The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

Chapter 1067
Those are the new seeds of the Monan Cult this year.

Yunying looked at them indifferently, searching for the Shangqing Sect disciples among them.

Soon, she found several men and women who were dressed the same as Xian Yuyi remembered. They all had angry faces, fierce eyes, and looked like they wanted to devour anyone they chose.

Yunying's eyes quickly passed over them and looked at several other evil cultivators who were more vigorous.

It is not without reason that evil cultivators are willing to fall into evil ways.

The evil cultivators who steal people's essence, blood and soul as cultivation materials are indeed much faster than the cultivators who practice the righteous method.

Although this fast comes with huge costs and makes them insane, for those who desire power, these costs are really insignificant.

Compared with the righteous cultivators who can still restrain their disgust, the evil cultivators are much more unrestrained.

They looked at the disciples on the spiritual boat with greedy and coveted eyes, just like a butcher looking at the ducks and geese in his own slaughterhouse.

Yunying could still feel that the spiritual consciousness of several people had fallen on her, with unabashed greed and strong murderous intent.

It’s not surprising, after all, she is only in the bone forging realm.

In this great battle, those in the Bone Forging Realm were at the lowest level of cultivation and could hardly escape the fate of being killed by strong men from the opposing camp.

Except for people like Sheng Kui who have special abilities to protect themselves, most of the people who come here to the Bone Forging Realm have a heroic determination to die.

Even Su Minglang was prepared to die here.

Yunying didn't want to die, let alone let herself die in the hands of evil cultivators and become their blood food.

She tightened her grip on the frost-breaking knife in her hand and raised a smile on her lips.

Let's see who will die in whose hands.

The black clouds pressed closer and closer, and finally met the colorful spiritual clouds, almost in no time.

But the two are still distinct after all.

A strange Jie Jie laugh came from the black clouds.

"Okay, okay, I didn't expect that only 50 years have passed, and there will be a new big fight. So many meats and vegetables died last time, and I asked you guys to take them back. I watched the excitement in vain, and unexpectedly I didn’t even taste the blood in my mouth. This time, we made an agreement that no one is allowed to take the meat and vegetables back. If you lose, just go into the little lad’s mouth and make blood food!”

Yunying looked up to where the sound came from, but what she saw was not a human figure, but a hideous and ugly sheep face exuding thick black smoke.

Sheep are inherently docile animals. Even among monsters, sheep are often docile and harmless, and do not harm anyone.

But there is nothing gentle and peaceful on the sheep's face. A pair of horizontal pupils are emitting an unsettling blood light. Between the opening and closing of the upper and lower jaws, a series of hair-raising words are spit out from it, which makes people feel anxious. , uneasy.

Yunying shook her head slightly, getting rid of the influence of this sheep-faced evil cultivator.

But among the other monks, there were quite a few who were frightened and trembling slightly because of the aura of the sheep-faced evil cultivator.

A cold snort suddenly came from among the colorful spiritual clouds.

The sound was not loud, but it was like thunder hitting everyone's heads, making everyone wake up.

"Old sheep-faced thief, you evil cultivators lost so badly in the last big battle, haven't you learned your lesson yet? You're making big talk again today, isn't it ridiculous!"

This was what Zhuo Jingxiu said. His voice was clear and cold. It was not like the voice when he asked Yunying that night, but it was very similar to the ethereal and aloof feeling when they first met.

(End of this chapter)