Half a month has passed, Jing Yao is busy dealing with the affairs accumulated in the past every day, and a quick knock on the door sounded, Jing Yao raised her eyebrows: "The door is not closed, come in." ”

Zhao Shengnan hurriedly rushed in, holding a communication jade slip in his hand, a little nervous, Jing Yao frowned and said, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Shengnan is not a panicked person, the precipitation over the years has become more calm, of course, it is not like a woman, the bear's waist and tiger back are very powerful, she swallowed her saliva and handed the jade slip to Jing Yao.

Jing Yao's face tightened, the color of the jade slip was as black as ink, that was the jade slip that must be used in case of emergency, Jing Yao probed into the divine sense, quite puzzled, Huang Quan was gone, what else was there to make a fuss about? Lin Tianxing and the three of them had a bad deal with Qin Chaoran and Sun Chengbi?

But when she saw the contents of the jade slip, Jing Yao's face suddenly changed.

The bright red font is brighter than blood, and the person who signed the money is Fang Wuji, the absolute high-level of the Intelligence Pavilion, following Huang Xiufeng to lead the monks to attack the Nine Demon Sect, Jing Yao held her breath to check the content: On the fifth day of the first month of this month, Penglai won the battle against the Nine Demon Sect, the Demon Sect was in danger, it was night, unknown forces poured into the Nine Demon Sect, Qin Chaoran fled, and the Nine Demon Sect was reduced to a dead domain!

On the same day, the Eastern Regions changed hands, Guishan passed away, the moon cried in the sky, Liu Xuanjin was injured, the Confucian Sun Chengbi died, the four islands were defeated, and the five islands were injured......

Shocking, Jing Yao only felt that it was dark in front of him, and the strong people in the world were either killed or injured one by one, who had such ability? Look at it again: the suspicious forces come from the Ten Thousand Demon Sea Region, the enemy is strong, the master of the Wind Cultivation Island is invincible, and he is trapped in the mountains......

Jing Yao shook her body, Fang Wuji mentioned that she suspected that she was from the Ten Thousand Demon Sea Region, and then she sounded that deserted village, the immortal cultivation world was in ruins, such a force that appeared out of thin air In addition to the more than 600 major repairs in the deserted village, who else would come? But why would it be the village head? Why did such a kind elder start a war?

"Jing Yao!" Zhao Shengnan snorted, she rarely saw that kind of nervous look on Jing Yao's face, the last time was eighty years ago......

Jing Yao calmed down, what is the purpose of the group of monks in the deserted village Jing Yao is too lazy to care, but if she wants to move her friends, she will never agree, thinking of the unfathomable cultivation of the village chief, Jing Yao's silver teeth were secretly bitten, and she said urgently: "I'm going to leave for a while, Penglai is handed over to you, the whole island is on guard!"

After saying that, the wind turned and left, Jing Yao, who was galloping high in the sky, adjusted her breathing and looked in the direction of Xizhuo: "Huang Xiufeng...... If you can't beat it, you can run away, and the storm has landed again, and you must hold on. ”

The first to find out that something was wrong was in the Eastern Regions, hundreds of robbery monks pressed towards the imperial city like a black cloud, Zhang Banruo led his troops to resist, but it was directly penetrated, and even the majestic palace of the Eastern Regions with perseverance for thousands of years was also leveled, just when Liu Xuanjin and the three arrived, there was no time to target Zhang Banruo, and the three of them turned their spearheads to the crotch of hundreds of robbery monks.

When confronting Huangquan, there were only more than 20 people at the full level of the Tribulation Monks, and hundreds of Tribulation Monks Liu Xuanjin suddenly fell into a vicious battle.

The Yimu Dynasty fell into chaos, the rapid breathing of the demon soldiers and the sound of mottled footsteps announced that the catastrophe was coming, and the demon soldiers and demon generals led by Zhang Panruo panicked, but Liu Xuanjin and the three of them were surrounded by hundreds of robbery monks.

On the day of the battle, one hundred and twenty monks fell, Guishan Yu died of exhaustion, Liu Xuanjin suffered heavy losses, and Yue Qitian tried his best to find a way out......

The alien forces come and go, as fast as thunder, first the chicken and dog stirring up the immortal cultivation world, and deterring the monks with absolute power, naturally the monks who spare their lives are indispensable to surrender to them, and do evil things for their minions, and the evil side of human nature is undoubtedly exposed.

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Jing Yao galloped through the sky, and when he was approaching the west, he saw a mountain peak and several figures turning in circles strangely, a big war broke out in the west, and the world of the Nine Demon Sect was up and down, and he would definitely not dare to get too close without a few brushes, and after several battles in the immortal cultivation world, it happened that the green and yellow were not connected, the strong were too strong, and the weak were too weak, just like the Qingtian Sword Sect back then.

Jing Yao guessed that the few monks below should be demons and monsters from the deserted village, lowered their bodies and turned into the void, ready to get rid of a few people casually, and then listen to the relevant information from the other party's mouth.

But when Jing Yao fell to the ground, there was no one around, he looked around suspiciously, his heart tensed, and the monk who could completely cover his breath without leaving any traces could only be a monk of the Tribulation.

Jing Yao asked herself to be cautious enough, but somewhere there was a mistake for the other party to notice herself, then what was waiting for her would be an assassination.

Jing Yao smiled coldly, clinging to a mountain wall and disappearing in an instant, completely integrated with Huangshan, her keen perception penetrated out to investigate the number of ambush manpower, if she could not violate it, she would leave immediately, without stopping.

Half a cup of tea time flickered by, and a green-haired parrot stood on the slender treetops with fluttering wings, its cold eyes looking around.

Jing Yao sneered again, no wonder it could disappear quickly, the original transfiguration form had merged into nature.

The parrot looked at it with a puzzled look, as if to explain that it had noticed that someone had fallen, and in the blink of an eye, the ghost was gone.

The parrot chirped a few times, flapped its wings and flew up, sticking to the mountain wall where Jing Yao was hiding, and Jing Yao couldn't help but secretly praise.

This parrot's speed is extraordinary, not much slower than Huang Xiufeng, it should also be the fastest demon among the demons and monsters in the deserted village, and maybe it is also a peerless demon in a certain era.

Jing Yao quietly followed along the mountain wall, turning into a breeze like a whirlpool of air, following the parrot like a shadow.

The parrot didn't know that death was on its side, flapping its wings and making a subtle sound, and the breeze that Jing Yao turned into also maintained the same frequency and changed slightly with the air current, and the distance was rapidly shrinking.

In the wind, Jing Yao opened her eyes like stars, and followed the other party closely, in order to kill the parrot with one blow, the fighting method between the monks of the robbery, there are few monks who hang up in vain, even if the combat strength is far apart, at least they know whose hands they died, but today this parrot will be the first big demon to die in a nest, which Jing Yao is convinced of.

The parrot's insight is not weak, and it just so happens that assassination is also his strong point, and the frequency of his wings, which instinctively senses that something is wrong, suddenly increases, and he rushes forward as fast as lightning.

Jing Yao smiled indifferently, the parrot is indeed excited, and ordinary people will instinctively look back when they feel that something is wrong, but at that moment, the scythe of the god of death will quickly cut its throat, but if it rushes forward with all its might, there may be a chance to live.

But Jing Yao has experienced a hundred battles, if this still allows the parrot to escape, the eighty years of nightmarish experience is in vain, slowly showing its incarnation, the parrot suddenly felt that the pressure from behind was stronger, and he waved his wings desperately.