Three people, three spirit beasts, and one doll, can barely be regarded as seven Nascent Soul cultivators. As for stone, it has been ignored by Mo Tiange. Although stone is incompetent, it has not transformed into shape after all, and it may not transform into shape forever. It is impossible to hurt these demon cultivators.

After the other party, Lao Hei issued the killing order, he looked at them coldly and took several demon cultivators away without any nostalgia. The low-level sea beasts rushing past around had no intention of leaving, and saw them running forward as if nothing had happened. More than a dozen demon cultivators were left behind to confront them tensely.

Nie Wushang took action first. She combined the two from martial arts to demon cultivators, and her fighting style was direct and fierce. The color of the demon clouds around her was getting heavier, as if they were dripping ink, and rushed out facing the demon cultivators.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Every punch was filled with the power of cracking stones and opening the mountain, and the strange corrosive breath. The demon cultivators who rushed in front were caught off guard and were hit by her, like a kite with broken strings, flew out from afar.

Seeing this scene, the demon cultivator who didn't see them much became nervous, and at the same time, two ninth-level and one eighth-level were flying out, intending to surround Nie Wushang.

Mo Tiange snorted coldly, and with a "wail", Qinglong appeared, spitting golden thunder, and rushed towards one of the ninth-level demon cultivators, throwing him away from Nie Wushang.

The appearance of the Azure Dragon shocked the demon cultivator: "Divine Lord? This is the breath of the God!"

The demon cultivators were in panic. How could this human have the breath of a god? The god has disappeared in the human world! Could it be that the descendants of the god have appeared as the Qilins in the Sumeru Sea said? But what does this have to do with human cultivators? Or is her magic weapon killing the god...

Before they could figure it out, they suddenly saw the sea water around the island boiling and rushing towards the opposite side.

Xiaofan was now transformed, with a plain-looking boy, his blue-gray clothes roaring in the violent sea breeze. It looked inconspicuous at first glance. If you pay a little attention, you will find that his whole body was filled with a vast and sacred spiritual energy, making him as transparent as the purest water, and clean as without any impurities.

He closed his eyes, closed his palms, and pinched his hand gestures. A ball of water-blue pure spiritual energy appeared between his fingers and gradually grew stronger. With the appearance of this spiritual energy, the waves around him seemed to be controlled by a mysterious force. The demon cultivators of the water were not able to draw water spiritual energy from it.

When the spiritual energy grew to a certain level, he opened his eyes and pointed in an ordinary way. A shadow of a turtle and snake fusion suddenly appeared. He looked at many demon cultivators indifferently. The sea water instantly set off a huge wave as high as a hundred feet and took a photo at them.

"Crash!" The huge force washed away, and most of the demon cultivators forgot to move due to shock and were rushed to the ground. However, Xiaofan had not been promoted for a long time, and the mysterious figure summoned was not very powerful, and was spread evenly by many demon cultivators, which only made them feel uncomfortable for a while.

However, the appearance of the Xuanwu Phantom made these demon cultivators crazy.

"Divine Lord Xuanwu, that's the Divine Lord Xuanwu!" A demon cultivator shouted loudly.

"Is this surprising?" Feifei snorted and showed his body.

He was the first among several spiritual beasts to obtain the breath of the divine beast, and what he got was the original body of the spirit beast. He deliberately put it down, and the breath of the white tiger that was swelling all over his body was extremely strong.

Feifei was shrouded in the golden light, and in an instant, a white tiger phantom descended and overlapped with his body.

"Drink!" With a sudden shout, the shadow of the white tiger became clearer and clearer, and the breath of the white tiger became stronger and stronger.

Suddenly, he ran forward, stomped on his feet, leaving a series of white tiger footprints in the air.

The white tiger phantom was on his body, flying like a copper head and an iron arm, and he rushed all the way without hesitation. The demon cultivators with slightly lower cultivation were knocked away by him.

Although he was promoted to the eighth level at the latest, his strength grew the fastest after the eighth level.

At this time, the small fire also appeared, and the flames of the Vermilion Bird gust gusts out and burns away.

Compared to Xiaofan and Feifei who directly get the breath of the divine beast, Xiaohuo is weaker because her Suzaku Breath is derived from Xiaofeng, and she is not a descendant of the Phoenix, and her bloodline evolution is not as thorough as Xiaofeng. But she has her advantages. She has lived in the Xutian Realm for the longest time, ate the most spiritual herbs, and her body is the strongest.

These demon cultivators are already numb, first there are the Qinglong, then the Xuanwu, then the White Tiger and the Vermillion Bird. How could there be so many auras of gods? Who are these people?

Do you fight back? The instinctive awe of the gods makes them unable to fight back without any scruples.

At this time, light suddenly lit up in the distance, and the blue sky and white clouds made the flames look particularly distinct. A phoenix cry came from afar.

"Phoenix!" A demon cultivator shouted in dismay as he looked at the flying firebird.

All the demon cultivators turned to the other side.

"Xiao Feng!" Mo Tiange watched Xiao Feng fly closer and stare at these demon cultivators with a proud and indifferent look.

