Chapter 279: I am no longer worthy of being her disciple

So the clone rushed forward and stood in front of Wufan.

His white clothes were still spotless, and his beautiful face was like an immortal.

"Master, the leader has her own plans, you can't go."

"Please move aside, the leader is so kind and righteous, she saved me from danger, I can't leave her alone."

In terms of stubbornness, Wufan was definitely the first to bear the brunt.

Moreover, this holy son of the Buddhist sect hated evil and could distinguish between good and evil, and would not tolerate an evil person in front of him.

What's more, there was a group of evil people in front of him, and he would fight to the death even if he died.

In addition to wanting to help Di Yange, he also wanted to kill those evil people with his own hands.

"Master, the leader said that she can handle those people. Can you wait a little longer?"

The clones were helpless. Who could stop them from beating Wufan?

But it was not easy for Wufan to leave.

"I can't wait any longer. She must be waiting for me to save her."

Wufan said, and wanted to bypass the clone and rush to the Thousand Demons Sect. The clone also rushed in front of him.

With a bang, the two collided.

The clone was knocked away, and Wufan also stagnated.

He looked at the clone worriedly, and saw that she was vomiting blood. After hesitating, he continued to move forward.

The two collided again.

Wufan finally couldn't help but speak: "What are you doing? Why are you stopping me? I'm going to save your leader. Don't you want me to save her?"

"I've already told you that the leader doesn't need you to save her, can you please stop making trouble? It was you who made trouble just now and ruined the leader's plan."

The clone spoke the truth while spitting blood.

However, these days, no one believes the truth.

Wufan continued to charge, and the clone continued to seek death.

Anyway, if the original body died, the clone would also have to die, so let's die together.

Wufan was impressed by the clone's resilience, but he was also a stubborn person.

After a while, the clone's white clothes were stained red with blood.

Although this was just a clone of the master, Mo Changliu, who was outside the light curtain, was still seen, and he almost bit his silver teeth.

"Damn Wufan, Master doesn't want you to die in vain, why do you hurt Master so much?"

Yan Wu on the side remained indifferent, but Liu Mu spoke with disdain.

"It's just a clone, it won't have any feelings at all. At most, the clone will die, which will cause the original body to be injured. At worst, she can make another one. She deliberately made the clone so miserable, she is scheming."

"Liu Mu, you will regret it sooner or later."

Mo Changliu glared at him fiercely, and then looked at the light curtain.

In the light curtain.

The clone was hit and bruised, but it still blocked Wufan's way.

Wufan even dared not to move forward, because he was afraid that he would really hit the clone to death.

"Donor, just let me pass."

Just when the two sides were in a stalemate, the clone suddenly heard Mo Changliu's voice not far away.

She hesitated for a moment, and Wu Ran had disappeared.

It

was too late to catch up now.

So she could only move closer to the voice.

On the Thousand Demon Sect side, the arrangement of the formation has come to an end.

But if it is activated in advance, it will definitely not achieve the expected effect.

The demonic aura must not be retained.

So Wu Ran can only pray for good luck.

Di Yange kept urging the demon seeds to improve her cultivation.

This operation made the leaders in black clothes and masks dumbfounded.

They hid in the back and couldn't help but say: "This kid is too weird. She actually activated the demon seed to improve her cultivation?? Does she know that every time she activates it, she is quickly consuming her life essence?" "

She is really crazy. But why can't she be controlled? Forget it, when her life essence is exhausted, she will become my demon."

"We must catch her, she must have a secret."

Several leaders were discussing excitedly, and Di Yange was very happy to kill.

These people had already been drained of their life essence and turned into puppets that could move, so she had no pressure to kill them.

When Wu Xian arrived, the Thousand Demon Sect was full of the corpses of those black-clothed puppets. He couldn't help but admire Di Yange.

He had the same cultivation level as him, but that person was much stronger than him.

Finally, he saw Di Yange who was surrounded by layers of black puppets.

Di Yange was still jumping up and down to deal with those black puppets, and finally she reached the last few steps of the last formation.

"Donor, I'm here to help you."

With Wu Zhuan's joining, the two of them harvested the black puppets faster and faster.

The black-clothed man in the lead felt heartbroken.

These puppets are the result of their hard work over the years.

This time, the loss was heavy.

Just as Di Yange's formation was coming to an end, she said to Wu Zhuan, "Help me hold it up for a while, I'll be there soon."

Di Yange didn't expect that she would encounter some trouble in this last step.

"Okay."

Wu Yan's steady voice made Di Yange feel safe.

He was indeed the Holy Son of the Buddhist Sect, a decent and reliable person.

In about five seconds, it felt like a century had passed.

The battle was finally over.

But a scolding voice came at the same time.

"Stop, if you don't stop, I will kill this bald donkey."

Di Yange looked at Wu Yan, who was caught at some point, and found that his condition was extremely bad.

He was seriously injured, and his meridians were broken. This is the price of overdrawing life span and forcibly improving cultivation.

This guy, just for a word from her, actually forcibly improved his cultivation.

For those who practice hard, this is equivalent to cutting off the path to immortality.

This moved her a little.

Just because he is so reliable, she will definitely not let him get into trouble.

Di Yange and Wu Zhu were captured again, and Mo Changliu and his clone were not much better off.

The clone was not strong to begin with.

He was lucky to have saved Shui Yaner when the black-clothed puppet was caught off guard last time.

But this time, the number of people was twice as many, and one of them was not a puppet.

After weighing the pros and cons, she could only watch Mo Changliu being brought into the Thousand Demon Sect.

Liu Mu outside the light curtain couldn't help laughing: "She didn't save you, did you see that? Mo Changliu, you can never be Yan Mo, she no longer cares about you."

"Nonsense. Master cares about me the most. She is just waiting for a foolproof plan."

Despite this, Mo Changliu was immersed in painful memories.

Because of what he did later, he was no longer worthy of being her disciple.