After becoming the main control group of cultivating immortals, I quit

Ji Changyue rolled her eyes. Who is this ungrateful person? Should she still welcome him with raised hands to rob her?
Fang Zheng's body was filled with murderous aura. At this time, everyone was paying attention to the World of Warcraft, and no one cared about the two inconspicuous siblings in the corner.

Ji Changan sensed the murderous intent and tensed his nerves. He placed his hand on the storage bag. If this person made a move, he would activate the defensive array.

"Everyone." A charming voice sounded in the sky, and at the same time, the mist like a dividing line dispersed, revealing the whole scene.

The majestic black palace stood in front of them. The palace was shrouded in black mist and filled with evil spirits.

Ji Changyue's heart skipped a beat, "Why is it Xue Ling'er's voice? Isn't she dead?"

Qin Yang burned her until there was no ashes left, how could she still be alive?Are all demons so tenacious?

The red figure floated in the air. Qin Yang raised his head and caught his gaze. The red figure shrank and pressed down his trembling hands.

"Everyone, this is the last scene prepared by His Holiness for you. Please enjoy it carefully."

""play?What kind of play?Where did the drama come from? ""

Although everyone was alert, they were also confused by the sudden appearance of the woman in red.

"Hey, tell me clearly, what are you trying to do by arresting us here!"

The female cultivator from Lingwu Sect asked.

Ji Changyue took a step back and communicated with Qin Yang in a low voice, "There are monsters and monks. We are not the ones watching the show. There should be someone else."

"We are just opera singers."

Qin Yang glanced at the sky without leaving a trace, "Something happened to the team going to the Demon Stream."

He had warned them, but the man inside had a very high level of cultivation and it was difficult for them to deal with him.

Fang Zheng just turned around and saw the tough female cultivator talking to the white-haired male cultivator. He glared and snorted disdainfully, "This is the support you are looking for. How can a pretty boy be as strong as a real person? It's really not good. Know how to lift.”

"Are you bothered?"

Ji Changyue really wanted Jiuyou to get into his mouth and burn his dumb mouth.

But there will be a tough battle soon, and she needs to preserve her strength first.

"How dare you disrespect me!"

Fang Zheng was really angry. The female cultivator from the Lingwu Sect was yelling at him. After all, they were of the same level of cultivation, so he could bear it. But the female cultivator of the Foundation Establishment in front of him actually dared to speak rudely. She was simply putting his face under her feet. !

"Noisy!"

An ice blade scraped across Fang Zheng's neck. Qin Yang stood beside Ji Changyue with his sword in his arms, his green eyes full of impatience, "Can you get away?"

It was quite polite to use a question.

But the word "go away" completely hurt Fang Zheng's self-esteem.

He glared at Ji Changyue fiercely, and just when Ji Changyue thought he was about to take action, he ran away quickly, saying, "Wait for me!"

Ji Changyue looked at the figure who was hiding in the crowd, and then looked at Qin Yang, "Why is he looking for trouble with me as you mentioned?"

She really felt innocent.

Qin Yang: "Because he found that he couldn't beat me."

Ji Changyue thought about it for a moment, and the ice blade grazed his neck. If Qin Yang really wanted to kill him, his life would have been lost.

That being said, it is indeed something to be afraid of.

But when he couldn't beat the strong, he would take it out on the weak. Ji Changyue despised his behavior.

"Brother!"

"Sister!"

Exclamations rang out from all around. Ji Changyue looked up with everyone and saw Shi Yu and others.

They were sitting on high chairs and looked down when they heard the sound. Their clothes were stained with blood.

A masked man in black appeared with a playful voice, "Guests, let's make a bet to see whether this little ant or my little pet will win." Shi Yu swallowed the blood in his mouth, "Bet If we win, can you let us go?"

The man said: "Of course not."

"Then why do we bet with you?"

The man turned the golden dragon ring on his thumb and nodded, "You are right, but..." His voice was gloomy, "You seem to have no right to bargain."

As his words fell, Shi Yu spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Let them go and we stay."

The speaker was a female cultivator from Danyun Sect, "You are just looking for fun. We can do what they can do."

She has discovered that what this man loves most is torturing them. Seeing their pain makes him happy.

"No, you are wrong." The man sat in the main seat, "What I want is for the blood of the monks to be sprinkled throughout the Demonic Stream to pay homage to the dead soldiers."

A wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "What my soldiers loved most during their lifetime was the blood and flesh and blood of the monks."

The female cultivator of Danyun Sect was silent. Since ancient times, human cultivators and demons have been natural enemies. Demons hate monks, and monks don't hate demons.

Everyone understood at this time that neither they nor the people below could leave.

The man clapped his hands and said, "Okay, your child, come on, let's start the last scene. After watching it, you can have dinner."

Xue Ling'er licked her lips and said excitedly, "Yes, Your Majesty."

The eyes of several monsters standing in all directions flashed red, looking greedily at Shi Yuzhi and his group.

Mo Qing kicked Shi Yu and said, "I feel like they look at us like food."

Shi Yu smiled bitterly, "Is it possible that we are their food."

Xue Ling'er twisted her waist and walked over in the air, looked at the food below, raised her hands lightly, "The show is about to begin, little ants, you have to behave well."

After saying that, she glanced at Qin Yang and said, hum, your Majesty, Liang and the others can't make any trouble.

After escaping to the end, he fell into their hands and had his heart and bones ripped out.

Following her movements, the frozen monster resumed its movements. When it smelled the breath of spiritual power, the monster's eyes instantly turned red, and it rushed over with a roar.

Qin Yang picked up Yun Yan on the ground and held a sword in one hand.

Ji Changyue was behind him. Seeing his actions, Ji Changyue felt guilty in her heart. She was such a good villain and asked her to be turned into a porter.

But then she thought that the cryolite had been swallowed by him.

Okay, Ji Changyue immediately stopped feeling distressed.

The ground was trembling as the monsters rushed towards them, raising clouds of dust and covering the sky.

The monks, who already knew that they could not escape, raised their weapons and flew towards him.

The wind blade stabs the earth, the sword shines and the sword shadows.

Ji Changyue wanted to get into the crowd and fight together, but was forced to retreat due to the fighting situation.

No, if she forced her way in, she would be blown apart by the moves of other monks.

Ji Changan has been following her. When a monster attacks, he draws out thunder and lightning. Then, while the monster is slightly stagnant, a monk sneaks up on it and seriously injures the monster.

The power of human cultivation is limited, the spiritual energy is limited, but the magical beasts are endless.

I don’t know how long the fight lasted, but almost everyone failed.

The man looked down, with a smile on his lips, and looked at Shi Yu, "How long do you think they can last? One day? Two days?"

He remained silent for a while, but his eyes followed a standing figure.

Maybe, they can win.