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Chapter 62 The attack of demonic cultivators

She obviously looks like a little girl, but her voice is more manly than a man's, and her words are even more chilling down the back.

Wang Anan has been practicing in the sect all year round and has never gone out to practice much. When encountering this kind of thing for the first time, his mind went blank.

Then she saw wisps of black demonic energy emanating from the little girl's body, scarlet cracks appeared on her fair and small face, and her mouth opened slightly.

People often use the phrase "Grinning almost to the ears" to describe someone's happiness, but the little girl in front of Wang An'an really grinned to the base of the ears...

And the aura on her body became more and more violent, and in an instant she was at the peak of foundation building, only one step away from forming a core.

Just when Wang Anan was stunned in horror, a sword flashed through her face, and the little girl's arm was cut off by a sword and she flew into the air.

At the same time, Zhao Xing took Wang Anan into his arms and quickly retreated.

After taking a breath, the little girl exploded, and the minced meat mixed with blood spread all over the floor... And for a monk at the peak of foundation building, the power of self-destruction is also extremely powerful.

Most of the monks and mortals around her died instantly due to her self-destruction. Only a few monks with advanced cultivation or who had treasures to protect themselves barely survived.

Although Zhao Xing had a premonition, he was a step too late after all. At the last moment, he turned around to protect Wang Anan and used his body to resist the shock wave of the explosion.

When the blood mist dissipated, Zhao Xingzheng leaned against the wall and spit out a mouthful of blood. Wang Anan beside him was not hurt, but was already in tears.

At this moment, three monks in the late stage of foundation building slowly moved towards them, intending to kill them here.

……

Su Xuan looked at the five demon cultivators surrounding them.

Judging from the auras on their bodies, one of them is in the middle stage of pill formation, two are in the early stage of pill formation, and the remaining two are all at the peak of foundation establishment.

Their demonic aura was awe-inspiring, and they did not restrain the hostility in their eyes at all, and gradually closed the circle of encirclement.

Concubine Leng Qing raised her eyebrows slightly, pulled out the long sword from her waist, and then slashed it out.

The cold sword energy instantly passed through the demon cultivator in the middle stage of forming a pill, and then a red line appeared between his neck, and then his body and head were separated.

The human head rolled on the ground like a rubber ball.

"Fuck, the news is wrong, there is actually a Xuanying cultivator." A masked demonic cultivator cursed secretly, then turned around and ran away.

However, before he ran a few steps, he found a golden rope made of spiritual energy wrapped around his waist, and then he quickly retreated.

He turned around and saw that the owner of this golden rope was a young man wearing a mysterious robe. He was not the only one who was entangled, but there was also another monk who was in the early stage of forming the elixir.

As their bodies moved involuntarily, the two of them looked at each other, a fierce look flashing in their eyes.

Even if he manages to escape, the final result will be to be killed casually by those senior brothers. It is better to find a way to take one of them away now, so that he will not be alone on the road to hell.

That man's magic skills were pretty good, but it was a pity that his eyesight wasn't very good. He actually managed to wrap up two early-stage pill formations in one breath. He really thought he was also a Xuan Ying.

The two magic cultivators were very confident and felt that the other party would not be able to escape their joint attack. They saw clearly just now that the man was being protected by the Xuan Yingnu girl as soon as the explosion occurred.

If you are strong, you need to hide behind a woman?

The distance between the three of them was getting closer and closer. When they saw that they were only five steps away, the two demon cultivators no longer restrained themselves and slapped Su Xuan with one palm.

Facing the two men's joint attack, Su Xuan showed no trace of panic on his face. He spread out the thunder beams, flicked his sleeves and robes, and two Nine Tribulations Thunder Talisman appeared in his hands. "Let you see the world, do you know what fire coverage is?" Su Xuan poured spiritual power into the talisman, and then threw it towards the two of them.

During the flight, the talisman turned into nine tribulation thunders, with a domineering and violent momentum.

Shock appeared on the faces of the two demon cultivators at the same time, and before they could react, they were each penetrated by nine tribulation thunders.

They didn't even get to say the last word before they just fell into disarray.

After just one round, the original five-person group of demon cultivators only had two Peak Foundation Establishment members left.

Concubine Leng Qing casually struck out with her sword, and the sharp sword energy swept past, causing two more heads to rise into the air.

Du Lian, who was just ready to fight: "???"

Three lines of large characters flashed in his mind.

who am I?

where am I?

what am i doing?

Didn't it mean that a demon cultivator could treat a monk of the same level as his son? Why did the battle end in just one round?

Du Lian swallowed and looked at Su Xuan and Concubine Leng Qing in disbelief.

Damn it, a Xuan Ying boss, just smashing a talisman casually, these two true successors of Sanjue Peak are fucking perverts... Du Lian didn't want to hit himself like this anymore, so he rushed to where Zhao Xing was, and help was fighting fiercely. to meet their urgent needs.

Although Zhao Xing was seriously injured, he was still in the middle stage of pill formation, and his strength was still very good. What's more, there was Wang An'an, who was at the peak of foundation building, beside him, so he was not at a disadvantage for a while.

After Su Xuan and the others joined in, the situation became even more one-sided, and soon two more headless corpses appeared on the roadside.

……

"Brother, are you okay? Does it hurt?" Wang An'an cried while holding Zhao Xing, crying: "It's all my fault, it's all my fault..."

While crying, she held a pill and stretched her trembling hand to Zhao Xing's mouth, trying to feed the pill.

"Why are you crying? I'm not dead yet. If you keep hugging me so tightly, I'm really going to die." Zhao Xing rubbed Wang An'an's head, "The demon cultivator obviously had his eye on us from the beginning, and it's not all bad for me to be injured." It’s because of you, you don’t have to blame yourself so much.”

After saying that, he looked at Su Xuan and the others, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you all for your help, otherwise today..."

He looked at Su Xuan and Concubine Leng Qing with a bit of shock in his eyes.

The main force of this group of demon cultivators all went to attack those three people, but the two true disciples of Sanjue Peak actually defeated three pill-forming demons in one face-to-face encounter. This kind of combat power is quite powerful.

In the main peak competition in a few months, please don't let me meet these two perverts... Zhao Xing prayed secretly in his heart, and at the same time felt that he was about to witness the complete rise of the Three Jue Peaks.

No, Sanjue Peak seems to have always been quite strong, but it was originally Sanjue Granny who was strong, and now two disciples seem to be suppressing the same generation of the sect...

……

In an attic not far away.

A man with a somewhat sinister appearance took everything in his eyes.

"The self-destructing zombie puppet I made is still not strong enough. If I could improve it a little more, I'm afraid I could blow up those two people immediately."

After a faint sigh, a few wisps of black smoke drifted out of the window, and the man who was originally sitting on the chair had disappeared.

(End of this chapter)