The demon fairy starts from the six-winged centipede

Chapter 211 Show your strengths?

A huge mirage hovered over Heyang City.

It blocks out the sun and casts a large shadow, which is awe-inspiring.

In Heyang City, the damage to buildings was not serious.

Wu Gong firmly controlled the power of the heavenly thunder and did not allow the river of thunder to wash the city.

However, the deafening explosion shattered the eardrums of all mortals.

In the entire Heyang City, two or three hundred thousand mortals all had bleeding ears and lost their hearing.

The Eight-Holding Vajra statues fly back and forth, constantly busy.

They may capture monks, confiscate magic weapons, maintain order, or administer medicine to save people.
All the magic weapons of the demon sect monks were taken away, and their hands and feet were tied up with magic chains.

Everyone was dejected, even the four sect leaders were angry but dared not say anything, and could only sigh.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that even if the being in charge of the whole scene did not take action, these Vajras and demon cultivators alone would be enough to give them a hard time.

Those who came this time are all the elite from Pingshan.

There are dozens of demon cultivators, who are either divine beasts or ancient species, possessing innate magical powers and having thick skin and flesh.

The Eight Vajra were originally promoted through martial arts, and each of them is a good fighter.

In addition, the Eight-Holding Vajra Method was inherited from the upper realm, and perhaps it was not ranked in terms of mystery, but as a Taoist military method, it strengthened a certain characteristic to the extreme.

The sword's unconventional approach naturally has a strange power that is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Wanrenwang, Yuyangzi, Madam Sanmiao and other disciples of the Demon Sect were no different. They were ordered forward by King Kong like slaves.

Their magic weapons were taken away. Although their magical powers were not restricted for the time being, no one dared to act rashly.

The scene of the Poison God being reduced to ashes is still vivid in my mind.

Those who can survive in the Demon Cult are all smart people who know how to adapt to the changing times and will not do stupid things.

Snapped.
There was a Thunder Tribulation Vajra holding a thunder whip, whipping the air, making crackling sounds.

"Hurry up and line up, one row per sect, and no noise."

A strand of Madam San Miao's hair was hit by the thunder whip and was instantly burnt.

She shuddered and covered herself in dirt, no longer having her usual coquettish charm.

When passing by an intersection, she saw the head of Qingyun Sect and the chief of the seven sects lying like dead dogs.

A few people were spared by Wu Gong and were not completely killed.

Their bodies were charred black, and their mouths were roughly pried open by a Mu Rui Vajra holding a bone medicine bowl, and a handful of pills were stuffed into their mouths.

The pill was the size of a longan and emitted a emerald green, vital glow.

Daoxuan and the Seven Clans Leaders had already fainted and were half dead, so they naturally would not swallow at this moment.

Mu Rui Jin Gang was also very decisive. He simply grabbed the heads and lifted the people up, then stretched out his hands to stroke the necks of several people as if feeding them ducks.

Madam San Miao clearly saw that the throats of those righteous leaders had large lumps visible to the naked eye, and their bodies were trembling.

"It's too scary! This is the leader of the righteous path." Sanmiao shuddered and couldn't imagine how dark the days ahead would be.

Nearby, Wanrenwang, Yuyangzi, Mr. Gui, Youji, Biyao, Jinping'er, Qin Wuyan and others, who were shackled, naturally saw this scene.

Everyone's eyes twitched, and they felt a chill in their hearts, with a kind of sadness that was shared by their own kind.

"The righteous path? The evil path? Oh, facing the invasion of this alien force, how can there be any distinction between righteousness and evil?"

"All the conspiracies and schemes, all the intrigues and schemes, are nothing but chickens and dogs in front of this overwhelming force."

Wanwanwang felt sad in his heart. He looked at Biyao who was following behind him and actively smearing his pretty face like Sanmiao, and sighed.

He approached Biyao and whispered, "Yao'er, you are my disciple of the Demon Sect. Remember to make good use of your strengths, live well, and become stronger."

Bi Yao looked at her father's meaningful eyes, her body shaking under her lake green gauze dress.

She knew what her father meant.

However, facing this unparalleled force, are her looks and her methods really useful?
Upon hearing this, San Miao turned to Jin Ping'er and whispered, "Ping'er, you and Bi Yao have known each other for a long time. Let go of all your past prejudices and take care of each other. Only in this way can you succeed."

"I am old and ugly, not as innocent and energetic as you are. You can find the right time to show your strengths, restrain your ambitions, and get close to the rich and powerful, so as to escape from the sea of ​​suffering."

After she finished speaking, she sighed softly, with bitterness in her eyes.

Once upon a time, the two of them were in charge of the sect, and it was such a glorious time.

