Chapter 3122 Revenge

The Phantom Demon warriors were all tied up with iron chains and piled together. They were all covered in blood and were in an extremely embarrassing state. Situ Reading 520 official website

"Hmph! You bunch of beasts and devils, have you ever thought about today!"

The 40,000 human monks were shouting sarcastic words at this moment, venting their pent-up anger.

"What are you clamoring for! If you dare to attack us, Lord Illusion Demon King will not let you go! My army of Illusion Demon Clan must be on the way, and you are dead!"

A Phantom Demon warrior roared angrily.

"Snapped!"

A big slap was slapped on the face. The cultivators all had their eyes red and murderous intent rising into the sky.

"So what if they come! If we die, you will definitely be on the way first!"

"That's right, you devil bastards deserve to die!"

"Let me give him a slap too!"

Some cultivators couldn't help but stepped forward and slapped him.

This action aroused the interest of many cultivators, and they all stepped forward to slap him in the face. In the blink of an eye, the face of the phantom demon warrior became swollen like a pig's head.

This miserable appearance also made the other phantom demons panic.

They knew very well how angry this group of human cultivators were. If the anger of the human cultivators was completely ignited, they would all be killed.

"Shut up, everyone!"

Immediately, a general scolded us, and then he smiled flatteringly at the cultivators and said, "Look, we are all tied up by you, and we can be beaten and scolded at will. You are all angry."

"Right now, it's useless for you to kill us. Our army is already on the way. The most important thing is to save our lives."

"If you leave now, you can still save your lives, otherwise you will definitely die."

"Life is the most important thing. Please listen to my advice and leave quickly."

These words did not have the expected effect, but instead made the 40,000 monks even more angry.

"I bother!"

A majestic cultivator rushed over and spat a mouthful of phlegm on the general's face.

"Save your life?

If it weren't for your benefactors' request, I would have killed you long ago! "

"That's right, what you did to us is not an exaggeration even if we are cut into pieces by a thousand cuts!"

"If your benefactors hadn't said there was a better way to take revenge on you, do you think you could have survived until now?"

The cultivators laughed, looking forward to the better method from their benefactors.

If the benefactors don't bring a better way, they will kill these phantom demons no matter what. Even if they die, they will take revenge!

At this moment, the Ming Sword Master was like a ray of golden light, galloping from a distance and landing in front of the cultivators in the blink of an eye.

"Senior Sword Master, how are your injuries?"

A cultivator's eyes widened, and he found that the aura of the Ming Sword Master had changed. The old aura had dissipated, but instead it became full of vitality.

"Senior Sword Master seems to have become different. In the past, my perception was that he was like a shocking sword light, but now he has become like an ordinary person..."

"But the senior's condition is obviously better than before. He left with several benefactors. I wonder what he went through?"

The cultivators were astonished. The Ming Sword Master's appearance and figure had returned to his middle-aged state. They were very surprised by such a good change.

"Haha, everyone, I have a great opportunity."

The Ming Sword Master couldn't help but smile and touched his smooth face.

"My human race has a great power. This great power helps the old man break through to the realm of the Holy Saint. It is a gift of reinvention!"

"What?

How could my human race be so powerful? "

"Senior Sword Master became a saint?

How can this be! ? "

"Aren't you saying that the saint has become a legend and cannot be achieved in this world?

Senior Sword Master, are you kidding? "

The human cultivators were shocked and spoke one after another.

The Sword Master of the Ming Dynasty had a straight face and shouted: "How can I joke about this kind of thing? Since you don't believe it, just feel the pressure of the saint!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the body of the Great Ming Sword Master suddenly shook, and then a tyrannical pressure spread.

In the blink of an eye, all the cultivators present felt their bodies sink, as if there were mountains pressing on their shoulders.

The phantom demons who were bound by the Five Flowers showed pain on their faces, and the weaker ones even vomited blood.

Even though they had never felt the pressure of a saint, the human race present had a clear understanding in their hearts that the Ming Sword Master was indeed a saint.

In their perception, the Ming Sword Master, whose aura had already been restrained and was as ordinary as a mortal, suddenly turned into a blazing fire sun.

The vast and powerful power made the forty thousand cultivators feel excited and couldn't help but clenched their fists.

"My human race has supreme power, which can help us become saints!"

"Senior Sword Saints have become saints, and our human race has a saint!"

"The good times are over for you devil bastards! So what if the army arrives?

The Ming Sword Master lives up to his name, he can destroy your army by himself! "

The human cultivators laughed one after another, and even looked at the phantom demons and mocked them.

As soon as these words came out, all the phantom demons became even more frightened, and the timid ones even peed their pants in fear.

They felt the pressure of the Great Ming Sword Master very clearly. This was indeed a saint, a being who had evolved beyond ordinary cultivators and whose life level had evolved.

Not to mention that they were tied up by Wu Hua Da at the moment, even if they were freed, they would still be easily slaughtered by the Ming Sword Master.

"Everyone, the old man will not be the only one to become a saint. You also have a chance."

The Ming Sword Master dissipated the pressure and said with a gentle smile: "This master treats the human race wholeheartedly. As long as you work hard, you will have a chance to become a saint."

"good!"

"Senior Sword Master, I wonder where this lord is?

I wanted to express my gratitude to this gentleman back then. "

"Yes, it is a great kindness for this gentleman to lead the crowd to save us. We must thank him in person."

All the cultivators responded one after another.

"Not urgent."

The Sword Master of the Ming Dynasty smiled and waved his hand, "Before, my benefactors said that they should repay others with their own methods. I still don't know what they mean."

"But after meeting the Lord, I understood."

He waved his hand, and each magic thought kit fell to the ground.

"Everyone, please see, this thing is a magic bag, which is given to everyone for revenge."

"Magic Tips Bag?"

The cultivators' eyes lit up, and they all curiously picked up the kit.

When their spiritual thoughts touched the kit, they immediately understood the effect of the kit, and each of them looked ecstatic.

"Hahaha! Okay, what a way to repay the other's favor, turn these devil bastards into our slaves, and let them fight with their own kind. What can be better than this to relieve hatred!"

"There is no way I can repay such a great kindness. I am willing to follow this gentleman, go up the mountain of swords and go down into the sea of ​​fire, no matter what!"

"You devil brats, it's your turn to suffer this pain!"

The cultivators were filled with hatred, and each of them stared at the Phantom Demon Clan warrior with cold eyes.

Being looked at with such eyes, these warriors felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, and they felt that these human cultivators were the devils.

"Let you have a taste of this first!"

A tall and thin cultivator stood up first and looked at the general of the Phantom Demon Tribe who had shouted for them to escape. He opened the bag with his spiritual thoughts and wisps of evil thoughts flew out.