Chapter 220: The Smile Before the Slaughter

Qingjinzi, the Hundred Princes, the Immortal Burning Prince, and the Ghost Monk, as long as these geniuses join forces, even the descendants of the Imperial Immortal Sect such as the Juque Holy Son have some influence, so this power can almost represent the most powerful force at the moment. These people are all famous geniuses in the Shadow Saint Realm, and their Dao is extremely profound, even if the monks of other clans have the heart to seize the treasure, they are probably powerless.

Qiurong Wanxue was mixed with the young monks of other clans, and was about to follow these people out of the small oasis, but the ghost monk clasped his hands together, and a pair of ghostly fiery eyes fell on her: "Patriarch Qiurong, don't be impatient, you are a pure cabinet rent, or please stay." ”

Qiurong Wanxue's heart sank, but she still didn't hear it, thinking that the other party might not be able to recognize her.

However, the ghost monk squinted his ghost eyes, and said with a sneer: "Patriarch Qiurong, do you want the poor monk to invite him personally?"

At this time, other people's eyes also fell on Qiurong Wanxue, and it was impossible for her to leave at this time.

"Thank you, Your Excellency. Qiurong Wanxue took a deep breath, then stood up, shook her head and said, "I just came to open my eyes, and I didn't want to touch the treasure." ”

The ghost monk smiled and said, "Patriarch Qiurong is too polite, as a ghost clan, of course you should stay, maybe you can get one or two treasures." ”

"The Snow Shadow Ghost Clan is just a small clan, and I can't afford such a treasure, so I appreciate Your Excellency's kindness. Qiurong Wanxue knew that it was not good, but she still calmed down and said, "I have other things to do, so I will leave." ”

However, as soon as she turned around to leave, she was blocked by Prince Xianran. Prince Xian Ran sneered and said, "Hmph, it's not difficult for the Qiurong Patriarch to leave, so ask that kid to come and ransom people." ”

Prince Xian Ran was slapped several times by the pastoral spirit in front of everyone, and he lost face, how could he not report such a shame. Although there is no backer like the Moth Worm Saint now, but he has united Qingjinzi, the sons of the hundred schools, the ghost monk and others, if he meets the pastor again, he is confident that he can win the other party, and he will be ashamed.

Everyone looked at Qiurong Wanxue, she walked with the pastor, this is something that everyone knows, and the two of them are the first to ascend this land. The prince of Xian Ran wanted to leave Qiurong Wanxue, not just to find the pastor to take revenge, but also to get some news from Qiurong Wanxue.

"Prince Xianran, I don't understand what you mean, there doesn't seem to be any grudge between you and me, right?" Qiurong Wanxue was the head of the clan after all, and he didn't panic, and said in a deep voice without hurrying.

"Although I don't have anything with you, the hatred between me and the pastoral can only be liquidated by blood. Prince Xian Ran sneered: "As a ghost clan, but you walk with the human rat of Mu Ling, this is self-defeating!"

"Patriarch Qiurong, I believe that with you here, the shepherd will definitely come. The princes of the hundred families also smiled and said: "It is better for the patriarch of Qiurong to stay here for the time being, waiting to watch the treasure come out, and at the same time, let the pastor come and take you away." Patriarch Qiurong, do you say it?"

Qiurong Wanxue felt a pang in her heart, and understood that the Xianran Prince had formed an alliance, not only to find treasures here, but also to lure the pastoral spirit here, and even possibly lay a trap to take down his own son in one fell swoop.

At this time, the other monks of various tribes who were expelled from the oasis were just watching from the outside, and they were not related to Qiurong Wanxue, so of course they would not help her. And the various ghost clan monks in the oasis are all in the same camp as the Immortal Burning Prince, so naturally they will not help Qiurong Wanxue. Surrounded by many things, Qiurong Wanxue knew that there was a lot of luck and bad luck, took a deep breath, shook his head and said: "I'm afraid you are looking for the wrong person, since you landed on this land, I have gone our separate ways with Mu Daoyou, and I don't know where he is now, not to mention that I am just an ordinary friendship with Li Daoyou, and I can't inform him." ”

Although Qiurong Wanxue can indeed contact the pastor, but she doesn't want her own son-in-law to come over, the prince of Xian Ran and they have joined forces, and there are still thousands of ghost clan powerhouses here, if the pastoral spirit comes here to save her, it will be to jump into the trap.

No matter how strong he is, in the face of the Immortal Burning Prince and others, and even thousands of ghost clan powerhouses joining forces, I am afraid that he will not be able to deal with it. Therefore, Qiurong Wanxue is determined, even if she dies here, she is not willing to lead her son-in-law into danger.

