The sharp voice of a female disciple of the Taoist sect suddenly tear through the silent space.

This sound was like a cup of water pouring boiling oil, and the entire Dao Sect suddenly became boiling.

"I love you, uncle!"

One female disciple shouted wildly.

There are also some male disciples' voices mixed in.

And more male disciples shouted excitedly:

"Uncle Master, mighty!"

"Uncle Master, mighty!"

"Uncle Master, mighty!"

“…”

The sound shook all directions, and all mountains echoed.

Dahuang looked in shock as the blood mist filled the air, his skin trembling.

Kill in one blow!

Like Ying Wudao, he is another madman!

Xia Wuji's extremely sharp knife just now, even he felt a chill on his back and his soul trembled.

Xia Wuji put away his knife and turned to look at him.

Scan the spiritual consciousness...

"Are you a big yellow dog?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Ying Wudao's eyes lit up.

Others don’t know, but he knows that if others say that Dahuang is a big yellow dog, this former Supreme Demon Clan will immediately turn against each other.

Although the dignified Mo Qilin likes to change into a big yellow dog, he just doesn't allow others to say it.

However, Xia Wuji asked him, but this guy didn't lose his temper for the first time.

Instead, he nodded and said with a flattering look: "Yes."

This made Ying Wudao immediately "look at him with admiration".

Xia Wuji looked him up and down, nodded and said, "I'm still so handsome."

Dahuang's big eyes suddenly became bright, his waist and back were straight, and his mouth was cracked.

It was as if Xia Wuji had praised it, it was his supreme honor.

Looking at Dahuang's appearance, Ying Wudao immediately looked despised.

It's indeed a bitch!

Mo Qilin's bloodline was really ruined by this guy.

The demon clan advocates force and strength is respected.

Xia Wuji truly conquered Mo Qilin with his strength.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that Dahuang was just a big yellow dog when he was a child.

Although he later awakened his bloodline and became a Mo Qilin, that innate "slavery" and "subtle" still flowed in his bloodline and never disappeared.

Xia Wuji took one step forward and came to Ying Wudao.

Looking at Ying Wudao, who had gray hair and frosty hair, sighed slightly.

He knew that Ying Wudao seemed to be fine before, but in fact his injuries were suppressed and he had not really recovered.

What he was infected with was the poison of the soul. If he wanted to heal, he had to eliminate the toxins and cure it.

Now that he was disturbed by the masters of the Phoenix Clan, the Tianfeng Clan, and the Tianlong Clan, his injuries could no longer be suppressed.

"Senior brother, how long can I last?"

Ying Wudao has long regarded life and death indifferently and does not care about it.

However, when I saw Xia Wuji showing great power, I was filled with joy and comfort.

He once again was proud of his decision to hand over the Supreme Sword Order of the Daozong to Xia Wuji.
Chapter completed!