"Boom-"

The waves are rolling more and more violently, and more and more sharp-toothed fish are emerging from the water.

These fish, distinctly extremely crazy, are biting everywhere, and those overturned wooden boats are bitten in just a few clicks.

Zhang Chu, who was standing beside Hu Shanhai, held a piece of talisman paper between his fingertips, his face was solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "These fish and shrimp have become like this when they are contaminated with demonic energy, what about that person?" ”

Hu Shanhai trembled and clenched the hilt of the knife.

"If a person is contaminated with demonic energy, it may not change much in three or two days, but after that, it will be as demonic as these fish, unless there is a way to get rid of the demonic energy in their body." Qingyue looked at the demonic energy that was spreading in front of her and said in a low voice.

People will also demonize!

"Bang-"

A wave surged, knocking the young man with a short gun on his back away, and the demonic energy was less restrained and rushed straight up.

The white-clothed monk on the other side couldn't stop the demonic energy, and his figure stepped on the waves and retreated.

The tumbling demonic aura was like a devil with teeth and claws, rushing towards the surrounding big boats.

The people on the boat screamed in panic, or jumped from the ship, or shrank into the corner, or shouted and urged.

"Oh no, the martial artist's qi and blood can attract demon qi, and the demon qi will enter the body, and it will even directly turn into a demon ......" Qingyue only felt that her hands and feet were cold, and she clenched her fists and whispered.

Zhang Chu stepped out in a few steps, landed on a capsized small wooden boat, raised his hand to hold a penny, and rushed to the big boat in front of him.

A flame rose in his hand, turned into a three-zhang fire rope, and swung down towards the demonic qi.

The fire rope stopped in front of the big ship, and the demonic energy didn't seem to dare to be burned by this flame, and retreated slightly.

"Immortal masters, please take action-"

Zhang Chu shouted loudly.

Immortal Master!

There are more than 20 immortal cultivators here, working together, and they can't stop the demonic energy!

"Immortal Master help—"

"Ask the Immortal Master to make a move-"

The people on the big ship fell to their knees and shouted.

Qiao Cheng and the others, who had just escaped from the sinking ship, glanced at each other.

"Brother Qiao, what should I do?" A green-robed Taoist looked at Qiao Cheng.

The others also showed hesitation on their faces.

"What can I do, let's make a show." Qiao Cheng snorted, glanced at the ship of the Demon Slayer League not far away, and then raised his hand and waved.

A cyan illusory handprint was sent out, turned into a large size, and crashed into the demonic energy.

The demonic aura was turbulent, but it did not hinder it in the slightest.

Make a show.

Who wants to waste their precious True Yuan here?

If they hadn't devoted themselves to Jingyuanguan, it would be difficult to explain if they didn't make a move, and they would have thrown off their sleeves and left.

The immortal cultivators on Jing Yuanguan's side made a move, although they couldn't stop the demonic energy, but it made the scene a little calmer.

On the deck of the Demon Slayer Alliance, those immortal cultivators were silent for a moment, some turned around and went back to the cabin, and some left directly on the waves.

In the end, no one made a move.

I don't even bother to do it.

The mundane world is just a land of ants, how can you waste the true element in vain?

Above the water, the demonic energy dispersed faster and faster.

"Whoa—"

The sound of falling water came, and Qingyue turned her head and stared wide.

"Dream dreams!"

In the middle of the river, a golden and red shadow rushed towards the place filled with demonic energy in front of him.

"Qing, Qingyue, dream of her, she-" Zhao Yuyan, who was holding a small purse in his hand, turned pale and stretched out his hand to point to the two-zhang-long red shadow in the water.

"Whew-"

The red shadow rushed out of the water, and the two-zhang-long golden-red koi fish rotated, locking the demonic energy.

The demonic energy in mid-air was slapped by the fishtail, and it suddenly lost its power to escape, and slowly declined.

"Demon!"

Qiao Cheng and the others widened their eyes.

"Exorcise demonic energy?" The young man with a short gun on his back held a pale golden compass in his hand, on which golden light flashed, frowning and whispering.