"Amitabha, Patriarch Qiurong, if you don't help everyone, I'm afraid we won't be able to help you either. The ghost monk smiled yin and said: "The head of the Qiurong clan is also the head of the ghost clan, and we should understand that our ghost clan should be united, and pests like the human race ants should be swept away!"

"Patriarch Qiurong, what the ghost monk said is good, and besides, even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about the Snow Shadow Ghost Clan!" Qingjinzi said slowly, his words cold and ruthless.

This is definitely a naked threat, and many people are shocked when they hear it, and they understand that Qingjinzi is not ashamed to say this, or he is talking wildly. Qiu Rongwanxue's face suddenly changed, the Snow Shadow Ghost Clan was just a small clan in the Hidden Territory, and it could even be said to be too small to be significant. And the White Bone Saint Clan is a well-known clan in the Hidden Territory, although it is not the Imperial Immortal Sect, it is also a behemoth, and it can easily crush the Snow Shadow Ghost Clan with one finger.

Qiurong Wanxue knew what the consequences would be, but she still took a deep breath, stabilized her emotions, and said in a deep voice: "I have no contact with the Shepherd Daoist Fellow, if the White Bone Saint Clan wants to destroy my Snow Shadow Ghost Clan, I am afraid it is also a crime to add to it, and there is no excuse." Although my Snow Shadow Ghost Clan is just a small clan, it doesn't mean that we are soft bones, and my Snow Shadow Ghost Clan will never succumb to the suppression of the big clan!"

Qiurong Wanxue made up her mind in her heart not to introduce the pastoral spirit into danger no matter what. Her words were sonorous and powerful, and even the young monks of other clans couldn't help but feel admired, a small clan like the Snow Shadow Ghost Clan couldn't compete with a behemoth like the White Bone Saint Clan at all. In fact, in the secluded realm, even other great clans or great sects are not willing to provoke the White Bone Holy Clan, this is the territory of the ghost clan, even if the great sect faces the White Bone Holy Clan, they will also choose to back down. What's more, at this moment, Qingjin Zi and they have joined forces, there is more than one behemoth like the White Bone Saint Clan, and a small clan like the Snow Shadow Ghost Clan is not as good as an ant. However, in the face of a genius like Qingjinzi, Qiurong Wanxue, who was born in a small clan, still speaks sonorously and forcefully, without flinching, such courage is really admirable.

"What are you doing with so much nonsense with her!" Seeing that the light of the oasis lake was getting brighter and brighter, Prince Xian Ran said impatiently: "Take her down first, let's go see if there are any treasures born in the lake!"

"Patriarch Qiurong, since you are obsessed, I have no choice but to ask you to stay as a guest. "Compared with the aggressiveness of the Prince of Xian Ran and the coldness and ruthlessness of the Qingjin Prince, the princes of the hundred schools still have a bit of style.

Qiurong Wanxue's face sank, knowing that she was in a catastrophe today.

"Hmph, a group of bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, just because you bastards also want to keep my people, have you asked me. Just as the sons of the hundred families were about to make a move, a lazy voice came from afar.

Everyone couldn't help but look at the voice, only to see the pastoral spirit striding forward, and in the blink of an eye they came beyond the oasis. Seeing his figure, everyone's demeanor was different.

"A new generation of murderers is coming. The non-ghost monk said.

Morry knife is known as a murderer in Yaoyun, and not long ago, the pastor shot the Morley knife to death, so it is called a new generation of murderers.

"Childe!" Qiurong Wanxue was surprised and delighted, happy that he didn't expect to see the pastor again, and surprised that the prince of Xianran and the others were ready to join forces to deal with him, he would definitely be in danger here.

Qiurong Wanxue hurriedly gave the pastoral envoy a look, suggesting that he leave this place as soon as possible, the prince of Xian Ran had already gathered thousands of ghost clan powerhouses to deal with him!

Mu Ling smiled, walked slowly to the entrance of the oasis, did not put the Xian Ran Prince in his eyes at all, and said slowly: "Why, a group of big men bullying a girl's family, is this the majesty of your ghost clan?"

"The surname is Mu, it's best if you come!" Prince Xian Ran gritted his teeth, and was slapped by Mu Ling several times, he made this matter a great shame, and he had long wanted to avenge this great revenge.

