Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure

The devil's fetus has recently grown to the size of a five-year-old child. After a battle on the river, his identity was washed clean in the water. Now it looks red with red lips and white teeth, cute and cute, which is very pleasant to see.

Both Yuan Dao Master and Ming Dao Master who took the Heavenly Dao were a little helpless with him.

This magic fetal ability is too weird, can measure people's hearts, they are good people, but this magic fetus has a natural perception of bad luck, and can always escape at a critical time. They chased for a few days, except for letting the devil There is no effect except the spread of disaster.

They had already tried their best to overestimate this magic fetus, but they didn't want to underestimate it in the end.

In the current situation, it is difficult to ride a tiger.

If it's been consumed like this, it's not a solution, but if you just pull your hands and let the devil's fetus disappear, then half of the sins caused by the devil's fetus in the future will be counted on them.

Even if they are immortal and immortal, the law will not touch the ten thousand calamity, but the sin will always be confessed to the descendants. The way of heaven is not a clear existence of rewards and punishments. The sins it descends have always been honors and honors. Damage, just like Daxuan went retrograde back then, doing whatever he wanted, and finally collapsed, Heaven did not care about the people of Daxuan, a catastrophe, the human luck was greatly damaged, the population was not alive, and it took a thousand years to relax. . At the same time, population is also the key to the luck of the human race. Without people, there are thousands of ways to let those Daxuan remnants have thousands of methods, and there is no way to gather people and immortals, and they can only be slaughtered by Taoism.

And they are now, just like Daxuan thousands of years ago, if this demon fetus can't be stopped, and under the spread of the evil, the world's monks' awe of the three main gates will collapse in an instant, and the children of the sect will be conspired by the time. , It will be a thousand times and a hundred times the previous, plus the enmity that was forgotten before recklessly, if a bad one is not good, there will be a disaster.

Dao Master Ming and Dao Master Yuan looked at each other, both in their hearts called Daxuan Qingxiao at the same time. According to the agreement, he should prepare the enchantment formation and let them lead the devil to the past, but why there was no movement.

Spiritual thoughts spread, and Luo Qingxiao's response was quickly received. The other party only said one sentence, and was seriously injured when he encountered Xing Dao master.

This caught them by surprise. When they were about to discuss countermeasures, Feng Qingxiu, who was on the sidelines, suddenly pressed her chest and quickly left the field.

Should have gone to see the Xing Dao master, the two Dao masters understood in their hearts.

Then his eyes fell back to the demon fetus.

"What's the use of seeing me?" The child was holding a steamed bun that he got from nowhere. It was swollen with blisters. He was holding it curiously, feeling the sensation of eating, a very strange and strange feeling. But it's not annoying.

"He's gone, can you consider joining us?" The Lord of the Heavenly Path asked suddenly, and then as if thinking of something, he threw a packet of pastries from the white jade bracelet, "This, count what I asked you to eat, It's better than steamed buns."

Holding the cake, the demon fetus glanced blankly, opened it curiously, took a bite, and instantly narrowed his eyes, quickly throwing away the steamed bun.

"Then, let's talk." Holding the pastry, he said while eating.

As he was talking, he saw another person who had not been hurt and had never seen him again, appeared not far away.

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Feng Qingxiu received the call from the master, let go of the demon tire, and hurried over.

Fortunately, Anfeng's main tragedy was just the beginning. With a few tricks, Feng Qingxiu took the demon from that day and broke the tragedy.

An Xian, who came back slowly, shook her head and glanced at the pale-looking Yang Yinyin. With a slightly uncomfortable cough, she turned her head to the side and saw the young man nailed to the mountain wall. Recalling the memory just now, naturally I also know that this was the culprit of the year.

But at this time this person has no soul, leaving nothing but a shell, even if he is cut through a thousand swords, it is useless.

She stepped forward and took the sword off, and the body slid to the ground. When she released her arms, a snow-white little rabbit was exposed. An Xian took a closer look and saw that the rabbit was just a doll with a skeleton in a rabbit leather. No longer look at it, but turned around and returned the long sword to the head, then knelt down and apologized.

This time she was too impulsive. She left the shelter of the Golden Crow and fell into Luo Qingxiao's hands. It was also because of her bravery that she caused such a big trouble to Yang Yinyin. Please forgive me and thank them for their help. .

Naturally no one will blame her.

Yang Yuyin even said helplessly: "Don't worry, I don't need you to pay for the medicine for the young woman."

"No, I should pay for it, I won't excuse it!" An Xian said awe-inspiringly, and quickly lapped through this immortal's cave.

But this cave mansion was actually poorer than her Jianfeng, and apart from some tea sets and flowers, there was nothing of value at all.

...

So An Xian walked and hit the wall with a punch. The peak collapsed and buried the entire cave together with the only one.

After they discussed it, they thought that they should return to the Central Continent sooner to treat Yang Xinyin's injuries, but An Xian's sword really hurt his heart, and the fighting power at the moment was almost zero.

An Xian also hurts the soul because of exorcism. At this moment, the soul is unstable, and she needs to use a special medicine pill to stabilize the soul. In fact, An Xian feels that with her resilience, it can actually be used for a few days without any pill, but she did not speak. Right, I can only listen to something.

