Chapter 170 The Devils Gather, the Feast Opens

At a distance of ten feet from the blood pond, there was an inch-headed cultivator sitting cross-legged, with a dark and thick spear stuck on the ground beside him, taller than Su Zimo.

This inch-headed monk closed his eyes, breathed steadily, his face was cut like a knife, red. Bare upper body, every inch of muscle is shining with bronze luster, like pouring molten steel, full of strength.

There was no one else around him, only the huge spear.

The moment Su Zimo saw this person, he felt a strong pressure!

It was a violent and domineering aura that was oppressive and wanton!

"This man is very strong!"

Su Zimo froze in his heart.

Although there is an ancient formation of forbidden spirits here, which can only rely on the power of melee combat, Su Zimo is not invincible.

His Twelve Demon King's Secret Tome of the Great Wilderness has only been cultivated to the pulp cutting chapter, and it has not yet been completed. Even with the help of the Taixu Lei Jue's washing pulp scriptures, its strength is only equivalent to the late foundation-building stage.

The girl in the pink skirt fell on the monk with a small head and frowned slightly.

The devil of the Overlord's Palace, Pang Yue!

Pang Yue, called the madman of the Overlord Hall by many disciples of the Demon Sect, acted arrogantly and was extremely powerful, and only this person would be so big and come alone.

On the opposite side of the blood pool, stood more than a hundred monks, dressed in similar clothes, obviously from the same faction.

The man at the head was dressed in a purple robe, with his hands on his back, his eyes were deep, and his eyes seemed to burst out with psychedelic brilliance, confusing people's minds.

On the other side of the purple-robed cultivator, there were dozens of cultivators, the leading man was wearing a red-blooded robe, pursing his lips, his eyes were extremely indifferent, and his face was expressionless.

Su Zimo's eyes swept away, and he could see that, not counting them, there were three forces here.

Cuntou monk himself, purple robe monk and more than a hundred people behind him, blood robe monk and dozens of people behind him.

Of course, there may also be four forces.

If Su Zimo had expected it right, the 'dead corpse' who had assassinated him twice before should not belong to these three forces. Counting this person, there were four forces.

If the 'dead body' came here and used his camouflage to hide without revealing killing intent, Su Zimo would not be able to find this person at all.

Su Zimo and the girl in the pink skirt appeared, and the reaction of the monks from the three forces was also worth pondering.

Cuntou monk did not move, not even opening his eyes.

The purple-robed cultivator looked at the girl in the pink skirt, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, revealing a sneer.

The blood-robed monk looked indifferent and said nothing.

The common point of these three cultivators is that they all subconsciously ignored Su Zimo.

At this moment, a group of cultivators came out from a fork in the road not far away. The leader was wearing black robes. It was the Earth Demon Sect who had fought against Su Zimo before.

After the black-robed cultivator saw Su Zimo, his pupils shrank slightly, and his murderous intent was fleeting.

Originally, the black-robed cultivator brought more than 100 people, but in the short fight with Su Zimo, he lost more than 20 people, and even he almost lost his life!

Not long after, a few more people appeared. The leader was extremely handsome. He was shaking a folding fan in his hand. .

There was a smile on the corner of the man's mouth, and his eyes were soft.

Compared with Cuntou cultivator, purple robe cultivator and others, this person is quite normal and does not seem to be evil.

Behind the white-robed man were four stunning women, each with immortal appearances and beautiful faces, slender, but beautiful in their own ways.

The white-robed man turned his eyes, looked at the girl in the pink skirt, and said softly, "Yan'er, this place is so dangerous, come to my side?"

"whee."

The girl in the pink skirt laughed and said, "Shangguanyu, I've let you down. You Yunyu Sect had an idiot who was killed by me!"

"Oh."

The white-robed cultivator named Shangguan Yu didn't seem surprised, nodded and said, "Yan Fei, I thought he would die long ago, but I didn't expect him to die so quickly. I thought he could come here with you. of."

"As a disciple of Yun Yuzong, he made a mistake that should not have been made." said the girl in the pink skirt.

"Ha ha."

Shangguan Yu smiled and said, "He is an ordinary disciple of the Demon Sect, and how can he be the opponent of the dignified Demon Sect's plain girl. He died without justice."

After a pause, Shangguan Yu glanced at Su Zimo, shook his folding fan, and asked casually, "Yan'er, who is this person?"

"He's the one who protects me." The girl in the pink skirt stepped forward, holding Su Zimo's arm, and said gruffly.

"Oh?"

Shangguan Yu smiled and said faintly: "It's a bit of a skill to be able to get here... It's a pity that he's going to die."

At this moment, Su Zimo turned his head to the side, looked at the girl in the pink skirt beside him, a trace of mockery flashed in his eyes, and said calmly: "The girl from the magic door, you really are a member of the magic door."

"I don't want to hide it from you, but..."

The girl in the pink skirt was about to explain when she was interrupted by Su Zimo's voice: "I said before, if you see someone in the Demon Sect, see one and kill one!"

puff!

Hearing this sentence, someone couldn't help but laughed out loud on the spot.

where is this place?

Who are these people around?

This blue-shirted cultivator is really head-scratching, how dare he say such a thing!

Ha ha ha ha!

There was a burst of laughter around, and even the inch-headed cultivator, who had always closed his eyes, turned his head and glanced at Su Zimo.

"Who is this person, you're making me laugh."

"I don't know, Xu has a problem with his brain and started talking nonsense."

Almost everyone was laughing, but the black-robed monk of the Earth Demon Sect couldn't.

Shangguan Yu smiled and said: "Yan'er, this cultivator is a bit interesting, I'm a little reluctant to kill him."

The girl in the pink skirt ignored others, just looked at Su Zimo and said aggrievedly: "Brother Su, you promised me to protect me."

"Yes."

Su Zimo nodded, and the next sentence almost vomited blood from the woman in the pink skirt.

"I regret it." Su Zimo said expressionlessly.

The girl in the pink skirt gritted her teeth and said, "Why are you so brazen? Don't forget, I can give you more than 400,000 spirit stones!"

Su Zimo pointed to the surrounding monks, and said solemnly: "If I expected it right, here are all people from the Demon Sect, and the inheritance here is also the inheritance of your Demon Sect!"

"You have no good intentions in bringing me here. If I hadn't had some means, I would have ended up with Wu Xiangming and Yan Fei long ago! Four hundred thousand spirit stones, I can protect you, but you want to buy my life. , but it's too cheap!"

At this moment, the girl in the pink skirt was shocked.

The two were very close, and she really felt Su Zimo's murderous intent.

The girl in the pink skirt was stiff and fell into the ice cellar.

She knew that if she didn't handle it properly, the man in the blue shirt would really kill her!

"You, you can't kill me."

The girl in the pink skirt said suddenly.

Su Zimo was silent, just staring at the girl in the pink skirt coldly, her palm already touching the handle of the Hanyue Knife.

The girl in the pink skirt stretched out her hand and slowly took off the veil on her face, revealing a bright and flawless face, and said softly, "My name is Ji Yaoyan."

Many thanks to the meteor shower, the girl's strange poem, Li Mo, and the full stop~