, she kept holding her breath, this is a bad breath, and now that this evil breath is out, she is like letting go of the thousand stones that have been carrying on her body.

"Master!" More and more cultivators gathered around Lin Juri, and the tragic appearance of death made the hearts of all cultivators full of hatred, and there was also an unspeakable panic!

"Kill them and avenge the master!" someone shouted, and tens of thousands of cultivators had an awe-inspiring look on their faces, since these people had killed the island master, then they, as disciples, would avenge the island master master!

Jiao'er looked at everyone coldly and said, "Do you really want to avenge your master? Aren't you afraid that you will lose your life? For an unrealistic goal, you have traveled thousands of miles to the Central Plains to die, is it worth it?"

"If you kill our island master, you are our enemy!" a monk cried out in a mournful voice, agitating the crowd around him.

Jiao'er snorted coldly and said: "As a person who cultivates spirits, you can't be calm, you can't do justice, just for your own selfishness, you can do whatever it takes, what are you really cultivating? What kind of scholar are you doing? Knowing that there are people in the cave, and using such a vicious method, knowing that the poison of corpse grass is spreading, this piece will be left without grass for at least three years! Your island master made such a move in order to summon Sendai, it is simply the anger of people and gods, and he is not worthy of becoming an immortal!"

Some of the cultivators had a look of shame on their faces, they knew that what they were doing was indeed selfish, but with the island owner taking the lead, the guilt in their hearts was not so deep!

But now, the owner of the island is dead, and they have to bear what they have done, which makes their hearts suddenly more frightened.

Someone in the crowd shouted, "What kind of saints are you pretending to be here? If you were really saints, you wouldn't have killed our master in such a way! You are not worthy to teach us, we will avenge our master!"

"Yes, avenge Master!" a group of cultivators shouted excitedly, looking at the imperial concubines and Shengong guards in front of them with red eyes.

All the women were a little nervous, after all, there were not many times to directly face so many people, and this time Yue'er did a bit too much, even if she killed Lin Juri with one move, she would not be as embarrassed as she is now!

Lan Yue'er broke free from Phantom Ji's arm, pointed at the gang and said, "Come on, come if you want to kill me! I just want to make your master die a bad death! Look at what he did to my father? What you impose on others is a matter of course, and when others use it on you, you pretend to be pitiful? Become a victim? Have endless anger? Come on, shoot at me, I'll see which of you can kill me!"

The crowd was in a commotion, but no one who could really be the first to make a move, but no one had the guts! They are not stupid, things like success and defeat are common everywhere, their master is dead, but if he doesn't die, the dwarf on the other side will also be tortured and killed by him, so using this as an excuse really doesn't have much confidence.

On Juxian Island, the hierarchy is very strict, in addition to Lin Juri's more than 100 closed disciples, there are more than 8,000 personal disciples, and the rest are ordinary believers.

The status of these believers is not high, they practice the most basic exercises, even if they are refining weapons, they do not have high-quality materials, so their magic weapons are more than a level worse than those above!

It's just that under the hands of the Dharma King, although they eat a little less, they are not hungry after all, and once the Dharma King dies, even if his stomach is not full, this panic turns into hatred for the group of people in front of him, and then he is provoked by those personal disciples of the King of Juri, and it can easily turn into violent emotions!

The atmosphere at the scene was about to erupt, whether it was the imperial concubines or the Shengong guards, they all looked nervously at the people around them, ready to fight at any time.

But at this time, everyone's noses smelled a faint smell of fireworks, and there was also some floral fragrance, which slowly drifted down from top to bottom.

Immediately after, a man dressed in white with long hair above his knees suddenly appeared in the sky, sitting upright in the clouds, with his hands on his knees, his eyes closed, hovering above everyone's heads.

Jin Yanzi said to Huya beside him a little strangely: "It's weird, what is Yuan Shi running up there for?"

Before Huya could speak, he suddenly turned his head inexplicably, made a silent gesture to the two, and then shook his head and pointed to the back of the big tree next to him.

Following her gestures, I saw that the snake lady and the fish baby were pulling something hard behind the tree, as if it was a rope. Jin Yanzi suddenly realized that Yuan Shi was hung up by a rope!

As for what method was used to transfer Yuan Shi into mid-air, and how the clouds below were made, these were all small methods of the immortals, and she didn't plan to know them clearly.

"The immortal is here!" I don't know who found Yuan Shi above his head first, and he showed a look of surprise on his face one by one. These cultivators, even if they meet the God Emperor, they will not necessarily be surprised, because the level of the God Emperor is too far away from them, who knows if it is true or not.

They didn't cultivate in the Central Plains, so their reverence for the God Emperor was not so deep-rooted. But for the immortals who can fly around, it is a real worship!

The so-called immortals are the gods among the spiritual cultivators. A true high-level cultivator who can turn his hands into clouds and his hands into rain, in front of these people, those who have cultivated this little bit of their own cultivation are as small as ants! Every word and word that these people say is a wise word in cultivation.

Tens of thousands of cultivators knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing to Yuan Shi. Yuan Shi was high up, made enough of the posture of an immortal, and then opened his eyes, and at this moment, the clouds under his ass suddenly emitted a golden light!

This time made him even more dignified, so that people did not dare to look at it, and the people below all kowtowed in fear, although they were unattainable in front of mortals, but in front of the real immortals, they were even lower than mortals.

"You were bewitched by the wicked and came to the Central Plains to do such an evil deed, and now you still don't repent?" Yuan Shi lowered his eyes, looked at these monks kneeling on the mountain, and said slowly.

This sentence also frightened the imperial concubines, because they could be heard from the voice, and these words were transmitted through the technique of awakening the world!

So although Yuan Shi's voice is not high, it can resound in everyone's ears, so that everyone can hear it clearly, and this hand alone is enough to convince these people kneeling below!

They didn't expect that Yuan Shi was pestering Xuanbao's apprentice at the beginning, this was not said in vain, and those few masters were not called in vain!

For his own magic skills, Xuan Bao has always been stingy, whoever wants to learn it, he told the mind in detail. But his divine skills are not something that can be learned if he wants to, and without all the five elements of aura in his body, who can learn it?