Magicparty（3）

  Sitting upright in the living room of the hotel suite, Tian Lei Zi picked up his teacup and took a light sip of tea. He then quickly spat it out and wiped his mouth with his sleeve, saying discontentedly: "This teacup isn't bad, crystal clear, but how can this tea water be so inferior? Indeed, not from the Central Plains, can't find good tea leaves, I'm not drinking this."

  The seven beasts didn't care about Tianlei's nagging, and were curiously searching around the room, touching this and that. Several small crystal decorations in their thick hands suddenly shattered into powder with a 'crackling' sound. She Ling turned her dull eyes around, and asked strangely: "Huh? Isn't this a treasure? Why is it still shining? Are they trying to cheat us with fakes?"

  Dun Jia Zong's disciple, Gu Bu Shang, ignored the seven beast spirits and sat beside Tian Lei Zi, asking him respectfully: "Master Uncle, were those people just now the leaders of the rebel party we've been looking for? Why did Master... I mean, Master Brother seem so familiar with them? And they even taught you a lesson?"

  Tianlei Zi stood up, walked to the small bar in the corner of the living room, pulled out a bottle of brandy, slapped open the cap with one palm, and gulped down several mouthfuls with a "gurgling" sound. He let out a belch and said: "You two little monkeys, that kid must know them. I reckon he's still in cahoots with them, doing who-knows-what, so when he saw me, an old man about to kill someone on the spot, he was probably afraid of getting into trouble or something, so of course he'd start cursing at us... After all, it's just family, no big deal if he curses a bit. This kid has always had a good instinct, he must have his reasons."

  Tuan Jia Zong's two disciples were stunned for half a day, Tian Lei Zi looked at them with dissatisfaction: "You think I'm crazy every day, do you really think I'm a confused ghost? Don't you think that last time it was Yi Chen Zi who told us about their movements. If he wasn't in cahoots with them, how would he know their intelligence?"

  Tuan Jia Zong's disciples nodded one after another, and their impression of Tian Lei Zi changed a lot instantly.

  Tianlei Zi held a wine bottle, strolling back and forth in the room a few times. He patted Xiong Ling's head with one hand: "Old bear, you guys be gentle, if you break something, you'll have to pay for it... Hmm, kid, are you Jing Ming or Jing Qing?"

  The disciple of the Hidden Jia Sect who was pointed at by Tian Lei Zi quickly stood up: "Master Uncle, I am Jing Ming."

  Tian Lei Zi burst out laughing: "Alas, so many sects, so many disciples under the door, the Taoist names are almost the same, I'm all confused. Have the rooms been booked? Are they enough?"

  Jing Ming nodded and said, "We've already booked enough rooms. The money that Hu Ling and the others exchanged is enough for all of us to stay here for half a year. To prevent other sects' seniors from suddenly following us, we also booked some extra rooms. All the remaining rooms in the hotel have been occupied by us."

  Tianlei Zi swaggered a few steps, nodded and said: "Hmmm, that's good, that's good... Strange, this painting on the wall, why is it so weird? Just a few color blocks together, can this be considered a painting?" Tianlei Zi rolled his eyes: "Tell someone to take down this painting for me and replace it with China's large ink landscape. Bah, these foreigners, they're not even worthy of painting. Master Dao, I'll just casually create a few pieces, they'll be much more beautiful than theirs."

  Yi Chen and Yamaguchi sat on the mat in the living room, Yamaguchi slightly bowed his head and said: "Mr. Yi, Sakura is in London, thank you for your trouble."

  Yi Chen smiled and said, "No, no, we are friends, after all. Besides, the Yamaguchi-gumi can bring me a lot of benefits, so for my own benefit, I have to put in a lot of effort too. Moreover, Mr. Sakura is a very good young man, I really appreciate him. If he goes through some more training, he will become an outstanding leader."

  Yamaguchi smiled complacently, stroking his whiskers and said in a drawl: "I think so too, that's why I've been secretly giving him opportunities to temper himself. Mr. Yi, I hope you won't consider everything for him from now on, some things should be left for him to learn by himself, we can't take care of him all our lives."

