This is what cultivating immortals is like

The golden light swooped down from a high place and stopped abruptly halfway.

Someone!

The stream of light rushed forward, and several sword lights pierced the air. The target was the island where the bird demon was.

There were eight people in the group, headed by a woman in black with black hair and a cold expression. Her jade sleeves were light and flowing as she stepped on the sword.

Lu Bei waved his hand to summon a cloud of air, and carried Xin Lijun to hide in it.

"Sect Master Lu, has the situation changed?" Mr. Xinli said in confusion.

"There has been a change. There is someone who has the same goal as this sect leader. The female sword is pretty good and can reach the threshold of ordinary goods."

"..."

"By the way, Mr. Li, you belong to the middle class among ordinary goods. You are already a beauty that is one in a million."

"..."

If you pick something out of a million and it's just ordinary, how high is your vision?

Yi Feng stopped wielding his sword, raised his hand to signal for formation, looked around cautiously, and his cold features suddenly became solemn.

There is sight!

Everyone immediately set up their formation. After a while, no change was seen. A disciple said, "Elder Yi, where is the thief?"

"Hush, don't say anything. The strength of the peeper is unknown, and it is very likely that he is superior to me." Yi Feng concentrated on guarding, and tried his best to spread his consciousness to find where the peeper was hiding.

With little success.

The Black Feather King thousands of miles away can see clearly, but the direction of the peeper is nowhere to be found.

After a cup of tea, Yi Feng confirmed that his sight was only fleeting and did not stay for a long time. He made a gesture to move on: "Senior has left, let's leave quickly. Remember to mark the location of this place so that the disciples can travel again in the future. , be sure to avoid a radius of five hundred miles."

All the disciples were on full alert, their nerves were tense and they didn't dare to take a breath. After hearing this, they breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, I was secretly speechless.

Elder Yi Feng is a terrestrial immortal who has successfully overcome tribulations. He is considered a master in both the Immortal Continent and the sea. Even she has to call him a senior master. His strength is so terrifying.

Fortunately I was just passing by.

The eight people moved forward with swords and soon arrived at the island.

The harpy with the bandit name Black Feather King came through the air. The green demonic cloud covered the sky and the sun. There was a phantom of a black-winged roc fluttering its wings, looming in the clouds and mist.

"Hey, this bird demon..."

In the distant sky, Lu Bei's eyes flashed with golden light. If he saw it correctly, Birdman and Man were from the same lineage as him, and they were both subordinates of the Golden-winged Dapeng.

The difference is that the bloodline of the black-feathered roc is too thin and is far less valuable than the demon blood of the Tianpeng left to Lu Bei by Mo Buxiu. Without a chance encounter, it would take until the year of the monkey to refine it into the golden-winged roc.

"I have noticed from afar that my spiritual consciousness is unscrupulous. Who do I think this king is? It turns out to be Elder Yi from Tongxin Island. Why, you are a rare visitor. Do you want to fight with me?"

King Black Feather spat out the bones in his mouth and looked unscrupulously, from Yifeng's face to his chest, and then from his lower abdomen to his straight long legs.

The more I looked at it, the more I became greedy, and my mouth watered.

Compared with passing game, senior monks like Yi Feng are more chewy.

It's a pity that high-end goods are not easily available. If you are not careful, you will only break your teeth.

Yi Feng ignored the demon king's greedy gaze and frowned at the human bones on the ground: "Heiyu, you are cannibalizing again."

"Jie, Jie, Jie, what Elder Yi said makes no sense. If I don't eat people, how can we get the reputation of destroying demons? If we really want to discuss right and wrong, you have to thank me!"

King Heiyu laughed strangely and continued: "If Elder Yi can't bear it, you can make it clear to me, and I will borrow my head to fulfill your benevolence, justice and morality."

Yi Feng's face turned even colder: "Heiyu, can't you do it as an elder?"

"You will only know if you have done it or not. It's empty talk. If our demon tribe doesn't come up with those empty words, Elder Yi can use whatever means he has."

