You have a good chance, I accept it.

As the monks stood behind Ye Lin one by one, Li Xiaochen's face became even more gloomy and terrifying. He just watched this scene quietly.

There wasn't much he could do now, other than watch quietly, he wanted to see how many people could leave in the end.

After seeing that the descendants of Taiyi Xuanxian and Jinxian were indifferent, he breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, casual cultivators are still unreliable. In the end, we still have to look at the descendants of these major forces. After all, these are the real foundations of the major forces.

Let's go, let's go. In the end, these casual cultivators can't achieve much combat effectiveness and can only be used as cannon fodder.

He has long been dissatisfied with these casual cultivators. They all have poor combat abilities. They talk a lot, are timid and ineffective when fighting, and sometimes do not obey orders.

In order not to lose people's support, he chose to be patient, but now, after these casual cultivators stand in line, he will be the first to attack these casual cultivators when the fight breaks out.

Kill all these casual cultivators immediately.

At one time, more than 20,000 monks came to Li Xiaochen's side.

Seeing this scene, Li Xiaochen, who was still a little happy inside, turned gloomy again.

Damn it, these Taiyi Xuanxian forces should be damned for sending so many casual cultivators to themselves.

Behind so many casual cultivators, there may be hundreds or even thousands of Taiyi Xuanxian forces operating.

These forces are all moths.

"very good."

Seeing this scene, Ye Lin smiled. Although they were all casual cultivators, there were a total of 20,000 casual cultivators. The pressure on his side could also be greatly reduced.

Those sect disciples may still have a sense of sect's honor, and may continue to fight for the sect's honor.

But these casual cultivators don't have these things. They follow whoever is good for them, and they follow whoever is good to them.

"Boss, how do we fight now?"

At this time, a monk wearing tattered robes and a stubble on his face approached Ye Lin and asked softly.

And he was also the first monk to choose to defect.

"Wait for a few more breaths. If there is no more after a few breaths, then kill him."

Ye Lin tilted his face and said softly.

Hearing this, Qin Luo nodded secretly. It seemed that he would have to fight sooner or later, and he seemed to be ready to die.

It's okay for these casual cultivators to sneak around in the starry sky of the Demon Realm, but here, they are just cannon fodder and have no power to fight against these talented cultivators.

It's their limit if people take action at will.

If you die in battle this time, you can still leave a good name for dying in this world. Anyway, this life is almost over, so just die.

After waiting for a few breaths, there was no movement in front of him, and Ye Lin slowly raised his palm.

This battle will be the final battle, and the outcome of this battle will basically determine the outcome.

"Since everyone doesn't give me the face of Mr. Ye, then there is no need for me, Mr. Ye, to save the face of everyone."

"If I win this battle, all your relatives and sect will be liquidated by me."

"kill."

After Ye Lin finished speaking, the many monks behind him suddenly burst out with extremely strong pressure, and then rushed forward one by one.

"Mo Dan, if you try hard, you may die."

Qin Luo saw that the front lines were beginning to engage in battle. He and the casual cultivators beside him stood there with hesitant expressions on their faces.

How cruel was the battle at the front? I'm afraid they would all die if they met.

But now, there is no way out.

Just when Qin Luo was about to charge, a huge palm suddenly appeared on Qin Luo's shoulder.

The next moment, a rough voice was heard from behind.

"If you want to charge, then charge. If you don't want to, then get behind. Don't step on your horse to block the way. Anyone who hinders me from charging will die."