Yan Yunting searched out a book from the catfish essence, and when it was opened, it was actually a row of shining names, each name had a blood painting on it, and it was recorded that there were more than thirty demon slaves.

If you master this roster, you can manipulate the power of life and death of demon slaves, and it will be of great use in the future, and Yan Yunting is happy to take it into your pocket.

Bai Rong peeled off the skin and placket of the catfish essence, and then a fire charm destroyed its body.

"The sudden death of the demon king will definitely arouse suspicion, and it is not advisable to stay here for a long time."

Everyone stepped on the phoenix and headed for the west of Changliu Mountain.

……

Sure enough, just half an hour after Yan Yunting and the others left, two demon cultivators flew out of the sea, one wearing a black robe and the other wearing a green robe, both of them had a dark horse face, and there were two small edges and corners between their foreheads, and their cultivation had reached the third order, among which the black robe demon cultivators were stronger, and they were only one step away from the fourth-order demon emperor.

The demon cultivator flew into the Lingyin Palace, with a straight face, frowning, and looking left and right.

"The methods of these people are very professional, and they didn't leave any breath after killing people, and they didn't even see a drop of blood." The black-robed demon cultivator said coldly.

The blue-robed demon cultivator said in a deep voice: "Could it be that the group of monks of the Spirit Yin Sect have turned back again?" ”

The black-robed demon cultivator shook his head slightly, "It's unlikely, the Lingyin Sect has only one Yuanying cultivator, and Ge Catfish has second-order peak demon power, and he will never be easily defeated; Even if he is a Genshin Cultivator, he can't win, at least he can fight for a few rounds, and if they fight, the aura generated by them will not be noticeable to us......

The blue-robed demon cultivator frowned: "You mean that it is likely that the one who killed Ge Catfish was ...... Immortals? The next moment, he retorted to himself: "The only two immortals in Penglai have also been strangled by our joint efforts, how can there be a third immortal?" ”

The black-robed demon cultivator said, "Maybe it's not Monk Penglai. ”

The blue-robed demon cultivator said: "The sea area near Penglai has been controlled by our clan, if there is a major repair, how can we not detect the slightest breath?" ”

"It's useless to guess his origin here, if there are really other immortal realm cultivators who have quietly landed, it is very likely that they have come to save people," the black-robed demon cultivator said to the blue-robed demon cultivator:

"The last time Ge Cat sent a message and said that there are remnants of monks in Changliu Mountain, where he is likely to go, you catch up and take a look, but remember, if he is really in the immortal class, he must judge the situation and do not act without authorization."

"What about being in the immortal class? Can he still escape from the encirclement of our people? ”

"Those who have the courage to log in to Penglai at this juncture must not be a layman, be cautious, and you won't be wrong."

"Understood."

The blue-robed demon cultivator nodded, transformed into a blue-armored giant beard, and fled to the west.

……

An hour later, the Nagaru Mountains came into view.

Changliu Mountain belongs to the hinterland of Penglai, and the aura is much shallower than that of Lingyin Mountain, so there is no sect to sit here, but the mountain is steep and steep, the primeval forest is dense, and it is more than 500 miles longitudinally and horizontally, which is a good place to hide.

Yan Yunting held the roster in his left hand and the Eight Treasure Compass in his right hand, overlooking the mountains that were getting closer and closer from the clouds.

Demon slaves are engraved with imprints, so they can easily perceive their location, and the Eight Treasure Compass can also see all the demon spirits within a radius of thousands of miles.

At this moment, due northwest, at most a hundred miles deeper into the mountain range, there are seventeen or eighteen demon slaves entrenched.

Hunters gather where there is prey, and if nothing else, the fleeing monks are likely to hide there.

Yan Yunting pretended to be a catfish spirit, Bai Rong changed his appearance into a yaksha, the two jumped off the phoenix and stepped away according to the direction pointed by the compass, and the three swordsmen stayed in the phoenix, responsible for monitoring the movements around them.

Three peaks, one valley, there are eighteen black-clothed monks, in groups of threes and twos, looking for something.

Yan Yunting and Bai Rong took the Qi Hidden Pill, and hung it on their waists with the Demon Pill pretending to be smelly.

"Pretending to be a little bit."

"I'm more professional than you in this business."

The two of them held their heads high, made a high posture, and slowly landed on the top of the mountain.

Eighteen black-clothed demon slaves, seeing the master's visit, hurriedly gathered towards the mountain.

"Lord Demon King, what kind of wind is blowing you today?" A slightly older monk took the lead in offering flattery, and his cultivation was not low, and he had a yuan infancy.

Yan Yunting learned the accent of the catfish essence, and said loudly: "If the monk's remnants are not pulled out for a day, this king will feel uneasy, and he has taken advantage of his leisure time to review the search situation." ”

The old monk pointed to the valley and said, "Lord Demon King, don't worry, after the villains have been driven around the clock, those remnants have been besieged in this valley, and now we are constantly narrowing the scope of the search, or it won't be long before we can catch them all!" ”

Yan Yunting nodded, satisfied was really satisfied, he took out the roster and said: "There is one more thing, some monks have pretended to be demon slaves recently, in order to clear your suspicions, they will each reveal their names, and I will check them." ”

"My name is Yu Zhengzhong!" The old monk blurted out.

"Huang Zili!"

"Lan Xiuru!"

……

The monks reported their names one after another, and Yan Yunting called up their imprints from the book in turn, and after the eighteen monks had all reported, the eighteen names appeared in the air one after another.

"Lord Demon King, for the sake of our dedication to the demon clan, after catching those remnants of the sins, we will revoke the curse seal, right?" The old monk bared his teeth and smiled.

Yan Yunting snorted coldly, "I'll erase the curse mark for you." After speaking, a spiritual light in his palm shattered all eighteen names.

The mark was shattered, the life was also withered, and all the demon slaves died in an instant!

He stomped on his feet, shaking up eighteen corpses, and a sword qi slashed out, "Bang Bang Bang Bang ......" corpses all exploded into blood foam, and then a gust of wind blew from his sleeves, completely blowing away the blood mist.

After cleaning up the traitors, Yan Yunting put away the roster, took off his disguise, flew over the valley, and shouted loudly: "I am Mei Mingzhi of the Heavenly Sect, if the head of the Hong sect can hear my call, please come out and meet you quickly." ”

The voice echoed through the valley.

After a while, I saw the cliff of the west peak, under a hanging pine, an inconspicuous stone gate slowly opened, and a middle-aged man in a green shirt poked his head out first, and when he saw that it was really an old man, he was instantly overjoyed:

"It's Mei Daxia, Mei Daxia is here to save us!"

The stone cave under the hanging pine is less than half a zhang wide, and it takes prostrate to pass people, Hong Zhengchun led the twelve or thirteen surviving disciples of the Lingyin Sect to climb out of the cave in turn. It's a famous sect anyway, and they all look like they are gray-faced, and they are more or less embarrassed.

Yan Yunting stared at the monk who drilled out of the hole, longing for Wu Qingyao to be next, but until the last male cultivator came out, he didn't find her.

There were a total of thirteen white-clothed disciples, all of whom were male cultivators, and not a single female cultivator had never seen them.

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