Xiao Qianshen shouted loudly, and the Qianzhong Sect disciple who reported the news quickly lowered his head.

He replied with a flustered expression: "Three of the four Demon Saints of the Hundred Tribulation Palace have come. clamoring to burn the sect. ”

Xiao Qianshen and Qiu Zhengming were taken aback.

The two of them hurried out.

The front yard was already full of Xianmen disciples.

The disciples of the Qianzhong Sect were waiting for the battle, and the various immortal sects who came to help also drew their swords one after another.

There was a black pressure in the air, and I don't know how many demon cultivators came.

Mo Xinyao stood at the forefront.

Zhu Changfeng and Tan Shihan were on the left and on the right, protecting both sides of him.

Seeing Mo Xinyao, Xiao Qianshen shouted: "The surname is Mo, what are you going to do?" ”

"What you have done to the Pure Heart Gate, we will do what we have to do to the Thousand Gates." Mo Xinyao said: "Gifts are still exchanged, presumably Sect Master Xiao will not object." ”

"By you?" Xiao Qianshen shouted: "Try to move my immortal gate?" ”

"It's not just me." Mo Xinyao replied with a smile: "With the 30,000 fellow demon cultivators behind me!" ”

The disciples of the Thousand Sects are only thousands.

Counting Dingfeng Ridge and the other immortal sects, there were only more than 10,000 immortal cultivators present.

Thirty thousand demon cultivators came to the door, and many immortal cultivators were a little panicked.

The twelve elders of the Qianzhong Gate stepped forward and blocked Xiao Qianshen with their swords.

"Twelve Elders?" Mo Xinyao laughed and beckoned behind him.

Nearly a hundred demon cultivators stepped forward one after another.

"Twelve, what are the odds of winning against so many people?" Mo Xinyao asked with a smile.

"Do you rely on the fact that there are more people and less bullying?" Xiao Qianshen asked him.

"You have eyesight!" Mo Xinyao pouted: "It's just relying on more people to bully fewer people, what can you do?" ”

Xiao Qianshen suddenly didn't know what to say.

There are only a lot of people, and it's just ordinary demon cultivators who come, and the Thousand Gates are not afraid.

However, there are nearly 100 demon cultivators, all of whom are outstanding in cultivation.

One-on-one, the Twelve Elders may still have a chance to win.

With less against more, there is no chance of winning!

Mo Xinyao pointed to the immortal cultivators present: "We only burned the Thousand Heavy Gates, and we have nothing to do with anyone else." If you don't want to die here, hide aside! ”

The disciples of the Immortal Sect who came to help looked at each other.

Many people have a desire to quit in their hearts.

Mo Xinyao beckoned behind him again.

Thirty thousand demon cultivators stepped forward one after another.

The black-pressed demon cultivator hovered in mid-air with endless might.

Immortal cultivators retreated one after another.

The sect masters of some small sects have taken the sect members to hide aside and put on a posture to watch the excitement.

Mo Xinyao said again: "We only set fires and don't want to kill people." If anyone doesn't step forward to stop them and lose their lives, don't say that the demon cultivator is ruthless! ”

He, Tan Shihan, and Zhu Changfeng led nearly a hundred lords to the ground.

Thousands of demon cultivators followed.

After landing on the ground, those demon cultivators ran past the immortal cultivators with torches in their hands.

"What exactly are you going to do?" More than a thousand demon cultivators ran over, but Xiao Qianshen didn't dare to stop him, but he asked weakly.

"What else can you do by burning down the house?" Wearing a fiery red Luo skirt, Tan Shihan, who was charming, soft, delicate and lovely, rolled her eyes: "Didn't I tell you a long time ago?" ”

"Donkey hair stuffed in the ears? Say it so many times and don't hear it once? Zhu Changfeng shouted loudly at the top of his voice: "Set fire!" Again, we're here to set fires! ”

More than a thousand demon cultivators ran around, setting fire to every corner of the Thousand Gates.

Seeing that the momentum was not good, the helping immortals all put on a posture of sitting on the wall and watching the mountain, and no one refused to set themselves on fire.

Xiao Qianshen and the Twelve Elders' annoyed faces were purple and swollen, and they were inferior to others, so they could only swallow their anger.

A raging fire ignited.

A Qianju disciple shouted, "Quickly put out the fire!" ”。

"I see who dares to save!" Mo Xinyao shouted: "Those who dare to obstruct the fire will die!" ”