The wrong host, the evil boss, she is a crazy beauty.

When Jiang Mi opened his mouth to speak, the ink finally felt a trace of unusual breath, and when he opened his eyes, his pupils dilated in fright, his feet slipped, and he balanced his hands like a stroke for a few seconds before he found that balance point.

It's strange, how did a person who can walk on these railings with his eyes closed on weekdays become like this when he sees Jiang Mi.

In fact, he is not to blame, after all, Jiang Mi's deeds of slaughtering Jiuhua Mountain are like a bomb that blows up the entire Xianmen in anger, and people are panicked, and everyone prays that their own sect will not be targeted.

"Master Zhong, I'm in a hurry, take out the treasure of Wutai Mountain, I'll give you a good time!" Jiang Mi spoke a little eagerly, his eyes condensed.

The ink thought that he was hallucinating, how could he come up and ask for other people's treasures, and he would kill others after he was done.

He was stunned for two seconds, Jiang Mi frowned unhappily, and took advantage of the inkblot to be stunned, raised his hand and used the air blade to cut off one of his ears, and in the shouting of the ink, she raised her eyebrows and said: "If your ears are just a decoration, then it doesn't hurt to remove one, the treasure of Wutai Mountain, I want it now, I don't want to say this again." The

ink raised his hand to cover the side of his head, blood flowed out along his fingers, and he directly used his spiritual power to ring the alarm bell of Wutai Mountain on the top of the mountain: "The female devil who killed everyone in Jiuhua Mountain came to commit it, and the disciples of Wutai Mountain listened to the order, and the one who injured the female demon came into me to sit down as a closed disciple, and the person who captured the female demon alive passed on the mastery of Wutai Mountain!"

All of a sudden, Wutai Mountain was boiling, and the disciples all rushed to the top of the mountain where the head of the sect was located.

Jiang Mi stood in the wind, no matter how her robe flew, she didn't move, always smiling like watching a monkey play treasure, looking at the ink with contempt.

Waiting for the top of the mountain to be crowded with people, Jiang Mi said with a smile: "The head of Wutai Mountain is really interesting, and you have to pull a group of backs when you die, hahahahaha..."

Jiang Mi smiled and bent her eyebrows, and suddenly she put away her smile and smiled evilly at this group of people who were rushing to find death: "You group of people who claim to be decent in the fairy sect are the real filth, the evil who lives on the path of justice, and the darkness that lives in the sun, today, I will destroy you on behalf of the sun, let's go together!"

Jiang Mi's words were so shocking that they scared these people who held swords and trembled subconsciously.

If you want fame and fortune to learn martial arts, you are not afraid of death, you chase me and rush to Jiang Mi, the long sword in Jiang Mi's hand is not long-eyed, come one to cut one, come two, cut a pair.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Inkblot silently retreated.

So many people besieged, but no one could get close to her, Jiang Mi stood firmly on the stake, holding the sword in a handsome and beautiful posture, she didn't look like she was killing, she was more like dancing.

And those sacrificed disciples fell into the sea of clouds one after another like dumplings.

There is an abyss under the bottom of the clouds, and there are many unknown beasts. He may not even be able to come up alive if he falls.

Jiang Mi glanced at the ink that was about to find an opportunity to escape, and said quietly: "Master Mo didn't come forward, where are

you going to retreat?" The eyes of all the disciples gathered suddenly, and the disciples who had self-knowledge and did not attack Jiang Mi shouted in shock at this time: "Brothers, it's not good, Master Mo is going to abandon us and run away alone!"