She's going to be a sect boss

Chapter 418 Sorcery
The target of this crusade in the world of cultivating immortals is the people of the demon world.

The Demon Realm revived a rumored Demon Emperor by wantonly sacrificing mortals.

This time coincided with the closure of Tianxuanmen, the leader of the world of cultivating immortals, and the disciples under the sect no longer came out of the mountain.People from several other sects were forced to form an alliance to fight against this terrible demon emperor.

Although He Miao's current cultivation base is already in the golden core stage, it is not worth mentioning in the huge world of cultivating immortals.

The elders of the Nascent Soul stage of several sects joined forces to seal the Demon Emperor again.The devil is immortal, so it can only be sealed.

He Miao and the others teamed up to fight against the rest of the Demon Realm.

Nan Ling'er was dressed in fiery red clothes, preemptively, and a dexterous cloud-covering and dragon-sweeping whip swept across. Wherever it went, everyone in the demon world was seriously injured.

He Miao also refused to give in, she held her mahogany sword tightly in one hand, and held the Five Luminaries Divine Bead in the other.

With the help of the ancient witch Zhu's power, she charged into battle, invincible, beheading everyone in the demon world, and she was very happy for a while.

Moreover, the Five Luminaries God Orb is a magic orb with strong feedback.The more He Miao slays demons and demons, the more lustrous the Five Luminaries Divine Bead will be, and the stronger its magic power will be.

In the crowd, a gaze fixed on the woman who was beheaded in the crowd, without taking his eyes off it.

He Miao had a keen sense of consciousness, so she was naturally aware of this fiery gaze. She turned her head and saw her former big brother——Gong Liangxi—over the crowd.

The magic pattern entered the body. In the past, he was the strict and solemn Gong Liangxi, but there were only ferocious black magic patterns under his eyes, like vines and vines, covering up the man's true face.

He Miao was in a daze for a while, and with the passing of decades, Gong Liangxi's original appearance gradually became blurred in her heart.

The only thing that can be seen is his scarlet eyes soaked with deep pain.

The former senior brothers and sisters looked at each other with only deep puzzlement left in their eyes.

Seeing that the seals of Yuan Yingqi elders of several sects were about to be completed, Gong Liangxi soared out of the sky, and a Chixiao sword was extremely sharp, interrupting the spellcasting of several people, and forcibly rescued the demon king.

Before leaving, he looked back at He Miao, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and there was a bit of determination in his eyes.

At the end of the First World War, facing everyone's flattery, He Miao felt nothing in his heart, and returned to Bihai Pavilion as usual.

Zheng Wu and Fan Ranran finally had time to rest, and came to ask He Miao about the battle against the demons.

He Miao spoke a few words about sealing the Demon Emperor, then stopped talking.

Both of them hadn't seen He Miao for a long time, and they were extremely curious about the battlefield, pestering her to continue listening to the story, neither of them would leave first.

He Miao had no choice but to pull himself together and told them some interesting stories on the battlefield, not forgetting to exaggerate and tell some of his glorious deeds.

This lecture lasted all afternoon, and the two of them listened attentively, and looked at He Miao with a bit of admiration in their eyes.

He Miao looked at the sparkling eyes of the two, and secretly laughed in his heart, children are really cute.

Since they were willing to listen, she talked about Ling Yishuang of Diyuezong, how mighty the Dragon Yuan Sword was.

Zheng Wu is actually not interested in these stories of beatings and killings.He just wanted to be with Master, preferably as before, just the two of them.

He has long realized that after returning to the world of cultivating immortals and rebuilding the Bihai Pavilion, the master no longer belongs to him alone.

There are many ancestors, uncles, and brothers beside the master, and there is another Fan Ranran. Many people surround her, but he feels that the gap between the master and him is getting deeper and deeper.

If possible, he really wanted to go back to the past when the two depended on each other for life.

Just as he was thinking about it, Zheng Wu felt a strange heat wave rising from his heart, instantly filling his limbs and bones, blocking all his spiritual power.

He wanted to open his mouth to speak, to explain this strange change in his body to Master, but realized that he could no longer open his mouth.

It seemed that his consciousness was imprisoned by an invisible hand, and he was being dragged into an endless abyss.

"Master~"

Zheng Wu couldn't make a sound, so he could only look helplessly at the woman in Tsing Yi in front of him, pleading with the last remaining consciousness in his heart, hoping that Master could hear his heartfelt voice.

It's a pity that the consciousness in his mind suddenly disappeared in the next second.

He Miao inadvertently glanced at Zheng Wu who was at the side, and his speaking voice stopped abruptly.

"what happened?"

Fan Ranran lived with the old-fashioned and serious Mrs. Fan since she was a child. She was introverted and restrained, and she was full of curiosity about the outside world. In her heart, she loved listening to all kinds of bizarre stories told by He Miao.

Right now she is holding her cheeks in her hands, listening with gusto, seeing that He Miao stopped talking, she said strangely.

On the ground, He Miao drew out the mahogany sword and blocked it in front of Fan Ranran, just in time to block Zheng Wu's stabbing sword.

Fan Ranran was startled, and took a step back before realizing it, and hurriedly drew out her huge and cumbersome broadsword.

In the room right now, He Miao and Zheng Wu were already fighting with swords.

"What's going on here?" Fan Ranran looked at the scene in front of her with a puzzled face and asked suspiciously.

He Miao didn't want to hurt Zheng Wu, and explained while beating: "I saw his eyeballs suddenly turned red, probably because of some sorcery."

Just as he was talking, He Miao noticed that there was a faint black pattern on Zheng Wu's neck, and his eyes froze, it turned out to be a magic pattern!

How the hell did this happen? !

Seeing that Zheng Wu was already out of his mind and only knew how to attack blindly, He Miao took out the green steel ring inside his wooden hairpin and temporarily tied up Zheng Wu.

"How could this be?" Fan Ranran frowned, puzzled.

He Miao frowned, a familiar figure flashed in his eyes, and a bad feeling rose in his heart.

Just as he was thinking about it, Zheng Wu, who had already been almost insane, was exerting force with his arms, and he squeezed the green steel ring away abruptly, bursting open.

Immediately, it flew into the air and rushed out, as if to go somewhere.

He Miao and Fan Ranran followed closely behind, fearing that he would hurt others again.Up to now, He Miao had a vague guess in his mind.

The place where the unconscious Zheng Wu wants to go is probably where the mastermind behind the scenes is.

But why Zheng Wu?Obviously Zheng Wu stayed in Bihai Pavilion and couldn't go out.When did the opponent start?

Where would that place be?
Countless questions seemed to be a mess, bothering He Miao, making her unable to figure out what to do.

To He Miao's surprise, Zheng Wu did not go to the Demon Realm, but instead landed in a certain village in the world.

"He Miao!"

The two then landed, and Fan Ranran looked at the scene in front of her, took a breath, and subconsciously stood beside He Miao.

He Miao looked at the corpses all over the place, the village where blood flowed like rivers, and the people who died in peace, his complexion became extremely ugly for a moment.

This familiar scene confirmed her previous guess.

Behind him, a person appeared slowly, He Miao turned his head, and as expected, he saw that familiar figure, and standing beside him was Zheng Wu with a dull face, who looked like a puppet.

"Why not you?"

The doubts in that population made those questions that puzzled He Miao seem to be explained in an instant.

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