No end?

Chen straightened his waist, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

"Hu Shanhai, are you going to form a mortal enemy with my Chen family? You don't deserve it yet! ”

As soon as he raised his hand, the martial artists who followed him were all condensed with qi and blood and true qi.

These people are at least in the realm of sentiment, second-rate masters in the rivers and lakes.

Among them, the two people standing behind Chen Qi were obviously in the Qi Condensation Realm, and the aura on their bodies was turbulent, as if they were about to come out of their bodies.

In the lobby, the atmosphere is suddenly solemn.

"The case of vendetta is over, but the case of demon hunting is not over."

"What Jingzhao Mansion doesn't dare to manage, I will take care of the Demon Slaying Alliance."

Behind Hu Shanhai, a voice sounded.

A man in his thirties, dressed in a blue and black robe and wearing a crown of jade hair, came at some point.

Beside him, there was also a young man wearing a cyan brocade robe, with a calm face like an ancient well.

The Taoist stepped forward and reached out.

"Hum—"

The long banner placed in the lobby was windless and automatic, hanging half a foot high, flashing golden light on it, and the Dao spirit pattern appeared, wandering like a golden snake.

This kind of means is completely exclusive to the immortal family!

In the lobby, on the corridors on both sides, the onlookers exclaimed.

Chen Qi, the eldest son of the Chen family, and the guards behind him all trembled, and they retreated unconsciously.

"Demon Slayer Alliance?" On the third floor, Zhu Yunshan muttered, "Recently, I heard about the Immortal Slaying Alliance, when did this Demon Slaying Alliance exist?" ”

Zhang Li hadn't heard of it either.

At this time, he felt that he was too closed in Jingyuanguan.

Although you can not listen to what is going on outside the window when you practice, it is better to have the necessary information in hand.

"It is rumored that it is an alliance composed of several immortal cultivators in Luojing City." Zhao Ji spoke softly on the side.

Alliance of Immortal Cultivators.

No wonder.

Zhang Li could see that this envoy was obviously a disciple of the Imperial Spirit Dao, but his cultivation was average, and he only had three levels of qi training.

The long banner was only a half-magic weapon.

At this time, this kind of power is enough to bluff ordinary people.

Zhu Yunshan pouted.

Martial King Zhao Cheng was straight, and his eyes fell on the Taoist of the imperial envoy long flag, and he was actually a little eager to try.

Su Ming had a hint of melancholy in his eyes, and turned his head slightly to look out of the room.

In the room on the third floor, Liu Yue, who was holding a long knife, frowned.

She raised her gaze slightly, cast it somewhere on the third floor, and said coldly: "These immortal cultivators will cause chaos. ”

Zhao Yuyan, who was beside her, turned her head and said in a low voice, "Sister Liu Yue, are you talking about Mr. Zhu?" ”

Liu Yue's face turned red and turned her head.

"Mengmeng, you said that Qingyue is still on the ship, what should you do?"

"Otherwise, you can jump ship and leave, this Luoshui is your world." Qu Shan looked at Yu Mengmeng.

Yu Mengmeng nodded and shook her head again.

"Qingyue hasn't left yet, I have to see her leave before I can rest assured."

"I came with Mr. Su, and they may not dare to check there."

Who are Su Ming and their party?

The prince, the prince, and the same immortal cultivators.

I'm afraid the people below won't be able to check them either.

"Mr. Su......" Qu Shan trembled, her face turned white, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

"If Mr. Su sees us here, we, we ......"

Who wants to be left in the dust?

Even if this cloud boat can keep the green and white, it is also a green building painting boat after all.

It is impossible for Mr. Su to look at the woman in the cloud boat.

Those hopes of the year, after a flood, all came to naught.

Dreams, long overdue to wake up.

Below, after the Taoist of the Imperial Spirit Dao came forward, the eldest son of the Chen family also died down.

The long banner hanging high is full of disturbing golden light.

"Don't worry, Poor Dao is not interested in you," the Taoist glanced around, with a smile on his face, "As long as you all walk under my imperial spirit flag, you can leave safely." ”

"I only collect demons."

