Chapter 312: Wild Song Emerges, Drought Demon Appears

Liu Yingxue pouted her little mouth angrily.

She couldn't understand why, as soon as that handsome brother came, her cute Sister Xueyi forgot her on the side.

Zhang Xingyu looked at Shen Xueyi and led Liu Yingxue to the side.

He didn't want to eat dog food.

Wang Yuyi and Shen Xueyi, the two stared at each other, clearly having hit it off.

The old beggar hadn't come out for a long time, and he didn't know if he had encountered any trouble.

Maybe we should go to the palace to take a look, he thought.

He and Demon King Hali led Liu Yingxue toward the palace.

Just as they reached the palace gate, a heaven-shaking loud noise suddenly came from behind.

The three turned their heads to look and discovered that Wang Yuyi and Shen Xueyi, who were still being lovey-dovey, had already disappeared.

A crack several feet wide appeared in the center of the square.

From the crack, red light burst out.

Immediately following, ropes of red fire drilled out from the crack.

After the red ropes filled the square, the crack made a clattering sound again.

Before long, a head flashing with red light slowly squeezed out from the crack.

Everyone then discovered that those red fire ropes were actually the long hair growing on top of this head.

"Thirsty!"

The head let out a loud shout toward the sky.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Responding to it were bolts of thunder and electric light.

"Monster, die!"

"Drought Demon, pay with your life!"

At the same time, angry shouts rang out all around.

I don't know when, a group of cultivators appeared on the east side of the square.

They held magic tools and were constantly launching attacks at the Drought Demon.

Zhang Xingyu looked closely and discovered that these cultivators were all wearing the attire of the Ten Thousand Laws Immortal Gate.

The leader had sword-like brows and star-like eyes, and was imposing. This person was wearing a purple Daoist robe embroidered with eight golden flowers.

Seeing this person's attire, Zhang Xingyu judged this person's identity at a glance.

Ten Thousand Laws Immortal Gate 8th True Transmission, Chu Kuangge.

The sect rules of the Ten Thousand Laws Immortal Gate stipulated that outer sect disciples wear black robes, inner sect disciples wear blue robes, personal disciples wear white robes, and True Transmission disciples wear purple robes.

For the ranking of True Transmission disciples, the sect also had regulations. The sect's True Transmission disciples are ranked every hundred years; the True Transmission disciple ranked first can embroider one golden flower on the cuff, the second disciple embroider two golden flowers, and so on—ranked however many, embroider that many golden flowers.

This Chu Kuangge was a peerless genius of the Ten Thousand Laws Immortal Gate, encountered once in a thousand years, practicing the sect-suppressing immortal method, the Nine Heavens Imperial Thunder True Formula. Having practiced for less than a thousand years, he had already entered the Nascent Soul Late Stage.

Chu Kuangge held a long sword, pointed his sword at the sky, and shouted constantly: "Above the nine heavens, divine light turns into thunder, obey my command, kill and destroy in all directions."

Beside him, Yuan Wushang was also working hard to pinch his fingers and chant incantations. Bolts of golden light flew from his fingertips, turning into golden swords and pouncing at the Drought Demon.

Zhang Xingyu frowned.

When did Chu Kuangge and Yuan Wushang come?

He didn't even have a hint of awareness about their arrival.

It seems he was still too careless.

"Thirsty!"

In the center of the square, the Drought Demon let out another loud roar.

It ignored the magic and sword light slashing from all around, just kept shouting thirsty.

Sword light danced, thunder roared.

The Drought Demon's body was covered in wounds.

Streams of fiery red magma flowed out from the wounds.

The Drought Demon finally felt pain.

"Roar!"

It let out an angry roar toward the sky, then opened its mouth and spat out a raging fire.

Where the fire passed, the three cultivators who were casting spells all became torches.

They wailed, rolled, and finally all turned into flying ash.

Chu Kuangge's face sank.

