"Father, do you really don't need a elixir?"

"This is your tenth time asking a question!" Wutian really didn't have the strength to scold him anymore. Wuya smiled awkwardly, and he was doing nothing and was ready to pull up the Tuiyang Ge. As soon as he touched Chang Ge, he was suddenly stopped by Wutian.

"Don't touch it!"

Wuya turned his head, his eyes full of doubts. Wutian had no explanation, but his attitude was extremely firm. Wuya grew up under the shadow of Wutian since childhood, and he had both admiration and fear of Wutian. Even though he has now become the 14th Demon Saint of the Demon Clan and stood at the peak of the cultivation world, he did not dare to disobey Wutian at all.

After a while, Wutian suddenly said, "I met your old enemy just now!"

Wuya was stunned and hesitated: "Is it Tangcheng?"

Wutian twisted his neck and said with a smile: "Not bad!"

"Did you kill him?" Wuya asked anxiously, afraid of hearing a positive answer. He practiced in Beijuluzhou like self-abuse, and finally passed the heavenly tribulation and advanced to the soul. In that moment, his first thought was to find Tangcheng and then tear him apart. If Tangcheng was killed by Wutian today, he would inevitably have a regret for the rest of his life!

"Of course not! In fact, Tang Cheng is already a soul monk. With his speed and strength, even if I am in full swing, it is not easy to kill him."

"If you hadn't come in time just now, I'm afraid even I would be in danger of losing my life." After saying that, before Wuya was shocked by the news, he immediately asked again: "What are the rest of them doing?"

Wuya hesitated for a moment and said, "They are clearing away the remaining enemies to prevent any fish that misses the net!" Wuya's words were obscure, but the meaning was not at all deviated.

If thousands of disciples in Nalanda Temple do not kill all their elixirs, someone may be able to advance to the soul in the future. With the blood feud between them and the demon clan, they will inevitably sacrifice their lives to retaliate in the future. Therefore, they must kill all the hidden dangers and eliminate hidden dangers in their bud.

Wu Tian sighed slightly, without saying much.

Wuya suddenly asked, "Father, has the Holy King Miao-Winged Going to chase Tangcheng?"

"good!"

"Will the Holy King of Wings have a chance of winning?"

"I'm afraid it will be a draw. If they want to kill each other, there will be no result in a few days and nights of battles!" Although Wutian was seriously injured, his vision was so powerful.

If the Saint King Miao-Winged King and Tang Cheng had no external interference, it would have been a long battle. As soon as Wutian finished speaking, endless evil spirit suddenly emerged from his body, wrapping it around.

Wuya was caught off guard and was shocked. He grabbed the steps and was about to move Wutian. He said it slowly, but at that time, the Break Yang Ge suddenly burst out a light that was brighter than the scorching sun, making Wuya blind for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, Wutiancai said calmly: "I have communicated with the evil spirits underground and are healing my wounds. Why are you anxious?" Although he was scolding, Wutian was still very satisfied with Wuya's filial piety.

The Netherworld Rakshasa Sutra was originally cultivated with the extremely evil energy between heaven and earth. The explosion of the soul-devouring black fog is extremely corrosive. Except for being restrained by the Buddha's light, the other attributes of Yuanli have no choice but to use it.

Wutian was the first to take the Nalanda Temple to take action, which is one of the reasons. After destroying the Buddha Sect, the Taoist Sect was no longer worried. The infinite evil energy in the earth's lungs was introduced into Lingjiu Mountain by Wutian. The evil energy was pumping faster and faster, and Wutian's devouring speed was like a long whale drinking water, leaving no drops left.

A quarter of an hour later, Wutian rose up and laughed loudly. Amid the laughter, the Brushing Yang Ge spontaneously rose from the ground, making endless joy, jumping and landing in Wutian's hands. The long Ge wave waved, Wutian laughed slowly and said: "Let's go, Wuya, let's go and visit your old friend!"

