Chapter 108: Fist Technique Warning

"Madam, there is an enemy invasion!" An eagle demon with black wings inserted on its back knelt half-way in front of Madam Chilian and reported.

"With such a big commotion, do you think I didn't hear it? Why tell me twice... That red-faced sword cultivator, the demonic chicken with golden eyes, the girl with endless talismans, and the other female cultivator who uses a sword... It's just that I don't know why the one who plays the zither is not there? He is the most dangerous among them. One tune of zither sound and thunder sound, killing you is like killing chickens."

Hearing the words "killing chickens," the pheasant spirit couldn't help but tremble all over.

Madam Chilian said impatiently: "They are all the group that sacrificed themselves in the broken temple, killing General Lang and General Willow... Now it is indeed as I said, they have all killed their way to the door. And you are all as trash as I thought... Being killed to the door, only then reporting to me."

"Madam... it's not just these few people, but there are others who have already broken into Qingyuan Cave." The pheasant spirit trembled and said.

"Oh?" Madam Chilian turned her head slightly, her long, narrow phoenix eyes revealing a slight interest. She put down the old prayer beads in her hand and laughed in a low voice: "Interesting, interesting... It's that zither player?... I really want to hear him play a tune. It's a pity that if he breaks into my husband's place, not only will he disturb my husband's peace, but he will also make the Lord angry."

"It's not..." The pheasant spirit didn't dare to breathe hard and whispered: "It's a little nun. With a wave of her hand, there is thunder light that cannot be seen or heard. As long as we meet her! We are blasted into pieces. Now she has killed a road of demons and is coming here."

"A bit interesting!... A little nun?"

Madam Chilian lifted her long, big white legs, and the long legs that occupied most of her body stretched out, stepped off the throne, and stood up.

"Fart!" At this time, a tall and upright man broke in, with a chest full of hair an inch thick, but he was a reincarnator. He bowed his head and said: "Madam, I saw it clearly. It's a black-clothed young man who uses demonic arts. With a wave of his hand, he pulls out blood-colored blade light. Those who are hit are all sucked dry of essence and blood, turning into dried corpses!"

"The nun on my side killed nineteen of our demon mouths between flicks of her fingers, and only the pangolin escaped!" The pheasant spirit sneered: "I have personally inspected it. The largest of the accumulated corpses and fragments is no bigger than my thumb. It's so cruel, could it be fake?" After saying this, an eye knife flew over.

The reincarnator revealed a mocking smile: "The black-clothed demon cultivator on my side has sword-like blade skills. In an instant, he dismembered the Rhino Instructor. The rhino armor that even ordinary flying swords can't break was easily cut like thin paper, and the wounds of the corpse pieces didn't have a drop of blood... And, I even brought the corpse!"

After saying this, the chest-haired man reached into his magic treasure bag and took out a head the size of a bucket. It was the Rhino Instructor.

At this time, the Rhino Instructor's head was quiet and docile, without its usual irritable appearance.

Madam Chilian picked up its head and gently stroked the neat wound on its neck, feeling the tough rhino skin easily cut like thin paper under the blade light. The wound was entangled with an awe-inspiring and fierce aura.

"This is a high-level demonic blade technique... It is not inferior to the magic taught by Lord Blood Demon. And, vaguely, it comes from the same source."

"It's just that the person using the blade is not very skilled... Not enough to be a worry!"

Madam Chilian threw the Rhino Instructor's head away casually.

The pheasant spirit had nothing to say. The scene of the nun killing people was too bloody, and several sisters vomited. They might be able to eat hearts and livers alive, but they still couldn't accept such a cruel way of death. And the corpses were all shattered, so she couldn't take a dustpan and shovel some for Madam to see, right? It would be strange if Madam didn't eat her alive!

At this time, Madam Chilian interrupted: "Alright! There is a familiar blade qi on the rhino horns. It wasn't him who did it. And haven't you thought that maybe two people came?"

