I'm sure to get the luck of my fairy wife

Zhang Huaiyu couldn't help but prick up his ears again when he heard his change of subject.

"Brother Xiao will never fail whenever he takes action!" A hint of fanatical admiration flashed in Song Dugu's eyes.

Zhang Huaiyu had seen this stubborn sword fanatic picking on sword practitioners from all over the place many times in the past, so he naturally knew that he was a proud person.

Even he trusts Xiao Wuyou to this extent, so Xiao Wuyou must have been fully prepared for this battle!

At this moment, a dark cloud floated in the distance, and in the dark night, a red thunder streaked across the night sky, shocking all the cultivators so much that their hearts palpitated and their souls numbed.

All the monks felt the extremely terrifying pressure. Even if they did not see the person, they could smell the suffocatingly thick smell of blood!

"Hell blood demonic energy..." Zhang Caiwei, who was sitting next to Xiao Wuyou, couldn't help but change her expression and looked at Xiao Wuyou in panic.

But she never expected that Xiao Wuyou would remain calm, first tasting the tea gently, then whispering, "That's right."

"Our opponent is the Blood Hell Sect!"

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Above the City That Never Sleeps, a bloodstained crimson palace was slowly moving towards the Wanhua Pavilion.

Those monks who were brave enough to stay here thought that there was some rare flying magic weapon, but when they took a closer look, they found that the hall was not filled with flying magic weapons, but with seventy-two giant bats tens of meters long, with chains nailed to their bodies, dragging themselves slowly forward!

In the hall, the Demon Lord, who was dressed in a crimson robe and had loose red hair, noticed the gazes around him and slowly opened his eyes.

Li Xueyao only released the demonic energy for a moment, and the night sky was suddenly filled with red thunder.

Of course, this was not an attack, it was just a powerful person in the Spirit Transformation Stage releasing his mighty power, causing strange phenomena in heaven and earth!

The cultivators hiding in the city all fell to their knees. The cultivators below the Jindan stage could not bear it anymore. They bled from all seven orifices and were heartbroken!

This was the most horrifying scene Zhang Caiwei had ever seen.

But at the same time, she also saw the most shocking scene.

Even facing such a situation, Xiao Wuyou remained expressionless!

Zhang Caiwei gritted her teeth, and finally held on, calming her disordered breathing.

The young monks of Red Maple Valley were a group of young girls after all. When they sensed the terrifying monk, many of them began to tremble with fear.

But when they looked up, they found that Xiao Wuyou and Zhang Caiwei were motionless, treating the red thunder in the sky as nothing. They were immediately filled with admiration and persisted with faith in these two role models of righteousness.

But none of them knew that Xiao Wuyou could not feel the horror of the cultivation level of the Spirit Transformation Stage at all, and secondly, his mind was completely on the Wanhua Pavilion and he didn't care about Li Xueyao at all.

On Li Xueyao's side, he did not find the cultivator from Red Maple Valley who was hiding behind a formation.

Ye Qingmeng was alone, not hiding, standing in the boudoir that originally belonged to her in Wanhua Pavilion, exuding her aura without any concealment, which made the leader of the Blood Hell Sect feel unhappy.

Even if Ye Qingmeng was hiding a secret, Li Xueyao could not tolerate a junior being so arrogant.

"Bring her alive."

"As ordered!"

The three guardians of the Blood Prison Sect immediately received the order, flew down, and each used their flying skills to land above the Wanhua Pavilion.

"The Holy Maiden of Demonic Path, Ye Qingmeng! My Lord, the Blood Demon Lord, is here, why don't you come out to pay your respects?!" The old man who spoke first, Blood Old Ghost, roared impatiently.

But in the Wanhua Pavilion, there was a sound of women's laughter.

"If Li Xueyao kneels down and asks for an audience, it's not a bad idea to meet him. Just pay your respects and that's it."

"court death!"

Another tall and thin man with a gloomy face, named Xue Ming, turned into a scarlet stream of light and pounced down, breaking through the roof of Wanhua Pavilion and rushing straight to the boudoir where Ye Qingmeng was.

If it were any other of the Seven Demon Sects, they might still be wary of the Demon Saint's identity, but the Hell Blood Demons have always been bloodthirsty, arrogant and desperate criminals, so how could they tolerate such humiliation?

Xue Ming pinched Ye Qingmeng, intending to drag her in front of Li Xueyao like trash and make her apologize.

Unfortunately, before he could touch Ye Qingmeng's hair, he saw Ye Qingmeng reach out her hand and grab his neck tightly.

The two of them burst out with spiritual power at the same time, and the scarlet blood and black demonic energy collided at this moment, burning the entire top floor of the Wanhua Pavilion to ashes.

