Clan Cultivation: Starting with Liver Experience

Wisdom is the foundation for humankind to stand in this chaotic environment of demons and monsters.

Even ordinary people without cultivation are as smart as the Demon King.

Therefore, if there is no demon king in the Kuiyin River, and with their own methods, the possibility of them successfully crossing the river will be greatly increased.

"We will explore again. If the Demon King is still not found, we will prepare to cross the river."

Hearing the order from Xi, the male cultivator from before did not hesitate at all. He took out the formation plate and started a new round of exploration.

After the investigation was completed, the male cultivator holding the array plate nodded to Wen Xi.

"Walk!"

When Wen Xi saw this, he gave the order decisively.

After everyone stood up, Wen Xi's message suddenly sounded in Nie Yuyao's ears: "Junior sister Nie, when we cross the river later, please follow me closely, so that I can take action in time if there is any danger."

Hearing this, Nie Yuyao's yin and yang eyes did not waver at all. She still went her own way and walked in the middle of the team.

Of course she knew that this mission was caused by the contemporary saint of their Yin Yang Sect.

The purpose is very simple, which is to keep her away from the main battlefield. In this way, she will not be able to achieve great feats, and her status as a saint will naturally be as stable as Mount Tai.

Moreover, Nie Yuyao also knew that Wen Xi's participation in this mission was also the method of their saint. What they expected was for him to force himself on a whim. By then, the rice would be cooked, and he would not compete with her for the saint. The female passed on.

It's a pity.

What the saint didn't know was that she had already lost the qualification to compete for the saint.

All that is being done now is just to deceive others.

"Huchi~huchi~"

Under the dim sky, several embarrassed figures were running wildly through the mountains and forests.

The man in the lead was a tall man with messy hair. He was Xuezi Wenxi of the Blood Refining Sect. Behind him, Nie Yuyao's mask was half broken at the moment, leaving a trace of blood on his exposed lips.

"Fellow Daoist Wen, it's almost catching up with me. I can't cover it up anymore."

The male cultivator holding the formation disk looked pale. He looked at the crazily shaking formation disk and said in a rapid voice.

"Damn it, didn't the intelligence say that there is no demon king in the lair? Why is it that we are almost two thousand miles away from Kuiyin Mountain, and we can actually encounter a third-level intermediate demon king who is breastfeeding."

Wen Xi's body had shrunk to just over two meters at this moment. Although he was still impressive, his aura was much weaker than before.

Along the way, their mission was very successful. They broke into more than 20 monster lairs and killed everyone in them. They successfully restrained the minds of ten monster kings approaching the main battlefield.

However, they did not expect that just one day ago, when they followed the intelligence and went to a monster lair on the top of the mountain, they suddenly discovered that there was a third-level intermediate purple-winged bat king in the lair.

As the demon king, the Purple Winged Bat King naturally has channels to know what happened recently.

After seeing the Wenxi people, he immediately put down the young bats in the nest and started to kill them.

Fortunately, the six of them are the best in each sect. Facing this third-level intermediate demon king alone may be a disaster, but if they face it together, they can actually struggle.

However, under the attack of the Demon King, they still suffered from attrition. A male cultivator from the Sword Emperor Sect was clawed to pieces by the Purple Winged Bat King and died on the spot.

When Wen Xi heard the words, without saying a word, his speed increased again, and he rushed towards the distance like a sharp arrow.

"Fellow Daoist Wen, wait for us."

The monk holding the formation plate saw his figure getting further and further away, and couldn't help shouting.

What responded to him was Wen Xi's back getting farther and farther away, and the messy breathing around him.

"What a naive and righteous monk. He is a demon cultivator. How could he stop for you, let alone risk his life for you?"

Nie Yuyao said sarcastically while galloping.

I don’t know whether he was mocking the naivety of the Fuqi Sect monk, or mocking Wen Xi’s cold and decisive attitude.

"But didn't our sect sign an agreement not to kill each other until the war is over?"

"I just said that we are not allowed to kill each other, but we did not say that we are not allowed to die without saving our lives."

Another female cultivator from the Flower Burial Pavilion curled her lips, and her sharp voice pierced the remaining fantasy of the male cultivator from the Fuqi Sect.

The male cultivator of Fuqi Sect slowed down involuntarily as if he was struck by lightning.

"It's over, I still got hit by Wen Xi's blood puppet."

Seeing this, the female cultivator from the Flower Burial Pavilion shook her head and hurried forward.

With this "good teammate" holding the purple-winged bat king back, she could create a considerable distance.

The one who was faster than her was Nie Yuyao. With just a tap of her feet, she flew forward a large distance. She quickly surpassed the female cultivator in the Flower Burial Pavilion and headed straight for the direction where Wen Xi disappeared.

Not long after, a shrill howl sounded from the mountain forest, followed by a violent explosion, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was squeezed to all sides.

Feeling the fluctuations of spiritual energy hitting her body, Nie Yuyao's heart tightened for no reason. She understood that she was being targeted by the demon king.

"Boom!"

Thick purple thunder fell from the sky, tearing apart the heavy lead clouds, and struck without reservation in a vast mountain forest.

Lu Ya sat cross-legged on the roof of the City Lord's Mansion, watching the thunder and lightning in the distant sky without any disturbance in his heart.

After watching for a few minutes, he waved his hand casually, and a bolt of lightning as thick as an adult's arm instantly struck the ridge tiles dozens of meters away, causing a wave of fluctuations before returning to its original state.

The Palm Thunder in Transformation Realm is completely transformed, and there is almost no trace of the Palm Thunder.

Lu Ya's every move was accompanied by thunder, which was extremely powerful.

After pondering for a while, Lu Ya looked up to where the thunder and lightning were in the distance.

After looking at it for a moment, his eyes suddenly condensed.

He saw a purple-winged bat suddenly rush out from the leaden dark clouds in the distance. From such a distance, in Lu Ya's eyes, the bat was still the size of an ordinary house sparrow. If he put it close, it would be more than ten meters or even larger. The wingspan is definitely that of a demon beast at the level of a demon king.

Looking at the direction, they were still heading towards their Yongze City.

"Fellow Daoist Li, there is a demon king coming. Be prepared for the city defense formation to be attacked."

Lu Ya stood up, sent a message to Li Xiaoxu in the side hall, and then went straight to the city wall.

The man was in mid-air, and his voice had been transmitted to every corner of the city through the city defense formation.

Suddenly, countless monks rushed out from their residences, restaurants, and city caves, following Lu Ya like sharp arrows, heading towards the city wall.

Lu Ya stood on the city wall with some surprise in his eyes.

The demon king-level bat was swooping down to the ground from time to time, seemingly attacking something.

But the distance was too far, and Lu Ya couldn't see clearly what it was attacking even with his eyesight.

However, as time passed, the Bat Demon King got closer and closer, and Lu Ya finally saw clearly that it was clearly attacking a man and two women, a total of three monks.