Ming Shiyin was really suffocated.

Along the way, his anger exploded, and he couldn't wait to get to the bottom of the mountain as soon as possible.

When Ming Shiyin came to the foot of the mountain and saw the cultivators outside the barrier, he smiled slyly: "Hundred Tribulation Cave Darkness!"

It's a primordial god tribulation.

Even if it was only a two-zhang tall Dharma body, the momentum was by no means comparable to that of a Divine Court Realm cultivator.

The group of female cultivators outside the barrier saw the Dharma Body, and their faces changed slightly.

"Dharma Body, Hundred Tribulations Cave Underworld?" the leading female cultivator frowned.

"Run!" someone was going to run.

"That's not right...... This Hundred Tribulation Cave Underworld Dharma Body is relatively small, it should be a great cultivator in the early stage of the Yuan Shen Tribulation Realm, and the Demon Ancestor Master is more than ten zhang tall, this is not him!"

"Besides, where are we going?"

Just as the group of female cultivators were discussing nervously, the two-zhang Dharma Body had already come above everyone.

Ming Shiyin's gaze swept away.

Said coldly: "Who dares to break into my Jinting Mountain?"

The nuns fell to their knees.

"Huh?" Ming Shiyin frowned slightly, shouldn't he force two sentences, the other party was not convinced, and then made his own big move, annihilating them in one fell swoop? Why did he kneel on the ground and beg for mercy at the beginning?

The female cultivator who took the lead plucked up the courage to raise her head and glanced at Ming Shiyin who was suspended above.

She didn't know.

But she was sure that this person was not the Demon Ancestor of Jinting Mountain.

"I'm a disciple of Yanyue Palace!

"Ask the seniors to come to the rescue!"

All the nuns prostrate on the ground, speaking in unison.

Ming Shiyin was stunned.

This is embarrassing, it took a long time not to invade, but the people of the sixth senior sister.

The sixth senior sister was abolished by the master and imprisoned in the Siguo Cave, and the Yanyue Palace was naturally a group of dragons without a leader.

The three sects in the south of Great Yan don't want to collide with Jinting Mountain, so all their anger will be placed in Yanyue Palace.

Ming Shiyin took a closer look.

There were more than 100 female cultivators, all of them in disarray, some with messy hair, some seriously injured, and some unable to stand steadily.

Ming Shiyin sighed slightly, put away his Dharma body, and fell from the sky.

"The sixth senior sister deceived the master and destroyed the ancestors, and has been imprisoned by the master in the back mountain, it stands to reason that everyone in your Yanyue Palace must be punished. You still dare to run to Jinting Mountain, you are tired of it?" Ming Shi was swept away by the evil eyes, which made people shudder.

The prestige of the demon head of Jinting Mountain is not groundless.

"I beg my seniors to save the palace master for the sake of the palace master. The nun pleaded.

This was beyond Ming Shiyin's expectations.

No one can ask for Jin Tingshan, Yanyue Palace is a dog jumping over the wall in a hurry, and there is nowhere to go?

"No, I don't save it. Ming Shiyin shook his hand and turned around.

It's hilarious.

What does it matter to me whether you die or not, it's already a great gift that I didn't do anything to you.

Just as he was about to turn away.

An eerie bell came from afar.

Hey?

Ming Shiyin frowned slightly, turned around, and looked at the sky in the distance.

The sky seemed to be covered in a black cloud, and the bell came from the black cloud.

The female cultivators of the Yanyue Palace were so frightened that their faces changed drastically, and they struggled to get up and ran in the direction of the barrier.

However, only people in Jinting Mountain can enter and exit freely.

No matter how hard they tried to break in, the barrier was like a solid wall, blocking them all out.

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Ming Shiyin ignored these female cultivators.

All eyes were on the black clouds.

His intuition told him that the person who came was not good, and that the one who could get on the road in this way should be a person.

