Ao Hai, who was at the Beitianmen not far away, had just drawn out a magic weapon when he saw Nezha holding a knife in one hand and a fork in the other, with an apron tied around his neck.
Ao Hai let out a strange cry and jumped out dozens of feet.
The others were a little dazed for a moment as they watched Nezha dressing up in an orderly manner.
What is this guy doing?
Is it time for dinner?
At this moment, a flash of fire appeared in the hand of Zong Ting of Chaoyang Ancient City, and the Huo Lin Sword flew out. A sharp sword energy fell, and the sharp claws that had just reached in front of his body were instantly cut off at the root.
Chi Ning's entire right hand was instantly enveloped in flames. He grabbed the millipede's sharp claws without any fear, bringing up a smell of barbecue.
Nezha's eyes brightened.
"His strength is not that strong, but he has reached the upper level of Guiyuan. No wonder those casual cultivators died as soon as they came in." Zhao Zhuo said to himself, his eyes a little solemn.
This is only the first floor of the Demon Sealing Tower, and there are demon beasts of the Guiyuan realm guarding it. What about the second floor? What about the third floor?
It can be imagined that the eighth and ninth floors of the Demon Sealing Tower are definitely beyond Guiyuan, and there are not even just one or two of them. Can we really conquer and complete the Demon Sealing Tower with just these people?
Zhuang Zizheng also had the same concern. He had been trying to contact people outside to come in and help, but what made his face change slightly was that all the people outside had lost contact.
A bit weird.
In the corner, two monks, one old and one young, were hugging each other, with terrified looks on their faces.
"Master, has the Buddha ever told us what to do in this situation?"
The old monk shuddered, goose bumps popping up on his bald forehead. "Buddha said... you must be prepared to be a scoundrel!"
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