Chapter 883 Worst, but a Dead Word

Nanxun's soaring anger suddenly extinguished after hearing this sentence. She slightly raised her head to look at Meng Ziyi, and squeezed his hand tightly, "Husband, you go, I will wait for you here. The worst, but one Dead word."

Meng Ziyi suddenly planted a kiss on her forehead, and the next moment he raised his knife and flew out.

Nan Xun stood at the door looking at him, and couldn't help tightening his hand holding the door frame.

As soon as he flew out, the dozen or so demon catchers surrounded him.

Meng Ziyi's expression was as cold as ice, "Although I practice evil ways, I have never hurt innocent people. You are just afraid of me, so you made up so many high-sounding excuses."

"You didn't hurt the innocent? You still have to quibble now! Didn't you kill the six lives of my Yunhaimen? It's fine to kill my Yunhaimen disciples. You didn't even let the former fellow brothers of the Liuyun Sect go. That's it!" Death is not a pity for an unkind and unrighteous person!" the head of the Yunhai Sect said angrily.

Others also expressed their views.

"The old man thought it was just hearsay before, but now he is convinced that this kid has entered the evil way and married a demon as his wife. The previous saying that he colluded with the demon to harm people is probably true."

"Brother Jiang had the foresight. Originally, I thought that Brother Jiang said that this evil cultivator would be difficult to deal with. It would be too motivating to attract us old guys. I didn't expect this evil cultivator to have already refined hundreds of demon pills at a young age. I really can't Take it lightly."

"It's better to kill by mistake than let it go, otherwise, if we wait a few years, even if we join forces, we may not be able to subdue this evil cultivator."

Mencius listened to what they said, the demon-slaying knife in his hand was already across his chest, and his voice was piercingly cold, "I didn't kill people, but you said I did. If that's the case, then I will do what you wish, and I will do it today." Start the killing ring!"

After finishing speaking, Meng Ziyi swung his arm fiercely, and the Demon Slaying Saber in his hand slashed towards the opposite side with a thick and strong force.

Jiang Mo knew the power of this evil cultivator from the few words of his beloved disciple, but the other party did not make him afraid. The reason why he attracted so many people of the same way was mainly to let all sects and sects follow the righteous way together, but at this time The other party slashed with a knife, and the power of the knife made him feel palpitations for a moment.

One of the master monster hunters couldn't dodge in time, and was shocked by the mana on the knife so that he vomited blood on the spot, uttered something inarticulately, and then swallowed his breath.

And the aftermath of the knife wind also shook the others back a few steps.

Everyone was startled, and they showed their magical weapons one after another, and some of them were magical weapons that were not inferior to the Meteor Punishing Evil Sword.

In an instant, Meng Ziyi was fighting fiercely with a group of old things.

He already had outstanding aptitude when he practiced in the Liuyun faction when he was young, but now he cultivates with the help of demon pills, and his cultivation has skyrocketed. Even if these old men join forces, they won't gain much benefit, and because Meng Ziyi is not a demon, the magical weapons in their hands can't be used. With so much divine power, it can only be used as an ordinary weapon.

After a while, Meng Ziyi was wounded all over his body, but he also killed five of these old men.

Nan Xun watched quietly, and she could see her nervousness by clenching her hands. Sometimes when she saw someone sneaking up on Meng Ziyi from behind, she almost cried out in alarm, or reminded him loudly, but she You know, Meng Ziyi's five senses are keen, and she knows all the sneak attacks she can see, and she distracts him by speaking casually.

Nan Xun didn't join the battle, but someone noticed her.

A wounded old thing suddenly withdrew from the battle, and directly stabbed at Nanxun with the magic weapon in his hand, "Demon girl dies!"

Nan Xun: Fuck you, uncle!

Nan Xun flew to avoid it, and turned the white silk into a weapon in his hand, stirred the void, and bounced the long sword away.

The man made a tactic, and the long sword flew again.

Mencius, who noticed the movement here, was furious, "Shameless villain!"

Meng Ziyi swung his saber at the old man. The old man rolled and rolled to avoid the wind of the saber, but his back was cut open and blood gushed out.

Meng Ziyi was distracted, and Jiang Mo cut his arm with a sword, almost cutting off his entire arm.

"Hurry up and attack that witch!" the head of the Yunhai Sect yelled.

Jiang Mo frowned, but did not stop.

The master of Yunhai Sect and the elders of another sect surrounded the little demon together.

"How dare you!" Mencius was furious, and flew to chase after him, but was entangled by the remaining master monster catchers, unable to escape for a while.

"What righteous way, what master monster catchers, they are all a bunch of despicable and shameless villains!" Nan Xun scolded angrily.

"What is the right way to say to the wicked way and monsters like you!" The master of Yunhaimen sacrificed the magic weapon in his hand. The magic weapon was actually a long sword.

The magic weapon can't exert any magic power on Mencius Yi, but the witch in front of him is different.

"Xun Xun!" Mencius shouted loudly, feeling anxious for a moment.

"Where is the evil cultivator running away!" Seeing that he was about to leave, a person behind him suddenly tied him up with a demon rope.

Mencius roared angrily, and the bundle of demon ropes was broken by him.

"Brother Jiang, you still haven't tried your best! This evil cultivator has gone crazy, and it will be no different to us if we drag it on!"

Jiang Mo's expression sank, and without any hesitation, a strong Taoism gathered in his hand, and he slapped it hard.

The palm shot seemed to have created countless phantoms, all of which hit Meng Ziyi.

Mencius relied on his luck, forming seals in the void, and an invisible barrier protected his body, blocking all those palm prints out.

At this time, if there was any substance to his face, his gray eyes gradually turned red.

"Crazy?"

"Stop him quickly, and when he is completely enchanted, his strength will definitely increase!"

Nan Xun's situation is not good. Although her cultivation base has increased a lot, it is not enough for the two experienced demon catchers in front of her.

After avoiding several times in embarrassment, Nan Xun's eyes widened, his hands suddenly clenched, and he kept muttering something.

Suddenly, a strong aura gathered in her hands.

This time, she didn't dodge the flying magic weapon, and let the long sword pierce her shoulder, but at the same time, she threw herself in front of the Yunhaimen sect master, with a vacant grip in her hand, she held an invisible dagger It pierced hard into his chest.

The head of the Yunhai Gate's eyes widened, and he spat out blood, "You monster, you monster, how dare you..."

Nan Xun frowned and pulled out the sword stuck on her shoulder little by little. Bright red blood flowed out from the hole, and she stroked the wound casually to stop the bleeding.

Instead of the pungent fishy smell, her blood exudes a pleasant ink fragrance.

She is a painting demon, and her blood is the illusion of ink.

The remaining elder stared at her with his mouth wide open, his gaze fell on her hand, he was shocked.

All evil spirits in this world are afraid of magic weapons, not to mention holding them in their hands, even if they get close, they will be corroded by the divine power above, but this little monster is fine!

Nan Xun glanced at him indifferently, held the long sword in his hand, and said coldly: "I say a monster is not a monster, because I don't have any monster aura in me, but I'm just a painting spirit who never kills. It's just today, but It was you who forced a spirit that never harmed anyone to become a demon."

The hostility in the woman's eyes became more and more serious, and she drew her sword and stabbed at the old man directly.