"Next!" Wen Jingge waved her hand. Too bad, what kind of low-level tricks are these!
If you want to become her inner demon and wear her down here, you'd need the consent of the former Wen Jinge!
With such excellent physical condition and strong bones, unless "Wen Jingge" personally demonstrates that she can get her body back, no one can really do anything to her.
"Don't be so smug!" Bei Moling said. "Once you find out who they are, let's see if you still dare to be so arrogant!"
"No, no, no, I'm not arrogant! This is my true strength." Wen Jingge rubbed her temples. "Arrogant, yes, that's how it is. Woof! Woof! Woof!"
Bei Moling felt like she was going crazy. She was filled with regret. If only her original form had stayed here! If Wen Jinge had dared to say "no," she would have killed her. Why did she end up like a tiger fallen into the plains, bullied by dogs?
"Attack together!"
"Wait a minute!" Wen Jingge called out to her.
"Oh! You're scared!" Bei Moling was a little happy. This silly boy was finally scared. So what if his cultivation level had improved? He was still a coward who could be afraid!
"Let me put on some earplugs, I'm afraid you'll disturb me." Wen Jingge plugged her ears, hugged the Demon Harp Sword, and closed her eyes: "Please, go ahead!"
Drunkard: ...
Scholar: ...
Monk: ...
Taoist priest: ...
"Winds from all directions, let's go!"
Bei Mo Ling:......
"She can't hear you now, get her all together."
"Yes! We obey the Holy Maiden's command!" the four replied in unison, all heading towards Wen Jinge. But then Wen Jinge suddenly opened her eyes.
Bei Moling was taken aback, a bad feeling creeping over her, but she couldn't back down: "What are you all standing there for!"
"yes."
The drunkard threw his wine jug, the wine turning into icy needles that pierced towards Wen Jingge; the scholar pointed at his scroll, the characters forming spears, which he also threw at Wen Jingge; the monk closed his eyes, muttering incantations as he pulled out a wooden fish, smoke billowing from his face, the sound waves spreading in all directions; the Taoist's lamp flickered, bringing light to the darkness, fireworks filling the sky; the witch danced with her drum, the bells jingling and thumping like the beating of a heart…
Everything is ready.
However, unfortunately, in this desperate situation,
Wen Jingge is gone.
Or rather, Wen Jingge, who was originally talking to them, was just a phantom.
"Despicable!" Bei Moling said hatefully.
She was, after all, a Holy Maiden of the Demon Clan. When had she ever suffered such humiliation time and time again? Whether it was Wen Jinge or that junior brother who hadn't shown up yet, she was determined to kill them!
"I am not talented, but this is precisely one of my great strengths." The voice came from all around, and the five demons looked around warily, but still could not find Wen Jinge's figure.
"Hiding and dodging! What kind of righteous sect do you think you are, hiding and dodging like this!"
"Quite a coincidence," Wen Jingge teased. "I am known in the martial arts world as the Six-Fingered Qin Demon, and I also use a demonic sword. When did I become a member of the righteous sects?"
"Aren't you a disciple who came here for trials?" Bei Moling frowned. Could it be that her information was wrong?
Knowing that the disciples of Xuan Yun Sect were coming to test their skills, and that the innate sword blank was a good place for the soul of the previous generation Demon Lord to reside, she risked being discovered and used the clone sealed here.
This person is not only despicable, vile, and shameless, but he also uses a demonic sword. Could it be that the Xuan Yun Sect has really been preempted by other demons?
“It is now.” Wen Jingge tore through the darkness, deliberately showing off her sixth finger, and then gently touched the Demon Harp Sword. “It won’t be now after the matter is settled.”
"You also knew that the Demon Lord was about to appear?"
"I don't know." Wen Jingge grinned, revealing two big white teeth, which looked extremely out of place with her sallow and thin face. "Wherever there's something interesting, there I am, the Six-Fingered Qin Demon. I love joining in the fun. Miss, do you think this body I chose is beautiful?"
Bei Moling had a stern face. All five of them were injured to varying degrees. Bei Moling had the drunkard's ice needle and the scholar's spear stuck in her back. Fortunately, she was only in spirit form at the moment, so these injuries would only bother her for a while.
As for the monk whose forehead was blackened, he had now become an African, his body riddled with ice needles, and he was a small, glowing black man.
The Taoist priest wasn't much better off; his hair was crooked and twisted, and black smoke from the monk's breath was wrapped around his neck, with only his skin and flesh still attached to his body.
The scholar was in an even worse state, bleeding from all seven orifices, completely losing his former dignity, with his own spear still stuck in his body.
The drunkard stared wide-eyed, looking as if he had died with his eyes wide open, his body riddled with thorns from his own ice needles.
In this dark world, Wen Jingge replaced the previous tree, and all those who had harmed her would be reflected back. Among these people, only the drunkard and the scholar had stronger cultivation, but they were already dead beyond any doubt.
Wen Jingge was very fortunate; thankfully, she had used Qiao Yu as a weapon to throw her.
"If you're a demon, why are you making things difficult for me? I'm the Holy Maiden of the Demon Clan!"
"When did I say I was a demon?"
"you!"
"Besides this word, can you say anything else?" Wen Jingge was tired of this. She had been lingering here for too long. She still needed to find Qiao Yu. She wondered if that kid had escaped yet.
Bei Moling knew she couldn't escape; her abilities were ineffective in the darkness. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been in such a hurry to summon the demonic cultivators who had died here to serve her.
Even if they weren't injured earlier, they wouldn't have been able to escape, let alone those four who are now seriously injured.
"You can't kill me. If you kill me, you'll suffer a terrible death."
“I know who you are, but you’re of no use to me. I said I’d take you home.” The Demon Harp rose, about to strike, when the Northern Demon Bell shouted again, “If you kill me, they’ll die too!”
"It's as if they wouldn't have died if I hadn't killed you. They're all dead now, aren't they?"
“No, it’s different.” Bei Moling shook her head. “They were members of the Xuanmen sect, forced to join my Demonic Sect. This place was also established for them.”
"What does this have to do with me!" Wen Jingge portrayed ruthlessness to the extreme, the blade pointing downwards.
"Yes, of course! If their souls dissipate, the seal here will also be broken!"
"That has nothing to do with me! I like watching the show!" Wen Jingge pouted, her brows furrowed. "You're a strange person. To avoid me taking you home, you're actually concerned about whether the Xuanmen's barrier will break. Am I that embarrassing to you?"
Bei Moling's lips trembled. This person was completely unyielding, and she had run out of words.
"You absolutely cannot kill them! If you do, the Demon Realm, the Human Realm, and the Xuanmen will all descend into chaos! You cannot take the initiative!" she cried hysterically.
"Oh." Wen Jingge nodded as if she understood, and she sheathed her magic zither, but she was still very uncomfortable without having fought a single battle.
"Look at me!" She twirled her fingers, lifting up Bei Moling's soul form. "Is it ugly?"
Bei Moling couldn't figure out what she was thinking, so she shook her head and then nodded.
“I never lie.” Wen Jingge closed her eyes, and Bei Moling was surprised to find the Demon Harp in her hand.
And she was wielding the Demonic Harp Sword, aiming it at Wen Jingge: "No!"
"I didn't kill you! You're asking for it!"
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