Collect demons!

This hanging treasure is for the purpose of collecting demons!

There is such a treasure in the world.

For a while, many people were less apprehensive, but curious about this kind of immortal means.

"Is there really a demon in this cloud boat?"

"It is said that the demon is very powerful, and it is difficult for the great grandmaster to resist."

"Awesome? Can you walk under that long flag? ”

There was a lot of discussion around him, Hu Shanhai asked the catchers to board the second floor cabin, and another team went outside the cabin to bring in the people scattered on the deck.

Men and women walked under the long flag, and the long flag moved lightly without the slightest reaction.

The Taoist and the young man standing behind the long banner had the same expressions and stood with their hands in hand.

Zhang Chu and Zhuo Yun, who had been brought in from the back deck of the ship, glanced at each other, and their eyes swept over a black-robed fifty-year-old man behind them.

With a cold face, the old man walked around under the long flag, and then stood in the corner of the lobby.

Zhuo Yun and Zhang Chu also walked around, and then quietly stood in the lobby.

In the second floor, people are constantly being led down.

"Sister Qingling!" In the room on the third floor, Zhao Yuyan let out a low voice.

Who is Qingling, who is not the unparalleled singing and dancing on the ship?

Qingling, isn't it Qingyue!

Qingyue, it's a demon!

Yu Mengmeng Huo Ran stepped out, the short sword in his hand clenched.

Qu Shan's hands trembled, and she didn't know what to do for a while.

Liu Yue frowned, carried a knife, and walked out.

"Blue Moon!" Standing on the third floor, Yu Mengmeng shouted.

Below, the woman in the long dress in Tsing Yi, who had already walked into the lobby, trembled and slowly turned around.

In the room on the third floor, Su Ming slowly stood up.

Zhao Ji's face flashed with a different color.

Martial King Zhao Cheng gently put down the wine glass in his hand.

Zhu Yunshan turned his head to look at Zhang Li, who was expressionless, shook his head, and looked at the red figure holding a long knife opposite, with a smile in his eyes.

"Hum—"

At this moment, the long banner hanging high in the lobby suddenly vibrated with a bang!

On it, the golden light shone brightly, turning into golden chains, constantly circling and clanging.

"There's a demon!"

The Taoist behind the long flag stepped out, grasped the handle of the long flag in his hand, and let out a long shout.

The young man beside him spread his five fingers on both hands, and two pale cyan clusters of light appeared in his palms, and there was a flash of golden light in his eyes.

In the middle of the lobby, the guests and the woman of the cloud boat who had been gathered together screamed in panic and fled in all directions.

"Don't run!"

Hu Shanhai let out a loud shout, the long knife came out of its sheath, and rushed forward.

The catcher behind him drew his knife and stepped forward.

"Don't hurt anyone!" Although Grand Prince Chen was shocked, he was still calm, let out a low shout, and raised his hand to wave.

The guards behind him rushed to the lobby to stop those catchers and Hu Shanhai.

The Taoist holding the long banner ignored the chaos in the hall, the long banner in his hand vibrate, and the golden chains of the Dao spread out in all directions.

"She's not a demon, I'm —" On the third floor, Yu Mengmeng shouted, her figure flew up, and a golden red cloud appeared behind her.

On her forehead, a patch of golden scale armor emerged.

Goblin!

Below, Qingyue watched Yu Mengmeng fly down, his body moved, and rushed towards Chen Qi, the eldest son of the Chen family standing on the side, and a short sword in his hand swept lightly and put it on his neck.

The blade of the sword was light and thin, and when it was pressed on the neck, blood marks were already visible.

Chen Dagongzi's legs and feet trembled, and he struggled to stand still.

It's just that everyone's eyes are not on them at all at this time.

Everyone looked at Yu Mengmeng, who had flowing hair, was dressed in red, and had a golden scale armor on his forehead.

The posture of flying down is a demon, and it is also intoxicating.

"This is the demon ......" Zhao Yuyan looked at Yu Mengmeng, who flew down like a light cloud, and whispered in his mouth.