  Yi Chen smiled wryly, cursing in his heart: "Damn it, I might have to take care of this kid for the rest of my life? Maybe tonight when the monks from the mainland arrive, they'll wipe you all out, and I'll be taking care of him? At that time, I'd better be far, far away... But, the money hasn't arrived yet, should I remind Shan Kou Mu to bring his men and leave first? Wait until the money arrives, then..."

  Yi Chen's eyes flickered constantly, and he said in a low voice: "Mr. Shan Kou, did you see that old man in the main hall just now?"

  Yanagida's expression turned serious: "That old man? Too impolite, he actually rushed over to us like that. At his age, he still can't control his temper and was about to start a fight. If Mr. Yi hadn't stopped him, our people would have taught him a lesson already."

  Yi Chen smiled: "Oh... maybe."

  Yanagida's face turned a bit strange, staring deeply at Yichun: "Oh, so you think?"

  "Recently, some strange things have happened in New York."

  Yamaguchi waved his hand and drove all the subordinates in the living room out, saying in a low voice: "For example? You came to New York before us, you must have some inside information?"

  Yi Chen leaned in: "I heard that New York has been having some vampire sightings lately... A residential area with over a thousand people was wiped out, and all the blood was sucked dry. At the same time, there have been massive attacks on the Vatican's people, according to insider information. Apparently, it's the work of several infamous assassin organizations. The winds in New York haven't been feeling right lately."

  Yamaguchi lowered his head and muttered: "Where did you get your information from?"

  Yi Chen smiled: "This, I have a few friends in New York, some inside information, I still know. Connecting certain things together, we can also guess what the so-called X-Files in the US are."

  Yamaguchi lowered his voice: "You... can your intelligence channels know the information of those top killer organizations?"

  Yi Chen smiled: "I occasionally provide them with agency services... This, of course, the return on profit is very generous." Yi Chen pretended to think for a moment, looking at Yamaguchi Moku with some difficulty.

  Yamaguchi nodded repeatedly: "Go ahead, go ahead, it's okay, I'm a casual person."

  Yi Chen said in a low voice, "I once heard rumors in the circle that there were several Japanese people who offered 400 million US dollars to buy your head... This price is too tempting, and we didn't dare to take it. In the end, it seemed like two mysterious killer groups took on this task. But later, it was said that they seemed to have withdrawn from the task. Strange, do you have such a formidable enemy in Japan?"

  Yamaguchi slapped his palm on the glass steel table in front of him, making a loud "ding" sound. Yi Chen shrugged and said: "I shouldn't be telling you this, but we're friends, I don't want to see you lying dead on the street that day."

  Yamaguchi's voice dropped to a low growl: "Hachiga, it was commissioned by the Japanese."

  Yi Chen nodded, with a well-behaved expression like a kindergarten baby.

  Yamaguchi slowly smiled: "Ah, I see. They themselves cannot take action to eliminate me because of their oath, so... This time the conference is held in New York, it was also their proposal, right?"

  Yi Chen said in a low voice, "Recently, the wind in New York doesn't seem right. Do you know Old John from New York? That arms dealer, he said that a large number of people have already infiltrated New York and even got a lot of weapons from him... Perhaps I should suggest that you and Mr. Sakura take the Yamaguchi-gumi people and leave New York immediately to return to Tokyo."

  "Excuse me, Yi. I need an excuse. Otherwise, I won't be able to attend the triennial conference and my position will be shaken."

  Yi Chen's two fingers casually tapped on the table in front of him, muttering: "Isn't there a British matter as an excuse? I thought Mr. Sakura had already reported to you... Hmm, do you need to return to Tokyo to handle those matters? Mr. Yamaguchi and Mr. Shuna have big appetites, if your first deal can't satisfy them, you might be in trouble. If the British government secretly pressures the Japanese government... then my profit will..."

  Yamaguchi smiled: "You're a genius, Mr. Yi... Hmm, that's it. You go first, I'll instruct Sakura to bring people over right away."

  Yi Chen smiled and stood up, saying: "This is for the best. Mr. Sakura and Duke Arthur of the British Empire have set a date for their duel, and there's still over a month left. Perhaps you should send some skilled people to assist him."