The "demon ......" folded his hands, and the water vapor under his feet turned into lotus flowers, and there was a hint of discoloration in the eyes of the young monk who dragged his body.

Qingyue sighed, flew down on the boat, took out the small bag on her chest, bent down and handed it to Zhao Yuyan.

"Lord Yuyan, take care."

Between her forehead, a piece of cyan scale armor emerged.

"Qingyue ......" Zhao Yuyan watched Qingyue turn over and enter the water, her body turned into a two-zhang herring fish, rushed into the air, and spun with the red fish, locking the demonic energy.

"That's it, demon!" The people of the Demon Slayer Alliance, who had already left, turned back one after another.

"What are they doing?"

"Exorcise demonic energy?"

Standing at the bow of the ship, someone whispered, someone frowned.

"Hmph, a demon is a demon." A black-robed Taoist snorted softly, and a long banner wrapped in his hand slowly unfolded.

Spirit Flag!

The people of the Imperial Spirit Road!

The Daoist's eyes stared at the blue and red fish shadow in front of him, and greed flashed in his eyes.

"Fellow Daoists, if you can help Qi Shang seal the demon, all the demon slaying rewards Qi will not be a point, and in the future, Qi will never forget today's kindness." The Taoist turned around and bowed his hand to everyone.

His face was solemn, and he said in a low voice: "As long as these two demons can be sealed into the Imperial Spirit Flag, it will be the face of the great grandmaster, and Qi will not be afraid at all." ”

With the Imperial Spirit Banner of the Imperial Spirit, which is comparable to a magic weapon, in hand, and is not afraid of the fourth and fifth layers of Qi training, even the great master can also fight!

The eyes of everyone in the Demon Slayer Alliance on the bow of the ship flickered, their eyes exchanged, and they nodded slightly.

The Demon Slayer Alliance needs a strong man.

Seeing that everyone agreed, Qi Shang laughed, and turned to look at the blue and red fish with a rotating figure.

The people who retreated into the distance, the people on the big boat, all had blank expressions on their faces.

"This demon, is it a good demon?"

Someone whispered softly.

"Not necessarily, I'm afraid I don't want to use this demonic qi to cultivate." Someone clenched his fists and said coldly: "How can a demon be a good demon." ”

Qiao Cheng and the others got closer, and everyone had different expressions at this time.

"This is the real demon." On Qiao Cheng's side, the eyes of the Taoist wearing a cyan Taoist robe and a green jade belt tied around his waist narrowed.

The demon before was just a demon cultivator, and now the one who flies to dispel the demon qi is the real demon.

"Whether it's a real demon or a fake demon, you can dispel the demonic ......qi at this time," Qiao Cheng whispered, a complicated look flashed on his face.

"The master is from the Hanging Temple, what do you think of these two demons?" The young man standing on the waves looked at the white-clothed monk.

The white-clothed monk turned his head and his gaze fell on the young man's short spear.

"Jiang Yuanjing, one of the twelve envoys of the Demon Suppression Division, the silver spear messenger?"

"The poor monk knows it, and the disciple walks in the Hanging Temple."

The monk folded his hands and bowed slightly, then looked at the blue and red Pisces, shook his head, and said in a low voice: "Demon, after all, it is a demon." ”

Jiang Yuan nodded, and the compass in his hand was clenched.

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In the Jingyuan view, Wang Qingyang, the master of the view, led a Taoist with a sword on his back.

In front of the Demon Suppression Tower, Yuanhe Daoren looked solemn and handed a talisman to Aoki's hand.

"Except for Uncle Shi, no one is allowed to set foot in this place."

Aoki nodded, clenching the talisman tightly.

Yuan He Daoren was fully dressed, took a deep breath, and flew away.

Zhang Li, who was in the quiet room, opened his eyes, frowned slightly, raised his hand to put away the array disk, and stood up.

He has been steadily cultivating these days, and at the same time he has been practicing swordsmanship and body refining exercises.

Cultivating to the seventh level of Qi cultivation, there are changes in the operation and control of power.

If it weren't for the sound of the golden bell outside, he really didn't want to go out.

When the golden bell rings in Jingyuan View, something big must happen.