It was not until Lu Yu left for a long time that the middle-aged man gradually recovered some of his spiritual energy.

He walked out of the cave, and a talisman between his fingers burned, turning into a wisp of black smoke and rising into the air.

After a moment, several figures fell in front of the middle-aged man and bowed, "Sect Master."

Someone put on a white fox fur for the middle-aged man. Surrounded by everyone, the middle-aged man's identity immediately became noble.

He is the leader of Piaoxue Sect, Lu Tiangang.

At that time, the Giant Shark Sect was isolated and had no help and asked for help from all the upper sects.

This matter was originally handled by the disciples, but just a few days ago, Lu Tiangang's disciple was killed by the demon cultivator.

Lu Tiangang was furious and found this place himself and killed countless demon cultivators, but he did not expect to be ambushed and trapped on the altar by a ghost, and almost took over the body.

"The clothing of the inner disciples of Taiyi Dao Sect, I didn't expect that such a strong man was hidden in their sect." Looking at the direction where Lu Yu was leaving, Lu Tiangang murmured.

Then, his eyes swept to the forest and said coldly: "Send someone to kill all the demon cultivators here!"

"yes."

...

On the other side of the forest.

Song Zhuxiu and his disciples waited here for a long time, but the demon cultivator never came.

Song Zhuxiu looked at a disciple impatiently: "Is your information correct? Why haven't the demon cultivator come here yet?"

The disciple was shocked and quickly replied: "Senior Brother, I did find out clearly that those demon cultivators would appear here every night."

"Hmph! If you can't catch the demon cultivator tonight, just wait for punishment!" Song Zhuxiu said coldly.

The disciple's face turned pale and he was at a loss.

At this moment, outside the hidden formation, a burst of rapid footsteps suddenly came.

Song Zhuxiu's eyes lit up: "Very good. Since these demon cultivators have come to their door, they will definitely not return this time."

He was about to rush forward when suddenly a scream came from behind everyone.

At some point, the demon cultivator had gone around behind several disciples and slashed them with a knife. Suddenly, someone's body and head were different.

Everyone quickly dispersed, but unexpectedly, the demon cultivators surrounded them from all directions, and they became turtles in the jar.

A one-eyed demon cultivator looked up and down at the girls of Zang Xiufeng, licked his lips and said, "There are still little beauties here? Hehe, they are mine, and no one should compete with me."

Song Zhuxiu felt a little incredible: "We have a hidden formation. How did you discover us?"

They were clearly in the hidden formation, and the other party had no reason to discover them.

The one-eyed demon cultivator curled his lips: "What kind of bad formation, I can see through it without touching my magic eyes."

This formation was created by Song Zhuxiu's master, and he has always been proud of it.

If the reward for this mission was extremely generous, he would not have taken out this formation.

At this time, Song Zhuxiu's formation was criticized by others, and Song Zhuxiu couldn't help but feel angry: "Bastard, just leave your life here today!"

He held a long sword in his hand, pointed the sword's edge and instantly released countless sword energy, covering the sky and stabbing towards the demon cultivator.

The one-eyed demon cultivator seemed to be tall, but he did not expect that he was very agile and could easily avoid all his sword energy.

"Rats, dare to fight me head-on." Song Zhuxiu was full of fighting spirit, and the sword energy in his hand couldn't help but burst out again.

"Senior brother, kill him!"

Seeing that Song Zhuxiu was at the upper hand, the disciples of Tianjian Peak present couldn't help but feel a lot of morale.

But at this moment, the demon cultivator suddenly snorted coldly, and a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes: "That's all you can do?"
Chapter completed!