Gorgeous and enchanting supreme ghost doctor (Heavenly Doctor Fengjiu)

"How? Still reluctant to return to us? If you don't submit to us, then there is only a dead end waiting for you!"

The ancient city lord and the others froze, holding the sword in their hands and staring at the headed person: "There is no balance between right and evil! How can our decent monks be in harmony with your demonic cultivators!"

"Not bad!" The monk surnamed Lei snorted and stared at them sternly: "We don't know where you came from, but it is impossible to want us to submit to your demon master! "

Ruan Pingzhi stared at the demon cultivator and screamed: "We rarely see demon cultivators all night, where did you come out early? What are your plans to gather our big families!"

"Heh! You frogs at the bottom of the well, have you ever heard of the prestige of the Black Lotus Demon Lord? Now, my lord wants to expand, and he has taken a fancy to this humble never night sky. That is your honor! If you submit to you and fail to follow, then you can only be killed!"

The fierce voice of Mo Xiu fell, raised his hand, and stared at the ancient city master and others: "Don't leave one!"

"Yes!"

As soon as the leading demon cultivator's voice fell, the surrounding two dozen demon cultivators immediately rushed forward, and the cold sword aura attacked the few in the middle. The spiritual energy aura on their bodies carried the special black mist of demon cultivators, and their sword blades swept. The air is surging, and the black mist is also surging upward in the air.

Feng Jiu came from a distance, and when he looked at the black fog in the distance, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "Magic repair?"

This place can be said to be a very remote place where birds do not lay eggs. There is only day and no night, and spiritual power is lacking. The monks here are not high, and the magic cultivation is even rarer, but I don’t want to. I actually saw it here. It seems that the demonic cultivator whose strength is higher than that of Yuan Ying came from other places.

Maybe it was unexpected that someone would come here, or that someone would dare to approach here. At this time, the attention of those magic cultivators was on the ancient city lord and others. Therefore, he did not notice that Feng Jiu was coming from a distance. Come.

"I, I can't hold it anymore."

A monk Yuan Ying was panting, his face was pale, and his steps were messy. He swung his sword to block the attack of a demon cultivator. He also staggered and knelt on the ground because he could not hold it, supported only by his long sword.

There are several wounds on his body that are deep in bones, too much blood has been lost, and his physical strength cannot be supported. In addition, those magic repairs are tightening and the tricks are fatal. If the opponent's strength is quite good, but it is, among them. Some people, even if the strength of the Yuan Ying cultivation base is above them, so that they have no chance of winning at all, even if they try their best, it is difficult to have a chance to survive.

"Unless you want to die here! Otherwise, if you can't hold it, you have to hold it!" Ruan Pingzhi swung his sword to a demon repairer, protecting the old friend who was half kneeling on the ground.

The ancient city lord dealt with the two demon cultivators with one person's strength, and almost every move he made a wound on his body, his pace also retreated step by step, and the speed gradually slowed down, seeing a sharp sword pierce his throat. , The powerful pressure shook him down, making him unable to resist even at that moment. He could only watch the sharp sword stab him at him, and watch him fall into a desperate situation...

"what!"

A scream suddenly sounded, shocking everyone. I thought it was the ancient city lord who was killed, but didn't want to. The demon cultivator who was stabbing forward with the sword froze there, his eyes wide open and he swallowed.