Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

The Wood Corpse Daoist was still not forgetting to smear Yi Chen's eyes with ointment at this moment.

However, his rank was still too low.

Compared to Yi Chen, he was just a junior.

Yi Chen said with a smile, "Wood Corpse fellow Daoist, if I say it's true, you believe me? If I say you are my son, would you believe that~"

"I'm a demonic cultivator, why would I trust you? Why don't you go and mingle with the righteous path."

"Damn, you're so trustworthy, you couldn't possibly be an undercover agent sent by the Zhèn'an Bureau, could you? No wonder you've been targeting me," Yi Chen said, as if having an epiphany, pointing at the Wood Corpse's nose and cursing loudly.

Hearing Yi Chen's scolding, the hall first fell silent and then burst into laughter.

Shen Hui was also speechless...

He suddenly felt that if Yi Taoist had been born in a great demonic sect, the other Saint Heirs would probably have had no way to survive, and he would surely become a thorn in the side of the righteous path.

"Alright, Wood Corpse, watch your words. From now on, we're brothers who eat from the same pot. Stop playing these little tricks," the Ghost King of Sky Evil coldly said to the Wood Corpse, sweeping his large sleeves and collecting all of Yi Chen's gifts into his storage ring, then returning to the main seat.

To Yi Chen's surprise, the old ghost actually did not give him a return gift...

Looking at the empty bag, he fell into deep thought for a moment.

Two and a half seconds later.

"Old thief, you won't die a good death~"

"Shouldn't you be rewarding me now, to gather people's hearts and establish credibility?"

"Such a great opportunity to 'buy the horse's bone with a thousand pieces of gold', you..."

Yi Chen inwardly cursed frantically, realizing he had suffered a great loss; the 'leeks' he had painstakingly harvested turned out to leave only a bit of gold, with everything else gone.

Taking such a loss out of the blue, the genealogy of the Ghost King of Sky Evil was left with only a thin page.

Seeing Yi Chen slump down dejectedly, Qian Yueru couldn't help but cover her mouth and snicker.

"Owl fellow Daoist, does the food not suit your taste?" the Ghost King of Sky Evil, who returned to the main seat, said to the man in black next to him, who hadn't touched a bite.

"Indeed, I'd like to have some blood food. The Ghost King wouldn't mind, would he?"

"How could I? It was my lack of preparation. I will arrange it for fellow Daoist tomorrow."

"No need, isn't there ready-made food right here?" The man in black beckoned with his hand, and with an infinite suction power, he pulled a fanning maid behind him towards him, tore off the maid's arm with a grip, and blood gushed out suddenly.

Just as the maid was about to scream, a sharp mouth reached her clean neck.

The birthday banquet was once again cast in a shade of blood, and the laughter inside the demon cave suddenly dropped by eight degrees. Aside from a few ghosts and monsters, many demonic cultivators covered their heads and drank, as if feeling a commiseration, unwilling to watch any longer.

The Ghost King of Sky Evil showed no emotion, and no one could guess what he was thinking at the moment.

Shen Hui lowered his head and took several deep breaths before he suppressed the anger in his heart, and Yi Chen couldn't help but clench his fist slightly. Stay tuned to empire

The man in black seemed to be really just satisfying his appetite, quickly devouring the maid's limbs like munching on sugarcane, then refrained from further killing and scanned the entire room with his gaze, finally landing on Yi Chen and his group.

He walked down from the main seat, approached them, first stared at Qian Yueru for a while, then shifted to Cui Yu, and finally stopped in front of Shen Hui.

"You, lift your head up!"

Yi Chen and his companions' hearts leapt to their throats.

"Damn, could it be that this demon has discovered some flaw?" Yi Chen couldn't help but think to himself.

"My Lord, my second brother..."

"Scram, did I ask you?" Yi Chen was about to speak but was interrupted by the man in black's scolding.

Shen Hui lifted his head, his expression indifferent.

Shen Hui was playing the role of the second of the Yin Mountain's seven fiends, with a delicate and somewhat effeminate appearance, somewhat like the beautiful men of later generations.

"Good, good, good."

"That's the spirit! Fun! Fun!"

"You will rest in my room tonight, and there will be benefits for you," the man in black suddenly burst into laughter. Shen Hui's buttocks were unexpectedly pinched hard by the man in black, and Yi Chen saw it clearly.

Yi Chen felt like he had seen a ghost.

Not envying mandarin ducks or immortals, a man's love was right beside me.

Qian Yueru was shocked.

The three brothers of the Crimson Flame Army were shocked.

Cui Yu was shocked.

Master Shen Hui was stunned, feeling a burning pain on his butt.

"Owl Lord is in good spirits, Yin Tianxiong you bastard, aren't you going to persuade your good brother to seize this opportunity?" Seeing Shen Hui being so unappreciative, the rat demon sage standing behind the Ghost King couldn't help but urge.

