Chapter 525: The Female Cultivator Who Was Abolished (21)

A year passed in the blink of an eye, and the entire Demon Sect had undergone earth-shaking changes because of Tang Guo's arrival.

Even Leng Yeling, who wanted to kill Tang Guo the most, had to admit that all that Tang Guo did didn't seem to be unfavorable to the Demon Sect.

This made him very suspicious, could it really be that there was something wrong with his cognition, Tang Guo was not as bad as he imagined.

During this year, he occasionally went to see Feng Feiling, but because he was worried that something would happen to the Demon Sect, he had less time to get along.

Seeing the changes of the Demon Sect little by little, his heart was complicated.

What puzzled him even more was that Bai Wuqing had been staying in the Demon Sect for a long time. It is really strange that a decent elder wants to be born in his Demon Sect.

In any case, his hostility towards Tang Guo was indeed much less. If the other party has been obedient, he will not care about the past.

After reassuring, Leng Yeling remembered Feng Feiling in his heart, so he said to Mo Yuntian and left.

Mo Yuntian shook his head, "Ye Ling is really enchanted. He secretly glanced at Tang Guo, and saw that her face was pale and he didn't care.

Seeing Bai Wuqing next to him again, he was still a transparent person like that, and he didn't expect that Bai Wuqing would live for a year.

"Brother Mo, let's go out and occupy the territory in a few days."

Tang Guo suddenly spoke, and Mo Yuntian was a little surprised, "Which sect to fight?" ”

In the past year, the disciples of the Demon Sect have grown a lot, and if the current situation continues, the Demon Sect will definitely get better and better.

"Brother Mo, we are not going to attack any sect, but to save them and bring them under the protection of our Demon Sect." Tang Guo smiled, "They will definitely be willing." ”

Mo Yuntian and Bai Wuqing looked at each other, and they always felt that this matter was not simple.

Mo Yuntian took people to follow Tang Guohao and set off, this time it was indeed a small sect, the name was Feishamen.

Tang Guo did not reveal why he wanted to take the flying sand gate.

When they brought people to the Feisha Gate, Mo Yuntian and Bai Wuqing both understood why Tang Guo said that he was here to save such a sect.

A burst of bloody smell came to his face, and the Demon Sect disciples' expressions were all condensed, and they hurriedly looked at Tang Guo, as if asking her what to do.

Tang Guo was still wearing a light gauze hat, waved his hand, and appeared on the side of the battlefield.

At this time, the elders of the Feishamen were still struggling to support, and the other side was actually similar. If they continue to fight, these two sects will definitely lose both, and in the end, they will be profited by other forces.

The appearance of Tang Guo and his party has been noticed by them.

In the face of the sudden intruder, they both stopped with a tacit understanding.

"Who is Your Excellency and why are you here?" The head of Feishamen asked, looking very vigilant.

Tang Guo took a step forward, did not show his true face, nor did he speak, the disciples of the Demon Sect were very clever, and hurriedly spoke, "We are from the Demon Sect, and this is the Holy Aunt of our Demon Sect." ”

Aunt Saint?

The people of the Feishamen and the other sect stood in place covered in blood, especially confused, when did the Demon Sect have one more Holy Aunt?

Tang Guo didn't pay attention to their thoughts, and only spoke, "If you two sects continue like this, you two sects will immediately face annihilation." ”

When the words fell, the faces of both sides changed.

They looked at each other, and finally suppressed the hatred in their eyes, ready to give up this fight.

"Your Excellency was kind enough to remind us?"

If not, why not wait to the side, and wait until both of them have no combat strength to come up again?

"It's not."

"The disciples of the Demon Sect obey the order and occupy this place within half an hour."

Feishamen: "......"