A shadow wrapped in a cloak suddenly rushed into the cave. Its figure flickered and came to Madam Chilian's side, whispering. The chest-haired man looked at this scene with some jealousy. Looking closely, this figure was not wearing a cloak, but a wing membrane. It was a bat spirit.

Among all the demons in the demon cave, only this male could get so close to Madam Chilian.

Because he only counts as half a male, he is a eunuch...

He is the demon Madam Chilian trusts most, handling most of the demon cave affairs for her, and is also the big housekeeper here.

Madam Chilian listened to the whisper and suddenly laughed: "Interesting, interesting... You three, what each of you said is actually different. This is a handsome Buddhist monk, using Buddha light, with a Vajra body, indestructible, and great power. Three people, three answers, which one is true?"

Madam Chilian put her hand on her water-snake waist...

"Perhaps, all are true..."

Madam Chilian rested her hand on her slender waist...

The pheasant spirit exclaimed slightly: "Could it be another person?"

The toad demon holding the trident hadn't walked three steps before running to Madam Chilian, when a flick of a finger sounded. Its whole body swelled dozens of times like inflating. It wanted to resolve the thunder energy in its body, but the toad skin couldn't hold on. With a bang, it exploded into a sky of blood mist.

The pheasant spirit trembled like chaff and looked back: "Madam, she is here!"

At this time, a young nun holding a broom walked to the door. She waved the broom and swept the meat scraps at her feet to the side. When her eyes swept over the crowd, she suddenly opened her mouth and sneered: "I heard that the demon in charge here is a female demon. I thought there would be some quality, but I didn't expect it to be another fool who pays for men!"

Madam Chilian's eyes changed immediately. The charming intent that was there or not, and was careless, disappeared, replaced by the cold air that gradually permeated from her bones.

The pheasant spirit began to tremble. She was more afraid than seeing the nun, and even seeing a hundred nuns blowing her into meat paste, she was not as afraid as this moment.

It was simply like a little chicken scared out of its wits.

The nun didn't know she was courting death in what kind of way, and sneered at the pheasant spirit again: "Seeing a female demon like you, I feel cold in my hands and feet. It's all because of women like you who don't strive for improvement that men feel at ease thinking we should pay for everything for them. We pay for their youth, and in the blink of an eye, we are abandoned like shoes. We pay everything for them, betray the sect, but he blamed me for borrowing his power to bully loose cultivators for a Face-Fixing grass."

"When he pets you, he pets you in every way; when he abandons you, he doesn't look back."

"I see you have such a huge foundation here, but you manage it all for a man. Strive for improvement, divorce your useless husband, and be this demon king yourself. Men can have a harem, why can't you have three thousand face-men?"

Madam Chilian was laughed at by anger. Her chest heaved, and she was about to tear her clothes.

The reincarnator felt a chilling cold, making him retreat. The nun glanced at him and mocked: "Men should all die! The world shouldn't have ugly, ignorant, and vulgar men like you..."

After saying this, she waved her hand and scattered dozens of colorless thunder lights. The invisible and colorless fluctuations swept away, making the reincarnator's spiritual sense warn wildly. He retreated in a panic, feeling that if the thunder light brushed against him, he would be smashed to pieces. At this time, Madam Chilian reached out and scooped, and the dozens of colorless thunder lights were collected into her palm. She squeezed lightly, and there was no sound.

"You actually protect these men!" The nun was even more angry.

But Madam Chilian just stretched out her hand, and a blood-like Scepter spiritual light appeared in her palm. The Scepter was evolved from an ancient weapon—a kind of big hammer. It is said that it was transformed by Yuanshi Tianzun to subdue demons. It can be seen how hard this magic treasure is.

It is said that in the oldest legends of the Heavenly Venerable, there are portraits of Dao Ancestor Yuanshi holding a Scepter, smashing the skull of the Witch God.

It's just that by now, the Scepter in the hands of Dao Ancestor Yuanshi has become a decoration, no longer returning to the hard and tough appearance of smashing the skulls of gods and demons, with blood stains all over the body, yellow and red.

