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Chapter 170 Are there many babies like this in the witch sect?

For a moment, the two Westerners were trembling in fear, lying on the ground dizzy, covered in blood, and extremely miserable.

What kind of descendants of the witch clan are these? They are all monsters and robbers, and their strength is so arrogant that they are unreasonable.

boom!
The God-killing Spear rolled and pierced Taoist Zhunti's palm in the blink of an eye, leaving a wound that was deep enough to see the bones. The source of destruction flowed. Without tens of thousands of years of accumulation, this injury could not be recovered.

In the eyes of the three people in Yaoting, these descendants born from Qin Yuan are too terrifying. Together, their fighting power cannot be underestimated, and they can even threaten the weaker merit saints.

"what?"

Taoist Zhunti was swept away by a shot. His eyes were full of surprise and shock. He looked at the Seven Treasures Tree in his hand with fear. Most of it had withered and was as bald as himself.

He gritted his teeth and looked around, and saw that the heirs were snatching the leaves of the glass, clamoring to use them to make wine.

"Not a son of man." The three corpses of Zhunti jumped violently, baring their teeth, but there was nothing they could do.

It's so cruel. If you can keep the body of your own Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, it means children like Lin Xuan will be merciful. If you beep a few more words, I'm afraid they will be robbed to pieces.

Zhunti shivered, cold sweat broke out on his back, and he felt shuddering.How could the back mountain of Wumen be so terrifying? A group of children randomly jumped out and all had such incredible fighting power. Others were dumbfounded.

Thinking of the confident demeanor they had when they left the Demon Court, Zhunti and Jie Yin wished they could crawl into a hole in the ground, slap themselves in the face, and regret coming to the troubled waters of the Witch Clan.

And Jieyin was also in an extremely embarrassed state, without any of the arrogance he had before. His Taoist robes were all blown to pieces, and even the bitter bamboo itself had some of its original essence taken away. It was so brutal.

He huddled in a ball and received a lot of beatings. He didn't have the majesty of the quasi-sage of Demon Court at all. He was like an old man in his dying years, beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

"What, how can the younger generation of the Wu clan be so evil and terrifying? Are these all the children of the Witch Lord? That's crazy!" Jie Yin had a grimace on his face, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his face was full of torment.

This Wumen contains great terror, and the water is too deep for the two brothers to handle.

Thinking of the heroic words when leaving the Demon Court, Taoist Taoist reception wanted to hit him with a brick. It was not good to offend anyone, but he wanted to offend the Ancestral Witch of Blood.

Not to mention the Twelve Ancestral Witches taking action, there was just a group of mysterious children in the large formation in front of them, so they couldn't get through, let alone meet the Qinyuan Demon Commander.

"It's so frustrating. What kind of suffering is this?" Jie Yin and Zhunti cried out, holding their heads together, feeling extremely regretful.

If it were someone as strong as Sanqing and Demon Emperor, they would still be able to act mischievously and avoid being severely beaten.But this is a bunch of dolls, who can they ask to reason with?

Kunpeng on the other side was not much better either. He let out a scream like a slaughtered pig, which made Zhunti's eyes jump wildly and his face turned pale with fear.

Immediately they saw that the precious feathers on Demon Master Kunpeng's body had been plucked out one by one and placed in the wine gourd. In the end, they were naked and looked extremely funny.

"Hiss——" The two Zhunti looked at each other, took a deep breath, and were trembling with fear.

It's too terrifying and unimaginable. This is the master of all demons. Now he is being killed like a chicken. All the precious feathers in his body are plucked out, and all he has to do is wipe his neck and bleed him. This group of descendants is too cruel and cruel.

At this moment, both of them wanted to die. They should not have been so remorseful that they came to provoke these mysterious beings. The loss was too heavy this time.

The vitality of the Seven Treasures Tree was severely damaged, the Merit Pool was emptied of water, and the Twelve-grade Golden Lotus was cut into rhizomes during the battle and withered terribly.Demon Master Kunpeng was in even worse condition. His newly recuperated wings underwent another hair removal bath.

"How about it? I told you that our brothers are not bad at it, right? Do the two bald uncles still want to test our cultivation?"

The dolls were so satisfied that they finally stopped their movements, making the other party heave a sigh of relief and their heart trembled.

Zhunti got up and waved his hands, still a little scared, nodded with a smile and said:
"It's not bad. Your cultivation level is considered to be above the standard. If you go out to travel in the wilderness, you can be considered a strong person."

Rao Zhunti's character has collapsed at this time. Isn't this a strong person? If he grows up for a few more years, he may be able to sweep the entire Demon Court by himself.

They are so crazy and monsters. What kind of education did these descendants receive? They are obviously very powerful, but they don’t even step out of one of them. They just stay in the back of the Wu clan and act like the sixth child. Don’t be too outrageous.

When the children of Qinyuan's lineage heard these words, they smiled with disdain, thinking that the other party was trying to trick them into going out to die.

Lin Xuan's father said that without the cultivation level of a saint, it is very dangerous to run outside. The prehistoric world is in dire straits and there are many old silver coins, which are not something that quasi-sage cultivation levels like them can handle.

Swah——

Under the trembling gazes of the three people in Demon Court, the cubs of the mythical beasts walked away with their arms full, and the harvest was extremely fruitful.

"Let's go and call our brothers to join us to discuss and join forces. These are three free wooden stakes."

Everyone can feel that with the battle with the Demon Court Quasi-Sage, their cultivation has become more and more stable, and their realm has also loosened.

Moreover, uncles Qinglong and Hongyun usually worry about their father's majesty and have a sense of restraint, so there is no good discussion effect at all.

But these three foreigners are different. The dolls can feel that the other party is really fighting for life and death. This is the best test for cultivation. Everyone can't wait to tell the other brothers and sisters.

The naughty voices of the dolls made Kunpeng's heart sink to the bottom again.

Be a human being, you can just be happy on your own, but you still want to ask your brothers to join you in gathering wool?
Jie Yin and Zhunti stared with big eyes and small eyes, their faces full of horror, and they pondered over countermeasures.

"How can we go back and recover? We can't pass the bloodline descendant army alone. It's unbelievable." Taoist Zhunti slumped on the ground, his face full of despair and collapse.

According to this trend, it seems that he is going to be trapped in this trapped immortal formation, with no hope of escape.

The Taoist leader also had a look of disbelief on his face, and murmured in shock:

"They are so powerful. The cultivation of these children is something I have rarely seen in my life. They are much stronger than the three thousand guests of Zixiao. What's damning is that they actually have rare weapons such as the God-killing Spear."

The more Jie Yin and Zhunti thought about it, the more frightened they became. They frantically recovered from their original injuries. The scene of destruction was constantly flashing through their minds, and they were still frightened.

Who would have thought that in this nameless mountain, a group of descendants of quasi-saints would just pop out of nowhere, just ridiculously powerful. The magic weapons they randomly pulled out were the God-killing Spear and the Innate Gourd.

That shot directly destroyed the kingdom of God in the palm of his hand, carrying the pressure of destruction and knocking his brothers to the ground. It was too overbearing.

(End of this chapter)