These days, Prince Xian Ran hated the pastoral spirit to the bone, and he had long been eager to peel his skin and pull his tendons, and he couldn't wait to beat the pastoral spirit and let him kneel at his feet to wash away his shame. It's a pity that his brother-in-law went to hunt down the Red Fire Qilin, and the Worm Worm Saint was addicted to enlightenment, even if the Xianran Prince wanted to seek revenge from the pastor, he was more than willing to do it. But during this period of time, he united Qingjinzi, Baidao Zhuzi, ghost monks and others, they were huddled together, and many young disciples of the Great Sect Frontier Kingdom were attached to them, and their strength suddenly soared. In terms of strength, Taoism, and origin, Prince Xian Ran may not be able to unite Qingjinzi and others, but Qingjinzi and other geniuses also need to seek breakthroughs.

They can be said to be extremely talented geniuses of the younger generation of the Phantom Saint Realm, and their Taoism is extremely profound, but above them, there are also the shadows of the Giant Que Holy Son, the Moth Worm Saint, and even the descendants of the Imperial Immortal Sect like Jian Xuan. In the future, if they want to compete with the existence of the Juque Holy Son and the Moth Worm Saint, it is very difficult, so they feel that it is better to take refuge in the emperor's seat, if the emperor can achieve the immortal emperor in the future, they will also become the existence of the founding of the country and the gods, and have the strength to compete with the descendants of the imperial immortal sect such as the Juque Holy Son.

Because of this, they hit it off and formed a big alliance.

Now seeing the pastoral spirit again, it can be said that the road is narrow and the narrow road meets, and the eyes of the prince of Xian Ran are full of anger, and he can't wait to trample the pastoral spirit under his feet now. However, he also knew the power of the pastoral, and he didn't rush over stupidly immediately.

The three geniuses of Qingjinzi, Ghost Monk, and Hundred Families glanced at each other, they were already eager to try, they did not intend to fight alone, but wanted to join forces to win the pastoral spirit in an instant. They are all outstanding geniuses in the Shadow Saint Realm today, and their Taoism is very remarkable, and with the cooperation of several people, they are very confident that they can hold the pastoral spirit alone.

"Ant surnamed Mu, there is a way in heaven that you don't take, and there is no door to hell, you want to break in!" said Prince Xian Ran's eyes were blood-red, and he gritted his teeth.

The pastor glanced at him lazily and said, "A waste who only knows how to rely on the family to find connections, and dares to bark everywhere, is really an uneducated dog. ”

The pastoral spirit did not look at the gradually gloomy face of the prince of Xianran, but glanced at the geniuses of the ghost clan, and then said, "Just with you rotten sweet potatoes and rotten bird eggs, you dare to call yourself hell? ”

"My Buddha is compassionate. The ghost monk pronounced a Buddha horn, and the sound of Buddha sounded around his body, but the whole person exuded an eerie atmosphere, like a Yin Buddha who got up from the ground, and when Yin Yin smiled, it was creepy.

Moreover, the ghost monk is also a notoriously cruel person, and many people in the Ghost Saint Realm will be terrified when they mention his name. The ghost monk smiled yin and said, "Shepherd donor, so confident. However, I'm afraid you're in the wrong place, this is the world of the ghost clan, and it's up to you to do it, I'm afraid it will be difficult to set off any waves!"

"The world of the ghost clan?" Mu Ling rolled his eyelids, laughed, and said: "What about the world of the ghost clan, even if it is the world of the ghost clan, I will also pierce this day!"

Qingjin Zi and a few people looked at each other, and suddenly hundreds of young powerhouses of the ghost clan rushed out, blocking the entrance to the oasis and blocking the way of the pastor.

"Shepherd, I'm sorry, this is already the territory of the ghost clan, and if you want to come in, I'm afraid you will have to pay the price. The princes of the hundred schools said with a smile.

The pastor glanced at the young monks of the ghost clan who were blocking the way, and then at the thousands of young monks of the ghost clan in the oasis, and smiled lightly. The ghost clan monks present seemed eager to try, some of them were from the Great Sect Territory, and some were from small sects. The treasure of the oasis lake has become brighter and brighter, and the treasure is likely to be born, and these ghost monks from all sides are naturally eager to try, waiting to show their skills, if they make great achievements, they will definitely share more treasures for themselves! What's more, killing a human race like Mu Ling is an action to set an example for chickens and monkeys, which can be used to deter young monks of other races, and they are very happy.

"Really?" Mu Ling looked at Qiurong Wanxue and said with a smile: "I'm in a good mood today, and now you still have a chance, and I won't care about you if you let me go!"

