After being reborn, she became a pet junior sister in the world of cultivating immortals

Tao Yanzhi's eyes met Pei Nanxun's, and Tao Yanzhi was stunned.

He hacked the clock inside for a long time, and tried all kinds of tricks, but he couldn't open it.

He knew that Pei Nanxun was here to save him, but he hadn't figured it out yet.

Tao Yanzhi put his hand on the clock, and the transparent clock rippled with water.

The inside cannot be broken, and the outside does not know what to do.

It was already dark, and so was the monk's side.

This is the last time they played.

In the dark night, Pei Nanxun's eyes flickered with faint light, and the wound on his arm was still bleeding. Pei Nanxun took a deep breath.

The dark night is not good for either side.

One by one torches appeared, illuminating their front.

Lin Luoshen came out holding a torch and stood at the farthest distance.

"Master, why did you come out?" Zheng Yuanxue walked over.

Lin Luo looked at her deeply, then turned to look at the battlefield.

"It's a pity that I can't go there, Danxiu's strength is too weak."

Lin Luoshen could only refine alchemy for them every day and heal their wounds.

Even so, many people die every day.

"Master has done enough." Zheng Yuanxue also looked forward.

That was the battlefield between monks, immortal killers and demons, and the blood flowing from there converged into a small river.

Zheng Yuanxue could even see many corpses lying on the ground.

Her father also went to help. Her father is a sword cultivator, so it is impossible to sit idly by. Zheng Yuanxue is also very worried every day, for fear that something will happen to her father.

"The head is trapped in the clock, and I still don't know what to do." Lin Luoshen said in a low voice.

Now they have not retreated for a long time, part of the reason is to prevent Tao Yanzhi from falling into their hands.

Han Zhao was so strict with the magic clock that no one could get close to it.

Lu Wuya was a little irritable. The mocking wind and chi kiss were not easy to deal with, and he also wanted to save Tao Yanzhi, so he seemed a little violent.

Yun Lan held him down, "Don't worry, everyone is trying to save Tao Yanzhi."

"What is that clock?" Lu Wuya asked.

Yun Lan lowered her head and looked, only to see the devilish energy lingering beside the clock.

"I don't know either, I've never seen anyone use such a magic weapon."

Hearing Yun Lan saying that he didn't know, Lu Wuya sighed silently, this matter is too difficult.

They have been tossing for so long, but it is still useless.

The Immortal Killer and the Demon Race began to retreat slowly, and the cultivator knew that they were going to retreat.

Han Zhao raised his hand and sent the bell directly to the camps of Immortal Killer and Demon Race, and disappeared himself.

They receded like the tide, and the monks couldn't stop them.

Lu Wuya came down from mid-air and looked at the camps of Immortal Killer and Demon Race, Tao Yanzhi was taken there.

After Han Zhao brought him back, the person next to him asked, "Should we kill him and hang him outside for monks to see?"

Han Zhao waved his hand, "No, let Tao Yanzhi see how the world of cultivating immortals declines."

He hated people, and he didn't want Tao Yanzhi to die so happily, he just wanted to torture him slowly.

Tao Yanzhi gasped, and his back was covered with sweat. Fortunately, Han Zhao was so proud, so it was good to survive.

Hearing what Han Zhao said, the people below did not dare to make mistakes. After all, they were scolded bloody by Han Zhao last time because they acted without authorization.

Tao Yanzhi looked around, there was nothing iconic, it looked like a temporary station, and he didn't know why the soul sacrificial array was set up here at that time.

(End of this chapter)