Upon hearing this, the little white dumpling immediately fell silent.
When he saw demonic cultivators charging towards them again, he was immediately alarmed, "To the left!"
At this moment, Sheng Ning's spiritual energy had been almost completely depleted.
Sheng Ning poured the Spirit-Replenishing Pills into her mouth and swallowed them as if they were free.
The Spirit Replenishing Pill cannot replenish spiritual power instantly; it takes several breaths to do so.
However, the demonic cultivators rushed in too fast; a few breaths were enough for Sheng Ning to die several times over.
The little white dumpling was anxious, while Sheng Ning slowly turned her head away.
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed the Spirit-Replenishing Pill, and she gripped her longsword tightly once more.
"Brother Sword, people say you are an ancient evil sword, now it's time for you to show your skills."
The little white dumpling has just discovered the existence of the Eight-Star Kunwu Sword.
He exclaimed "Huh?" and said, "I didn't expect this sword to come back to you after all this time."
'Having reincarnated so many times, how did you manage to find this sword again?'
After saying those words, Sheng Ning let the Eight-Star Kunwu Sword go forward and kill the demonic cultivator on its own.
Hearing the little white ball's question, she replied between breaths, "Oh, I snatched it from someone else."
Think about that cultivator who was caught in the monster frenzy back then; he was really unlucky.
Little White Dumpling: '...Okay, that suits your style perfectly.'
Sheng Ning chuckled softly upon hearing this.
When her spiritual energy had almost recovered, she stretched out her arm, the smile in her eyes gone, replaced by a cold and stern expression.
"Brother Jian, come here!"
Once the Eight-Star Kunwu Sword was back in his hand, Sheng Ning used his clone once again.
This time, she did not use her clones to their full potential.
If she takes too much, her spiritual energy will be consumed even faster. If she doesn't replenish her spiritual energy in time, she might fall into the hands of demonic cultivators.
The little white ball of fur clung to her, unaware of the concerns and worries she harbored.
He just felt that Sheng Ning's skill in training swords like dogs was becoming increasingly profound.
While the battle raged fiercely on Sheng Ning's side, Xian Ying's side was not to be outdone.
When Mi Hun saw the face of Xian Ying, he felt that it looked very familiar.
After looking left and right and thinking for a long time, he finally remembered where he had seen this face before.
"Demon race?"
The infant was dressed in a red robe with a dark green waist belt, and the robe was embroidered with gold trim. At first glance, it was quite stunning.
The colors among the demons are either black or white, but gray is the most common.
The red clothes worn by the baby-carrying creature left a deep impression on Miehun.
Seeing that Xianying nodded slightly, Miehun chuckled, "Wasn't the demon race wiped out by our Demon Lord back then? What, how dare you come back?"
"I just saw you standing with those junior cultivators. Demon race, have you surrendered?"
In the eyes of demons and evil cultivators, as long as one side submits to human cultivators, it is considered surrender and will be despised by the other two races.
Xianying naturally understood the contempt in his words.
The demon race was indeed crushed by the demon race and then driven out of the continent. He was only able to leave the Northern Secret Realm thanks to Sheng Ning and the others.
All of this is an indisputable fact.
With her red lips slightly pursed, before Xianying could speak, Ye Si, who had landed on his shoulder, suddenly spoke.
"I'm not saying this to be mean, but this bull has climbed all over your head and shit on you. Why aren't you going up and slapping it across the face? What are you doing standing here all hesitant and fussing?"
"Could it be that after spending so many years in the secret realm, you've become like that old monk, hoping for world peace?"
"Xianying, don't make me look down on you."
At first, Mi Hun did not notice Ye Si's existence.
After all, who could have imagined that the once mighty and invincible Evil Emperor Ye Si would perish because of a tribulation?
Now it can only cling to a fireball and live off it.
The disdain in Ye Si's words caught Mi Hun's attention.
He turned his head slightly to look at Ye Si, and was slightly surprised when he saw the dark blue flame.
"Nine Netherworld Flames? This..."
The Netherworld Fire has not appeared for far too long, and with the continent's resources dwindling, good things are rare, let alone the Netherworld Fire.
Unexpectedly, he saw the Nine Netherworld Flame here. Mi Hun licked his lips, changing his previous disdainful attitude towards Xian Ying.
He rubbed his palms together and whispered to Xianying, "As the patriarch of the demon race, you must not be willing to be controlled by human cultivators, right?"
"Why don't you submit to the Demon Clan, and I'll personally go to the Demon Lord to discuss making you the second-in-command of the Demon Clan? What do you say?"
"You should know that the Demon Race now holds absolute power, and even evil cultivators have long since submitted to them. If you know what's good for you..."
"Your ancestors' spiraling, sky-piercing fart!"
Before Miehun could finish speaking, an excited voice suddenly rang out, interrupting him.
As he frowned in displeasure and turned to look at the suddenly speaking ball of Netherworld Fire, he saw it soaring into the air.
"If I hadn't accidentally entered the Northern Domain Secret Realm during the tribulation, and if your foolish demon lord hadn't stolen my home, do you think evil cultivators could have submitted to the demon race? Bah!"
"Ha! This is truly laughable, Evil Emperor. What are you demons compared to me? Even a single toe of mine is more powerful than your damned Demon Lord."
"If you've got the guts, call out your damned Demon Lord to fight me! I'll beat him until he screams in agony!"
Ye Si was truly furious.
If it weren't for that lightning tribulation, none of his many subordinates would have...
However, these subordinates were also disappointing.
He's not even completely dead yet, and he's already in a hurry to submit to the demons.
Are they afraid their master isn't dead enough?!
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