Chapter 312 The Three Heavenly Fragrance Saints

After hearing this, the Three Saints of Tianxiang looked stunned. They noticed that there was a bloody demonic energy rising into the sky, so they came here to investigate. After the three people arrived, they saw five blood-colored demon flags stationed around the Bai Mansion, obviously intending to harm the Bai Mansion. Tianxiang Pavilion was originally a force secretly supported by the Tianmo Sect, and was engaged in the largest trading business in the world of immortal cultivation in the Great Zhou Dynasty. Seeing the attack on Bai Mansion, the three of them naturally could not sit back and ignore it. Then I came over to take a look.

At this moment, dozens of figures suddenly escaped from the Bai Mansion. The leader is Bai Peng. His face showed a dark and evil look of anger at first, but when he saw Wu Yan's appearance clearly, he laughed evilly and said: "Who do I think you are, daring to act wild in this general's house, but it turns out to be you, kid?" . This is really hard to find, it takes no effort at all! Boy, it saves me a lot of effort to die by myself!"

There was blood in Wu Yan's eyes, and he stared at Bai Peng coldly, saying: "Bai Peng, you tore up the immortal oath, wantonly slaughtered hundreds of thousands of mortals in Wucheng, and slaughtered my people. Such atrocities will definitely be punished by God. Today, you will be punished by God. , I will also punish you from heaven, massacre the Bai Mansion, and sacrifice blood to Garuda City!"

"Hahahahaha! It's so funny! This brat who talks so shamelessly really doesn't know how to live or die. Do you regret that you didn't take the opportunity to kill me? Tsk, tsk, alas, a woman's kindness is hard to come by. Someone, please pass on my general's order to seal off Garuda City. I'm going to have fun with this kid to death today." Bai Peng smiled evilly, frowned slightly at the human altar Wu Yan was stepping on, and said: "A bunch of trash, even a dozen people can't take down this kid, Bai Yang. You guys!”

The three saints of Tianxiang in the sky had a look of astonishment on their faces. They naturally heard what Wu Yan just said to them, and they initially believed it. After all, no one would be crazy enough to dare to run wild in Jialou City, and they would even brazenly promise to kill Bai Mansion. Moreover, what Wu Yan said is also in line with Bai Peng's usual style of doing things.

However, when the three of them heard the conversation between Wu Yan and Bai Peng, the expressions on their faces were a little ugly. Of course the three of them, as Nascent Soul stage monks, had heard of the Immortal Oath. If what Wu Yan said is true, today's matter will be really difficult.

As an elder of the Tianmo Sect, you can control this matter or not. After all, they are only responsible for matters related to Tianxiang Pavilion. Even the leader of Tianmo Sect does not dare to make excessive demands on other matters related to Tianmo Sect. However, Bai Weichen always has a tendency to retaliate. If you take care of this matter today, it will be equivalent to involving yourself in the cause and effect of tearing up the immortal oath. If he doesn't care, Bai Mochen will definitely make irresponsible remarks within the sect in the future.

"Amitabha! Bai Peng, is what this person said true?" Zen Master Zhihai asked Bai Peng with his hands clasped together and his eyebrows raised.

Bai Peng glanced sideways at Zen Master Zhihai, and said impatiently: "What's true, so what if it's fake? Zhihai, are your eyes broken? This kid is stepping on the subordinates of this general, you take the first step. Appeared, why didn’t you stop it?”

"You! Bai Peng, I, the Three Saints of Tianxiang, are not your subordinates, nor are they under the control of Commander Bai. Hmph, you are so arrogant, I don't care about this matter. Whether you live or die, it is you, Commander Bai, who brought it upon you!" Hearing Bai Peng's arrogant words, he originally wanted to stop Wu Yan's Bujia peace talks, but they both shook their sleeves and fled towards Tianxiang Pavilion in the west of the city.

Zen Master Zhihai also had a hint of undisguised sullenness on his face. The Three Saints of Tianxiang are not just any Nascent Soul Stage monks. Nabuja's vision for identifying treasures was extremely vicious. When he came just now, he could see the origin of the five bloody demon flags released by Wu Yan at a glance, and he could also see the origin of the flying sword, the natal magic weapon that Wu Yan had trapped the Baifu monk. Tan Ji is equally good at identifying spiritual insects and beasts. However, the immortal sky-swallowing insects are mutant spiritual insects. Although he did not see the origin of the more than a thousand spiritual insects released by Wu Yan with a flick of his sleeve, he had a rough understanding of the power of this insect. .

The three of them had just communicated with their spiritual thoughts, and were hesitating whether to remind Bai Peng or even to help. But right now, it seems that it is no longer necessary. Whether the people in the White House are dead or alive, what does it have to do with them? What's more, after the three of them saw Wu Yan's hands, they were no longer confident about whether they could capture him.

"Okay, okay, okay! Hahaha, the future generations are terrible! Since there are deep grievances between you, how can I interfere? You can do it for yourself!" Zen Master Zhihai glanced at Bai Peng with a smile, and then followed. go.

Wu Yan suddenly raised his hand to Zen Master Zhihai, and then raised his voice: "Master Zhihai, stay here, I have something to say!"

Zen Master Zhihai paused, turned around and looked at Wu Yan with a gloomy face, and said coldly: "Why, what else do you have to do?"

"The Zen Master is an eminent Buddhist monk with a compassionate heart. I am about to do what the butcher did, and I don't want to implicate the ordinary people of Garuda City in suffering due to revenge. The Zen Master can send away the people of Garuda City before the younger generation slaughters the city." Wu Yan He frowned, hesitated for a moment, and finally made a decision.

"Hahaha!"

