Chapter 151: Not Without a Fight
"You are just dying men. It is not worth it for me to confront you." The Black Armored Python King said coldly.
"Black prisoner, there are several good-looking female cultivators here. Spare their lives." The Fierce Lion King's eyes wandered over the faces of several beautiful female cultivators on the field.
Song Ningshu and Lu Yilin frowned in disgust. This demon was simply a sex-hungry ghost.
"Don't cause any more trouble." The Black Armored Python King, also known as the Black Prisoner, glanced coldly at the Fierce Lion King.
Although the Fierce Lion King was dissatisfied, he still didn't say anything.
The Black Prisoner then looked at Song Ningshu and his group, "Disciples of the Lingxu Sect, this is an internal matter of our demon clan. I will let you go."
If these people were to die here and confront the people from Lingxu Sect and Zhongzhou, it would not be a wise move.
Hei Qiu is not so arrogant as to be able to fight against so many powerful people and still take Yaochuan into his pocket.
As for Bai Chou, Hei Qiu never thought of persuading him to leave. Bai Chou and the Winged Tiger Clan have had a friendship for thousands of years. In addition, most of the divine beasts have arrogant personalities. Hei Qiu would definitely not be ashamed to abandon the Winged Tiger Clan and leave alone. Hei Qiu would not let the Winged Tiger Clan go.
So today, Bai Chou must die.
Bai Chou looked coldly at those demons with smug looks in their eyes, and the pressure on his body was no longer restrained, and all of it was poured onto those demon cultivators.
Some of the weaker demon cultivators turned directly into blood mist and exploded, splashing the faces of demons such as the Black Prisoner, the Fierce Lion King, and the Sand Python King.
The black prisoner's face darkened and turned as black as ink. He threw out a twisted and curved wooden stick, which emitted a strange black light and dispersed Bai Chou's pressure.
Bai Chou's face darkened. This wooden staff was too strange.
The bloodline suppression of the divine beasts over the demon beasts in the Jiuzhou Realm is absolute, and the demon beasts cannot withstand the pressure of the divine beasts.
"A divine beast, it's nothing more than this." The black prisoner wiped the blood off his face and said contemptuously.
Song Ningshu frowned. This wooden stick was not from Jiuzhou.
The Black Prisoner was very arrogant. "Little guys from the Lingxu Sect, what have you thought about it? As long as you leave, I will forgive the Lingxu Sect for destroying the Nightmare Beast."
All around, the inner organs of demon cultivators were constantly being gouged out by the restrictions, and the demon cultivators died with their eyes wide open.
"If you're not afraid of my master and the others, why bother with such high-sounding words? You're just afraid that if something happens to us, the Lingxu Sect will come knocking on our door." Gu Qingyue sneered, "The Nightmare Beast Clan migrated without permission and committed murder along the way. If we eliminate them, no one in the four clans will dare to say a word."
Jiang Sui also said, "If we escape today, the human race will also suffer the same hardship in the future. Your ambitions are not limited to Yaochuan!"
"If you want to fight, then fight." Jiang Nian said.
Although they are weak, they have never been afraid.
Lu Yilin summoned her own soul sword and prepared to fight. She didn't know if she could go back if she died, so she was reluctant to leave. It was so warm here.
"If you don't accept my toast, you'll have to drink the penalty wine. In that case, then all of you stay here!" The black prisoner had a sinister look in his eyes and waved behind him.
The Black Armored Crazy Python, the Fierce Lion, the Sand Python and other demon cultivators began to take action, pressing closer and closer towards Song Ningshu and others.
"Ye Lin." Qi Yangui said.
"What's the matter?" Ye Lin was summoned.
"Can you break into the secret space here?" Qi Yangui asked.
"Can."
"Bring back all the living demon cultivators in the secret space."
"good."
"Wait." Mo Songyun shouted.
Ye Lin looked at him.
"Tell Dafeng to go with you."
Ye Lin nodded and escaped into the secret space with a strong wind.
The war is about to break out.
