I saw Yunlong's front paws buckled against the forehead of a bronze doll and could not find it in.

"warehouse--"

With a sword roar, the bronze doll flashed with a cold light, sweeping the cloud dragon into two pieces.

Yunlong struggled to recover, and the sword light rose again and instantly thorned it into pieces.

"Good baby!"

A look of surprise appeared in Blackchi's eyes, and several cloud dragons flew out and collided with the bronze doll.

The doll swung its long sword, shattered all the cloud dragons, and then flew into the sword and rushed towards the Demon Cultivation Ink Pool.

"Golden Pill Realm!" Mo Chi's eyes were even more happy, and she laughed loudly, and cloud dragons that diverged from her hands once again pushed the doll back.

"This is really an unexpected surprise!" Mo Chi reached out and his palm turned into dark scales and grabbed the bronze doll's shoulders.

"Bang!"

The bronze doll's shoulder was buckled, and the doll also grabbed Mochi's scales.

"Good baby, this is mine!"

Mo Chi laughed loudly. He was about to urge all his magic to soak the bronze doll, but he felt the spiritual energy around him move, and then he widened his eyes.

One.

Two.

...

Eight bronze dolls, each holding swords in his hands, surrounded him.

"I want to kill someone."

Zhao Yang's voice rang outside the encirclement.

"This, how is this possible..."

Looking at the eight bronze dolls around him, Mo Chi's eyes were dull and he couldn't believe it.

A doll in the realm of Golden Pill is already priceless and much more precious than ordinary magic weapons.

These eight priests are even the seventh-grade sect in the family, and they can’t be taken out...

After crossing the bronze man wall, he saw Zhao Yang's cold face.

He really wants to kill himself!

"I, I know how to refine weapons!" Seeing that the dolls were ready to take action, Mo Chi hurriedly shouted.

"warehouse--"

The sword shadow flew over, and before he could see clearly, the long swords were already at his vital point, making him dare not move at all.

"I have no prejudice against demon cultivators, but I don't like those demon cultivators who do evil things."

Zhao Yang walked over step by step and looked at the magic cultivator Mochi who did not dare to move at all.

"I, villain, villain will not do evil, nor will he do evil..." Mo Chi's forehead was covered with cold sweat, his body was stiff, and he said in a trembling voice.

The demon cultivator has always been famous for his strange skills and difficult-to-understand behaviors. But at this time, Mochi had no choice.

Those bronze dolls have no emotion at all. They only need a thought of the young man in front of him to stab him into a skewer.

"I didn't do evil?"

Zhao Yang walked forward and stared in his eyes.

"No, no..."

Zhao Yang reached out and uncovered the mask of the demon cultivator in front of him, revealing a pale and thin face.

At about fifty years old, he was a little cunning and full of panic.

In the face of absolute strength, the Golden Pill Realm will not be much calmer than a mortal.

Looking at the panic, Zhao Yang suddenly realized his mind.

In the world of cultivation, strength is ultimately the last confidence.

"But, I still want to kill someone..." Zhao Yang murmured in his mouth.

The demon cultivator showed a look of despair on his face, and he didn't know how to survive.

Zhao Yang looked at him, smiled mysteriously on his face, and then reached out to snap his fingers.

"Bang!"

"warehouse--"

Countless swords roared into one sound, countless sword shadows flew, and bronze dolls rushed through quickly.

A hundred feet away, blood splashed.

When the ten bronze dolls stopped, Hua Fengyuan, who was covered in blood, showed his body.

Zhao Yang was full of disgust for this person.

For the sake of one's own selfish desires, he completely disregards the life and death of his fellow practitioners. Even for the sake of practicing swords, even the practitioners of this sect do not let go.

So just now when the ancestor Tianhong reminded him, he decided to kill this guy.

Ten bronze dolls set up a killing formation. When this guy approached quietly, he then suddenly burst out with a sword, leaving no chance.

Just as Zhao Yang said himself, he just wants to kill someone now.

When he came to the Northern Region, he saw simple practitioners like Mu Canghe and others, but more so, he felt that there was no real order here.

Like the Dayu Dynasty, the order that allows low-level practitioners to survive.

There are ten bronze dolls!

The demon cultivator Mo Chi widened his eyes and shivered all over.

What kind of person did he offend and what kind of power is behind him!

What kind of background can only be used to show the eighteen bronze dolls?

"I knew you had a backup plan, but I didn't expect you to be such a strong backup plan..." Old Ancestor Tianhong muttered, looking at the eighteen bronze dolls full of envy.

Zhao Yang smiled, and his divine thoughts communicated with the ancestor Tianhong. The ancestor Tianhong smiled and his illusory figure floated out.

He landed beside Mo Chi and reached out to press his head.

Mo Chi, who was originally full of panic, showed a look of pain on his face, his face trembled, and blue veins swelled on his forehead.

After about a cup of tea, the demon cultivator had collapsed on the ground and screamed.

It was not until this time that the ancestor Tianhong stopped and said lightly: "Okay, from now on, he dare not speak about the west. If he has a hint of betrayal of you, he will immediately be worse than death."

Zhao Yang nodded and looked at Mochi crawling on the ground.

"Greetings, Master..." Mo Chi, who was soaked in sweat, struggled and lay in front of Zhao Yang.

"Tsk tsk, actually I don't want to keep you. But the senior said, you are still useful to me." Zhao Yang squatted down with a smile on his face: "Tell me, what's the use of you to me?"

"Master, the villain is very familiar with the Northern Region. What the master wants to know and where he wants to go, the villain can do it."

“Is there any more?”

"The villain has the ability to cultivate the golden elixir, and is still a weapon refiner, who can do something for the master."

"The villain knows a lot of news about the Demon Sect and can provide reference for the master."

...

Seeing Mo Chi lying on the ground and talking about his role repeatedly, Zhao Yang stood up with a chuckle.

After all, the ancestor Tianhong is a powerful person who is out of the body. Even if his physical body is not present at this time and his cultivation is completely gone, there is no problem with the power of the soul to imprison a Jindan demon cultivator.

Just now, the ancestor Tianhong proposed to acquire this rather cunning demon cultivator, which could help Zhao Yang quickly gain a foothold in the Northern Region.

Now, having such an old fried dough stick can indeed save Zhao Yang a lot of trouble.

"Get up, tell me, where should I go now?" Zhao Yang kicked Mo Chi up and then looked at him.

Mo Chi was silent for a moment, then quickly brought into the role, bowed and said, "The master wants to gain a foothold in the Northern Region, and all four major forces can go."

"Can you go? Can the Spirit Demon Tribe go too?"

Seeing Zhao Yang looking at him, Mo Chi hurriedly said, "With the master's bloodline power, he can naturally go to the Spirit Demon Tribe. The strongest demon ancestors in the Spirit Demon Tribe are all half-demons whose bloodlines and the Spirit Demon Bloodline are combined, just like the master."

Half demon?

Seeing that Zhao Yang was curious, Mo Chi understood and explained the half demon.

It turns out that like Zhao Yang, there are many people who have obtained the bloodline of the Spirit Demon Clan. Their practice speed is very fast and their combat power is even stronger.

These people will be invited by the Spirit Demon Clan to become worshipped by their tribe.

Because these people have the bloodline of the Spirit Demon Clan, they are also close to the Spirit Demon Clan. Most of them will accept invitations or issue statements to protect the Spirit Demon Clan.

Zhao Yang was silent. This was exactly the same as the form of Buddhist practice just now...
Chapter completed!