Two hundred and twentieth chapters do not know good from bad
Yun Ling didn't know whether to be angry at the female demon cultivator for speaking so shamelessly, or to thank her for affirming her and her senior sister's looks.
"What a beautiful idea you have!" Luo Ninghuan shouted, throwing out two explosive talismans.
Yun Ling flew away and used a jade green umbrella to slow down the steps of the female cultivator, saying, "I'm not afraid of the strong wind blowing my tongue!"
Seeing that Luo Ninghuan could not reach the early stage of the golden elixir, the female demon looked down upon her and attacked directly. Seeing Luo Ninghuan suddenly throw the talisman, she wanted to avoid it but was too late.
"Peony, be careful!" the male cultivator warned, turning around to protect him but not catching up.
Luo Ninghuan's two talismans exploded very fast. As Mudan retreated, she was blocked by Yun Ling's jade green umbrella, and the protective shield was blown away. Not only did she look dusty, but her clothes were also a little tattered.
Yun Ling and Luo Ninghuan looked at each other and smiled. Their years of tacit understanding were still there, and they had just cooperated extremely well.
"You don't look very good, but your name is the most beautiful!" Luo Ninghuan said sarcastically with a sneer on her face.
Mudan had a high level of cultivation and used her defensive weapon in a timely manner, so she was not seriously injured. But her embarrassment also made her a little angry. When she heard Luo Ninghuan's words again, her eyebrows stood up in anger.
Got up.
She gritted her teeth and said, "Just watch me scratch your face with one knife after another."
Peony offered a black bead and threw it towards Luo Ninghuan, covering her.
"Are you from the Ten Thousand Bloods Cult?"
Yun Ling dodged the male cultivator's attack and used her spiritual power to help her senior sister burn the black beads on her head.
Ye Jia once said to her that the four sects of the Demon Sect each have their own merits in fighting.
The demon cultivators in the Demonic Palace are good at cultivating dead corpses and driving them to fight with each other, somewhat like the monks from the Soul Taming Sect.
The demon cultivators in the Demon Camp are good at close combat, and they are also good at fighting in groups using human formations, a bit like Changdumen.
The demon cultivators in Xuanming Hall are a bit like Xuanling Sect, they all rely on personal abilities and have no characteristics.
The Ten Thousand Blood Sect is a strange existence. The Ten Thousand Blood Sect's techniques are very special. The higher their cultivation level, the stronger the blood beads they can condense.
When fighting, they can flexibly use blood beads that are in harmony with their own intentions, making it difficult for people to guard against them.
If it were not for the serious internal strife within the Ten Thousand Blood Sect and the joint suppression by the other three sects, it is unlikely that the Ten Thousand Blood Sect would have unified Beiming long ago.
Ye Jia also told her about a weakness of the Ten Thousand Blood Cult monks, which is...
Mudan and her senior brother looked at each other, becoming more and more sure that these two spiritual cultivators could not stay.
Two mere spiritual cultivators in the early stage of Jindan were actually able to identify their identities. They must be spies who have been in and out of Beiming all year round. If they were summoned back...
Thinking of this, the two men's offensive became more and more fierce, and they no longer cared whether it would hurt their faces.
Yun Ling and Luo Ninghuan are not easy to mess with either.
Luo Ninghuan is good at water spells, which can slow down their footwork and speed, while Yun Ling's offense and speed are extremely fast.
Both sides are evenly matched, and neither can do anything to the other in a short period of time.
Mudan was very impatient, and she regretted that she was in such a hurry and started on the road without recovering her magic power.
I didn’t expect that I would encounter spiritual practitioners heading north on the path I was used to taking in previous years.
"Why are you spiritual practitioners going to Beiming? The Ming River is not that easy to cross." She shouted towards Luo Ninghuan.
"This is the realm of our spiritual cultivation. I can go wherever I want. I haven't asked you yet, but what's the conspiracy behind the demon cultivators crossing the border and coming to our territory without permission?"
"Let's take a walk. Who wants to go to your Longyou Spiritual Vein? I'm going..." Mudan looked disdainful.
"Peony!" Another male demon cultivator glared at her disapprovingly, preventing her from revealing more information.
"Both of you, we have no intention of offending Longyou's spiritual practice. If we continue to remain in a stalemate, no one will be able to make things better.
The two of you must have important matters to go to Beiming, so why don't we all stop and leave each other?
After all, you two are in the early stages of the Golden Elixir, and it is you who will suffer if the stalemate continues!" the male cultivator suggested.
He originally wanted to fight quickly, but found that these two people were extremely difficult to deal with and couldn't deal with them for a while.
If the stalemate continues, it is not certain who will suffer. After all, this is still the territory of spiritual cultivation. If it is not preserved, there will be other spiritual cultivation experiences.
If the other demon cultivators didn't have a special purpose, no one would be full and support themselves across the Ming River.
"Senior brother!" Mudan also looked at the man disapprovingly, dissatisfied with his proposal.
"Junior sister, I told you when I came out that you have to listen to me on important matters!"
The male cultivator comforted her, then turned to Yun Ling and Luo Ninghuan and asked, "How are you two considering it? Why don't you retreat together and put away the magic weapon?"
Yun Ling and Luo Ninghuan looked at each other and saw hesitation in each other's eyes.
They are not afraid that this man and woman are not trustworthy. They are worried that if they let these two people go easily and they do things that are detrimental to other spiritual practices, what will they do?
But if they don't agree, there's nothing the two of them can do to each other.
For a moment, it was hard to get off the tiger.
At this moment, another person flew over from the other side of Minghe River.
Just as Luo Ninghuan was about to call out, Mudan was already shouting in joy.
"Master Ye, there are two spiritual cultivators here who want to kill me and my senior brother. We are all demonic cultivators. Please help us."
Yun Ling: "..."
Luo Ninghuan: "..."
Ye Jia stopped in mid-air and said with a smile: "Are you two going to spiritual practice? It seems that the rumors in Beiming are true."
"We hope Mr. Ye will help us to solve these two spiritual cultivators who are blocking our way. I will give you a generous gift." The male cultivator also shouted to Ye Jia, as if he had something to discuss.
"Okay." Ye Jia nodded, glanced at Mudan, and said with a smile: "You two should know that I was injured some time ago, and I can't do anything easily to avoid recurrence of the old injury.
Sister Mudan and Senior Brother Ling are powerful in spells, so you should focus on attacking, how about I assist you?"
The fact that Ye Jia was captured and sent to the Sword Sect was widely spread in Beiming. Everyone said that he was very lucky to have a good master.
A trace of contempt flashed in Mudan's eyes, secretly thinking that Ye Jia is really worthless.
But she still quickly put a smile on her face and said: "This is natural. How can Mr. Ye still run across the river when he is injured? If your injury cannot be healed well, the Buddha Demon Lord will not know how to feel sorry for you."
"It doesn't matter. I've been annoyed by someone and wanted to vent my anger on a young disciple of the Sword Sect. I didn't expect to meet you two here. It's fate."
Ye Jia smiled and stood behind Mudan and her senior brother.
"Senior brother, kill both of them." Mudan smiled coldly at Yun Lin: "Now we are three against two, do you regret not agreeing to the proposal just now? You don't know what is good and what is evil!"
"Junior sister, let's go!" Luo Ninghuan shouted.
The two pretended to retreat.
Mudan and her senior brother knew that the speed of the two was inferior, and they were really afraid that they would run away. So, they sacrificed their magic weapons and chased after them.
Only a "puff" sound was heard, and the winner was decided.
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