In the center of the village, there is a small temple.

At this time, in front of the temple, a demon monk was sitting on a large chair, with three demon servants kneeling in front of him, and a group of demon servants kneeling not far away.

There were a dozen demon monks standing around lazily, licking their lips from time to time.

The demon monk sitting on the chair reached out and grabbed one of the three demon servants kneeling in front of him, and tore off his arm. The demon servant screamed miserably.

Amidst the sound, he was chewing on the arm.

The kneeling demon servants buried their heads on the ground, trembling all over. But when they raised their heads, their eyes were full of anger, and their angry eyes were not looking at the demon monk, but at the three demons.

The servants murmured in a low voice:

"Eat well! They have defiled the sanctity of our servants of God. When they were cleaning the temple, they missed the dust on the window sill and did not sweep it. In this way, they are not worthy of being servants of God, but only the food of God's envoys!"

In the woods by the river, Zhongqinghua's eyes were like cold pools, and she raised her hand and waved in the direction of the temple.

The village instantly became chaotic.

Have supernatural powers!

"who?"

"die!"

"It's the human race..."

Amidst the roar, the Dahuang team and the demon tribe fought together.

In less than ten breaths, the Dahuang team killed all the demon monks in the village, and then quickly subdued all the demon servants. Those demon servants were subdued and could not move, but their eyes were spitting fire.

The flames of anger and hatred.

Because their divine messenger was killed!

Jian Yingying walked in front of them, glanced at them coldly, and then transmitted wisps of consciousness from the center of her eyebrows, directly and roughly inserted into the sea of ​​consciousness of each demon servant, and then went straight to those demon clan marks.

His spiritual consciousness is connected with those demon clan marks.

The meaning of dryness flows away.

Those demon clan marks began to wither at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally dissipated.

Jian Yingying put away her consciousness, and at this time, the Dahuang team had finished cleaning the battlefield and disappeared in an instant.

"How about this time?" Hua Jieyu and Jian Yingying ran side by side.

Jian Yingying's eyes showed joy: "It should be no problem, I'm very proficient now."

Hua Jieyu said with envy in his eyes: "We have all tried it, but we never thought that it would be your withering intention that can eliminate the demon clan brand in the end. However, in this way, we can make a big fuss and prevent the captain from being the best.

"

Almost at the same time.

On the passage connecting the central and northern parts, Xu suddenly waved his sleeves freely, and the sleeves waved out a slender wind blade, slashing towards the side of his body, and a sharp and ear-piercing whistle sounded in the air.

The space suddenly turned red, and a fire whip was drawn down, shattering the slender wind blade, then spinning in the air, forming a whip circle, and putting it around Xu Wuwen's neck. Xu Wuwen explored

He grabbed the fire whip with his hand, and a big hand as black as ink appeared in the air. The five fingers exuded a strong demonic energy. A demonic face suddenly appeared between each one, and a soul-shaking whistle was emitted.

, and suddenly burst the fire whip.

A monk wearing a fiery red robe appeared, and a fiery red bead shot towards Xu WuPai. Black light flowed between Xu WuFuFan's eyebrows, and a statue with a single horn on its head flowed out, facing the fiery red bead.

The beads collided with each other, making a loud roar.
Chapter completed!