Yang Yuyin's injury was serious, so they had to let go of the demon fetus first and take him and An Xian back to heal the injuries.

With the Lord of Kun-Lai, they can go back much faster than when they came.

At this time, the Haicheng Courtyard was also very nervous. When I saw Brother Yang, Brother Yang, came back, he also brought the head and the first apprentice. They were very excited up and down. Many wanted to come and watch the head up close, making the little goblin strong. Expelled.

Afterwards, the disciples began to report on recent events.

From the day when Senior Brother Yang chased Baiyue and left, there were suddenly many more enchanted monks in Zhongzhou, some were directly beheaded, and some were sent by relatives and friends to Xiao Kun Lai Hospital for medical treatment.

It is extremely difficult to cure the soul into the devil. The medical practitioners have studied for a long time and cured one, but this time-consuming and labor-intensive treatment of elixirs is difficult to promote.

But the enchanted monks who came to seek medical treatment couldn't wait. There were several medical disturbances in a row. If it weren't for the formation of support, I'm afraid there will be a big battle.

They decided to change their way of thinking. After a few days of research, the medical practitioners really used their talents one by one, which actually made them think of a way.

Mo Nian is not with mortals.

Mortals have no power, and once they become useless, Mo Nian will automatically leave.

So they abolished the cultivation level of these monks, whether they were the Nascent Soul or the gods.

Then when they wake up, they will sew up his damaged meridians. As long as they are supplemented with a pill, they will soon be able to recover.

But in just a few days, the situation in Central Continent deteriorated rapidly.

More and more monks were enchanted, and they often hurt others. Even if there is a big formation, there are too few Kun-Lai disciples in the other courtyard. If there is not a monkfish, it will be difficult to control the situation.

"Head, Central Continent is in chaos, should we continue to stay?" Yang Yinyin looked a little tired and said seriously, "We let our disciples experience good, but now the situation in Central Continent is too chaotic, I am afraid that it will not be a hundred years, and it will not be calm. Come down."

The monster released too many demon, and it will definitely be impossible to deal with it for a while.

"Xiaoqing, what do you think?"

Feng Qingxiu thought for a while before saying: "One year has come, or else, let's change the group."

Yang Xinyin nodded in satisfaction: "Then I will make arrangements."

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In the dense forests of the mountains, a group of old and young monks who are dragging their families are building some temporary shelters under the cover of towering old trees.

All of them looked haggard and low morale, and their jumpsuits seemed to have not been washed for more than ten days, full of muddy wrinkles.

After a while, the tree house was almost built, and the young monk in the lead took out a bottle of pill, carefully divided out a few pills, and let the accompanying monks take it down.

"Father," a round-faced teenager raised his head, with lingering fear in his eyes, "It's been several days, how long can we get to Haicheng?"

"It's still early," the headed youth whispered, "how far have we gone, not so fast!"

"But, without real yuan, we are just a little stronger ordinary people," the young man said aggrievedly, "Little Kun-Lai Sea City is so far away, how long do we have to walk? It's better to pull out the lock pulse needle and fly over... …"

"Shut up!" The young man glared at him, "How many times have you said that Zhenyuan recruits a demon, are there few people who die these days?"

The teenager shut up aggrievedly.

A teenager next to him patted him comfortingly.

The camp fell into silence. They were originally family monks from Central Continent, managing a city, but the recent Daojiao forced them to abandon their ancestors' foundation and leave here.

The young man still remembers that day when several monks in the family suddenly went mad and slaughtered them in the city. They spent a lot of effort to kill them, but after that, more and more monks were infiltrated, and the Patriarch made a decisive decision. Stopping the movement of the true essence with the lock pulse needle used for punishment, this stopped the momentum of enchantment-only monks can enchant, mortals are enchanted, it is difficult to bear the devil, and will soon die.

But how can a monk get used to being locked in his true essence? There are always one or two people who want to break free of this restriction. The Patriarch also knows that this is not a long-term solution, so he wants to go to Kun-Lai to escape for a while, if there is a chance to mix with Kun-Lai The boat to go to the peaceful Xizhou, that is the best.

After this refuge, I discovered that there were cultivators who were infiltrated everywhere, as well as the demons and cultivators that people cleaned up. In the chaos, countless monks fell, and countless monks were famous among them.

Seeing that the atmosphere was dull, the young brother reluctantly smiled and asked his father: "Father, what do you say we can do when we go to Kun-Lai? Would you like to bring some gold and silver to sell the land?"

"Do you want to settle down? We won't come back?" the boy asked a little puzzled.

"Zhongzhou is so chaotic, what can I do to come back." The leader sighed, "Go, live for three generations, then you can pick the dragon and choose the phoenix."

The young man quietly touched the jade clasp in his arms, with a look of hope: "If you can marry a Kun-Lai fairy, you won't need three generations."

The leader had never been able to see the monks who wanted to marry the three big girls, but now he suddenly recognized his son's words. For a while, his old face was a little shy and he looked at his son coldly: "Hurry up and leave after an hour. "

Both teenagers nodded.

The author has something to say: I stayed up late yesterday. I can't stay up late today. Get up in the afternoon to make up, but I feel as if the text has been hollowed out for inspiration. Let's write extra in the afternoon!

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