Ling Yuan was about to use his body to protect Feng Jiao. While ensuring her safety, he started a big battle with the Shu family demon cultivators who rushed up, but Feng Jiao grabbed her arm: "A Yuan, don't be anxious. I have a way to deal with them."

She said as she curled the corners of her lips, and a confident smile appeared on her lips.

Under the somewhat surprised gazes of Ling Yuan and Long Zu, Feng Jiao stood there calmly, and took out two things from her space before the Shu family demon cultivators who were crazy and pounding medicine rushed up.

When Qianmo saw the two things Feng Jiao took out, he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth: "Miss Feng Jiao, what are you going to do?! Although we all know that the dishes you made taste good, now is on the battlefield, not the time to enjoy delicious food!"

It turned out that what Feng Jiao took out from the space was a large iron pot and a long-handled rice spoon.

Feng Jiao looked at Qianmo and smiled: "Don't worry. Just wait and see, I will know. My judgment will not be wrong."

She started to move as she said.

Just as the Shu family demon cultivators rushed to everyone, a very clear sound rang in everyone's ears, like a bell ringing.

"Dangdangdang!"

When everyone heard the sound of Feng Jiao knocking on the pot, they couldn't help but twitch the corners of their mouths together.

Especially Qianmo.

He didn't know what the meaning of Feng Jiao doing this was.

Only Ling Yuan looked at the Shu family demon cultivators who were approaching step by step and the fifth elder of the Shu family who was beating the war drum, and had a rough guess in his heart.

Ling Yuan was guessing in his heart that the Shu family demon cultivators who had already rushed to everyone, stopped strangely after hearing the sound of Feng Jiao knocking on the pot, and stood there stupidly, as if they were suddenly torn apart by a puppet.

Of course, this process of disconnection is only temporary.

Seeing the Shu family demon cultivators suddenly stopped, the fifth elder couldn't help but be stunned.

But he quickly reacted and began to ring the war drum in his hand again.

As he beat the war drum, two sounds sounded completely different in texture.

"Dongdongdongdong..."

"Dangdangdang..."

It was Feng Jiao who, at the same time when she saw the fifth elder beat the drum, also beat the pot in her hand with a spoon.

Of course, the frequency of the drum beats she beats the pot is different from that of the fifth elder.

As a result, the Shu family demon cultivators who had knocked the medicine instantly became confused.

They didn't know which voice they should follow, but their minds were in chaos for a moment, but they were tortured by the intertwined sounds. They fell from the air one by one, covering their heads, screaming, and rolling in pain.

The other Shu family soldiers whose cultivation is far inferior to those of these demon cultivators of the Demon King level are even more extraordinary.

Many people fell to the ground because of the interaction between the two sounds. Soon, they twitched all over and died of blood bleed. It looked like the demon emperor Han Xing described to everyone through the jade talisman. The captured demon cultivators of the Shu family faced the exploration of the demon witch doctors of the demon clan.
Chapter completed!