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Chapter 549 Here comes(4/4)

Bai Zisheng inspires the immortal talisman, and although he does not deliberately kill it, the spiritual power of the Dharma-Shaped Spirit, and the golden elixir demon cultivator swept over is still indestructible.

There are still a few demon cultivators left, who were affected by the "Immortal Talisman" of the Holy Son and died.

More than a dozen golden elixir demon cultivators have almost all been destroyed.

Two or three left, lying on the ground, not knowing life or death.

When Bai Zisheng approached the Holy Son, he found that the spiritual power fluctuations he had transmitted were only in the late stage of foundation building, and not even in the golden elixir.

Without the devil's legs, he is alone with a saint, so what can he do?

Therefore, Bai Zisheng was not afraid and even wanted to scold the Holy Son for a few more words.

But Mo Hua immediately said, "Go away!"

Bai Zisheng was stunned and then figured it out. Now is indeed not the time to speak out.

Bai Zixi also nodded.

The three of them looked at each other and just as they were about to set off, they heard the sage sneer in their ears:

"I want to leave? Can you leave?"

Before the Holy Son finished speaking, the breath in the forest suddenly changed.

A powerful demonic energy suddenly descended and fell around the Holy Son.

The demonic energy dissipated, revealing all kinds of demonic cultivators with fierce eyes.

Moreover, they are all Golden Pill Demon Cultivators!

They were wearing the same blood-colored Taoist robe, like people from the same demon sect.

The leader is an old demon with a late-stage Jindan cultivation, with a wrinkled face and a hunched body, and he saluted to the Holy Son:

"The old slave is late to save the Lord, please forgive me!"

Dali Mountain was blocked by the demon cultivator.

The huge movement of the Dharma image just now attracted reinforcements from the demon cultivators.

More than twenty great demon cultivators of the Golden Elixir stood behind the Holy Son, only following his horse's head.

The Holy Son smiled grimly, then looked cold and looked at Mo Hua and others:

"Today, no one of you can leave!"

"I will pay the price for my immortal talisman!"

The Holy Son glanced at Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi and sneered: "I gave you the face of the Bai family before and asked you to leave, but you insisted on overestimating your ability and going against me..."

"Now your immortality talisman is broken. Without the power to protect yourself, it will be all the fish on my chopping board!"

"I see you, how can you escape?"

In his eyes, there was anger, jealousy, and a hint of obscure greed.

The demons looked ferocious and were eyeing them.

Aunt Xue gritted her teeth and protected the three children behind her.

But her figure was extremely thin, and her beautiful eyes could not hide her despair.

In front of the Jindan demon cultivator, Mo Hua also pursed his lips tightly, feeling very weak.

The difference in cultivation is too great!

He frowned tightly. While he was thinking hard, he was stunned. He slowly turned his head and looked at the intersection to the west. His eyes trembled and his hair was standing on his back.

Bai Zixi noticed the strangeness of Mo Hua and turned to look at it. The intersection was empty and desolate, and there was nothing.

Seeing this, the Holy Son sneered. Just as he was about to say something, he heard the old demon in the blood robe behind him reminded him with a serious expression:

"Son, someone is here..."

The Holy Son's expression was solemn and his eyes were dull.

There was a dead silence around.

After several more breaths, the other Golden Pill Demon Cultivators realized something abnormal and turned to look at the intersection in the west.

The intersection is empty.

Soon, footsteps came, one heavy and one light, and the footsteps seemed to be deep and one shallow.

A figure gradually appeared at the intersection.

He was sloppy, stained with mud, dirty, and stiff in his face. He was wearing a Taoist robe that seemed to be taken off a dead man, and was not suitable for his body!

This chapter is 6,000 words, rounding it up is about the same as I've added it, hehe~

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