But when the spiritual power dissipated, Xue Ming was thrown out by Ye Qingmeng like a piece of garbage and fell miserably downstairs.

Under the astonished gazes of the other two guardians, Ye Qingmeng frowned in dissatisfaction: "What a pity, I thought I could kill him with one strike."

"Nascent Soul Great Perfection?! You have been hiding your abilities all along!" The enchanting female cultivator with red curly hair turned pale with fear and shock.

"Stop talking nonsense and take him down!"

Blood Old Ghost and Red Rose attacked first and landed on the Wanhua Pavilion.

But the corners of Ye Qingmeng's mouth rose at this moment.

The girl's face was full of contempt and ridicule, as if she were looking at a pig: "You guys are really stupid for using the same trick twice."

As soon as the two guardians landed, a huge and complicated formation appeared in Wanhua Pavilion.

The moment the two men landed on the ground, they sensed the activation of the formation and quickly retreated, but they were still a step too late.

For a moment, countless ghosts and wronged souls wreaked havoc and formed a dense wall that surrounded the Wanhua Pavilion and blocked the Blood Prison Gate from external support, trapping the three Dharma protectors inside one after another.

Immediately afterwards, a sword light flashed, and a cold female sword cultivator, accompanied by more than a dozen female Jindan demon cultivators, rushed up from below, blocking the last retreat of the three guardians.

"Don't leave in a hurry...the night is still long." Ye Qingmeng smiled happily, but her eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Chapter 53: A Power Even the Demon Emperor Fears

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The Blood Prison Sect’s high-end combat force consists of three Nascent Souls, which are not too strong.

But when it comes to Golden Core, there are more than 50 of them. If a real fight breaks out, Ye Qingmeng and the others won't even be able to resist and will be crushed to death.

That was why she had prepared this top-grade Earth-level formation, and had not hesitated to consume spirit stones and energy to activate a top-grade Earth-level secret magic weapon to conceal the auras of Xingcai and the others, in order to lure the enemy into a trap and go deeper.

Ye Qingmeng’s calculations were even more accurate. Even if they lost at the beginning, the leader of the Blood Hell Sect would not act so quickly.

The Hell-Blood Demon Cultivators in the main hall became increasingly anxious and ready to make a move when they saw the three guardians being trapped one after another.

"boring."

But Li Xueyao lost interest after just a glance.

The Nine-turn Corpse Ghost Formation and the Hidden Killing Sect's secret Mist Illusion Pan are rare treasures in the world of immortal cultivation. In fact, just using these two trump cards has already exhausted a large amount of spirit stones that Ye Qingmeng has accumulated over the years.

But to Li Xueyao, it was just a child's trick, just a way to delay time.

What he wanted was something that even the Demon Emperor would be afraid of and excited about!

Inside the formation, Ye Qingmeng used a palm to face the Blood Old Ghost and slapped him away. Unexpectedly, Red Rose slashed at him with a sword, and he flew back, but was still cut in the lower abdomen by the sword.

"One against two, we have the advantage, let's take down this witch first!"

The old ghost Xue shouted loudly, and the hell-blood demonic energy turned into a giant hand, breaking through the layers of barriers of the Wanhua Pavilion and grabbing towards Ye Qingmeng from below.

Red Rose also licked her lips excitedly and breathed a breath of demonic energy onto the sword. In an instant, the blood sword changed infinitely and turned into a dense rain of blood arrows, falling from above.

Attacked from both sides, Ye Qingmeng had no way to retreat.

But at this moment, Ye Qingmeng once again surprised them.

The dark and mysterious butterfly wings fluttered in the night sky.

The demonic energy transformed into several strange tornadoes, which shattered the dense rain of scarlet arrows and even tore the arrogant blood-colored giant hand into pieces.

The red rose that thought it had succeeded was horrified and flew away in fear, but was still blown away by the strong wind.

But Old Ghost Xue was not so lucky. He was hit by the pitch-black tornado before he could dodge. His whole body was burned and corroded by the dark evil energy, and he let out a very hoarse howl.

The contest between demon cultivators is often a competition of demonic energy.

The Hell Blood Demonic Energy is the way of blood, transforming all things with blood. At the same time, in view of the power of killing and the sorrow and resentment of living beings when they die, both its power and the ability to erode the opponent's body are among the best among all demonic energies.

If it were ordinary demonic energy, even if one had some advantage in cultivation, it would be difficult to break through the defense of the Hell Blood Demonic Energy.

However, Old Ghost Xue never expected that he would encounter such overbearing demonic energy and meet a powerful being of such a high level, and that all of this came from the hands of a junior!