Yi Chen: "… I advise you, damn it, a Buddha's son from Mount Daguangming had his butt pinched, and the master is no longer pure."

The gazes of the six people converged on Shen Hui's face, and for a moment, everyone was speechless.

After getting through five challenges and defeating six opponents, who could have expected such an incident to occur?

Could it be… persuading the master to endure it?

The man in black flashed an evil smile, his hand moving like lightning, ready to strike a second time.

Unable to endure any longer, Shen Hui shifted his body to the side.

"Ah ah ah, this monk can't endure it!"

"Even Buddhas have their wrath."

"Blaze of karmic fire, open!"

Suddenly, a red lotus mark climbed onto Shen Hui's forehead, and the astonishing Buddha power instantly broke through the blockade of the Seven-Day Sky Change Pill. Centered on Shen Hui, a red lotus flower suddenly bloomed, then closed, trapping the man in black within. The lotus petals spun wildly, as if intent on grinding the man to dust.

Yi Chen had considered that they might be exposed, but he would never have thought they would be exposed for such a ludicrous reason.

Fucked up.

Shen Hui had already taken action, and he had no choice but to follow suit.

Yi Chen even felt a bit of admiration for Shen Hui. If it were him, he would have transformed at the first touch of his butt, but the master managed to withstand a second touch.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"True Yang Spirit – Dragon Tiger Form, open!"

In the sea of qi, three golden droplets exploded, unleashing a ferocious pale gold Inner Qi. Suddenly, a four-and-a-half meter tall Daoist apparition appeared inside the demon cave, covered in tattoos, creating an unforgettable sight.

Yi Chen immediately pulled the Dragon-Slaying Sword from his storage ring and chopped down on the man in black.

Before the sword fell, the immense pressure of the wind had already sunk the ground where the man in black stood by three feet, the force spreading outwards, causing a scene of flying sand and rolling stones within the demon cave.

It is better to sever one finger than to injure ten.

Almost simultaneously, Yi Chen and Shen Hui acted, and the others were not slow either. They followed closely, each launching their strongest attack toward the temporarily immobilized man in black.

The eldest of the three brothers from the Flaming Army, crushed a jade amulet he carried and in concert with the power of his two brothers, formed the Three Talents Spear Formation, stabbing towards the vital parts of the man in black.

Qian Yueru, with a Pangu splitting heaven's pose, sliced out shadows of axes, while Cui Yu brought out a judge's pen and drove a magic artifact towards the man in black's forehead.

As soon as Shen Hui erupted in action, the man in black knew something was wrong. Trapped and sealed by Shen Hui's blaze of karmic fire, he couldn't break free for a while and had to withstand the blows from everyone.

The others' attacks were manageable, causing only minor injuries to him, and that was with Shen Hui restraining him. However, the attack from that towering Daoist, who seemed cast from gold, was a bit too much for him to handle.

Yi Chen swung the massive Dragon-Slaying Sword, pressing it squarely onto his protective demon aura. The violent force charged through the magical shield, attacking him like a bone-piercing ulcer.

With a snap, a length of ghastly white bone protruded from the side of his waist.

After spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood, he used some secret technique, and a surge of blood-colored energy emanated from his body. The immense rebounding force pushed Yi Chen and the others away, and in a flash, he reappeared beside the Ghost King of Evil Sky.

"Who are you? State your names!" the man in black bellowed angrily.

"Mount Daguangming, Shen Hui."

"Xiong Da."

"Xiong Er."

"Xiong San."

"Cui Yu of the Cui family."

"Qian Yueru of the Town Peace Division."

"Zhang Longyi of Dragon Tiger Mountain." Everyone answered in unison.

Instantly, several people couldn't help but look sideways at Yi Chen…

Yi Chen glanced over: "What are you looking at me for!"

"Very well! You could have chosen the path to the celestial court but didn't take it, you found no door to hell yet barged in anyway. Evil Sky Ghost King, let us join forces and kill these people at once, especially that Shen Hui and Zhang Longyi of Dragon Tiger Mountain. I must kill these two," the man in black declared.

Summoning his demon essence, he signaled the Ghost King of Evil Sky to attack together.

Just then, the Ghost King of Evil Sky's face suddenly changed. He was dragging a turtle shell the size of a washbasin in his left hand, with two striking red lights having covered two-thirds of their journey, and they were swiftly closing in on his position.

"Not good, Brother Xiao, we've been tricked," he exclaimed.

"Let's split up and run!"

"You go intercept the Ghost King. I'll pursue the lunatic who pinched the Buddha's son's butt!"

Almost simultaneously, several people took action, leaving the evil cultivators and demons who had come to feast pitifully crying and running for their lives through the tunnels inside the cave.