I slay demons and cook in the world of cultivating immortals

Suxin Palace.

In the main hall of the main peak of Suxin Palace, the door is tightly closed, and there are layers of restrictions at the entrance to prevent other people's spiritual sense from prying.

The leader Ruiyun Shengjun is sitting on a high place.

In front of her, several Golden Core cultivators were forming a circle, sitting cross-legged on the main hall, all of them expressionless, surrounded by black demonic energy.

Within the circle surrounded by the Golden Core cultivators, a person in a black cloak is constantly changing his handprints, making the demonic energy surrounding those Golden Core cultivators more and more intense, lingering like a black haze around them.

The head of Ruiyun stood up and walked slowly to them, "Are you sure they can obey me?"

The black-robed man's voice was hoarse, "Isn't the entire Suxin Palace obeying your orders?"

"You know that's not what I mean." What she wants is a group of puppets without their own thoughts. Even if there are mountains of swords and flames in front of her, as long as she gives an order, these people will rush forward to die without any hesitation.

Unlike the current Suxin Palace, people's hearts are scattered and at a loss!

She has been in charge of the Suxin Palace for hundreds of years, and it has fallen to this point today.

The hoarse voice of the black-robed man came again, "Leader Ruiyun just try it and you'll know."

After finishing speaking, the man made the last handprint, and the black demonic energy around those golden cores disappeared, and these people just stood still and said nothing.

The black-robed man's voice was devoid of any emotion, but the head of Ruiyun still gave off a chill, "After the matter is done, do you really only need to pass through the sword gate?"

"Master Ruiyu, is there anything else in your Suxin Palace worth my time to calculate? If you don't decide, Suxin Palace is only a few days away from being destroyed." Pass the black jade flute to Ruiyun Shengjun.

Ruiyun Shengjun stared at his hand, hesitated for a moment and took it.

What the man said is right, Suxin Palace will be destroyed in just a few days!
No matter what choice it is, it can't be worse than it is now, right?
This black robe is a man who suddenly appeared in Suxin Palace a few days ago. When the head of Ruiyun asked about his identity, the man directly showed the devilish aura around him, his identity is self-evident.

Magic repair!

"I want to pass through the sword gate." This was the first sentence Moxiu said when he saw himself.

The head of Ruiyun has cultivated to the stage of transforming gods, so how could he not know what the magic cultivator wants to do.

These people should be in the same group as the demon cultivators in Taiyimen, disintegrating the entire Eastern Region, invading the entire Eastern Region, or occupying the entire Eastern Region?

In a big faction like the Taiyi Sect, the Demon Cultivators didn't succeed, so they thought of starting with a smaller force.

Such as Suxin Palace, such as Tongjianmen and several sects.

Today's Suxin Palace has no use value. Among the remaining second-rate sects, Tongjianmen's arrogance is soaring, so it is naturally targeted by Moxiu.

The head of Ruiyun sneered, what does this have to do with her? !

The Suxin Palace is going to be gone, so what about the Eastern Territory?What about the entire Tianyuan Continent?
In the troubled times, there may be a way out for Suxin Palace!
The head of Ruiyun let out a foul breath, and put the black jade flute to his mouth.
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Su Xin outside the palace.

With Suxin Palace as the center, there are monks from Tongjianmen and those forces attached to Tongjianmen for a hundred miles.

Today's Suxin Palace has become a hunting ground, except for those low-level disciples who dare not go out of the gate, they are the safest.

None of the bosses was in the mood to kill those little disciples.

Those Jindan Nascent Soul Transformation God Mahayana caused countless casualties!
Shen Qinglan and her teammates are fighting a sword repairer in the late stage of Nascent Soul.

Not far from them, a few cultivators from Tongjianmen were watching the battle. One of them had a face as black as ink, his body spirit was disordered, and an obvious wound on his waist and abdomen was still bleeding out. It looked like he was seriously injured. look.

"You said she is the disciple of Daoist Mingyuan of Wuya Peak?" The only Daoist Yuanying in the team looked at the Jindan disciple with a dark face.

The Jindan disciple sighed secretly in his heart, "Uncle Deshu, she is indeed Shen Qinglan, the youngest apprentice of Daojun Mingyuan of Wuya Peak."

The Jindan disciples couldn't bear to look at Daoist Yuanying's face anymore. Daoist Deshu of Qixing Peak was rescued by the little apprentice of Daoist Mingyuan of Wuya Peak!
Based on this sentence alone, this matter will be rumored in Tongjianmen for a year without stopping!
That's right, this dark-faced and injured Daoist Nascent Soul is the Daoist Deshu of Qixing Peak, the one who is life and death with Daoist Mingyuan.

At that time, Shen Qinglan also forced herself to participate in the Eastern Region Grand Competition because her master was unwilling to give up the spot to Qixing Peak.

This Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator from Suxin Palace has amazing sword skills. If they were in their heyday, Shen Qinglan and Shen Qinglan would really be no match.

Fortunately, this Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator had already been injured by Taoist Deshu before, and the spiritual power wasted a lot along the way, so Shen Qinglan and others had a chance to make a move.

In her team, everyone has cooperated more and more tacitly these days.

In the face of a powerful enemy, everyone did not panic. According to the method that has been operated many times before, they used their respective strengths.

Among the group of people, Monk and Shen Qinglan had the strongest defensive power. The two of them withstood most of the attacks of the injured Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator.

The defensive barriers of the two, one gold and one red, cooperated more and more tacitly. Wherever Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator slashed, there was this two-color barrier.

In the end, Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator was tortured to death by this group of people.

He was already injured, his spiritual energy was consumed too much, and he was held back by Shen Qinglan's cunning team, exhausting him to death!

When Suxin Palace's Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator fell, Shen Qinglan's team immediately made a tacit understanding of one move per person, ensuring that the opponent was dead and there was no chance of cheating!
Seeing that De Shu Daojun couldn't help but glared at the guys in his team again.

Looking at others and then looking at you, there is no tacit understanding, no cooperation at all, just fight each other!

It's just that he was angry with his teammates for a moment, and then he started to be angry with himself again. He was actually rescued by Mingyuan's apprentice.

One can imagine how arrogant that guy will be after the news is passed back to the sect.

"Senior Brother Hongcheng." After Shen Qinglan landed on the ground, she called Hongcheng who had a gluttonous mole on the corner of her mouth to stop.

Hong Cheng had a good impression of this junior sister Wu Yafeng, he smiled and replied, "What's the matter, Junior Sister Shen?"

"This sword cultivator has already been wounded by that Nascent Soul Taoist Lord, and we just came here. What's the point of this?"

If it is not from the same sect, Shen Qinglan will naturally ignore it, you can't beat it, and you still want to divide things.

But it happens to be the same door, acquaintances and so on are the most annoying.

Hongcheng looked at Shen Qinglan with a strange expression, "Junior Sister Shen, you don't know who that Nascent Soul Daoist is?"

Shen Qinglan smiled embarrassedly, "I really don't know each other, so I would like to ask Senior Brother Hongcheng to come forward."

"That's Daoist Decheng of Seven Star Peak."

On the last day of the month, ask for a monthly pass! ! !