He didn't expect that just after facing this Drought Demon, casualties would appear among the senior and junior brothers he led.

"Retreat, everyone retreat ten zhang!"

Chu Kuangge shouted loudly.

"Retreat, everyone retreat ten zhang!"

Yuan Wushang shouted while retreating.

The besieging cultivators retreated, and the Drought Demon roared at the sky again: "Thirsty!"

F***!

Could this ghost thing have been thirsty to death?

Zhang Xingyu thought.

Just as he was slandering, the situation on the square changed again.

Two red shadows flew to the sky above the square.

One of them, wrapped in red firelight, was the Heaven's Pride from the Three Flavors Palace, Little Zhurong Duan Tianhuo.

The other one, riding on the back of a fiery red Qilin, was the True Transmission Disciple of the Divine Beast Sect, Fire Qilin Zhao Ruiling.

Zhao Ruiling shouted at Chu Kuangge below: "Old Seven Chu, hurry up and take your Ten Thousand Laws Immortal Gate people and get lost. This Drought Demon belongs to us now."

Chu Kuangge was furious upon hearing this.

He held his long sword upright and shouted the magic formula: "Above the nine heavens, divine light turns into thunder, obey my command, kill and destroy in all directions."

"Boom!"

In the void, nine heavenly thunders pounced down.

Zhao Ruiling laughed, and the long sword in his hand shone brightly.

"Boom!"

The sword light collided with the heavenly thunder, golden light shone, and thunder roared endlessly.

In the sky and on the ground, Zhao Ruiling and Chu Kuangge fought fiercely without stopping.

Duan Tianhuo watched for a while, then raised his hand and shot a fireball at Chu Kuangge.

Chu Kuangge dodged.

He pointed at Duan Tianhuo and cursed: "Duan Tianhuo, you turtle son, are you still shameless!"

Duan Tianhuo laughed loudly.

"Chu Kuangge, you are really a two-ha (idiot). Just now Senior Brother Zhao already said, this Drought Demon belongs to me and Senior Brother Zhao. You either hurry up and get lost, or have a fight with us."

Zhang Xingyu was watching the fun, when Liu Yingxue's scream suddenly came to his ears: "Grandpa!"

Zhang Xingyu looked back.

In front of him, the old beggar was standing at the palace gate, leaning against the wall.

His expression was listless, and his gray beard was covered with black blood.

"Hurry and go!"

The old beggar said to Zhang Xingyu.

After saying one sentence, the old beggar fell down.

"Grandpa!"

Liu Yingxue cried when she saw this.

Zhang Xingyu hurriedly stepped forward to support the old beggar.

The old beggar's mouth was bleeding, his breath was weak, and he was unconscious.

Zhang Xingyu took out a spirit pill and stuffed it into the old beggar's mouth.

He reached out and felt the old beggar's pulse.

The old beggar's pulse was faint and hard to find.

"Brother, hurry and save my grandpa! Please save my grandpa!"

Liu Yingxue begged from the side with tears in her eyes.

Zhang Xingyu nodded.

He input a bit of spiritual power into the old beggar's body.

The spiritual power wandered in the old beggar's body.

A moment later, he had already figured out the situation inside the old beggar's body clearly.

The old beggar's meridians were broken, his five internal organs were damaged, and he was afraid he wouldn't last long.

"Brother, how is my grandpa!" Liu Yingxue asked anxiously.

Zhang Xingyu shook his head.

Nothing can be done, what can be done.

"Grandpa! Grandpa!" Liu Yingxue cried bitterly.

"Brother, please, save my grandpa! You are gods, you must be able to save my grandpa!" The little girl held Zhang Xingyu's hand and begged non-stop.

"Sorry, it's not that Brother won't save him. Your grandpa's injuries are too heavy, Brother is also powerless." Zhang Xingyu explained helplessly.

The little girl cried bitterly.

Just then, a jade hand reached over.

"Use this." ===== CHAPTER 313 =====