Although she is only at the eighth level, and among these demon cultivators, the ninth level is also uncommon, under her gaze, the demon cultivators couldn't help but look at her in awe.

After a moment of silence, a demon cultivator mustered up his courage and asked, "Dare you a Lord God?"

The flames were flying all over her body, and Xiaofeng was filled with a noble and sacred aura. She replied in a faint tone: "I am a descendant of the God."

"God, you are really God!" The demon cultivator suddenly became turbulent.

"Calm down, calm down!" Some demon cultivators shouted loudly, "There are descendants of gods in this world, what's so strange about it? If they were really gods, why would they be with humans and become enemies with our demon cultivators? The gods are ours, not humans!"

After hearing this, the commotion among the demon cultivators quickly subsided, and the demon cultivators began to whisper.

"But, why isn't such a breath not a god? We demon cultivators have natural instincts and cannot admit the wrong god!"

"That's the case, but Brother Wu's words are reasonable. How could the God King ignore us and stand on the side of humans?"

"That's right, according to me, it was because these humans didn't know what methods they used to steal the breath left by the God Lord from where they would..."

"Impossible! If there is really a remnant of the aura of the God Lord, why don't we demon cultivators know that they have allowed humans to take advantage of it? The aura of the God Lord they have is not one or two, but four!! What is the reason that causes such a coincidence?"

"It's not a coincidence, it means that they are deliberately doing things and have bad intentions!"

"...Are they people from the Sumeru Sea? The monarch of the Sumeru Sea claims to be descendants of the Qilin God. In addition, they are not the five spirit gods all have all?"

"So that's the case! This time the Sumeru Sea provoked a battle between the sea clans, and it was simply because of a ulterior motive!"

"Then what happened to these gods' auras? What happened to this gods' aura? This can't be fake!"

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There were no more than a dozen demon cultivators who could maintain peace. As soon as Xiaofeng appeared, they chattered and started arguing first.

Lingxi Daojun looked at them in surprise, and then whispered: "Junior Sister Qingwei, look at this..."

"Since Xiaofeng is here, it means that senior brother is safe." Mo Tiange replied, "These demon cultivators will be in trouble without fighting. It's best that the leading old gangster fellow Taoist is difficult to deal with. He came out of Guixuhai Immortal Palace with us back then, and one of them had no worse cultivation than him. He was promoted to the tenth level, but I'm afraid that that person is also..."

Mo Tiange paused and continued: "It turns out that the reason they invaded the south was because they had a fuss with the Sumeru Sea, so I have an idea!"

She turned her wrist and a palm-sized shell appeared in her hand. There seemed to be endless spiritual energy on the shell, and some mysterious magic. Mo Tiange picked it up and blew it gently, and a wonderful sound seemed to be heard in the depths of her heart spread throughout the sea.

As soon as the voice sounded, the debate between the demon cultivators suddenly stopped. After a long time, a demon cultivator shouted: "They are indeed from the Sumeru Sea!"

As soon as the words were finished, the demon cultivators no longer feared Yu Xiaofeng, the descendant of the god, and rushed up in a swarm.

"Junior Sister Qingwei..." Lingxi Daojun didn't know what to say about this change.

"I'll fight sooner or later, let's talk about it if I'm killed!" After throwing eight words, the Heavenly Thunder Magic took action, and a net of thunder fell from the sky.

In an instant, the island was in a mess, and people and monsters fought.

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At the edge of the South China Sea, there are also tens of thousands of sea tribes, and they are ready to fight.

The leader is the mysterious third princess of the South China Sea. At this time, she no longer looks like a golden crystal in the Six Path Palace. She is a 17 or 18-year-old girl with a water blue palace skirt and a small horn of a kirin on her forehead. She is mysterious and noble, and she is tall.

Not far away from her were Xuan Ri and Xuan Yue, and behind her were Die Yi and Ni Qi, Jing Hu Jing Tao, and other tenth-level demon cultivators dispatched many sea clans farther away.

"Report—" Afar, an eighth-level demon cultivator flew over and knelt down on one knee in front of Xuanmiao, "Report to the Third Princess, Guixuhai Army, there is still one day away."

Xuanmiao Feng's eyes narrowed and asked in a deep voice: "How many are above the eighth level?"

"After returning to the third princess, according to the spy's reward, he was ranked 10th, 19th, 20th, and 18th level about fifty or sixty."

Hearing this data, Dieyi behind Xuanmiao whispered: "More than half of the high-level demon cultivators in Guixuhai have been dispatched. It seems that this time I have made up my mind to show us a good look!"

Xuanmiao laughed mockingly: "I want to show us this way? Guixuhai looks down on us too much! When it comes to high-level demon cultivators, we are no less than them, and we are still waiting for it. They are really not smart enough!"

"This is natural." Dieyi's face was cold, but she praised her, "They are just ordinary demon cultivators, so how can they be as noble as the monarch's lineage? What's more, the third princess is now the real god!"

Xuanmiao smiled, suddenly smiled on her face, and took out a shell from her arms. The shell was glowing and surrounded by spiritual energy. At this time, it was shaken inexplicably, and a whimpering sound came out.
Chapter completed!