But the reincarnator never thought that he would have the honor to see the ancient usage of Ruyi today...

Madam Chilian raised the Ruyi, turning it into a giant hammer. The momentum almost shattered the demon cave. The pheasant spirit screamed in horror, scared out of her wits, and the bat spirit also turned pale, no longer calm.

"My husband and I are a talented couple, a fairy couple, a natural pair, loving and affectionate... Is it your turn to point fingers?"

Madam Chilian revealed part of her true body, her body swelled several times, her head against the top of the cave, and a giant snake shadow that seemed enough to coil around Tiansha Peak swam on her body. The astonishing magic power destroyed the hundreds of divine thunders the nun had cast in an instant. The Scepter hammer smashed the nun's head, causing her to turn into a streak of spiritual light and disappear.

"Not a human?" Madam Chilian straightened her waist and glared at all directions.

All the demons around were quiet like little chickens. Under the gaze of this big snake woman, they were all in a state of "years are quiet and good."

"What you just saw, don't say it out..." Madam Chilian's body shrank several times and returned to her original appearance.

She continued to smoke and charm, and walked back to the throne gracefully.

At this time, an awkward cough came from outside the door. A man in black with a heavy look of sorrow on his face walked into the cave hall slowly. At this time, Madam Chilian's eyes showed vertical pupils, and she said coldly: "Black-clothed demon cultivator... are you in the same group?"

"I am a man... how could I be in the same group as her?" The black-clothed demon cultivator smiled and said: "It's just that I didn't want to do it with her, so I waited for a few more moments outside the door."

"That's true, although that bitch has a cheap mouth, she is Buddhist magic power. The divine thunder she issued is insidious and vicious, but it contains a magnificent and upright momentum. It seems to be a hypocrite of the righteous path, a crazy woman. She wouldn't mix with a demon cultivator like you."

The black-clothed demon cultivator was even more embarrassed. He couldn't say that whether it was the righteous path or the demonic path, they were all refined into the demonic sect's supreme magic treasure, the Bone Relic, and then driven by a guy with the true transmission of the Daoist sect using the demonic sect's supreme mental method!

This is not just mixing together, it's just stirring into a ball.

Madam Chilian gradually recovered her ease and laughed: "Your blade technique has a very high concept, but you haven't practiced it well. In view of the fact that we are both from the demonic path, if you serve the Lord, you will have a future!"

Qian Chen, who existed in the Twelve Bone Divine Magic Dharma Forms, raised his head and said: "Who is calling me?"

"I naturally serve the Lord!" The black-clothed demon cultivator said: "But my Lord is Qian Chen, not the Blood Demon."

"So you have a demonic god to entrust to!" Madam Chilian said impatiently: "My husband is about to leave seclusion. I have to prepare a big gift for him. If you offer your blade technique, I will let you go, and there will be a gift!"

The black-clothed demon cultivator smiled bitterly: "It's still the people in our demonic sect who are reasonable... But my Lord doesn't seem to be ready to be reasonable."

At this time, from the cave door behind, the monk who was handsome but had muscles all over his body walked out side by side with the black-faced man. There was also a mysterious person with a gloomy temperament hiding his face in a cloak, a righteous young man full of righteous energy, and even a middle-aged woman who was a bit old, a butcher with a knife on his shoulder, a drunkard who was drunk...

A group of ten people walked out one after another.

Madam Chilian's face slowly became solemn, but she still talked and laughed: "So they are not humans... Twelve divine magic dharma forms, who is the expert of my demonic path who came? Actually giving little sister so much face? Be careful, I will call my husband out?" ===== CHAPTER 109 =====

A group of ten people filed out one by one.

Only then did Madam Chilian's expression slowly turn solemn, though she still spoke with a smile: "So, none of you are human... Twelve Divine Demon Dharma Bodies. Which expert of my Demonic Path has come? To actually give this little sister such face? Be careful, or I might call my husband out, you know?"