"It's just a matter of death, let's fight!" Song Ningshu pointed his sword at the black prisoner and other monsters.
An extremely cold ice flame emerged from between her eyebrows, and the ice flame suddenly grew larger, heading straight for a black-armored python that was coming towards her.
Everyone also joined in the fight, battling against those monks who colluded with foreign races.
Within this restricted area, spiritual power and demonic power are mixed, and cultivators die from time to time.
The spiritual power in their bodies was drained away bit by bit, and in the end, they were just barely holding on.
Luo Mingqian's natal contracted beast, Xuanwu, erected a protective shield to isolate the people who were surrounded by a group of monsters.
Those traitorous monsters were temporarily unable to cause any harm to Song Ningshu and his group.
On the other side, Bai Chou, Winged Tiger King and other demon kings held back the ninth-level demon cultivators led by Hei Qiu.
"I heard that you human cultivators are also very good for us demon cultivators." The Fierce Lion King looked at the people in the Xuanwu barrier with ill intentions.
Within the restrictions set up by the Black Prisoner, the Fierce Lion King and others, they occupied an absolute dominant position, and the strength that Song Ningshu and others could exert was greatly reduced.
Gu Qingyue handed out pills to everyone to restore their spiritual power.
Everyone ignored the Fierce Lion King outside the barrier.
[This ugly lion talks too much.] Lu Yilin and 250 complained.
[Host, you should think more about how to save your life.]
"Are you so useless that you can't even activate your defense mechanism for me?"
[…Yes, yes, when you are about to die, I will extract your soul.]
[Forget it, you can only save me, there are still my master and others. ]
The vitality in Song Ningshu's body quickly repaired her body and restored her spiritual power.
"The barrier I set up is almost absorbed." Xuanwu said solemnly.
"Is there no other way?" Jiang Qianliu asked.
"There is no way for now. The barrier is built with spiritual power and it won't last long." Luo Mingqian shook his head.
After a while, the power of the barrier was completely absorbed, and the attack of the Fierce Lion King was right in front of him.
Mo Songyun blocked the sword move and soon flew backwards, spitting out blood.
"Senior Brother Mo!" Jiang Sui called out worriedly.
Mo Songyun suppressed the surging blood and energy, "I'm fine."
The gap in strength was too great. He used his strongest move to block 50% of the Fierce Lion King's strength, but was still defeated.
"Although it would be too easy for you two little beauties to die like this, since the Black Prisoner has told us not to cause any more trouble, let's forget it." The Fierce Lion King looked at Song Ningshu and Lu Yilin with regret.
"Disgusting!" Lu Yilin spat.
If you stick your head out, you'll get a knife. If you hide your head, you'll get a knife too. Who's afraid of who?!
The Fierce Lion King slapped forward with his palm, which contained powerful demonic power.
Qi Yangui, Gu Qingyue and others rushed forward and blasted them all away with full force.
Several people spat out blood at the same time.
"It's your turn, little beauties." The Fierce Lion King looked at Song Ningshu and Lu Yilin with a lewd smile.
"I have suddenly changed my mind. Such a rare beauty, even a prisoner like her can't cause any trouble."
Song Ningshu looked coldly at the lion with a dirty mind, and poured all her spiritual power into Nian Zhi. A huge sword shadow appeared above her head.
Even if you are weak, you still have the power to fight!
Nianzhi spun at high speed and flew towards the Fierce Lion King.
Lu Yilin's natal soul sword also stabbed towards the Fierce Lion King like Nianzhi.
However, the Fierce Lion King effortlessly swung away the two swords.
The two swords sank into the ground.
A black sword light came from behind the Fierce Lion King, but the Fierce Lion King didn't care and swung out a magic power to dissolve it easily.
Qi Yangui turned around and barely avoided it.
"It seems that the injury is still too light." The Fierce Lion King sneered, and the pressure of the ninth-stage late-stage monster came overwhelmingly towards Qi Yangui and others.
Under this restriction, the pressure from the Fierce Lion King was not reduced.
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