Heiyu narrowed his eyes slightly and asked provocatively: "Why, does Elder Yi's benevolence, justice and morality only remain lip service?"

"snort!"

The sword light flashed in Yi Feng's eyes, and the momentum around him surged into the sky. A sharp sword penetrated the clouds, and the rolling sword energy was released in all directions.

King Black Feather was not weak at all, he raised his hands with overwhelming demonic energy, and the big roc hidden in the clouds swooped down, fighting with swords and swords, and his momentum did not fall behind at all.

The two competed on the spot, which was a pain for several Yin and Yang Dao disciples. They rode the sword light and walked away at high speed, wishing they could escape all the way back to Tongxin Island before stopping.

After a while, the fight ended. Yi Feng was slightly better, but her face was ashen, and the screams of the Black Feather Demon King were even more harsh.

There is no other reason. The demon clan is uniquely endowed with a particularly strong physical body. There are often cases of challenging human monks across a large realm.

Regardless of whether it succeeds or not, he does have the capital to be arrogant.

The same is true for Heiyu, who boasts that his bloodline is of extraordinary origin, and dares to challenge Yi Feng, who has been transferred to Earth Immortal, after completing the Great Perfection stage.

In the confrontation between one person and one demon, it seemed that Yi Feng was slightly superior in terms of momentum, but in fact, this was not the case. She did not immediately overwhelm Hei Yu. In a real fight, she had a low chance of winning.

"You, this woman, suddenly become delicious!"

Kuroyu wiped the saliva from his mouth and said in a low tone: "Don't be afraid, it will affect the taste. The meat will not taste good if it becomes stiff."

Yi Feng took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, waved his hand and typed out an invitation, saying coldly: "Old Master Creation has an order. In three days, you and all the demons will gather on Tongxin Island to hold a demon elimination conference."

"Devil-killing convention?!"

King Black Feather looked stunned: "What kind of demon? Haven't the demons been eliminated long ago?"

"You will know in three days."

The sword light rushed far away, leaving behind the Black Feather King who was swallowing his saliva. Yi Feng had thin skin and tender meat, abundant spiritual energy, and tight muscles with martial arts will. He could fully imagine that after one bite, the meat juice would explode in his mouth. Delicious.

"I'm waiting for you, little girl. When my demon body and bloodline become mature and I break through to the supreme realm, I will definitely bring you here to drink."

King Black Feather withdrew his gaze angrily. The demon clan is not here to show off. The Taoist Master of Tongxin Island’s Yin and Yang Dao, Mr. Creation, has boundless magic power. He is a strong man who can compete with Dragon King Ao Yi. The cruel words behind his back are just words of bravery, and they are not considered brave. Really capable, and...

The more I talked, the more I became greedy.

He opened the invitation, quickly scanned it with his eagle eyes, and muttered: "There is really a demon, something strange happened, the Dragon King personally took action, and no one was left alive at the Immortal Gate. The demon cultivator that was killed hundreds of years ago suddenly reappeared. Already?"

Speaking of the Dragon King, King Black Feather showed admiration and became greedy again.

This time is different, he is not the body of Tan Ao Yi, but the body of Tan Ao Yi.

In addition to the physical body, there is also the inexhaustible wealth and cultivation resources of the Dragon Palace.

As we all know, Dragon King Ao Yi is orphaned and widowed. The Dragon Palace is in urgent need of a pillar that can be used both day and night. Whoever can be carried away by the beauty will have absolute say in the sea of ​​thousands of miles.

If he could live in the Dragon Palace and win Ao Yi's favor, he could eat delicacies like Yifeng as much as he wanted.

It's just a marriage, that's what cultivating a demon is, no fuss.

King Black Feather is not ashamed to eat soft food. Thinking of his ancestor King Yin Tian, ​​who is the third husband of Dragon King Ming Media, Yin Peng, his heart is ready to move again.

If the great-great-grandfather can get married, he can also get married. From another perspective, this is not inheriting the legacy of his ancestors.

