The most people fell at the first level.

The Taoyuan aborigines were killed by the monks, and the monks didn't expect that there would be so many people, but they couldn't stop at the beginning.

They kept killing from the other side, and it seemed that they couldn't finish killing people.

Bai Xiaomei watched coldly, dressed in a snow-white veil, like a fairy in a bloodless distance, watching the blood flow like a river.

The Heavenly Demon said to hide the Heavenly Sword.

What's the use of hiding, the remains of another god should be put to good use.

With unwillingness, Bai Xiaomei acted alone, so that the Heavenly Demon Temple was eradicated, and she completely lost contact with the Heavenly Demon, and the signal of being in the secret realm was not good.

The monk escaped and chased after Demon Cultivator No. 9, and she flew to the corpse of the Holy Aunt to obtain a copy of the secret realm information.

With only a few hints, according to the area occupied by the secret realm, Bai Xiaomei calculated several possible locations. Ingesting the memories of the Holy Aunt in his hands, he deprived him of some of his abilities with faith.

Poison Enhancement, Witchcraft Enhancement.

"It's really a good fit for me, and it's worthy of being the one who competes with me for the world."

Bai Xiaomei got something else from the Holy Aunt's cognition, and became a separate individual from the Heavenly Demon.

"In terms of talent, no one can compare to me, I just have a hard life. As long as I have a chance, I can become the strongest being. ”

After the soul of the Holy Aunt was stripped away, the corpse quickly dried up, and the dried mummy could disappear with the wind at any time.

The corpses of the inhabitants flowed green pus and blood, one on top of the other, like a bulging balloon, full of eerie joy.

The monks were defeated by the Demon Cultivator No. 9, and were defeated one after another, falling into the Endless Forest.

The blood stains along the way are absorbed by the trees.

The fight was unusually tragic, but the environment was unexpectedly quiet.

The ninth demon cultivator consumed his lifespan and used the mad demonization, and the eighth-layer Qi cultivation monk who was torn apart with his bare hands was the target of revenge for the Holy Aunt, and this time he looked at Yuan Shaoyao.

Yuan Shaoyao launched an earth-based spell, and the ground bulged earth and rocks one after another, turning over the ground and turning out something terrible.

The old tree has a well-developed root system, covered with a dense number of tumors the size of a human head, and from a distance it looks like a small potato rising from the ground, and up close it looks like a pile of skulls.

The skull's scalp was rough and almost off the bone, and a green flame burned inside.

The huge tree was lifted, revealing something underneath, beyond Yuan Shaoyao's cognition, and she quickly retreated.

Demon Cultivator No. 9 chased her, and she retreated to Bai Xiaomei's side.

said that he would come to help, and almost put his life into it, no matter how much favor he promoted, it would be settled here.

Seeing the hatred in his eyes, Bai Xiaomei raised her hand and threw a frosted thin blade through the chest of Demon Cultivator No. 9.

The latter didn't move, and a large amount of black and red things were burning, and soon the embers were burning.

Bai Xiaomei frowned and was displeased, unable to obtain the memory of the ninth demon cultivator, there was still any need for the existence of this formation he left behind.

A sword in seconds to build the foundation monk.

Yuan Shaoyao turned around and fled: What kind of help, it is clear that people will come to send them to death, so many people will die in the first level, and I don't know what torture is waiting for me later!

For the sake of Yuan Peony's growth, Yuan Youshu let her see the 36 kinds of torture in the prison as a gift for her cultivation path.

The ground trembled, and the treants were awakened by blood.

Yuan Peony was unfortunate and was buried on the spot by the earthy roots in the sky.

Boundless trees, surrounding Bai Xiaomei.

"Death."

"Freshman."

"Lost."

"Trial."

The blue-faced monkey crouched on the tallest branch: Strange, the blood type does not match the Heavenly Sword, does she have the qualification for the trial?

If you don't qualify for the trial.

What worries the elves happened, and in the face of the siege of the ghost fire tree people, Bai Xiaomei calmly cleared the scene.

If you were a trialist, the decision wouldn't have been so easy.

Anger appeared on the blue-faced monkey's face, and his teeth condensed a beam of light, wanting to eliminate Bai Xiaomei on the spot.

The beam of light shot out, splitting the ground in two, opening the mountain and cracking the rocks.