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Chapter 202 The Missing City Lord He
Lingyin always remembered what Qing Tingyu said.

At this time, they are like two floating straws, wandering together in the long river of another world, looking for a resting place where they can cuddle up.

On this day, Yun Muqing killed pheasants and hares, and made a barbecue to eat in the evening.

Maybe it was infected by her. Now if they don't eat something delicious every day, they will always feel that life has no sense of ritual and less fun.

After traveling for six days, they finally contacted He Yu and the others, so they made an appointment to meet in the open space in the middle of the forest.

Qing Tingyu sat cross-legged on a large flat stone to adjust his breath, Lingyin helped to deal with the chicken feathers, Yun Muqing set up the stone, Ye Bai turned into a little fox, squatted beside him, tilted his head to watch them busy, but his eyes were already stuck On the raw meat, he swallowed several times.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark and He Yu and others did not arrive as scheduled, Lingyin took out the sky-peeping mirror to observe the surrounding situation.

So many days have passed, is the Yu family still chasing after him?Fortunately, they have kindly helped them, and they really complied with the phrase "good people may not be rewarded".

Suddenly, a sound transmission talisman quickly flew in front of them, unfolded to look, accompanied by Gong Wuming's simple voice: "Senior Brother, Senior Sister, help!"

With just one sentence, they knew that something had happened again, so they had no time to eat barbecue, collected utensils and raw meat, and turned into several auras and rushed to the source of the sound transmission talisman.

On the other side, Gong Wuming carried He Yu on his back, and the red-eyed white tiger carried a thin man wrapped in a black robe on his back. The two were back to back, surrounded by magic cultivators wrapped in black robes.

"Why are there more and more demon cultivators recently? I have already sent a message to my brother just now, if you persist for a while, they will arrive soon."

After a pause, Gong Wuming thought of something, "Dabai, aren't you a monster? There is no way to make them obey?"

If Dabai could look back, it must be the look in the eyes of the "fool".

"Have you ever seen a beast control a person? Or do you humans have such a rule? A beast is a beast, and becoming a monster is also a beast. If the leader of the monster clan, Huang, is still alive, we will not let people fight and kill."

He looked at the moxiu around him, they surrounded him, on the one hand, the person on his back was very important, on the other hand, he was a transformed monster.

Having a transformed monster by his side is equivalent to adding an extra sharp weapon. No matter how bad it is, he can also refine medicine and make pills. Now he is full of treasures.

"Handing people over can let you and your friends live."

This was said to Gong Wuming.

Gong Wuming looked at the leader, "Let's talk nonsense, if you want to fight, you can fight hard, and if you frown today, you are not considered a good man."

"Hahaha, have you listened to too many dramas?" The leader Moxiu raised half his arm, "Okay, since you have said so, I will fulfill you. Anyway, only dead people can't speak, and monsters, refined into A sharp spiritual weapon may be more obedient."

Dabai shook his tiger's head, "Bah, I have already recognized the Lord, even if I die, I will not listen to your mercy."

"Good backbone, it's the blood of the demon race." The man's face changed abruptly, "But I just like hard bones, the harder the bones, the more I like them."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand, and many demon cultivators around him rushed forward, each showing their magical powers, and put them into a deadlock.

Gong Wuming wanted to block while taking care of He Yu behind him, so he would inevitably get hurt, and these demon cultivators were so despicable that they secretly stimulated the magic breath, trying to inject the magic breath into his body.

The senior brother once said that no matter how powerful a demon cultivator is, once he is infected with the demon breath, he cannot avoid becoming possessed, or even get rid of it.

Therefore, when fighting the magic cultivator, the aura of body protection must be turned on.

"Brother!" He suddenly shouted.

The leader of the magic cultivator standing outside watching the battle laughed wildly, "I want to rely on a dead man to kill him when I am about to die."

He thought that Gong Wuming was asking for help from the person on his back, but unexpectedly, before his laughter stopped, a sense of danger suddenly appeared behind him, he bent down subconsciously, and kicked his feet ten feet away.

When looking back, the demon cultivator who had surrounded Gong Wuming and the others was now dead and wounded, and there were reinforcements. His strength should not be underestimated.

What is the identity of this fat man?
"Wu Ming, what is this?" Ling Yin looked behind him, her face was as pale as paper ashes, as if she had lost all life.

Gong Wuming sighed: "We were ambushed. Senior brother He Yu failed in his promotion. He was still awake. Later, when we ran for our lives, we met He Yu's father, and we have been hunted down by this group of demon cultivators. Uncle He seems to know Regarding their secrets, by the way, they also took a fancy to Dabai and wanted to kill him."

After he explained the process in one breath, Lingyin quickly looked at the middle-aged man behind Dabai's back. It was quite different from the previous image, but it could still be seen from the outline that it was very similar to the City Lord He in his impression.

They failed to save them back then, and this time, it must not be repeated.

Qing Tingyu walked towards Moxiu, "Do you want to kill them?"

At this time, the leader of the magic cultivator saw that he was a demon, and thought he was dazzled.

"You are also a demon, you, you are actually mixing with human cultivators?!"

Qing Tingyu frowned, and his tone was gloomy, revealing a trace of impatience, "Who said that demons and humans can't get along? Also, what qualifications do you have to ask me?"

The leader of the magic cultivator instantly felt the suppression of the strength of the same kind, which made him breathless.

"Recently, the demons are acting more and more. Who gave you the courage to be rampant? Let me tell you in advance that I don't have that much patience. If you don't want to move your mouth, then I can only do it."

The demons looked left and right, holding weapons in their hands, but retreated unconsciously, as if they could run away as long as the leader gave an order, and the farther they ran, the better.

Who is he?
How could there be a demon cultivator in the human cultivator of the lower realm?

For a moment, the leader of the Demon Cultivator thought a lot, and finally said: "As long as you go back to the Demon Realm with us, our Demon Lord will tell you of course."

"Oh? Who are you Demon Lord?"

"Although the demon world is now torn apart, our Demon Venerable is the strongest, and there is also the Demon Race's sacred object, the Lizhu, which is not comparable to a chicken like you. I think you are of the same race as us, so I kindly persuade you. If you If you don’t listen, kill us, the Demon Lord will never let you go if he knows about it.”

After a pause, in order to embolden himself, he raised his voice again: "Hey, you don't know yet, do you? Our Mozun has already refined a large number of puppets in the Zhongyin Continent. Within half a year, the Zhongyin Continent will be our Demon Venerable." The world of... uh!"

Before he finished speaking, he felt a chill on his neck, and when he looked back, a headless corpse stood in front of Qing Tingyu, its head fell to the ground, bouncing like a ball, its mouth was open, its eyes were crooked, and it was still smiling.

This is, my corpse?
The leader of the magic cultivator suddenly realized that I was already dead.

The others were all shocked by his speed and thunderous momentum, they turned around and fled.

(End of this chapter)