Wonderful!

"Wonderful!"

Hey, who is so bold as to dare to speak out my heart?

King Black Feather turned around and looked towards the source of the sound. He saw a sinister bird's face and fierce hawk's eyes. When he saw two human monks, he couldn't help but salivate.

The man has a fair and fair face, and the skin is just bones, which makes him look good but not good at eating. With his eye for carefully selecting ingredients, the woman's food is more delicious, and she is tall enough to eat several more bites than others.

"What a shame, are you made of water?"

Lu Bei snorted coldly. The harpy was so ignorant that he actually ignored him and only drooled at Lord Xinli.

King Black Feather ignored it. A mere monk in the Fusion Stage could kill with just a breath. He focused on Jun Li's cold face, slid across the snow-white jade neck, and slowly descended to the towering...

Gone.

He was blocked by a pretty boy who was a head shorter.

Lu Bei stepped forward, stood in front of Lord Xinli, and said coldly: "Little Zamao, you dare to look at my dining table, don't you want your eyes?"

This king...

"Why, are you a demon too?!"

King Black Feather spoke in confusion, and then he began to look at Lu Bei. He held a piece of wind in front of him and smelled it. He shook his head disdainfully: "A small human race dares to pretend to be a demon king. You really don't know how to live or die. Today, I will twitch and skin you." , make eight ways to eat it and put it on my table."

"As for you..."

King Black Feather raised his eyes and easily saw the towering head of Lord Xinli, and said greedily: "The best food can give you a few more years of life. I will kill your soul when I get tired of it."

Lu Bei: "..."

Sure enough, he and the big car can't play together. He has a height advantage, and he can't grab the camera even if he occupies the C position.

Originally, I wanted to take advantage of Kuroyu's complacency to get some information, but now I don't want to, just use my fists and knock him down before asking again.

"Boy, you are so murderous. Do you want your elders to slay demons?"

King Black Feather laughed loudly, and when he saw Lu Bei waving his hand to create the secret suture realm, his laughter became even more hearty, and he strode towards it.

"If you are in such a hurry to die, I will help you."

The sky and the earth are spinning, and the Secret Seam Realm has a radius of hundreds of miles. The space is both large and small. To the superior Black Feather King, a land of hundreds of miles is no different from three rooms and one living room.

Demonic clouds soared into the sky, and among the miserable green clouds, the shadow of a black-winged giant eagle fluttered in the air, its feathers stood up one after another. Looking from a distance, it seemed to be covered with billions of divine soldiers.

King Black Feather stood under the demon cloud and took out a painted halberd with one hand: "Let's go together. Just use whatever magic weapon you have. It's almost lunch time. I don't want to waste time on you."

A monk in the innate realm can live without food, and the spiritual energy in his body circulates to be self-sufficient. The Black Feather King has reached the Great Perfection stage of integration, and the Tianyuan realm demon in the Immortal Mansion Continent never misses three meals a day. This can only show that he is a cruel and blood-eating person at heart. monster.

"In this case, I will not talk to you about the moral principles of the world!"

Lu Bei spoke coldly, his eyes switched to golden divine eyes, and he transformed into a golden-winged roc demon body.

The big demon is physically strong and 2.5 meters tall. He overtakes Xin Lijun in one fell swoop and is a head taller than his opponent.

The golden eagle's eyes are majestic and domineering without words, manifesting into majestic and thick demonic clouds high in the sky. In the clouds, the golden-winged roc spreads its wings, exuding a power that arrogantly dominates the world.

The golden-winged roc swayed, and the absolute suppression from the bloodline made the black-winged roc wail repeatedly in shock.

"This this……"

King Black Feather's expression suddenly changed, and the pressure from the superior came overwhelming. The eagle's eyes suddenly shrank to the point of a needle, and a bird's face with indistinguishable features turned gray in shock.

"Ancestor..."

King Black Feather dispersed the trembling figure in black clothes, and bowed his head with a bang: "My ancestor, please bow to me from my grandson!"