"The people from the Demon Brake Sect are here!"

"It's the Demon Sect!"

"Please, seniors, let us into Jinting Mountain!"

"Be a cow and a horse, let it be sent!"

This is the female cultivator of Yanyue Palace under the leadership of Ye Tianxin?

Ming Shiyin just glanced at them.

I was slightly disappointed in my heart.

Without the masters of the Yuan Shen Tribulation Realm, no matter how strong the remaining Divine Court Realm is, it is just a shrimp soldier and crab general.

"Demon Brake Sect?" Ming Shiyin felt strange.

Shouldn't it be that the three sects in the south of Great Yan attacked the Yanyue Palace?

Ming Shiyin's gaze swept over the female cultivators, and when he saw their trembling appearances, he was not happy.

It just doesn't make sense.

Is there a more terrifying place in the world than Jinting Mountain?

Afraid of the Demon Sect, not afraid of Jinting Mountain?

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When the black cloud is near.

Ming Shiyin saw clearly what it was. It was not a black cloud, but a phalanx guarded by many cultivators in a circle, marching together in the sky. All of them were dressed in black robes. In the middle of the phalanx, there was a black behemoth, the ink-colored dragon chariot.

"Interesting. Ming Shi waited quietly because of the loss of his hand.

The top three on the black list, Ji Tiandao, Yu Zhenghai...... Left Heart Zen.

The ranking of the black list is based on the evil deeds that cultivators have done in the world, and does not represent the realm of cultivation. But often the people who can make it to the black list are either extremely high in cultivation or treacherous and cunning.

On this ink-colored dragon chariot is the third place on the black list, Zuo Xinzen.

He is also the number one master under the sect master of the Demon Brake Sect.

It's just that what makes Ming Shiyin strange is ...... The Demon Sect and Jinting Mountain have always been well water and river water, so why would they attack Yanyue Palace?

Jingle bells.

The ringing on the inky dragon chariot makes people feel uncomfortable to listen to.

Finally, about 100 meters away from the barrier, the ink-colored dragon chariot stopped, and the bell disappeared.

Just suspended in the air.

Ming Shiyin didn't move, and it was really scary to see the other party's posture.

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There was a moment of silence.

On the dragon's chariot, a cultivator of the Divine Court realm flew out.

Halfway through the flight, he stopped, and Yukong bent down, put his hands in front of him, and made a cross-fist movement-

"The Demon Sect has no intention of offending Jin Ting Mountain, can Mr. Fourth hand over these female cultivators to the Demon Sect?" the black-robed cultivator said politely and humbly.

Ming Shiyin glanced back at the trembling nun.

I thought to myself, I will do this when I go back, it should look even more terrifying, right?

"Whatever. ”

Ming Shiyin turned and stepped into the barrier.

"Thank you, Mr. Four, we will come to thank you another day. The black-robed cultivator beckoned.

The cultivators around the inky dragon chariot pounced on the nuns like locusts.

"Wait. ”

Ming Shiyin walked out again.

"Mr. Four, what else do you have to say?"

"I almost forgot Master's new routine...... Master, he likes to be kind to people lately. Ming Shiyin raised his hand slightly.

The barrier around him flickered for a moment, and the nuns staggered in one by one.

Watch the nuns enter the barrier.

The female cultivators knew from the mouth of the black robe that this man was the fourth apprentice of Jin Tingshan, and hurriedly knelt down and thanked him:

"Mr. Xie Si rescue!"

"Mr. Xie Si rescue!"

The black-robed cultivator frowned slightly, escaped from the wolf's den and entered the tiger's mouth, these women's brains were in water? He asked in a displeased and hoarse voice, "Mr. Fourth is going back on his word, I'm afraid it's not okay?"

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Meanwhile.

Lu Zhou leaned back in his chair and rested on his forehead.

There was a prompt in my ears -

[Ding, gain 1450 merits for pious prostration.] 】