"What a big breath!" Prince Xian Ran sneered, and Sen Ran said: "It's not difficult for us to let her go, as long as you obediently tie your hands and arrest her, we will immediately let her leave safely!"

The ghost monk also smiled gloomily and said: "At this point, the poor monk can guarantee you, if you really obediently tie your hands and arrest it, I guarantee that the Qiurong donor can leave safely, and no one will embarrass the Snow Shadow Ghost Clan." If this is not the case, then it is difficult to say, although the Shadow Saint Realm is large, I am afraid that there will be no place for the Snow Shadow Ghost Clan. ”

"I can guarantee that. Qingjinzi said coldly. His golden skeleton looks completely dehumanized.

The princes of the hundred families also said with a smile: "Li Daoyou has to think twice, after all, this is not only about yourself, if you insist on being the enemy of the ghost clan in the world, not only will you die and have no place to be buried, but I am afraid that even the Snow Shadow Ghost Clan will be dragged down, and there will be no place to stand from now on, and even the disaster of extermination!"

For the sons of the hundred families, it would be better if the shepherd was willing to be captured, while the other young monks of the ghost clan were eyeing each other, after all, this was a rare opportunity to make meritorious contributions.

The young monks of the other races outside the oasis were shocked when they saw the situation, the current ghost clan can be said to be aggressive, if they really united, no matter who they are, they will feel suffocated, so in their opinion, the pastoral spirit has no choice at all, only a dead end. If the Immortal Burning Prince and Qingjinzi joined forces to suppress the Pastoral and Snow Shadow Ghost Clans, there would definitely be many Ghost Clans who would echo them. As for the Snow Shadow Ghost Clan, although they are both ghost clans, how many people in such a small clan will take them to heart? Of course, everyone is willing to curry favor with Prince Xian Ran and cling to the throne.

There is no doubt that the pastoral profession has been cornered and has no way out.

Qingjinzi's determination to put the pastoral spirit to death is already obvious, and no matter how powerful a human race like the pastoral spirit is, it is absolutely powerless to resist their four masters alone. What's more, being an enemy of such behemoths as the White Bone Saint Clan, just like what the sons of the Hundred Schools said, at that time, the Snow Shadow Ghost Clan will not only have no place to stand, but will even invite the disaster of extermination.

"A dead end. The young monks of the other clans couldn't help but feel pity for the pastor, and in such a desperate situation, he could only obediently tie his hands and take it.

In such a situation, being the enemy of the ghost clan, no matter how you resist, it is a dead end, if you are captured, you may be able to save the autumn and evening snow, and you can also protect the snow shadow ghost clan. At the same time, many people also secretly chilled in their hearts, the ghost clan is so aggressive, today it is a pastoral spirit, tomorrow it may be them, but the young monks of other races are also very helpless, there is no way, except for Yaoyun in the Ghost Saint Realm, all other places are the world of the ghost clan.

However, the pastor smiled and said, "So, it seems that I have no choice but to surrender?"

"Mu Daoyou, for your own sake, for the sake of the Qiurong Patriarch, it is the best choice to be captured at this time. If Li Daoyou is obediently caught, we can still give you a good time. The princes of the hundred schools said with a smile.

"Terran ants, you can be caught!" One of the young monks of the ghost clan in the oasis shouted: "If you dare to resist, you will be killed!"

"That's right, whoever dares to be the enemy of our ghost clan, no matter who it is, will die without a place to be buried! Exterminate the clan and slaughter the door!" Infected by this atmosphere, many young monks of the ghost clan shouted one after another.

At this time, in the eyes of many monks of the ghost clan, the pastoral spirit was already fish on the chopping board, and they were butchers with butcher knives in their hands, and there was an indescribable cruel pleasure in their hearts! That feeling was like watching the pastoral spirit die and struggle.

"The surname Mu, it's too late for you to tie up your hands now, come and kneel down and beg for mercy from this seat!" Seeing that Mu Ling was forced into a desperate situation, Prince Xian Ran felt a burst of happiness in his heart, he wanted to humiliate this human race ant today, and humiliate him with snow!

Having formed such a powerful alliance, the Prince of Xian Ran was full of confidence, and it would be easy to take down the pastoral spirit.

"Childe, don't!" Qiurong Wanxue's face turned pale, and she hurriedly shook her head. Although she also tried to escape, she was locked in her retreat by the sons of the hundred families.

The pastor glanced at everyone with a smile, and said slowly: "I was in a good mood today, but unfortunately some people don't have long eyes!" Speaking of this, he showed a bloodthirsty smile.