Rebirth of the Siberian Tiger: The younger sister is actually the reincarnation of the empress!

Chapter 237 You all come together, this Demon Lord has nothing to fear!
"It's the Little Sword Immortal. The Little Sword Immortal is here. We are saved!"

"National Master, two more National Masters are here too!"

"Very good……"

At this moment, on the high wall where the fierce battle was still going on, cheers were heard. The morale of the human side was greatly boosted, and the attacks they launched suddenly became more powerful.

Fang Yuan turned his head and looked over.

I saw three streams of light flying towards this side from far away. Standing in the front was a little girl with a lotus blossoming between her eyebrows. She was the little sword fairy.

At this moment, the little sword fairy came on a sword, his eyes were frosty, staring at Fang Yuan coldly, and a creepy chill emanated from his whole body.

Behind him were the blind Taoist priest and the wine-drinking and meat-loving monk.

The blind Taoist priest was dressed in a green Taoist robe, sitting upright on a white crane with his eyes closed. In his hand, he held a jade ruyi that emitted green light. If it weren't for his ugly appearance, he would have looked like an immortal.

The drunken and meat-loving monk next to him was riding a huge gourd magic weapon, which was as big as a car, flying in the air. The drunken and meat-loving monk stood steadily at the front end of the gourd, radiating golden Buddha light from his body and with a compassionate look on his face.

Soon the three of them came near Chihuo and others and stopped there.

"I've seen three of them!"

Seeing the people coming, Chihuo and the other two looked at each other and greeted Xiao Jianxian and the other two in unison.

During this period, the Dragon Country officials have been promoting these three people on the Internet. People like Chihuo who are in the grassroots naturally know them.

At the same time, both sides are resurrected, and this time they will definitely join forces to deal with the Black Magic Tiger, so they must build a good relationship, at least when attacking the Black Magic Tiger later, they don’t have to fight alone.

"Qinglian!"

The little sword fairy responded in a light tone, then he took out the Green Lotus Patterned Fairy Sword, held it in his hand, with a cold breath, and turned to the direction of the Black Demon Tiger.

Chihuo and the other two frowned slightly, somewhat dissatisfied with the attitude of the little sword fairy.

"Amitabha, I am a humble monk, and I am glad to meet you three fellow monks!"

Fortunately, at this time, the wine-drinking and meat-eating monk smiled, put his hands together, and responded with a bright Buddha light.

The three of them nodded, their previous emotions had dissipated after being interrupted by the Drunken Monk.

Then, the blind Taoist priest who was sitting cross-legged on the white crane greeted them and said, "I am a blind Taoist priest, and I am honored to meet you three!"

The battle was about to break out, so naturally, the few of them would not exchange too many pleasantries. They just said hello and then looked at Fang Yuan together with murderous intent.

"Black Demon Tiger, you have committed many evil deeds. Today I will chop off your head and remember those who died!"

The little swordsman stared at Fang Yuan with cold eyes, gritting his teeth, and his murderous intent was evident.

She had been severely injured and nearly died by the Black Magic Tiger before. Today, she was going to seek revenge on the Black Magic Tiger.

"Another defeated opponent. Who gave you the confidence to defeat this demon lord?"

Hearing this, Fang Yuan chuckled, his tone full of disdain, and gently waved the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in his hand. Waves of piercing ghost cries continued to come from the banner.

"Humph, Black Demon Tiger, you killed so many of my people. Today I must skin you alive and tear out your tendons!"

Chihuo, who was standing behind the Little Sword Immortal, shouted angrily with his eyes blazing. Cangbai, who was standing beside him, showed a cruel look on his face, "He killed millions of our human race. Not only will we cut this beast into pieces, but we will also extract its tiger soul like it did to our human race, and let it burn with flames day and night, so that it will never be reborn!"

“Hehehe, you two losers dare to speak so arrogantly here. In the eyes of this Demon Lord, you two are not even as good as this little girl! You can be crushed to death with one hand!”

Just like hearing a very funny joke, Fang Yuan couldn't help laughing out loud, his tone full of contempt.

"You beast!"

Chi Huo and Cang Bai's faces turned red with anger. They glared at Fang Yuan, emitting a dangerous aura.

"Amitabha, put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha right now. Black Demon Tiger, I see that you have committed many sins of killing and will surely go to hell in the future. If you can convert to Buddhism, do good from now on, and atone for your sins, there is still a glimmer of hope!"

At this time, the Drunken Monk stepped forward, with Buddha's light shining on him and a compassionate face. At this moment, the Drunken Monk looked like a true Buddha who had come to the world to persuade the demons to be good.

However, the next second, the atmosphere was ruined by a loud shout from the side.

"Evil beast, I will capture you today and make you guard the gate of Wudang Mountain for ten thousand years, until your lifespan runs out!"

The blind Taoist stood up from the white crane, with an air of righteousness and the jade ruyi in his hand emitting a warm green fairy light.

"Humph! In my life, what I hate most are bald donkeys and cow noses. They are hypocritical and do nothing! How dare you two appear in front of me? I will make you wish you were dead!"

Looking at the wine-drinking monk and the blind Taoist in front of him, Fang Yuan couldn't help but think of the bald donkey and the ox-nosed man who were his enemies in his previous life. Suddenly, a huge rage rose up, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he shouted angrily.

He was burning with rage, and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in his hand seemed to have sensed Fang Yuan's rage as well. It kept shaking, spilling blood and emitting waves of terrifying fluctuations.

After being scolded by Fang Yuan, the compassion on the Drunken Monk's face suddenly disappeared, and a dangerous light emanated from his narrowed eyes.

The blind Taoist's face turned ashen, and he was filled with murderous intent.

At this moment, the aura of the six people had already reached its peak. They stared at Fang Yuan, ready to strike.

Fang Yuan was not afraid at all. He had a sneer on his face and held the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in his hand. Demonic energy was surging around him and his aura was extremely terrifying. Bursts of terrifying roars erupted from the blood-red surface of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

"Come on, you useless bastards! This demon king has nothing to fear!"

"Brother is so strong!"

Seeing his big brother being so domineering, the giant King Kong ape who was being bombarded by artillery shells below was suddenly filled with admiration and couldn't help but sigh.

Below, there was constant sound of fighting, blood flowed like a river, and countless casualties were suffered by humans and ferocious beasts. However, above, there was silence and the atmosphere was solemn, and a war was about to break out!
"kill!"

Suddenly, Chihuo roared, and the flames around his body transformed into ferocious red dragons, which shot towards Fang Yuan.

The next second, others also took action one after another, with spiritual light everywhere.

Green lotus flowers blossomed all over the little sword fairy's body, and the lotus-patterned green fairy sword in his hand burst out with brilliant green light, and sword energy flew out like a rain curtain.

The blind Taoist and the drunken monk attacked at the same time. The jade ruyi in the blind Taoist's hand flickered with light, and streams of light flew out, transforming into the light and shadows of mythical beasts, the white tiger, the red bird, the black tortoise... roaring and emitting a tyrannical aura.

The Drunken Monk was enveloped in golden Buddha light, and transformed into a nine-zhang-tall golden arhat. His muscles were knotted and his lines were clear, as if he was made of diamond, and it seemed as if he could pierce the sky with one palm.

(End of this chapter)