Ning Dan, surnamed Li, glanced in the direction of Wang Ze, and said, "Wang Daoyou, you better go and kill a Thousand Transformations Sect cultivator, and block the mouth of the demon cultivator." ”

Facing Ning Dan's concern surnamed Li, Wang Ze nodded and walked away.

In one corner of the battle group, to be exact, behind the cultivators of the Thousand Transformations Sect, a young cultivator from the second layer of Ning Dan was there, he obviously had not experienced this kind of melee situation, and he was very nervous. For a moment, he didn't know whether to get involved or what.

At this time, a young cultivator came behind him, and his cultivation of the third layer of Ning Dan. The young cultivator encouraged: "This is the battle of the defense of the stronghold of this sect, we are usually protected by the sect, and today we are bound to fight to the death and make the cultivators who come to invade pay the price." Until the last moment, you can't give up the stronghold of the sect to others. ”

The young cultivator turned his head and found that it was Senior Brother Bai Fang, who was idle on weekdays, and belonged to the person who said with his mouth better than with his hands, and seemed to have heard that this person was of inferior character...... But today, the rumors are obviously wrong.

He was encouraged, the fear in his heart was less, and his eyes full of fighting spirit looked at the chaotic battle situation in front of him, and he couldn't help but tremble, and then gritted his teeth, turned around and said: "Senior Brother Bai, your cultivation is higher than mine, if you can escape in the end, you will go to the Zhou family on Lanjing Island to send some spirit stones, so that the family can live without worry." ”

As he spoke, he took out a storage bag, which contained half of the spirit stones of all his net worth, and handed it to Bai Fang.

At this moment, an enemy cultivator noticed the person who was hiding quietly here, and flew over.

Bai Fang reached out to pick up the storage bag, and the moment she took it, she suddenly stretched out her hand and pushed it out. Push the young cultivator's body towards the battle group, and let the junior disciple who keeps talking about it delay the enemy for himself.

Moreover. When he reached out and pushed it on the young cultivator's waist, he hooked his fingers with a premeditated touch. A storage bag was in hand. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Don't worry, the spirit stone will definitely be delivered." ”

After reaching out to push the young cultivator out, Bai Fang turned around and shot fiercely, fleeing towards the outside of the battle group. He said with disdain in his heart: What kind of love for the sect, what kind of meaning for the same family, there are really people who believe it?!

This scene happened to be seen by Wang Ze, who was shooting at him, and he was about to encounter the young cultivator almost instantly, although the young cultivator was shocked and angry. But he would not be restrained, and he was even more clumsy in his nervousness, but before his spell could be condensed and formed, he was defeated by Wang Ze with a wave of his hand.

After defeating the spell, Wang Ze reached out, and a rune between his five fingers radiated out, and he shouted "sleepy" in a low voice. The young cultivator felt that the power of the Dao rope was derived from the surrounding air and bound himself.

Wang Ze pulled the young cultivator with one hand. Hold him in your hands.

"You can't kill me, you let me go. "The young cultivator struggled.

"Shut up. Wang Ze let out a low sigh and continued to chase down.

Although Bai Fang had escaped dozens of zhang away, it was difficult to compare with Wang Ze's speed. After a while, he was chased by Wang Ze.

Wang Ze's magic trick was launched, and the glacier trail rumbled out, killing the inferior people under the crampons. But the next moment, the crampons burst apart. It turned into a thick ice mist, covering a space of dozens of zhang in a radius.

The next moment. The figure of a young cultivator shot out from the ice mist, and there was no lack of gratitude in the panic. Wang Ze's words still sounded in his ears, "Whether you can escape or not depends on your creation." ”

When the ice mist dissipated, Wang Ze's figure was also missing, and he had already appeared dozens of feet away.

After more than half an hour, the battle gradually came to an end, and the cultivators of the Thousand Transformations Sect either died or fled, and only the people of the demon cultivator force were left in place.

After counting, nineteen of the thirty-one Thousand Transformation Sect cultivators were killed, and only twelve escaped. Five people fell in the melee on their side, plus the three people who fell before breaking the shield, making a total of eight.

The number of people has almost doubled, and there are still eight cultivators who have fallen, although the thousands of sects have a geographical advantage, but the disadvantages of the lack of cooperation on the side of the demon cultivator force are also obvious. However, after the growth of a melee, if you start again, the demon cultivation force will not fall more than two people.

Next, after cleaning up the battlefield leftovers, the three teams of the demon cultivation force left the stronghold.

After all, this was not an advance battle between the two forces to fight for a stronghold, it was just a blow and a defeat, and they also had to watch out for the retaliation of the cultivators of the Thousand Transformations Sect.

Three hundred miles away from the attack stronghold, two half-demon cultivators led the group to land on an island. The island is dozens of miles in size, lush and lush with vegetation.

After stopping, the grim man said, "Rest here for a few days, and then attack the next stronghold." As for the distribution of the obtained resources, they will be distributed together after the next stronghold is captured. ”

The spirit stones, elixirs, etc., obtained from the attack on the stronghold of the Thousand Variations Sect had already been handed over before leaving the stronghold. Now he is not trustworthy and disagrees, which makes many people angry.

And the two teams led by the two half-demon cultivators obviously had a sense of xenophobia towards Wang Ze's team, which made Chen, Li, Ning and other Ning Dan cultivators extremely unhappy.

After resting on an unknown island, Chen, Li, and Ning stationed their team far away, miles away from the other two teams.

Wang Ze turned a blind eye to these, the short-haired strong man who was a half-demon cultivator did not trouble him after the war, but let him not have a chance to expose his cultivation. Now that he can blend into the demon cultivation forces, it is also a rare opportunity, and he is not in a hurry to return to the Ten Thousand Law Sect.

At this time, he was in the midst of cultivation, but he suddenly smelled the aroma of wine and meat in his nose, and he couldn't help but open his eyes, but saw a busy scene.

In this group of thirteen cultivators, some brought out a treasure of good wine, some hunted delicious fish from the sea, and some brought out a fat deer, a wild boar, and a few birds with bright feathers from the forest, which were roasted into fragrant and dripping meat.

Seeing Wang Ze open his eyes, an early cultivator roasting wild deer five zhang away had never said a word to Wang Ze, at this time, he suddenly smiled, threw over a jar of wine, and said with a smile: "Senior, Chen Ningdan said it, if you are not happy in your heart, you might as well drink wine and eat meat in large gulps!"

Wang Ze stretched out his hand and grabbed the wine jar and smiled.

This group of cultivators who had gathered temporarily became more and more like a whole.

Wang Ze put down the wine jar for the time being, his eyes were thinking, and he didn't know which force he belonged to in the next stronghold of the attack?

The harmonious atmosphere of Wang Ze's team of cultivators naturally attracted the attention of the other two cultivators, and the short-haired strong man looked at him and snorted coldly with disdain: "A group of sour cultivators, it's really like things to gather people in groups!"

He turned his head to look at the gloomy man not far away, and said, "Don't you think this group of cultivators is very annoying?"

The corners of the yin man's mouth lifted an arc, and he said lightly: "What if it is pleasing to the eye, but it is just a temporary use." Before they saw the Demon Cultivator Elder, they would probably fall to the ground......"

"Haha, haha!" the short-haired man laughed twice, and when he thought about it, his heart felt much more comfortable. (To be continued.) )