  Yamaguchi nodded repeatedly: "This is beyond doubt... Hmm, I already have a plan, and I'll tell you later."

  Yi Chen nodded and bid farewell.

  As soon as he walked out of Shan Koumu's room, Yi Chen's phone rang. Fatadiou muttered on the other end: "Oh, Yi, I've safely returned to Russia, the boss is very happy, this matter was handled well. Thank you for your help."

  "Yi Chen retorted: 'This is to be expected, oh, Fatah Dio, you should probably stay in New York, I was wrong to ask you to leave, there's a good show to watch, what a good show!'"

  Fatiao laughed on the other side: "Alright, Yi, I don't think much of your good show... Oh, I can't say more, boss is taking people to China and I have to follow, maybe next time we can meet in China."

  "Then, goodbye."

  "Goodbye."

  He put away his phone and walked towards the elevator, nodding to the impeccably dressed Japanese people in the corridor. When he reached his own floor, Yi Chen thought for a moment whether he should go see Tian Lei Zi or not. But he had just come out of Yamaguchi's place, if someone with ulterior motives saw him, it wouldn't be good. He'd visit later at night then. Hmm...

  A strong gust of wind came from behind, and Yidun quickly grabbed his hand with a reverse palm. A iron-like fist collided with Yidun's claws, and Yidun's fingers were numbed by a strange force. The attacker's fist also had four bloody marks scratched on it.

  Yi Chen turned around and saw a subordinate brought by De Qula licking his own fist with his tongue, muttering softly: "Hmm, your strength is not small either, you are hiding in secret, sir."

  Yi Chen glanced down the corridor, didn't see anyone, and suddenly had a mind to kill. His finger probed out, and the 'Shu Xing' sword energy was about to be released. However, Dekula's door suddenly opened, and after being messed with by Mi Xue earlier and suffering a small loss at the hands of Tian Lei Zi, Dekula had restored his elegance and poise, looking at Yi Chen with flickering eyes.

  The 'Shattered Star' sword energy that had gathered at his fingertips suddenly withdrew, and Yī Chén smiled as he greeted De Kula: "Ahah, Your Excellency the Grand Duke, do you have business?"

  Deacula nodded slightly, squeezing out a smile on his face: "Hmm, Mr. Yi, you're really an interesting person. Your subordinates are all ordinary people who can't be seen often, and as for yourself... Hmm, looking weak and frail, but actually... Very interesting, my subordinates have been rude."

  Yi Chen's eyes saw that his own strength had already been exposed, and he thought it was impossible to silence him, so he simply laughed loudly: "You're interested. Hmm?"

  "Personally, I never thought of showing respect to my food, but for those with power, I am willing to make an exception. The motto of the Philippe family is that humans can only be slaves, while powerful and strong humans will be our allies. What's your opinion?"

  Yi Chen stretched out his hand and grasped Dequla's cold, dry hand. He nodded and said, "I don't entirely agree with your views, of course, you have the standards of your own kind."

  Dracula nodded and waved his hand, the four bloodstains on his fist quickly disappearing as he vanished into a room across the hall like a ghost. Dracula beckoned: "Will you come in and sit down? Perhaps we can have a nice talk." He seemed certain that Yutaro would follow him, and walked straight inside.

  Yi Chen thought for a moment and didn't even go back to his own room to say hello, following Dekula into the house and closing the door behind him.

  In the spacious living room, the other twelve grand dukes were seated around three square tables, each holding a deck of cards and with stacks of banknotes in front of them. Yi Chen was stunned, and De Kula said helplessly: "Our lives are too long, for our kind of bloodline, we must find something interesting to do to pass the time... They're gambling, but they don't want me to join in. Hmph."

  Duke was very dissatisfied and hummed, but the other twelve dukes didn't move their eyebrows at all. The poker cards floated gently from their hands and fell steadily onto the table, arranged in order one by one.

  "Only people like you who don't have to worry about running out of power would play cards like this, right?"

  Deikura's mouth twitched a few times, revealing a self-satisfied expression. He went to the bar and grabbed two bottles of wine, then pulled Yi Chen over to sit on the couch with him, handing him one of the bottles. After taking a sip from his own bottle, Deikura said in a low voice, "I heard Kuru's report, thank you for taking care of me these past two days. Miser is a lovely child, but within our family, she would never have been able to experience this kind of happiness."

