Chapter 344: This fairy beats you to be convinced (ask for subscription, reward)

As soon as the two sides started a war, the disciples of Xuantian Sect immediately fell into a difficult situation.

The two Xuantian Sect disciples who were originally injured almost died on the spot, and in addition, one disciple was injured by the people of the Ghost King Valley.

"The miscellaneous pieces of the Ghost King Valley, if you take advantage of the danger of others, aren't you afraid of the wrath of my Xuantian Sect!"

Senior Brother Cheng Juefeng roared angrily.

After all, his cultivation is higher than those junior disciples, and his spiritual power consumption can also be bearable.

can be attacked so fiercely by the people of the Ghost King Valley, and at this moment, I can't stand it, and there are even many colors on my body.

"Your Xuantian Sect is a great sect, isn't it my Ghost King Valley? How can I be afraid of Xuantian Sect? Hey, even if I kill you all here, who can know!"

The disciple of the Ghost King Valley at the head of the Ghost King Valley looked arrogant and gloomy, and waved his hand, "Kill a few of them immediately, so as not to cause any extraneous branches!"

It's crisscrossed with tunnels, and who knows if anyone will suddenly bump into it.

Between the sects, the surface has always been fine.

Although some disciples were killed by other sects, they were all done in secret.

If Xuantian Sect died so many disciples at once, and it was still a few disciples with good qualifications, especially Cheng Juefeng, who was known as the senior brother of Xuantian Sect, his qualifications and cultivation were extraordinary.

Cheng Juefeng is dead, and Xuantian Sect will definitely not give up.

But as long as they do it cleanly, no one may know that it was the Ghost King Valley who did it.

The six disciples of the Ghost King Valley, each with their right hand, pinched the trick, and the imperial envoy skull, forming a formation, surrounding the Xuantian Sect disciples in the middle.

The skulls flew in mid-air, wisps of black gas gushed out from the seven orifices of the skeletons, and the entire tunnel was filled with a sinister aura, like the Qingming sacrifice and the night of the soul of the forty-ninth year, which was cold and abnormal, making people shudder.

In the blink of an eye, there was a disciple of the Xuantian Sect who went straight to the end, bleeding from the seven orifices, and black smoke billowed between his nostrils.

"The black gas is poisonous, everyone hold your breath!"

Seeing this, Senior Brother Cheng Juefeng immediately reminded loudly and responded with a closed breath!

The other Xuantian Sect disciples didn't dare to be careless and hurriedly followed suit.

But taking advantage of this opportunity, surrounded by black qi, the disciples of the Ghost King Valley immediately launched an offensive.

The disciples of Xuantian Sect who were caught off guard fell two more people.

Seeing that there were only three disciples left in the Xuantian Sect, Cheng Juefeng looked desperate and angry: "Kill me from the Xuantian Sect, and I, Cheng Juefeng, will not let you go!"

"Boom, our Ghost King Valley is the ancestor of playing ghosts. Even if you are a ghost, you are still subject to us. ”

A group of Ghost King Valley disciples laughed wildly, attacking the remaining three Xuantian Sect disciples like an overwhelming attack.

Cheng Juefeng's three physical strength had long been exhausted, and they were about to die under the siege of the disciples of the Ghost King Valley.

At the last moment, a figure in tattered clothes, with a fierce momentum, rushed from a distance, and at the same time shouted angrily in his mouth: "Ma De, dare to touch my Xuantian Sect disciple, when the old man does not dare to be blind!"

"Uncle, Uncle......"

"Uncle save me......"

When the three Xuantian Sect disciples saw the figure that burst over, their faces immediately burst with joy, and they exhaled urgently.

Survive in a desperate situation, so that their combat effectiveness will immediately burst.

The three Xuantian Sect disciples suddenly burst out with extraordinary combat power, which actually made the disciples of the Ghost King Valley stunned, and they didn't dare to respond to their edge.

In the sky, a bald-headed monk was drumming in a robe, his face was hideous and angry, but a stalk of Buddha dust was shaking in his hand.

Buddha dust, this thing was originally possessed by a cultivator, but it was held in the hands of a monk, shaking more than once, the momentum was fierce, and the scene was very strange.

But the disciples of the Ghost King Valley didn't care if the monk was weird with Buddha dust, but they looked frightened.

The coercion at the end of the foundation building was so overwhelming that the disciples of the Ghost King Valley couldn't breathe, and they couldn't even resist the emotion.

Buddha dust is like a steel whip, and it can be smoked at will.

The force of the scroll was huge, and the two Ghost King Valley disciples were immediately sucked out. One crashed into the rock wall of the tunnel and fell into a lot of meat.

One was even more unlucky, thrown directly onto the magma surface, screaming and falling rapidly.

But the disciple had just fallen a few meters when a beast roar suddenly sounded from the magma sea, and a huge fire dragon beast burst out with teeth and claws.

The crocodile-like mouth was wide open, and its sharp fangs were exposed, like a large barbed funnel, open to the sky, waiting for food.

In the shocked expressions of the disciples of the Ghost King Valley, the disciples of the Ghost King Valley accurately fell into the huge mouthparts of the Fire Dragon Beast.

With a crunching sound of bones, the drakemon closed its mouth, and its head tumbled, burrowing directly into the fiery red magma, leaving a small wave.

"Let's go!"

The disciples of the Ghost King Valley led by him didn't have time to hesitate, so he jumped up first, surrounded by black energy, and quickly fled under the cover.

The other Ghost King Valley disciples didn't dare to stay, and quickly scattered and fled.

In the blink of an eye, the people of the Ghost King Valley immediately dissipated without a trace.

Only the corpses of the three Xuantian Sect disciples on the ground were left, as well as the three Cheng Juefeng who were mixed with grief and joy.

"Uncle Shi, they ...... They...... ...... dead!" A Xuantian Sect disciple choked up and sobbed.

"Cry wool, they are dedicated to the sect, and the sect will not forget their names!"

Zhao Zhijing said in a noble voice, and then stretched out his hand to look at the heads of the remaining three people one by one, "Let you little rabbit cubs practice weekdays, you don't listen." Now you know the importance of power?!"

Cheng Juefeng and the three of them only promised and did not dare to refute a word.

"Okay, a person is crying with a sad face, embarrassing to Xuantian Sect!" Zhao Zhijing saw that these three guys had a low-eyed attitude, and he was angry again, and he reached out and took away one thing from the three Xuantian Sect disciples who had died.

With another flick of his finger, a flash of fire popped out and fell on the three corpses in an instant.

The corpse burned in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, it was reduced to ashes.

When the corpse was burning, a touch of grief in the depths of Zhao Zhijing's eyes flashed away, as if he had seen through the vicissitudes of the world, and when his eyes opened again, he had already returned to his original cynical attitude, "Bring their relics back to the sect and bury them thickly!"

It was a long and unrealistic journey back with the corpse, and there were many dangers here, so the only way to let these three people sleep in peace.

"The little miscellaneous people of the Ghost King Valley, don't let the old man touch you again, hum!" Zhao Zhijing's face showed a touch of coldness, and he waved his hand, "You three little rabbit cubs follow Lao Tzu, don't run away!"

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At the mouth of another tunnel, a ferocious battle is being staged at this moment, not between people, but between beasts and people.

Su Qingshuang, who was dressed in white, a fiery red fruit appeared between her jade hands, and her fox eyes looked at the fire dragon beast in front of her with interest, and roared back angrily, her pretty face was full of playfulness: "Sample, I'm not convinced." If you are not convinced, come again, this fairy will beat you until you are convinced!" ()

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