There is no good or evil in the world, but only conflicts of interest, just like there is no eternal friend, only eternal interest.

Who said that a hundred years ago, the demonic couple slaughtered the Taoist sect, with corpses everywhere and blood flowing into a river? When the Taoist sect saw that he was dead, he persecuted two ordinary villagers who were originally unarmed?

Everything is just a cycle of cause and effect.

Zhuang Xiaoya's eyes were red. In order to hide her identity, she and Yan Ning both paid too much, but now they were revealed by Murong Yu, just as Shu Li said, once Zhang Daofeng knew the identity of Zhuang Xiaoya's witch, he would never let her enter Longhu Mountain, let alone resurrect her parents.

This woman must die!

Zhuang Xiaoya transformed into a dark demonic aura, like a dark cloud, but her speed was like a storm, sweeping towards Murong Yuxi.

"It seems that you really want to be an enemy of our Taoist sect!" Zhang Daofeng snorted coldly, jumped, and was about to stop in front of Murong Yuxie, but Zhang Quan's sword ruler had already slashed towards Zhang Daofeng!

"Master, your opponent is me! You should not interfere with the grudge between Zhuang Xiaoya and Murong Yuxie!"

The sword ruler was so close that even Zhang Daofeng dared not resist. He could only dodge aside and use his strength to remove the force from the sword ruler. However, as soon as Zhang Daofeng's fingers touched the sword ruler, a heart-wrenching pain reached Zhang Daofeng's mind. Zhang Daofeng looked down and saw that the tips of five fingers were covered with tiny pinholes, and blood was flowing like a stream!

"What kind of sword is this?" Zhang Daofeng couldn't help asking.

Zhang Quan smiled and said, "This is not a sword, it is the ribs of the Blood Kirin!"

Zhang Daofeng was secretly surprised. Zhang Quan's strength was far beyond his imagination. Although he was not as good as a half-immortal realm and had not seen the fairyland, he was not far from here.

Zhang Quan stopped Zhang Daofeng, and Zhuang Xiaoya came to Murong Yuxie instantly. The demonic energy slowly formed Zhuang Xiaoya's delicate face, but at this time it was a little hideous: "Murrong Yuxie! Come on your life!"

Murong Yuxi was so scared that she was no match for the demon. Although she had already surrendered, Daoxing still did not return to its peak state.

Zhuang Xiaoya slapped it with a palm, and Murong Yuxie quickly summoned his natal magic weapon.

This is a lilac skirt with no embellishment on it. The skirt covers Murong Yuxie's body. Through the translucent skirt, you can vaguely see the horror look on Murong Yuxie's face.

"Just rely on it, want to stop me?"

Zhuang Xiaoya sneered and hit her head on the hem of the skirt. But not only did there be no trace of brokenness, the hem of the skirt gradually absorbed the demonic energy, exposing Zhuang Xiaoya, who was hidden in the demonic energy!

Murong Yuxie changed his horrified expression and sneered proudly: "Zhuang Xiaoya, this is how your mother dealt with me back then. A hundred years have passed. Do you think I, Murong Yuxie, have been alive in the past? This skirt is my natal magic weapon that I personally refined, and is specifically used to deal with the demons!"

Zhuang Xiaoya looked at the hem of the skirt that moved with the wind. This was the first time she had seen a magic weapon that could deal with her demonic energy.

"Do you dare to make a bet with me?" Zhuang Xiaoya suddenly said.

Murong Yujie blurted out: "What are you betting on?"

"If I can break your skirt, you will let me slaughter!" After Zhuang Xiaoya said that, the demonic energy in her body burst out again.

This bet is impossible for Murong Yuxie to do so. As long as her skirt is broken by Zhuang Xiaoya, Murong Yuxie will have no power to fight back.

"Elders of Longhu Mountain, are you watching like this?" Murong Yuxi snorted coldly, instilling all his spiritual energy into the hem of the skirt. The hem of the skirt became less transparent, and a trace of light could be seen flowing on the hem of the skirt with naked eyes.

"The witch has lost control. We can no longer stand by and watch. Everyone should help President Murong with help! Don't let the witch succeed!" One of the elders of Longhu Mountain shouted.

Except for Zhang Yuanming and Hang Wanzong, other elders took action one after another. The colorful Taoist Techniques rushed towards Zhuang Xiaoya's demonic energy. Zhuang Xiaoya was floating in the air, with an extremely agile speed. After avoiding these Taoist Techniques, she only had Murong Yuxia in her eyes!

"Ghost Control!"

Zhuang Xiaoya suddenly shouted lightly, and the demonic energy suddenly increased by dozens of times. Balls of black souls divided out from the demonic energy, and soon formed the Japanese heroic soul wearing armor and holding a samurai sword!

All of these heroic souls are in the realm of the Ghost King, with a total of thousands. Under Zhuang Xiaoya's control, these ghosts set up troops and rushed towards Murong Yuxi's skirt in a mighty way!

"How is that possible! These are thousands of ghost kings!" This time, the fear on Murong Yuxie's face was not pretending. She looked at the thousands of troops in front of her in disbelief.

Even if there are ten more Murong Yuxi, they will not be the opponent of the thousands of ghost king army in front of them!

The Ghost King went on one after another, and after Zhuang Xiaoya died, he hit his head on the hem of the skirt. The hem of the skirt swung, and Murong Yuxi's face turned much pale.

The hem of the skirt can absorb and offset the attacks, but everything has a limit, and the hem of the skirt is the same. Once Zhuang Xiaoya's attack exceeds this limit, the hem of the skirt will explode instantly like a high-pressure Coke can, shattering Murong Yu inside!

Murong Yuxie turned his gaze to Zhang Daofeng: "Nanfeng! Save me quickly!"

Zhang Daofeng is fighting with Zhang Quan. Zhang Quan's strength is far beyond Zhang Daofeng's imagination. Although he is still not a rival to Zhang Daofeng, it is extremely difficult for Zhang Daofeng to get rid of Zhang Quan.

Whenever Zhang Quan's attack landed on Zhang Daofeng, his blood would be instantly pulled away by the sword ruler. Every time he pulled away blood, Zhang Daofeng felt weak, and the blood on the sword ruler became more and more ferocious, and Zhang Quan's attack power also rose!

The hem of the skirt was already in danger, and Zhang Daofeng could no longer watch. He suddenly stopped dodging and said:

"The wings of wind, rain, thunder rise, and all things are created. I am now returning to the Xuantian Chronicle, and I will fly away the divine symbol and collide with the stars. Gold, wood, Saturn and water, fire, and the magical function is used to shake the heavenly court. The first and last time the exchange is Bohui, and the Supreme Master of Taiyi holds great power. I will fly to the road ahead and follow the orders and follow the signs to quickly. The Dragon and Tiger Mountain Xuanyin Creation Hand, the commander!"

A big hand appeared out of thin air, and a wave of sand and stones were flying on the ground. Zhang Quan was at the center of the attack. He looked at the unique skills of Longhu Mountain in the sky and the Xuanyin Creation Hand, and couldn't help but feel disdainful: "Don't use the old attack method to deal with me again!"

Zhang Quan inserted the sword ruler into the ground, stretched out his right hand, and slashed over it. Blood stained the sword blade of the sword ruler red. For a moment, with the sword ruler as the center, a giant magic array appeared on the ground within a radius of ten meters. A solemn and bloodthirsty aura floated out of the magic array...
Chapter completed!