When talking about Tangcheng, Wutian's tone was calm and tight, and he did not pay attention to it.

After all, Wu Tian saw the battle between Tang Cheng and Miao Chi just now, and Tang Cheng's Shenxiao Five Elements Heavenly Tribulation Sword was a bit noticeable, but for Wu Tian himself, the sword technique was nothing but a wretch.

Wuya asked nervously, "Father, your injury has been healed?" Wuya was a little unbelievable. He knew Wutian's injuries very clearly. If it were other monks, it would be impossible for them to fully recover without a year or two.

Wutian said casually: "Of course not, but the action is unhindered." Then, he said enthusiastically: "Hurry up, I can't wait to see what the outcome of their battle will be!"

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Xuan Bing walked carefully in the mountains of 100,000, and was careful not to fall, but inevitably crushed the dead leaves on the ground and made a slight crackling sound. Sweat slid from Xuan Bing's forehead, cutting his face full of water and grey soil into pieces.

Behind Xuanbing are twelve bald monks, who escaped in the melee. At this moment, the eyes of these monks were filled with fear, and fear was filled with hatred. If this hatred was a flame, it would be enough to burn the hundred thousand mountains to ashes.

Thousands of monks in Nalanda Temple were able to escape from Mount Lingjiu. Even if they could escape into one hundred thousand mountains, they would still have to face fatal murderous intent.

Originally, Xuan Bing and his group had twenty-two people. However, after escaping from Lingjiu Mountain, a demon followed them, rushed out and captured one person every little time, and ate it alive in front of them.

If Xuan Bing hadn't had the extremely tenacious spirit and was not discouraged, the team he led would have collapsed long ago. Even so, their morale would have fallen to the lowest point.

These 100,000 mountains were originally the territory of Nalanda Temple. These monks have always flew around in the air. They were also extremely arrogant when facing the casual cultivators who settled in the 100,000 mountains.

But now, they are in danger of peace and may become a demon's mouth food at any time, so how can they not be afraid or hate?

"Ah gaga!" A strange laughter from Guli sounded in the ears of the monks, making them even more frightened. The demon would make such a cry every time he attacked.

However, even with this warning, Xuan Bing and the others would find it difficult to resist this guy's surprise attack, and this time was no exception. A yellow shadow passed by like lightning, leaving a scream, and disappeared into the jungle.

After a while, the monster appeared in front of everyone, and ripped off the unlucky ghost's arm, chewed it in his mouth and started to eat it. The sound of the monster biting his bones mixed with the monk's scream, and the monks' hairs stood up again.

Xuan Bing looked at the other party coldly, and blood slowly dripped from his eyes. He had made countless efforts to surround and kill the demon with the power of everyone, but he could not do it every time, and even killing his fellow disciples to relieve their pain.

The demon's speed was not particularly fast, but it was much faster than Xuan Bing and the others. Xuan Bing pursed his lips, waved his palm, and Bingsha's invisible sword broke through the air.

But the moment Xuanbing took action, the opponent had already left the place with the one-armed monk. The ice blade cut off the trunk and crossed all the nearest layer of frost, but the opponent had no choice.

Once again in vain, Xuan Bing's pain deep in his eyes could no longer be suppressed. He roared angrily, wishing to dig out his heart. Suddenly, he turned to the monks and said, "This demon is going to torture us and we go crazy and eventually commit suicide in front of him! But he can't imagine that we have a deep hatred with these demons. If we cannot avenge the sect, I would fall into the Avici Hell and never be reborn."

"Now, we only have one way to survive. Everyone breaks through the siege and find a place to hide. These monsters cannot occupy 100,000 mountains for a long time, and the five sects of China and Earth will never ignore our destruction."

After saying that, Xuan Bing didn't care what decisions these people made. He steered the escape light and soared into the sky and flew straight to the north. The rest of the people stared at his back with complicated eyes and scattered.
Chapter completed!