Chapter 492 Terrain Kill! Dirty Thing!
In the flame forest, eight demon elders stood on a high platform with serious faces, and in front of them were more than 4,000 demon disciples. These demon disciples were divided into two teams, one team was gloomy, and the other team carried a purple sword behind them.
"This time, the two sects have to do two things. One is to adapt to this flame-filled environment, and the other is to hunt the monsters inside the flame forest! Finally, the number of monsters hunted will be ranked!" A red-haired old man shouted angrily. He was the elder of the Three Ghosts Sect and the person closest to the Nascent Soul Realm.
"As in the past, the top three demon cultivators, no matter which sect they are from, will be rewarded by the two major sects! The bottom three will be punished! During the training process, there is no limit to the means, and there is no limit to fighting each other. You cannot ask the elders for help. If you die, it means you are incompetent, and you can't blame others!"
"If you have the ability to kill everyone else, all the rewards are yours!"
As soon as the voice fell, the eyes of the disciples turned red, and they were murderous!
Seeing this, the red-haired old man chuckled and said, "Okay! Disciples of the Three Ghost Sect! Repeat our sect rules again!"
"Demon Sword Sect! Our slogan is!" A sturdy middle-aged man next to him shouted unwillingly. His cultivation was second only to the red-haired old man. The magic sword on his back was nearly two meters long and trembled slightly. No one dared to approach.
"Dongfeng Po! I *%$!"
Before the disciples shouted, a roar sounded above their heads. The demon cultivators were stunned at first, then suddenly raised their heads and were shocked to find a figure rushing towards them!
"Who!" The red-haired old man shouted angrily, and the demonic energy on his body surged, and he turned into a fierce ghost and rushed towards the figure.
"Thousand Miles Scroll!" Li Jinghong gritted his teeth, stabilized his body in mid-air, and flicked his sleeves. A scroll suddenly spread out, and a group of monsters formed by ink paintings rushed out of the scroll, and one of them held Li Jinghong!
"Bang!"
The next moment, the evil ghosts and hundreds of monsters collided with each other, and both sides died together. The fairy energy and demonic energy collided wantonly above the flame forest, and the other four people from Fengjing Tower also quickly rushed to Li Jinghong.
Seeing this, a group of demon cultivators exclaimed, showed their weapons, and prepared for battle.
"Immortal cultivators?! Good, good, I didn't expect that the younger generation of immortal cultivators dared to come here! They really don't take us seriously! Disciples of the Three Ghost Sect! Go! Kill them! Get a good start for this experience!" The red-haired old man roared.
"Disciples of the Demon Sword Sect! Don't lose to the Three Ghost Sect!" The burly man shouted.
As soon as the voice fell, four thousand demon disciples screamed and rushed towards Li Jinghong and others. For a time, the demonic energy between heaven and earth boiled!
Seeing this, Li Jinghong's face sank, and he looked around and found that Ji Dongfeng had disappeared.
"This bastard! He wants us to attract the attention of all the demons!"
"So that's how it is, it's worthy of being called Dongfengpo!" Meng Yushu's eyes lit up.
"Bang!"
"What should we do now!"
"Fight while retreating! Use the opponent's trick! Lead everyone away and see what Dongfengpo will do! What Fengjinglou is best at is to win with fewer people!" Li Jinghong gritted his teeth and said.
"Those five people don't seem to be disciples of ordinary immortal sects." The burly man frowned as he looked at Li Jinghong and others who were gradually retreating.
The red-haired old man sneered and said, "Chen Liu, why are you getting more and more timid? Now you even take five foundation-building kids seriously?"
"Old man Guihuo, it's because they are only in the foundation-building stage that I feel a little weird. How can ordinary immortal disciples in the foundation-building stage have the courage to come here." The burly man said in a deep voice.
In the flame forest, eight demon elders stood on a high platform with serious faces, and in front of them were more than 4,000 demon disciples. These demon disciples were divided into two teams, one team was gloomy, and the other team carried a purple sword behind them.
"This time, the two sects have to do two things. One is to adapt to this flame-filled environment, and the other is to hunt the monsters inside the flame forest! Finally, the number of monsters hunted will be ranked!" A red-haired old man shouted angrily. He was the elder of the Three Ghosts Sect and the person closest to the Nascent Soul Realm.
"As in the past, the top three demon cultivators, no matter which sect they are from, will be rewarded by the two major sects! The bottom three will be punished! During the training process, there is no limit to the means, and there is no limit to fighting each other. You cannot ask the elders for help. If you die, it means you are incompetent, and you can't blame others!"
"If you have the ability to kill everyone else, all the rewards are yours!"
As soon as the voice fell, the eyes of the disciples turned red, and they were murderous!
Seeing this, the red-haired old man chuckled and said, "Okay! Disciples of the Three Ghost Sect! Repeat our sect rules again!"
"Demon Sword Sect! Our slogan is!" A sturdy middle-aged man next to him shouted unwillingly. His cultivation was second only to the red-haired old man. The magic sword on his back was nearly two meters long and trembled slightly. No one dared to approach.
"Dongfeng Po! I *%$!"
Before the disciples shouted, a roar sounded above their heads. The demon cultivators were stunned at first, then suddenly raised their heads and were shocked to find a figure rushing towards them!
"Who!" The red-haired old man shouted angrily, and the demonic energy on his body surged, and he turned directly into a fierce ghost and rushed towards the figure.
"Thousand Miles Scroll!" Li Jinghong gritted his teeth, stabilized his body in mid-air, and flicked his sleeves. A scroll suddenly spread out, and a group of monsters formed by ink paintings rushed out of the scroll, and one of them held Li Jinghong!
"Bang!"
The next moment, the evil ghosts and hundreds of monsters collided with each other, and both sides died together. The fairy and demonic energy collided wantonly above the flame forest, and the other four people from Fengjing Tower quickly rushed to Li Jinghong.
Seeing this, a group of demon cultivators exclaimed, showed their weapons, and prepared for battle.
"Immortal cultivators?! Good, good, I didn't expect that the younger generation of immortal cultivators dared to come here! They really don't take us seriously! Disciples of the Three Ghost Sect! Go! Kill them! Get a good start for this experience!" The red-haired old man roared.
"Disciples of the Demon Sword Sect! Don't lose to the Three Ghost Sect!" The burly man shouted.
As soon as the voice fell, four thousand demon disciples screamed and rushed towards Li Jinghong and others. For a time, the demonic energy between heaven and earth boiled!
Seeing this, Li Jinghong's face sank, and he looked around and found that Ji Dongfeng had disappeared.
"This bastard! He wants us to attract the attention of all the demons!"
"So that's how it is, it's worthy of being called Dongfengpo!" Meng Yushu's eyes lit up.
"Bang!"
"What should we do now!"
"Fight while retreating! Use the opponent's trick! Lead everyone away and see what Dongfengpo will do! What Fengjinglou is best at is to win with fewer people!" Li Jinghong gritted his teeth and said.
"Those five people don't seem to be disciples of ordinary immortal sects." The burly man looked at Li Jinghong and others who were gradually retreating, frowning slightly.
The red-haired old man sneered and said, "Chen Liu, why are you getting more and more timid? Now you even take five foundation-building kids seriously?"
"Old man Guihuo, it's because they are only in the foundation-building stage that I feel a little weird. How can ordinary immortal disciples in the foundation-building stage have the courage to come here." The burly man said in a deep voice.
