MTL - Begin Immortality By Slaying Demons-Chapter 357 Pick the soft persimmon first

Chapter 357: Pick the soft persimmon first

 Slaughter...them?

　　At the moment when these words came out, Yi Daohong's figure suddenly pulled away a hundred feet away.

The rest of the Xuanguangdong monks also dispersed one after another, assuming postures to defend themselves against the enemy.

Just when Miao Qinghui was still thinking about the authenticity of these words, a vast and majestic golden light passed in front of her eyes.

 Seeing the dark golden statue, there was no hesitation at all.

Like an arrow from the bowstring, the huge and muscular body suddenly shot out.

 Shen Yi seems to be its seal.

 After he left the golden body of Dharma in the air, this existence of more than ten feet tall finally revealed its terror to the world.

The heavy coercion swept across them violently, making the monks with lower cultivation levels unable to breathe at all.

 Until it came to Yi Daohong's head.

No matter who of these two late-stage god-transformation monks dies here, they will only be happy in the Thousand Demons Cave in the end.

They quickly gathered together and condensed in the air into a silver sword that was like a long snowy river. It was more than ten feet long, and the sword body was extremely thick.

With a crisp sound, the magic sword not only failed to pierce the dark golden palm, but also shattered inch by inch under the huge force, dissipating into the spiritual energy of heaven and earth again.

She thought it was just a verbal dispute, but she didn't expect that not only did Jin Shen Faxiang attack suddenly, but he was also so ruthless. He was obviously running for his life.

"you…"

Miao Qinghui quickly turned around and looked at the young man not far away.

The Xuanguangdong monks turned pale as they finally recalled the horror of these Yin Shen monks.

Wutong Mountain seems to be aloof, but in fact it still keeps this covenant in its heart, otherwise it would not send disciples to mediate every time there is a problem, and try to prevent big problems from happening.

The fight between two monks in the late stage of becoming gods, just one encounter caused the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to completely riot.

The huge palm with clear lines was overwhelming and swatted downwards!

This guy really plans to kill so many people in Xuanguang Cave.

This time is no exception.

 Click! Click!

The prison-suppressing magician refused to evade, and his palm fell straight down, and the broad magic sword, which was about ten feet long, pointed directly at its palm and stabbed it.

That incense body is as powerful as a demon, no worse than a magic weapon.

 Only one round, the decision will be made.

 What a joke.

 With every punch and palm, there will be scratches and injuries, and death will occur upon contact.

 “Are you serious?!”

Miao Qinghui stopped talking and said directly: "Let him stop!"

Yi Daohong took the palm forcefully, and his whole body fell to the ground unexpectedly, hitting the wall of Longya Mountain with a bang!

 The reason is actually for the inconspicuous Xu family?

From her point of view, the Xu family just has a personal enmity with Xuanguangdong. Daqian has already proven that they have the ability to protect the Xu family. This is enough. There is really no need to cause too many casualties due to internal strife.

 Between alliances, some friction is normal.

 Use your strength as a bargaining chip, you can talk about anything and make concessions.

 The most important thing is not to affect the business.

Each late-stage god-transformation monk is the main force in resisting the Thousand Monster Cave, and is an extremely precious existence.

　　　…”

After saying that, Miao Qinghui was stunned for a moment.

 She felt a little strange.

Wutongshan, which has always been one-of-a-kind, doesn’t seem to be that effective this time.

The young man in the gorgeous cassock hung quietly in front of him, completely ignoring his own thoughts.

“What do you mean now is that you want me to do it myself?”

Miao Qinghui narrowed her eyes slightly and slowly frowned.

 Speak harshly.

Jun Nie killed the Blood Demon King, would Qian Yaogu dare to go to Wutong Mountain to take revenge? They and their fellow disciples were jumping up and down in the Thousand Monster Cave, not just to prevent the group of monsters from coming out to retaliate against their allies.

 At this moment, her words had no effect.

Miao Qinghui exhaled slightly, stretched out her palm, and a pagoda quietly fell into her palm.

 Wutongshan’s right to speak is not won by words. At this moment, Shen Yi finally moved.

 He looked back for a moment.

Looking at those dark eyes, Miao Qinghui suddenly realized something.

 The reason why Shen Yi has been standing here is not to watch a show.

 But looking at myself.

Let the Dharma minister in the late stage of divine transformation deal with Yi Daohong, and then the other party stays to keep an eye on himself, a disciple of Wutong Mountain?

“Are you looking down on me a little too much?”

Miao Qinghui felt angry and funny, and scolded: "Get out of the way! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."

 Shen Yi turned around slowly.

On the contrary, he has never underestimated the woman in front of him, and feels that Qinghua is not her opponent, and there is even a huge gap.

 That's why Shen Yi himself is the one who stays.

Thinking of this, he stood with his hands down. A strong black evil filled his eyes, and the aura spread. He let the hem of his clothes flow freely: "Try it."

Seeing Shen Yi suddenly confront Miao Qinghui again.

Led by Zhu Jue, the many golden figures who were preparing to kill all stopped in place.

Then without saying a word, they quietly gathered around.

　　　…”

Miao Qinghui held the pagoda in her hands, her expression getting weirder.

 She had never felt so difficult.

 Both sides are allies, so you must force yourself to choose one side and kill the enemy.

“Have you forgotten that I am also a monk in the late stage of becoming a god?”

 She looked sideways into the distance.

I saw the dark golden dharma image passing through the air, attacking ferociously, and every move was a killing move.

Yi Daohong is known as the Master of Wanfa. He never relies on magic weapons. He has mastered hundreds of profound magic techniques. He should be as good as most monks in the same realm.

 With a wave of his hand, all kinds of exercises emerge in endlessly.

 It stirred up the heaven and the earth.

But the golden body of Dharma was so fast that it released a dragon and a dragon.

 As the three of them encircled him, Yi Daohong could only run for his life.

At the very moment, he was wrapped around the dragon, and he did not know what kind of method was used to make the old man's face turn black.

 Can’t be merciful anymore…

Miao Qinghui raised her palm fiercely, and the pagoda glowing with mysterious light rose up to the sky, and then suddenly grew a hundred times in size!

Let’s first control the stubborn donkeys like Da Gan, and then bring them back to Wutong Mountain to educate them slowly.

 “Little thing, come in and stay here!”

Miao Qinghui sneered, and as she moved the magic formula, the mysterious tower suddenly enveloped the young man in front of her.

 At this moment, her expression changed slightly.

In the distance, a figure in a mysterious robe was desperately attacking.

Yi Daohong finally broke free from the siege of the dark golden Dharma. His body glowed with a vicious light, and he was obviously seriously injured.

Even the aura on his body was mostly weak, but he did not try to escape, but rushed towards Shen Yi with a ferocious face!

 Just rely on what this kid just gave orders.

 It can be seen that his status in Daqian is extremely high.

 Catch the thief first and capture the king first!

Persimmons have to be picked out and pinched first. As long as you control this kid, you are afraid that Daqian will not obey.

 “Avoid!”

Miao Qinghui scolded angrily and hurriedly changed the magic formula to put away the mysterious light of the pagoda.

At the same time, I felt quite dissatisfied.

The golden body of the Dharma statue stopped so suddenly, and didn't know how to come up to help.

Even if a monk in the late stage of spiritual transformation is injured, he cannot keep up with a bunch of three-foot-long golden bodies.

Zhu Jue and others only saw a mysterious light passing by and had no time to react.

 (End of this chapter)