Chapter 123

After all, the old man has lived for sixty or seventy years. Even though he is angry because his old wife and precious grandson were killed, his sinister and slippery nature still makes him choose to escape from this place.

It would be best if he could lead these people to the main altar. Even if he couldn't, he would have to escape with his life, and then he would ask the holy messenger to send someone to avenge him.

Thinking of this, a fierce look flashed in the old man's eyes, and the flames on his body suddenly burst, sweeping the entire hall.

When the few young people were screaming and dodging, he suddenly stood up and rammed forward, knocking a big hole in the wall with a bang, and then frantically ran into the distance at a speed that was not in line with his age.

Above the hall, Qin Feng and Ma Dashao flapped their wings behind their backs, maintaining their figure in mid-air, looking at the figure of the old man running away.

An Ruhui is the most relaxed, the breeze around her body can easily support her figure, allowing her to fly in the Foundation Establishment realm without the aid of external objects.

"Don't waste your time, quickly kill the rest of the Demon God believers and go after them."

Although she is gentle, she has no sympathy for these cultists who sacrifice other people's lives to demon gods in exchange for power.

"Sister said yes."

Several people agreed and killed those Demon God believers one after another.

The battle was soon over.

Even though these Demon God believers can cast powerful spells, they don't know how to target their opponents when they have free spells, and they can easily be avoided by these monks.

And they couldn't avoid the spells of Qin Feng and others.

Although these people have magic power in their bodies, they are still mortals who have not undergone cultivation after all. They suddenly acquire tyrannical magic power, and they can only show their power among mortals. In front of real monks, they are simply vulnerable.

During the battle, Qin Feng and Ma Xingkong showed their formidable combat power. Not only were they extremely fast, but they also had powerful means. Dealing with those Demon God believers was as simple as chopping melons and vegetables.

Ma Jiu was unhappy when she saw the two of them playing with prestige, so she also transformed into a werewolf, and with a hoot, the figure was divided into three, and in an instant, several demon believers passed by and scratched their hearts.

An Ruhui was a little surprised and surprised.

Ma Xingkong has a good reputation, and it's enough to be able to combine with the beast of life. I didn't expect Qin Feng and Ma Jiu to be able to do this.

When did the disciples in the Qi refining realm become so powerful?

But soon, a look of joy flashed in her eyes.

Originally, she was instructed to bring the two junior sisters out to experience, and felt that she should be more cautious and not rash.

But it is different now. Since the strength of these three companions is far beyond their peers, there is no need to be as cautious as before. She should also be able to obtain a lot of meritorious achievements during this trip.

After a while, the crowd slaughtered all Demon God believers, and even those who wanted to escape were chased by their flying spirit beasts and killed.

Afterwards, An Ruhui sent a messenger Fei Niao to return to Feizhou. After reporting the situation here to the two elders, she didn't bother to clear the battlefield, and directly took a few of her classmates to chase in the direction of the old man's escape.

These Demon God believers don't even have a storage bag on them, and the most valuable things are gold and silver common things that are regarded as treasures by ordinary people, and they are of no use to them.

They have already reported the matter here, and there will naturally be local forces here to deal with the corpses here, and there is no need for them to bury them.

A group of people rode on flying spirit beasts, flying gracefully above the sky, looking at the old man who was running wildly on the ground, chatting and laughing softly.

As the old man fled, he looked back, lest he would be caught up by those monks.

Although he is comparable in strength to the Foundation Establishment cultivator, he does not know how to fly, so he can only run wildly on the ground.

And whenever he felt tired and was about to stop and rest for a while, the lightning mink that Ma Jiu had left below would appear at the right time, and a bolt of lightning struck the old man in fear, so he had to run away again.

A few people have no pity for this old man. This man can have such tyrannical power as he is now with just an old body. There are definitely not a few people who sacrifice their lives to the devil.

Such a murderer, it would be cheap to kill him.

Two hours later, the old man who had run for more than 300 miles came to a tall castle.

This is the main altar of their devil believers.

It is also their place of pilgrimage.

"Master Qingyang asks to see the holy envoy."

The old man panted to the front of the castle and hissed.

"Lao Tan, you are not staying in Qingyang City, what are you doing here at the main altar?"

A tyrannical middle-aged man at the entrance of the castle asked in surprise, "Isn't it time for your tribute yet?"

"My hall was destroyed!"

The old man looked back with lingering fears, and when he saw that no one was following, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then the sorrow came from his heart, and tears filled his eyes: "Pity my old wife and grandson, I haven't enjoyed it with me for a few months. The Qing Fu was killed by that vile monk."

"what?"

The middle-aged man was shocked: "A cultivator killed your Qingyang Hall? How many people came, and what kind of strength are they?"

"There are six of them, and three of them can fly. Judging from the strength of their magic attacks, they should be similar to me, right?"

The old man said somewhat uncertainly.

He knew too little about the monks, so he could only roughly estimate the strength of An Ruhui and the others.

"Only six? That's okay."

Hearing the words, the middle-aged monk breathed a sigh of relief.

It’s not that they have never dealt with monks. In the past, there were many monks who wanted to kill them and protect the right path under the name of subduing demons and eliminating demons. Among them, there were also a few monks who could fly. In the end, they were all tyrannized by them. The strength bombed the spot.

As a result, their fear of the monks was greatly reduced, and they felt that they had the power bestowed by the devil, which was enough to compete with those monks.

What's more, they are numerous and powerful, and their holy envoy is also a tyrannical existence who can fly, so how can they be afraid of six monks.

Just as he was talking, he suddenly saw another figure running from a distance.

This time, it was a sturdy big man who was also the hall master of a city.

"Zhao Erhu, what are you here for?"

"The entrance of Lincheng Hall was breached, and I came to ask the Holy Envoy for help."

The burly man said.

"what?"

Middle-aged people are simply unbelievable.

What happened today? In a short period of time, I heard the news that two halls were destroyed.

"Follow me in and ask to see the holy envoy."

The middle-aged man couldn't sit still for a while, and directly led the two of them into the castle and walked towards the temple in the middle of the castle.

In midair, Qin Feng and others suddenly turned to look into the distance.

There was a team of seven or eight monks flying over with spirit beasts.

There are two people at the head, one is a middle-aged cultivator riding a spirit crane, and the other is a handsome young man riding a colorful peacock.

"Yo, Miss Kong, are you here too?"