After my death, I became the white moonlight of the whole cultivation world

Chapter 210 Specially for Demons
Yun Weixian didn't attack Yuan Kanghong. On the one hand, he was really too young, and he didn't seem to have made any heinous mistakes, but he used his power to bully others.

On the other hand, in this case, the death is neither clear nor clear, and the death is too fast, which is not interesting.

It would be better to let him taste the pain of living in this chaos of stars, and if he still fails to survive in the end, he can only say a pity.

But if he survived and was lucky enough to get out, he could bring her a letter.

In this world, there are too many things that are crueler and crueler than death, and he hasn't tasted them all.

Then, although the battle situation below seemed to be a little more chaotic, with a tree falling to the ground, it was actually almost over.

The one who has the upper hand and wants to win is naturally impossible to be the Snake King who has been gradually figured out, has all the demonic power, but can be suppressed by a little magic.

But yes, here is still some distance away from the real center of Luan Xingsha, no matter how strong the king is, he can't be much stronger, if the three Nascent Souls can't take it down, no one will dare to enter this Luan Xingsha easily.

Not to mention, besides the sorcery that he cultivated himself, that Mr. Yue also learned some strange body skills everywhere, so it doesn't take much effort to deal with the same kind.

It was the two Yuanying elders from Xuanyang Villa who had to be beaten and beaten again and again. They had consumed too much spiritual power and had both external and internal injuries. It seemed that they were powerless to deal with other opponents.

Yun Weixian flicked away the remaining few at random, and found that something was wrong with her, and the Jindan disciples who wanted to surround her looked down coldly.

Sensing something, Young Master Yue raised his head and met her gaze accurately.

The next moment, both of them moved.

But obviously, Yun Weixian was faster, just make a few handprints lightly, and the talisman that had been quietly placed would take effect immediately, the golden light was shining, and the magic circle was completed.

Those on the ground, no matter they were humans or monsters, were all shrouded in the formation, suffering from heartburn.

Young Master Yue was halfway through the charge, when he was slammed back by the enchantment that came with the magic circle, and just happened to fall on the edge of a well-marked formation.

In an instant, the back of his arm and the grounded back immediately burned, and his face became a little more ferocious.

The big snake that had been hovering on the ground was even worse, it couldn't move anymore.

Looking at the other two Nascent Souls, they were just trapped in this formation and did not suffer much damage. It can be seen that this magic circle is specially aimed at demons.

Young Master Yue gritted his teeth, and then spit out a cloud of purple mist, which wrapped his whole body, and was able to breathe a sigh of relief, soaring into the air again.

This time he did not break out of the formation recklessly, but while guarding against Yun Weixian's next move, he looked around the formation coldly, trying to find a better way out.

After a while, seeing that Yun Weixian was not in a hurry to kill him, he rolled his eyes and simply made a temporary pause gesture, injecting demon power into his voice, and talking to her from a distance.

"Below, Yueming, if this fellow daoist wants the big snake's demon pill, we will give it up, and we will never fight for it."

Yun Weixian laughed lightly. Although the plantain fan she was stepping on looked a little funny, it didn't affect her aura. It pushed down the magic circle again like overwhelming mountains and seas.

"At this moment, both you and the big snake are already in my formation, do I still need you to give way?"

After this pressure, the two Nascent Soul Elders who were already injured groaned, and then spat out a mouthful of black blood, unable to support their luck in meditation anymore.

Yueming was surrounded by purple mist, but he felt better than them. After making a few formulas in secret, he pretended to be uncomfortable, and reluctantly opened his mouth.

"What else does Fellow Daoist want? I do have a few magic weapons that can be seen."

(End of this chapter)