After being reborn, she became a pet junior sister in the world of cultivating immortals

Pei Nanxun clenched his fists, facing Han Zhao's wanton ridicule, there was nothing he could do now.

After regaining their senses, the monks still had hope and fought those immortal killers and demons.

The Immortal Killer and the Demon Race wantonly laughed at their misery, and the words they said were also merciless.

Han Zhao held his sword and pointed at the two masters.

"Don't worry, after Chu Changsheng dies, it will be your turn."

Hearing Han Zhao's brazen words, the three of them ignored him.

Right now, it's better to solve it on my own side.

They couldn't help Chu Changsheng, and even Yun Lan couldn't get through.

Yazi attacked from behind, Lu Wuya held his sword in front of him, blocking Yazi's blow.

He also took several steps back to stabilize his figure.

"Forget about that side, we can't hold back here either."

Lu Wuya took the time to say.

If they can't help Chu Changsheng, there can be no more accidents on their side.

Xue Jiaojiao and Shan Ying stood together, Shan Ying frowned, she couldn't see what was going on there, but she could sense a sinister aura.

Chu Changsheng looked at Mozun, the previous sword scratched his skin, but now the wound has not healed, but it looks more and more serious.

There was devilish energy on his arm, and Chu Changsheng used his spiritual power to suppress it.

Mozun smiled, "This sword energy has entered your body, and you are being tortured. Chu Changsheng, you are already at the end of your battle."

Chu Changsheng let out a mouthful of turbid air. As the Demon Lord said, the sword energy mixed with the devil's energy is really uncomfortable when it enters the body, not to mention that his sword is weird.

"How can you feel better than me?"

The smile on Mozun's lips faded.

Chu Changsheng said softly: "You said that I am at the end of my strength, aren't you also holding on?"

The smile on Mozun's face couldn't be maintained anymore.

"Now let's see which of us can hold on longer." Chu Changsheng mocked.

They are desperately trying to see who can get to the end.

Under the stalemate, the situation changed drastically. Unlike the previous ones, this time the dark clouds were directly blown away.

A gust of wind from the East China Sea wrapped in drizzle and set off a huge wave.

That wave rushed towards the Immortal Killer and the Demon Race.

Xue Jiaojiao's pupils shrank slightly, and she already sensed who was coming.

Dong Li let go of his hand, and a smile appeared on Dong Yunqi's face.

So the monks breathed a sigh of relief.

They all understood that the person who came was Bixi.

The three dragons looked dazed, and hesitated for a moment.

The water polo that fell from the sky enveloped the three of them, and Bi Xi finally showed his figure, accompanied by the huge wave.

The sea water submerged the Immortal Killer and the Demon Race, and they stood in front of Dong Li.

"Brother Huang."

Dong Li looked at him, showing shame on her face.

"Let the emperor worry."

Dong Li raised her hand and slowly placed it on his shoulder.

"It's good to be back."

Dong Yunqi threw himself into Bixi's arms, "Uncle Emperor, you are finally here."

Dong Yunqi's body was also painted, and Bi Xi looked at it with complicated eyes.

"I'm watching the other three people. They won't be able to get out of my water polo for a while. Now they can boldly counterattack." Bi Xi clenched his fists.

Only by killing Mozun can they save the three who lost their sanity.

Without waiting to say more, the monks have already rushed out.

The Immortal Killer and the Demon Race who had just been submerged in the sea hadn't recovered before they saw the monk rushing towards them.

The advantage obtained by the Demon Lord just now was instantly crushed by the underdogs, and the Immortal Killer and the Demon Race retreated while fighting, throwing away their helmets and armor, and they were in a panic.

Looking at Bixi, his expression eased a little.

(End of this chapter)