Chapter 3375
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"Look!" Qing Changfeng, the Dao Integration Venerable of the Spirit Race, screamed and pointed to the other side of the battlefield.
The followers looked in the direction he was pointing and saw several neatly arranged corpses, including a large number of silver-winged and golden-winged cultivators of the Spirit Race, as well as the corpses of a Tribulation Transcender from the Qianshu Celestial Clan and the Honghe Great Realm.
"My God!" The people who came gasped, their eyes flickering.
Looking at the cultivation base of the deceased, one could calculate the strength of their opponents when they were alive! Even a powerful Tribulation Transcender had died, let alone the disciples of the Spirit Race who had asked for help.
The angry killing intent on his face quickly dissipated, and a graceful and amiable expert stepped out from the Spirit Race's ranks.
Yunzhong Lou strode forward and bowed slightly to Shen Cundao, Mu Dan, and Situ Haoyue with a smile.
"You three seem to be … fellow daoists from the Flame Leaving Realm?" Yunzhong Lou had a photographic memory, especially after the incident where the Eight-Realm Immortal Palace's Demon-suppressing Grand Ancestor crushed two Thunder Origin Tribulation Transcenders with his bare hands, so he remembered the faces of Li Yan and the other Dao Venerables, as well as the face of the little girl who had a photographic memory.
"I'm Yunzhong Lou, the master of the Gentle Wind Realm."
After introducing himself, Yunzhong Lou pointed to the place where the corpses were and asked softly, "Fellow daoists, may I ask what happened here? Also, how did several powerful cultivators of my Spirit Race die? "
The other party's attitude was relatively polite, so Shen Cundao naturally cupped his hands and answered in a clear voice.
"Fellow Daoist Yunzhong, you're a step late. This place is a spatial trap of the Demonic Immortal Beast. There are no less than a hundred thousand soldiers stationed here, and there are many third-step, fourth-step, and even Dao Integration Stage heavenly demons. That Demonic Immortal Beast not only has an immortal rank cultivation base, but it is also good at folding space and manipulating corpse puppets. When we came here, the Gentle Wind Cultivators who had fallen into this formation had unfortunately died. "
Shen Cundao explained the whole story in a few words.
Originally, the Gentle Wind Spirit Race was still doubtful of Shen Cundao's words. After all, according to Li Yan, so many powerhouses had died under the claws of the Devil Immortal Beasts. Even the Tribulation Transcender of the Hong River Tribe had died. With Li Yan's battle prowess, how could there be only injuries and no deaths?
However, before they could voice out their doubts, the Spirit Race powerhouses saw a familiar-looking red-haired tyrant rapidly approaching them with devilish footsteps!
Imprinted in his mind was the Bone Sacrifice Technique and the Dragon Slaying Cross Mantra directly inherited by Zhen Xiaoxiao. Uncle Taotie's expression was solemn.
"Oh my god! It's that Tyrant Demon Suppression! "
"Yes, I'm not mistaken!"
"If he's here, then killing the Fiend Immortal Beast will be a piece of cake! After all, back then, that person easily crushed a Tribulation Transcender to death! " The people of the Spirit Race gasped. The moment they saw the Demon Suppressing Taotie, there was only respect and fear on their faces.
Yunzhong Lou was probably the only one among all the Spirit Race cultivators who looked at Zhen Xiaoxiao, who was standing in front of the Demon Suppressing Taotie.
"It's that little girl again! It's that little girl again! "
After not seeing her for a long time, the uneasy thoughts in his heart seemed to have become more intense. Yunzhong Lou was so excited that his whole body trembled. Then, he suddenly turned around and slapped his face.
Oh no!
The Realm Master's old habit of self-harming was acting up again! Since coming to the Dao Integration Battlefield, the Realm Master had been suffering from an incurable disease!
Seeing such a scene, the Gentle Wind Spirit Race cultivators all had a headache.
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