Now, he has become a prisoner and cannot even protect the daughter of his disciple. He has to use his beauty to please others in order to have a chance to escape. It is really sad and ridiculous.

Bi Yao and Jin Ping'er were originally the treasures of the two sects of the Demon Cult. They were proud and arrogant and had never suffered such humiliation.

When the two heard such naked words, their hearts were torn and their teeth were about to break. They just looked up at the huge flying boat in the sky and the surrounding King Kongs staring at them covetously, and all their anger turned into helplessness and grievance.

The two of them couldn't help but move closer, their bodies trembling slightly, like two young animals keeping each other warm in the cold wind of the wilderness.

"God's will is unpredictable and fate plays tricks on us." Yu Yangzi hung his head, as if he had aged by dozens of years, with a hunched back.

Before the Thunder River collapsed, his mind was full of calculations, and his wishes were fulfilled.

He even had the audacity to say that he wanted to take advantage of the fact that Qingyun Sect and Pingshan Holy Land were both badly defeated to take over the whole situation.

Now, he felt that everything was just a dream.

What about getting a piece of the pie? What about taking everything? These are all ignorant fantasies of ants.

It is just like looking at the sky from a well or measuring the sea with a clamshell.

Changshengtang? Want to be the number one in the demon sect?

In front of that terrifying existence that suppresses the heaven and earth, destroying the Demon Cult is as easy as crushing an ant.

Among the four major sects of the Demon Cult, the Ten Thousand Poison Sect is the strongest.

In the eight hundred years since the decline of the Blood Refining Hall, it has become the number one faction in the Demon Cult.

The sect leader, the Poison God, died from a lightning strike, but all the other masters were safe and sound.

The old vampire, Bai Duzi, Patriarch Duanmu, the Poison Master Qin Wuyan of the Demon Cult, and other disciples of the Poison God gathered together.

They were all men, there were no women. Looking at the actions of the Ghost King Sect and the Hehuan Sect, they remained silent for a long time, and felt even more bitter in their hearts.

Sometimes, shortcuts are unsavory.

But it would be a greater tragedy if you don’t even have the qualifications to take shortcuts.

Just at this moment, a figure flew over the heads of several people.

"I heard that there is a Poison Master in the Ten Thousand Poison Sect? Come out and let me take a look."

Several people from the Wan Du Sect looked up, and when they saw that it was Mo Yun, the true form of the Three-Headed Xiang Liu, their faces suddenly changed, and they subconsciously glanced at Qin Wuyan.

Then, several masters of the Wan Du Sect took a step back in unison, exposing Qin Wuyan.

"Your Excellency, this is the Poison Master Qin Wuyan."

There was flattery in their words, thinking that Qin Wuyan had provoked Mo Yun and they didn't want to get involved in any trouble.

Qin Wuyan's face was grim. He glanced at his fellow disciples who were hiding from him like they were the plague god. He suppressed his anger, stood up and bowed, saying:

"Reporting to your Honor, I am Qin Wuyan, and I am not worthy of the title of Master Du. If I have overstepped my authority, please forgive me."

He was unsure of Mo Yun's intentions, and his words were full of submission and his attitude was extremely humble.

That unruly figure has remained in a bowed position since it bent down.

As long as Mo Yun didn't allow him to do so, he had no intention of straightening up.

Now that people have become prisoners, all the talk of being arrogance and aloofness is bullshit.

He is the Poison Young Master of the Demon Cult, cold and cruel, with a careful mind, but he is not one of those inflexible people from the righteous sect.

In the air, Mo Yun glanced at the other people from the Wan Du Sect with disdain and was very satisfied with Qin Wuyan's attitude.

"Yes, yes, very much to my liking."

Mo Yun smiled with satisfaction, pointed at Qin Wuyan and said, "It's you, you will be my pet from now on."

"After you are branded as a slave, I will use my contribution points to buy out your slave status."

"When the time comes, follow me and serve me with peace of mind. If I am satisfied, I will grant you the original Heavenly Poison of Xiangliu, and I guarantee that your poison cultivation will advance by leaps and bounds."

"what???"

Qin Wuyan looked up blankly, looking at Mo Yun, who was wearing a dark green robe, his face completely confused.

"Human pet???"

He couldn't believe what he heard.

When the word "human pet" came out, all the people in the Demon Sect were stunned.

They stared at Mo Yun, then looked at Qin Wuyan, and felt that this world was too magical and it was difficult to tell the difference between humans and animals.

Seeing that Qin Wuyan was in a daze, Mo Yun, without saying a word, first put a Xiangliu mark on his neck.

"This is my mark. When you become a slave, I will come to rescue you."

"However, during this period, don't violate the laws of Pingshan or you will be beaten to death."

(End of this chapter)