Unexpectedly, after he finished speaking, before Zen Master Zhihai could say anything else, Bai Peng and all the monks in the Bai Mansion looked at Wu Yan like crazy fools, and laughed loudly.

Even Zen Master Zhihai showed a funny smile on his originally angry face when he heard Wu Yan's shameless words.

"Your name is Wu Yan, right? I've been traveling in the world of immortality for many years, and I've never seen such an arrogant monk like you. Hahaha, I'm assuming I haven't been here before. If you are destined to leave this city, I will definitely ask you for advice. One or two. Or, you really have some tricks, but I'd better advise you to do it yourself!" As he said that, Zen Master Zhihai smiled bitterly and shook his head, turning into a ray of light and heading west.

Before leaving, he murmured in a low voice: "Today's young monks are really arrogant and vain. Haha, massacre the city? Massacre the Garuda City? If you really have the ability, even if you kill it, I will be an outsider. I don’t care about your nonsense..."

When Bai Peng saw the Three Saints of Tianxiang leaving, a hint of evil flashed in his eyes, but he didn't seem to take the three people's departure too seriously. He looked at Wu Yan sarcastically, and was about to speak again when he suddenly heard a series of screams coming from Wu Yan's feet.

"Ah! General, help me! The magic pill is about to burst..."

"Brother, save me! I don't want to die, please save me!"

The cry for help also came from under his feet at the same time.

At this moment, the blood around Wu Yan was so intense that it formed a blood mist, and the violent and thick bloody air dispersed in an instant.

These people regained consciousness, which only means that the blood sacrifice has been completed and the Jingguan blood sacrifice has begun!

But at this moment, Wu Yan was wrapped in blood mist, and a faint shadow of the Blood Demon King seemed to be emerging from his body, frantically absorbing the surrounding essence and blood mist!

Inside, Wu Yan's face turned pale from extreme pain. In the induction of his spiritual consciousness, dozens of undead sky-devouring insects around him were swallowed up by the resurrected demon king's phantom in his body in an instant.

Wu Yan was horrified. In a flash of his mind, he dispersed all the undead sky-devouring insects around him and fled to every corner of Jialou City.

Since the city is going to be massacred, then let’s just massacre it in an earth-shattering way!

What's more, if he wants to break through the Baifu's protective formation and massacre everyone in the Baifu, he still needs to use more bodies to fill the Jingguan altar.

According to his current spiritual consciousness cultivation level, it is still not able to completely cover the entire Garuda City. However, if the split spiritual consciousness is attached to the immortal sky-devouring insect, the range can be expanded several times.

"How dare you, you bastard! Let me kill that kid and rescue those dozen losers!" Bai Peng was furious, pointed his halberd at Wu Yan, and shouted to the dozens of monks behind him.

In the Bai Mansion, there are currently at least fifty monks from the Demon Sect in the Dan-formation stage. These people were all demon generals who secretly rushed to this city from various places after receiving military orders from the Demon Mansion. The demon generals of the Demon Mansion have always been at the command of the White Demon Commander. They originally gathered in Jialou City and should have gone to the Duwei Mansion to report. However, the captain in charge of Garuda City now is Violet. Bai Peng has always hated Zi Luo Lan, so he summoned all these people to Bai Mansion in the name of his father.

In addition to the dozen or so alchemy-level monks at the feet of Wu Yan, and the more than thirty alchemy-level monks behind Bai Peng, they were all the demon generals who came to Jialou City this time.

As soon as Bai Peng finished speaking, more than thirty monks in the alchemy stage had already sacrificed their magic weapons and rushed towards Wu Yan.

Wu Yan looked at the group of monks rushing toward him. Not only was he not afraid at all, but he laughed wildly and said loudly: "Bai Peng, today I will let you feel for yourself what it feels like to lose a loved one! However, people like you A cold and heartless person may not be sad, so I have prepared several gadgets for you to try!"

As he spoke, Wu Yan frantically played out magic spells one after another, and shouted one after another: "Forbidden! Forbidden! Forbidden..."

The blood-colored demonic flags on all sides shook wildly, and black demonic winds visible to the naked eye came whistling. The more than 30 demon generals in the Core Formation stage who rushed over lost control of their magic weapons. When blown by the demonic wind, some shattered into ashes on the spot, some cracked, and some solidified. If you don’t move, your spirituality will be completely lost.

The owners of those magic weapons all had panic expressions on their faces, and they were shocked to find that their physical bodies were no longer under their control.

Bai Peng was even more unlucky. He didn't even have time to take out the magic treasure, and his physical body was trapped. However, he is an orthodox demonic monk, so although his body is restrained, he can still speak. He was shocked and exclaimed: "How is it possible?! How is it possible?! I have just successfully cultivated the Nine-Son Andrographis Paniculata. Go ahead, Wu Yan, do you dare to have a fair fight with me?"

Wu Yan ignored him, directly fired a magic spell, and shouted: "Photograph!"

The bodies of the more than thirty Demon Generals in the Alchemy Stage floating in the formation were involuntarily taken to Wu Yan's feet and became the flesh and blood foundation of the Jingguan altar.

As for Bai Peng, Wu Yan had no intention of letting him go just like that. Wu Yan grabbed Bai Peng with his big hand, and Bai Peng was already in his hand. Wu Yan first searched him up and down again, then bared his teeth, stared at him sinisterly and sneered: "I'm also very interested in the magical power of Nine Sons of Andrographis paniculata. Why don't you take it out and let me appreciate it?" how?"

As he said that, Wu Yan grabbed it with his big hand, directly scratched through the White Peng Demon Seed Blood Mansion, and grabbed a blooming black ink lotus demon treasure in the palm of his hand.