Chapter 4894 We Are the Xiaoyao Army, the Xiaoyao of Xiaoyaomen (1)

"That's right, Elder Lian, please enjoy this demon woman first! I don't know if this demon woman is more ecstatic than our human race!"

Lian Minghui was very satisfied with the knowledge of his subordinates. He chuckled twice and waved his hand: "Don't worry, the benefits are indispensable to you. When this elder gets tired of playing, there will always be a chance for you."

After speaking, it doesn't matter if the disciples have not gone far.

Lian Minghui has already taken off his clothes in a hurry, and is about to pounce on Jing Rufeng.

Jing Rufeng was on the verge of splitting, but because of the little snake bound on his body, he had no power to resist.

There was desperate blood in her eyes, and her gums were almost biting with blood.

But he didn't even have the chance to die.

She hates it so much! I hate it!

I really want to kill all these scum!

She wanted these beasts to die without a burial.

She would rather become a mindless, downright monster than be soberly insulted by this beast.

The light in Jing Rufeng's eyes was gradually replaced by complete blood red.

However, at this moment, the earth suddenly shook violently.

Yellow sand is flying all over the sky.

"what happened?"

"Did anyone come here?"

Lian Minghui got up quickly, and he didn't even have time to put on his clothes, so he grabbed the long sword in his hand and looked in the direction of the movement.

The other disciples of the Fire Flame Sect also gathered around, looking at the curling yellow sand in the sky in panic and doubt.

"Is it the same as us who want to grab merit points?"

"It won't be a demon, will it?"

Even Minghui's consciousness spread out. However, in this borderland of the Western Wilderness, the spiritual energy, fairy energy, and demonic energy were all extremely thin.

They use the spiritual energy stored in their bodies in battle, or directly absorb the spiritual energy in the spar.

Therefore, the Sea of ​​​​Consciousness was only released for a short distance and had to be retracted.

But Lian Minghui breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he didn't know what was going on in the sand and dust, he could already sense the aura emanating from there.

"Do not worry!"

There was still displeasure on his face that the good thing was interrupted, and he said while tying his clothes: "Although there are many people here, but the highest cultivation level is not a golden immortal, so it's nothing to worry about. Whether it is a human race or a demon race, this is our merit point, and we can't let others rob it."

Hearing that it was just a group of golden immortals, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

They have an immortal king, a mysterious immortal, and many high-ranking golden immortals here.

How can a mere few golden immortals endure them?

Lian Minghui even thought angrily, how to teach these little Jinxians a lesson in a while.

However, the thought just crossed my mind.

Lian Minghui's eyes suddenly widened.

He even opened his mouth slightly, looking at the person who was speeding towards the ground not far away.

The anger and contempt in his eyes gradually turned into shock.

And the people of the Fire Flame Sect who had just relaxed, raised an unprovoked fear.

That's the fear of facing a behemoth.

As Lian Minghui said, it's just a little golden fairy.

However that's not a few.

It was a crowd that was densely packed, with almost no end in sight.

No, it's not just a bunch of cultivators.

And clearly a well-trained army.

In this western wasteland where the yellow sand flutters and the line of sight is blocked, the steps taken by each of them are almost exactly the same.

Even the step forward and the height of the arms raised are exactly the same.

Obviously there are golden immortals one after another, but it seems that countless golden immortals form a behemoth.