"What's going on?"

Everyone took the opportunity to look back, but saw a few disciples running out of a mountain peak, and then they saw the demonic qi rolling, all kinds of colorful smoke miasma fluttering, and at least a hundred or so demon beasts with different cultivation levels were rampage. There are running proboscis giant elephants, golden antelopes with hanging horns, colored snakes crawling forward, and various centipedes, poisonous snakes, pythons, and so on. Among them, the most eye-catching is a three-eyed white tiger with wings on its back, an amber and green snake that is only a foot long and as thin as a finger, and a demon beast with four hooves and smoke, eyes like Jinqing, horns like rhinos, and ears like fans. These demon beasts were attracted by the demon flags, and they came towards Zheng Zheng in one go.

"Why did the demon beasts raised by the beast relents en masse?" The Izumo Mountain monk couldn't help but gasp, not knowing why things had developed to this point.

Zheng Zheng glanced at it and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, as long as there is no Yuan Ying or above, things will be easy to do.

"Deep Blue, lend me a hand. He exclaimed.

"Yes, young master. A faint figure, barely visible, emerged from the pagoda, and then turned into a cloud of mist, merging the body into the void. The action is fleeting, and the speed is so fast that people can't capture a little trajectory.

A demon spirit entered Zheng Zheng's body and quickly fused. The momentum on his body began to climb up non-stop, and in the end, he rushed directly to the Jindan Consummation Realm.

Of course, it seems that this is the case on the table, but in fact, Zheng Zheng's strength has not changed at all, and it is still the sixth-layer cultivation of Jindan. He just borrowed the "potential" of dark blue and prepared a fox and a fake tiger.

Soon, hundreds of demon beasts with mixed strength came to Zheng Zheng, and there were also some demon beasts with low strength and unable to fly, wandering back and forth under the mountain, staring at the starry demon summoning flags in the sky.

The domineering spirit of the demon king emanating from above went straight to the depths of their hearts, making them happy and convinced, and they were very respectful.

Zheng Zheng's hands were spread, the demon flag was furious in the wind, and countless starlights swirled and flew down. With a domineering finger, all the demon beasts comprehended, each roared in a low voice, turned to look at the immortal cultivators on Izumo Mountain, and rushed down with a roar.

Since the Demon Beast Rebellion, their situation has already attracted the close attention of a bunch of immortal cultivators. When they saw that the demon beasts were like soldiers, accepting Zheng Zheng's order to send a counterattack and turn around to kill Izumo Mountain, all of them had expressions of disbelief on their faces.

What is the origin of that young man?

It had already attracted a large number of Demon Domain beetles before, and now it didn't know how to use to make the Demon Beasts of Izumo Mountain collectively mutiny. Who knows if there are any special means to increase the variables on the battlefield next?

Moreover, there was only one woman on his side at the beginning, and suddenly there were three more, although the cultivation was only about three layers of Jindan. But I can't control the weirdness of the way they appeared, who knows if there are thirty, three hundred, or even more immortal cultivators hidden behind them?

Not only that, but the demon beasts around Izumo Mountain also began to join the battlefield in a steady stream.

Due to the excellent environment here, the demon beasts raised also have an aura, and most of them are from the foundation building period to the early stage of Jindan. Although the cultivation is not high, it can't control the huge number, and now the sky and the ground are full of dense, galloping and roaring demon beasts.

"Kill me. ”

Zheng Zheng roared angrily, the demon flag pointed out, the soldiers were heading, and all the demon beasts turned into a torrent of steel in an instant, and threw themselves into it. In the blink of an eye, Mt. Izumo roared and trembled, and the sound of killing continued, and the entire mountain peak was completely surrounded by it.

He held a three-edged stick in his hand, his sword wings spread, and the black dragon flew into the air, leading the soldiers into the battlefield and facing the previous Izumo disciple. Although this immortal cultivator had the strength of about six layers of Jindan, Zheng Zheng was not afraid, and directly turned into a sea god stick, smashing out a hundred-meter-long dark golden light.

The disciple had just killed a demon blood pincer worm, and the magic weapon in his hand was still covered with dirty blood, and his aura was a little dim, and he suddenly felt that there was a killing machine to lock on him, and he couldn't help but be startled, and instantly sacrificed the diamond bracelet, and then turned into countless gold circles, intending to intercept the three-edged stick.

But he underestimated the power of the muddy gold triangular rod, it rapidly expanded and became larger, and in the end it was like an optimus jade pillar, the gold circle obviously couldn't keep up with the speed, and after being stretched open, all of them burst, Izumo disciple's heart was shaken, and after spitting out a mouthful of blood, he hurriedly hit a gossip plate barrier.

"Boom" triangular rod smashed on the gossip plate without any suspense.

The defensive magic weapon, which the monk had high hopes for, smashed into countless pieces in the first time, and it didn't even survive for a second. Then there was a powerful force like the ancient mountains, and it pressed straight down. He screamed, and saw that among the huge golden rods, three rows of nail-shaped spikes smashed into his head mercilessly with a soul-seducing cold light.

"Die. Zheng Zheng shouted loudly, and the monk only felt that it was dark in front of him, and there was a clicking sound in his head, and he completely lost consciousness. The three-edged rod was newly vacated, and the monk's body was directly pierced by the prism, and the upper half became a pulp, and the lower body was still hanging on it, and the blood and flesh foam kept dripping.

Zheng Zheng's wrist flicked, the three-edged rod shrank, and the corpse fell directly.

His gaze swept coldly, like a killing god crawling out of a sea of blood. An Izumo disciple turned pale and watched with fear on his face as Zheng Zheng's figure jumped up and down, and then appeared in front of him.

This guy's whole body trembled with fright, and he kept trembling with the magic weapon in his hand.

"Tell me where Red Cloud is hiding, and spare you from dying. With a wave of the three-edged rod, the dark and cold soul thorn was already pressed only three inches away from his shoulder, and the strong smell of blood on it made people almost sick. There was a sickle-like breath like death, constantly tormenting his painful nerves.

"Immortal, I don't know. "The immortal cultivator was taken by the momentum, and his speech became unfavorable.

"Then what's the use of leaving you?" As soon as the triangular stick was raised, the momentum was like a mountain, and Zheng Zheng shot murderously.

"Immortal Commander spares his life, I'm not sure, but it's possible that it's hidden in the Izumo Ethereal Peak. ”

Zheng Zheng said coldly: "Reason?"

The Izumo disciple trembled and said, "After Hongyun came down with his two Taoist companions, he was taken away by the Ethereal Zhifeng, and he never appeared again. ”

"Where is Ethereal Peak?"

"Over there. ”

"Suzaku, take it away. Zheng Zheng snorted, and the Vermilion Bird that had been on his shoulders immediately expanded and transformed, with a flap of his wings and claws like fire hooks, directly catching the monk.

Zheng Zheng took Baili Bing and other women, and flew straight away in the direction pointed out by the Izumo disciples. Those who dared to rush to save or intercept people were directly killed by the triangular rod in the later stage of Jindan. If it is a monk above the late stage of Jindan, he will be burned by Suzaku Nanming, and then his head will be smashed by a three-edged rod and his head will be full of Venus flying, either he will be seriously injured and retreat, or he will die directly on the battlefield.

After a five-minute journey, they were dragged for half an hour, and the group finally descended to the ethereal peak.