Chapter 3122: Revenge

The Phantom Demon warriors were all tied up with iron chains and piled together, all covered in blood, in an extremely miserable state. Si Tu Reading 520 Official Website

"Hmph! You bunch of beastly demon cubs, have you ever thought about this day!"

The 40,000 human cultivators were now shouting and cursing, venting their long-suppressed anger.

"What are you shouting about! Dare to attack us, Lord Phantom Demon King will not let you go! My Phantom Demon army must be on the way, you are dead!"

A Phantom Demon warrior roared angrily.

"Pa!"

A big slap hit his face, and the cultivators all had red eyes and murderous intent.

"What if they come! If we die, you will definitely be on the road first!"

"That's right, you bunch of demon cubs, all deserve to die!"

"Let me slap him too!"

A cultivator couldn't help it, and stepped forward to slap him.

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

This miserable appearance also made the rest of the Phantom Demon Clan panic.

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

"Shut up!"

A general immediately shouted, and then smiled at the cultivators in a flattering way: "Look, we are all tied up by you, and you can beat and scold us. You can vent your anger."

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

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

"Life is the most important. Everyone, listen to my advice and leave quickly."

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

"Bah!"

A strong cultivator rushed over and spit a mouthful of thick phlegm on the general's face.

"Save your life?

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

"That's right, what you did to us is worth cutting into pieces!"

"If it weren't for the benefactors saying that there is a better way to retaliate against you, do you think you can live until now?"

The cultivators laughed, they were looking forward to the better methods from the benefactors.

If the benefactors didn't bring a better method, they would kill these phantom demons no matter what, even if they died, they would take revenge!

At this moment, the Great Ming Sword Saint came from a distance like a golden ray, and landed in front of the cultivators in the blink of an eye.

"Sword Saint Senior, how are you injured?"

One cultivator widened his eyes, he found that the aura of the Great Ming Sword Saint had changed, the old aura had dissipated, and he became full of energy instead.

"Sword Saint Senior seems to have changed. In the past, I felt that he was like a stunning sword, but now he has become just like an ordinary person..."

"But the senior is obviously in better condition than before. He left with several benefactors. I wonder what he experienced?"

The cultivators were amazed. The appearance and figure of the Sword Saint of the Ming Dynasty have returned to the state of middle age. Such a good change surprised them.

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

The Sword Saint of the Ming Dynasty couldn't help but smile and touched his smooth face.

"There is a great power in my human race. This great power helped me break through to the realm of the Saint. It is a grace of rebirth!"

"What?

There is such a great power in my human race?"

"Sword Saint Senior became a Saint?

How is this possible!?"

"Didn't you say that the Saint has become a legend and cannot be achieved in the world?

Sword Saint Senior, are you kidding?"

The human cultivators were shocked and spoke one after another.

The Sword Saint of the Ming Dynasty had a serious face and said in a low voice: "How can I joke about such a thing? Since you don't believe it, just feel the pressure of the saint!"

After the words fell, the body of the Sword Saint of the Ming Dynasty shook violently, and then a strong pressure spread out.

In the blink of an eye, all the cultivators present felt their bodies sink, as if a mountain was pressing on their shoulders.

The Phantom Demons who were tied up 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 also had a glimmer of enlightenment in their hearts that the Sword Saint of the Ming Dynasty was indeed a saint.

In their perception, the Sword Saint of the Ming Dynasty, who had already completely restrained his aura and looked like an ordinary mortal, suddenly turned into a blazing fire sun.

The vast and powerful power made the 40,000 cultivators feel excited and couldn't help but clench their fists.

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

"The Sword Saint has become a saint, and our human race has a saint!"

"You demon cubs, your good days are over! Even if the army arrives, what can you do?

The Sword Saint of the Ming Dynasty is worthy of his name, he can destroy your army alone!"

The human cultivators laughed and mocked the group of phantom demons.

As soon as these words came out, the group of phantom demons became even more panic-stricken, and the timid ones even wet their pants.

They felt the pressure of the Sword Saint of the Ming Dynasty very clearly. This was indeed a saint, an existence that surpassed ordinary cultivators and had evolved in life level.

Not to mention that they were tied up at the moment, even if they were free, they would be easily slaughtered by the Sword Saint of the Ming Dynasty.

"Everyone, I will not be the only one who achieves sainthood, you also have a chance."

The Sword Saint of the Ming Dynasty dispersed his pressure and smiled gently: "This lord treats the human race wholeheartedly. As long as you work hard, you will have a chance to become a saint."

"Okay!"

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

We wanted to express our gratitude to this lord in the past. "

"Yes, this lord led the crowd to save us, which is a great favor. We must thank him in person."

The cultivators responded one after another.

"No hurry."

The Great Ming Sword Saint smiled and waved his hands, "Before, the benefactors said that we should give back what we have received, but I didn't know what it meant."

"But after meeting the lord, I understand."

He waved his hand, and the magic thought bags fell to the ground one by one.

"Please look, everyone, this thing is the magic thought bag, which is the reward from the lord for everyone to take revenge."

"Magic thought bag?"

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

When their thoughts touched the bags, they immediately understood the effect of the bags, and they all showed ecstasy.

"Hahaha! Good, a good way to give back what we have received, turn these demon cubs into our slaves, and let them fight with their own kind, what can be more satisfying than this! "

"Such a great favor is beyond my ability to repay. I am willing to follow this lord, and I will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

"You bunch of demon cubs, it's your turn to suffer this pain!"

The cultivators were filled with hatred, and their eyes were cold as they stared at the Phantom Demon warriors.

These warriors were stared at with such eyes, and they felt as if they were falling into an ice cave. They felt that these human cultivators were the devil.

"Let you taste this first!"

A tall and thin cultivator stepped forward first, looking at the Phantom Demon general who had shouted before, asking them to escape, and opened the brocade bag with his mind, and wisps of demonic thoughts flew out.