"The mask...is the Mask Taoist!"

"Why is he here?!"

"Something's wrong. His aura is very confusing. What kind of cultivation strength does he have?"

"Nonsense, what else do I need to say? Even this old boy who is killing me is forced to be so embarrassed!"

"What kind of method does this masked Taoist use?"

"I will kill the masked Taoist. My young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect will die in the hands of this man!"

…

Looking at the frantic old demon who was fighting in a panic, Li Feiyu's mind was focused on those around him...

Tian Zihua indeed didn’t come!

But it was an alchemy monk who was almost thirty years old!

The alchemy monks from both the good and evil sides came over, and even friends——

Old monster Qiong!

He sensed the aura of the old monster Qiong and had to put away the invisible needle magic weapon and replaced it with the blood evil sword!

"The Blood Demon Ancestor really died in your hands!"

"The Li brothers also died in your hands!"

"Who are you?"

"You are very abnormal. A few years ago, you were just a fake elixir... But now you can not only kill the elixir, but you also have such strength..."

The crazy old demon identified the bloody sword and felt awe-inspiring in his heart.

He looked at the masked Taoist...,

The more I think about it, the more something feels wrong!

In a short period of time, Masked Taoist's strength has improved so quickly!

The words of the crazy old demon also made the demon-forming monks who came over showed strange expressions.

All eyes were focused on Li Feiyu!

"Mask Taoist...it's a bit interesting..."

The figure of the old monster Qiong appeared out of the lake, looked at Li Feiyu not far away, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Boy, why don't you run away?"

"If you are not a monk of the Three Kingdoms Alliance, we will not help you!"

"These pill-forming old demons are all powerful and ferocious demons. Is it possible that you still want to fight one against ten, or against twenty?"

The old monster Qiong’s eyes flashed.
Chapter completed!