On the altar, the tribespeople displayed a variety of expressions.
In the Song family courtyard.
The boy was still supporting Song Chaoxuan as they stood in the courtyard.
Peeking at the sky in broad daylight.
His breath was barely a thread.
They wouldn't let the people of their tribe go out.
It was his order.
The clansmen cannot go.
Once it becomes what the Demon Lord desires.
This world will end again.
Song Chaoxuan lowered his eyes and calculated. After calculating that his eldest daughter's life was not in danger, he took a deep breath.
But in the next instant, three Tribulation Transcending stage cultivators stopped the Demon Lord, unaware that his intentions were not what they seemed.
The clone that had been blocked by the three Tribulation Transcending stage elders disappeared, and a terrifying demonic aura filled with devouring power suddenly attacked Song Siyao.
The girl nimbly dodged.
Despite moving at a speed like a blur, a trace of demonic energy still clung to his arm.
The moment his gaze fell, that wisp of demonic energy blazed.
They devoured flesh and blood at a terrifying speed, leaving only withered bones.
A flash of light.
Under the flash of the sword, Song Siyao decisively severed his arm without changing his expression.
Her own blood splattered all over her face. The girl gripped her sword with one arm, and the killing intent that had been buried for so long suddenly resurfaced. The surging battle intent of the Shaking Sea Sword struck towards Cang Jin's position.
Calm, murderous, and sharp.
The moment the sword was drawn, the resentment of the Demon Lord who had abducted his elder sister surged forth.
Cang Jin waved his hand dismissively, and the girl was instantly sent flying.
Blood gushed from the severed arm.
Song Siyao crashed heavily to the ground and sank deep into the ground.
"Ah Yao!"
Lord Yan roared, and a sword appeared out of thin air in his hand. The ancient and massive sword intent was so fierce that it inspired awe.
A dragon roared, and two long shadows, one black and one white, completely blocked out the light above everyone's heads.
The gloomy shadows, like the battlefield at this moment, made people feel suffocated.
Qin Xi and Wan Qiji were pulled to the back, and the three Tribulation Transcending stage cultivators slowly surrounded Cang Jin.
"Cangjin, wouldn't it be better to just stay in your demon realm? Why are you causing trouble?"
One of the venerable ones was exceptionally young. As he complained, a fiery red bow and arrow materialized in his hand.
That's what they said, but the arrowhead was honestly pointed at Cang Jin.
"You kidnapped my sect's outer disciples. Hand them over, and I'll spare your life."
An elderly man had a somber gaze and an extremely low aura.
Cang Jin glanced at him and laughed loudly.
"Old man, it's all for the eighth-grade pill she made for you, isn't it? Don't think I don't know. You old folks all have your own agendas, just like me."
These words were spoken.
Countless people's expressions changed.
Grade 8 pill.
This is the patriarch of the Sword Inquiry Sect.
There have long been rumors that he nearly perished a thousand years ago and has remained in the forbidden area ever since.
When he came out this time, everyone thought he was just putting on a brave face.
But what did the Demon Lord say?
Eighth-grade pill?
Wait, who made this?
Did the Sword Sect Ancestor just say that the outer disciples were the ones?
An outer disciple's eighth-grade pill?
The Demon Lord has gone mad.
Zewu's expression changed amidst the crowd.
He was so regretful that his face turned ashen.
I thought it was impossible at first.
But this is the world of cultivation.
Miracles happen every day.
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