"Nascent Soul...Great Perfection?!" The old ghost Xue tried his best to resist with his demonic energy, but his skin had already torn like rags, and his face was full of hideousness and pain.

"You deserve to die."

Ye Qingmeng flapped her butterfly wings and turned into a dark stream of light falling from the sky.

"Don't be so arrogant, you little girl!"

The old ghost had no choice but to take out his share of the blood demon secret talisman.

Ye Qingmeng learned from his mistakes. How could he not have expected this? He raised his hand and swung out the soul-capturing and deadly whip.

I saw a pitch-black magic whip, which tightly wrapped around the blood old ghost's arm like a poisonous snake. Then Ye Qingmeng pulled it hard, and with a shrill scream, a large area of ​​scarlet flashed in the air, and the blood old ghost's entire arm was torn off.

The blood demon's secret talisman naturally fell from its master's hands.

"Master, save......!"

Without waiting for the Blood Old Ghost to scream or for the Red Rose to come for support, Ye Qingmeng quickly stepped forward and swung out a palm. The dark magic light exploded and directly smashed the Blood Old Ghost's head.

A Yuanying guardian died!

The blood-soaked witch glanced at the Demon Lord above the clouds and sneered with contempt.

A hint of anger finally appeared in Li Xueyao's eyes.

No matter which force it is, the loss of Nascent Soul is a loss that cannot be ignored. Even many guardians and elders of the four major sects of the righteous path and the seven sects of the demonic path stopped here.

But what Li Xueyao could not tolerate was that a junior dared to disrespect his authority like that!

What he was afraid of was the secret hidden by Ye Qingmeng, never Ye Qingmeng himself!

"Destroy her cultivation and bring her here."

"Whoever catches her, when she is no longer useful, will own the girl."

A streak of red lightning streaked across the sky. At the command of the Demon Lord, the many Hell-Blood Demon Cultivators, who had long been unable to contain themselves, pounced down with bloodthirsty murderous intent like wolves that had broken free from their shackles.

Countless demon cultivators attacked at the same time, and it was like a blood-red meteor shower smashing towards the Wanhua Pavilion.

Even Ye Qingmeng was sweating coldly at this moment, regretting her provocation just now.

The corpses surrounding the Wanhua Pavilion let out cold howls and used their bodies to block all the scarlet light.

As a top-grade Earth-grade defensive formation, it would take some time to break it even with the Nascent Soul taking action.

However, the Blood Prison Sect has a large number of people and strong forces.

Each person only needs one attack, and even if dozens of people gather together, it is still far more powerful than the attack of an ordinary Nascent Soul, not to mention that each of them is a demon cultivator with hell-blood demonic energy!

The Blood Hell Gate's second attack obviously evaporated a large number of corpses and ghosts, and the heavy defense was suddenly reduced by half.

When they attacked for the third time, they concentrated their efforts a little more. Finally, a scarlet flame pierced through the array of evil spirits. Dozens of Jindan demon cultivators rushed into the Wanhua Pavilion frantically and pounced on Ye Qingmeng.

The Demon Saint, who even the Demon Prodigies couldn't get, now has the chance to become their plaything. Under such temptation, these Hell-Blood Demon Cultivators have already become red-eyed with excitement!

Ye Qingmeng's maids hurriedly tried to resist, but they could only hold out for a moment before they were knocked away one by one.

But this moment was enough for Ye Qingmeng.

Ye Qingmeng waved his hand casually, put on the magic ring with one hand and grasped the magic sword with the other.

She thrust the magic sword into the ground, gritted her teeth, and used all her strength to gather the magic energy.

Of course, even if he tried his best, it was impossible to make the Nether Sword recognize its master.

But what she wanted was to anger the Nether Sword!

The Netherworld Sword, which was activated by demonic energy, now felt the crazy murderous intent and demonic energy coming from its surroundings. Out of self-preservation instinct, it directly released sword energy to the surroundings!

It was a slash deeper than the night.

The Hell Blood Demon Cultivators, who were as crazy as wolves, stopped.

In an instant, the Wanhua Pavilion collapsed as if it could no longer bear the weight.

Under the night sky, blood rained down, and countless corpses burning with devilish flames fell.

With one sword, half of the Blood Prison Sect's golden elixirs and the red rose right in front of him were chopped into pieces and scattered like garbage.

Ye Qingmeng was half-kneeling in the ruins, his face pale, his whole body weak, his chest heaving uncontrollably, and he kept coughing up black blood while gasping for breath.

If she hadn't had the Netherworld Ring to protect her, she would have been cut into pieces just now.

Although she survived the Nether Sword, the evil energy of the Nether Ring was also corroding her body and draining her spiritual power.

And a hint of fanaticism finally flashed in Li Xueyao's eyes.