After converting to Qingqing Dao, my little junior sister went crazy

Cheng'an and the others watched helplessly as they left, and the demons disappeared before they even had time to take action.

"Run away?" Cheng An frowned as his sword failed. He turned around and looked back. There were hundreds of ghosts following them in the city, but now they had shrunk by nearly half. "What do those demons want to do?"

"It can't be about eating ghosts, right?" A disciple put away his sword and waved his palm in front of the ghost next to him: "When will they regain their consciousness? What if the demons send people to arrest them again in the past few days? It’s not good.”

"Who knows?" Another disciple sat on the edge and wiped the edge of his sword, looking tired.

Regardless of the fact that their daily task is to teach ordinary people to practice, it is okay to teach one or two people, but it is really too much to teach hundreds or even sometimes a thousand people.

But in order to give them some ability to protect themselves when the demons come, they have no choice.

"Who's there?" The disciple suddenly noticed movement behind the boulder next to him, and immediately stopped wiping and chased after him.

A black shadow turned away from him quickly.

The disciple shot a golden spiritual ball at the black figure. The man seemed to be aware of it and turned aside to avoid it. However, this action also caused the hat on his cloak to fall off, revealing his green hair like water plants.

Demons?

Several people looked at each other and immediately chased after him.

Several demons who returned to Feiyue Sect with the captured ghosts handed a jade slip to Yue Zhong and then left. Zhu Yan looked at the jade slip and had a bad premonition in his heart: "What is this?" ?”

Yue Zhong looked at her without saying anything. He only raised his eyebrows and reached out to knock on the jade slip. Suddenly, a bright light appeared on the jade slip.

"About the ghost token I told you last time, I think you are very unconvinced, right?"

Zhu Yan suddenly felt a strong force coming from her waist, causing her to fall forward in embarrassment, and her knees fell to the ground unprepared.

Then there was a tearing pain on her scalp, and Yue Zhong leaned over her ear, his voice sounding like a reminder: "Look what this is? Is this what you told me?"

Zhu Yan was forced to raise his head by his strong tugging on his hair, and what he saw when he opened his eyes was the pale wandering soul.

It's just dead at first glance.

"This... how is this possible?" Her pupils shrank suddenly, looking at the scene in front of her in disbelief, and she spoke out in surprise and pain.

She clearly asked people to watch the ghost clan's token. Without that token, the ghost clan's passage could not be opened at all. How could new ghosts appear?

No, this is not true!

"How is that possible? I also want to ask you!" Yue Zhong increased the strength in his hand and pulled out a large piece of Zhu Yan's hair, leaving his scalp dripping with blood.

Zhu Yan screamed and struggled: "Yue Zhong, you and I both belong to the Twelve Demon Generals, don't go too far!"

These words made Yue Zhong even more angry, and he trampled her under his feet: "You still dare to mention this to me? Are you a good-for-nothing worthy of saying that you are one of the twelve demon generals? Just wait, when the king wakes up, I will go and tell him right away to finish you off, you loser!"

He used 60% to 70% of the strength in this kick. Zhu Yan vomited a mouthful of blood and felt that his heart and lungs were almost broken by his kick.

Yue Zhong didn't even look at her, turned around and left.

The demon standing at the door hesitated again and again, but still went up to ask: "Lord Yuezhong, what about these ghosts..."

"Leave it there until they wake up on their own." Yue didn't even look back, his words full of malice: "When they wake up, tell me and I will set them on fire to play with."

The fire he was talking about was naturally not ordinary fire, but fire spiritual power.

Tan Lin didn't dare to come in until he was far away. He was about to reach out to help Zhu Yan, but she pushed him away unceremoniously: "Get out!"

"Master..." Tan Lin whispered. Zhu Yan's bloody saliva fell directly on his face: "Despicable human being, who allowed you to call me that?"

Tan Lin opened his mouth, but under the gaze of her murderous eyes, he didn't say anything.

Zhu Yan left, and he returned to his house with blood on his face.

His original house was taken away because of Yue Zhong's arrival.

Yue Zhong said that the house was too small for his status, so many disciples' houses were demolished and the land was used to rebuild rooms for Yue.

These disciples who had not had time to leave were all laborers who repaired the house.

The place where Tan Lin lives now has six disciples living in one room, which is extremely crowded.

Now that a formation has been set up near the sect, they have no chance to get out.

Some disciples are locked up here, and one or two people are missing every few days. Everyone knows where those people are going.

They live in fear every day, fearing that they will be the next to disappear.

Yue returned to his house, glanced lightly at the disciple guarding his door, and his eyes were filled with scarlet red.

With a wave of his hand, there was a blood mark on the disciple's neck, and he fell forward...

Cheng'an and the others chased the demons into a courtyard. At some point, a thick fog suddenly appeared around them, and they could not see anything clearly beyond five steps.

"Everyone, be careful, hold hands and don't get separated..." Before he finished speaking, Cheng An suddenly felt something was wrong. He turned around and saw that there was a vast white mist behind him, and none of the disciples who were originally following him were gone. where.

He tentatively called his friend's nickname, but received no response.

His eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. He was drowsy and wanted to take out a pill, but it was too late.

At the last moment, he tapped his fingers three times on the back of the communication jade.

After all the disciples fell down, the thick fog dispersed.

The demon with long hair appeared outside the small courtyard. He walked through the road regularly and soon came to Cheng An.

Not far from him, there was another disciple lying down.

The distance between the two was obviously very close, but they couldn't find each other in the heavy fog just now.

The demon looked at Cheng An, stretched out his hand, and revealed sharp nails on his index finger, slowly digging towards the center of his eyebrows.

Human skin is delicate and soft, and the demons are a little excited. How great would it be if they could peel off his skin completely?

He retracted his hand again and his eyes kept wandering over Cheng An, as if he was thinking about where to start.

He raised Cheng An's chin, groped for his chin with his fingertips, and quickly found the right spot.

The long nails scratched the skin and pierced deeper... The demon's eyes flashed with bloodlust.

A pitch-black stick flew out of nowhere and hit his arm with a thud, and he heard the sound of bone cracking.

The demon raised his head angrily: "Who?!"

The girl in pink skirt stood on the long sword, with black hair flying. The stick in her hand was the stick that had just injured him. She showed him a "friendly" smile: "I'm sorry, I knocked it crooked. Can you bear it?" Forbearance, I will definitely knock your head off accurately this time."