  Yi Chen also took a sip, muttering: "The rigid etiquette of the ancient nobility will make any member with a childlike heart feel depressed and absolutely unhappy."

  Dekler nodded in agreement: "I also dislike the atmosphere of the family, so I often travel. In my travels, I can find the feeling of letting my heart fly freely... Hmm, do you want to deal with the Church?" Dekler cunningly did not ask Yichen for a request, but directly asked if she wanted to deal with the Church.

  Yi Chen's eyes widened in surprise: "Damn it, God! Although I don't like the Vatican, but I'm not stupid enough to conflict with them. Besides, didn't you come this time to protect Mi Xue? Why bother going against the Vatican yourself?"

  "Ah, the blood of the Vatican's people is especially delicious... Hmm, doesn't Mr. Jester have a huge grudge against the Vatican?"

  "However, this cannot be the reason for me and the Vatican, such a powerful and terrifying group, to confront each other. Jester? That bastard can go assassinate the Pope if he wants, I have no reason to help him, nor will I help him, nor will I care about him... He's my hitman, my killer, I'm too rich, let him waste some of it for me."

  Deacula chuckled a few times, but his stiff face didn't show any smile as he said: "Oh, you're insincere. However, I like this kind of character. In the human world, only this way can one survive."

  Yi Chen's eyes blinked twice, her pure and innocent gaze, like a mountain stream in summer, looked at Dekula, and she smiled: "Your words, hmm, actually, Mr. Jester is just my subordinate, would I risk my life for a subordinate? You can beat me up with just any subordinate, maybe I'll provide you with a large amount of military supplies to blow up the Vatican, that's more realistic?"

  Deacula's eyes widened, and Easy Dust had already begun to enthusiastically peddle his wares: "You see, I have a large quantity of cheap military equipment, a batch of self-propelled mortars, the best British goods. I didn't spend any capital on them, so I can give them to you... Hehe... How about 70% off? If you're not satisfied, we can negotiate, say 65% off? Oh God, damn God, you want 60% off? That would be too much of a loss for me."

  "Just imagine it: twenty self-propelled guns firing at the Vatican - what a magnificent sight that would be."

  "Do you want nuclear warheads? I might be able to get a few from Russia, put them in Rome, and I can guarantee the Vatican will go see God, they won't need to act as agents on earth anymore..."

  "Oh, don't shake your head, Your Excellency the Grand Duke. Business is not about human feelings, you're too compassionate. Do you think using high-lethality weapons is inhumane? So, conventional weapons then... Look, I'll provide you with a thousand heavy sniper rifles? ...Oh, large-caliber anti-material guns, safe, quick, and powerful, guaranteed to kill anyone below the level of senior judges with one shot."

  Duke Dekula enthusiastically sold to Yichens spotless face, which was covered with a layer of red glow, for two hours. At some point, the twelve unmoving Grand Dukes had quietly slipped away. Meanwhile, Dekula had unknowingly signed a military contract worth over 300 million with Yichen and had hastily written a check on the spot, almost causing him to faint from cerebral hemorrhage. He even vowed to Yichen that if the Philippe family needed it in the future, they would definitely buy his goods.

  Yi Chen carelessly threw down the empty wine bottle, smiling at Deacula and saying: "Ah, no need to see me off, it was a pleasure talking with you. Oh, you are a refined noble, a true aristocrat, so generous, and you have great taste. I'm sure you'll be satisfied with the goods I provide... So, should I instruct them to send the goods directly to Holland? Good, you agree, excellent..."

  Yi Chen sneaked out of De Kula's room with a sly smile, muttering to himself: "Damn it, who says vampires are powerful? Didn't I just suck some blood from them?"

  It took a full two minutes for Dekula to come back to his senses, and with an annoyed swipe of his paw, he shredded the armrest of the sofa. He cursed under his breath: "Damn it, that Easy Dust kid is a devil, yes, he must be a devil... Only the Devil himself could bewitch us like this... Damn it... What's the point of having a large batch of handguns and grenades? What's the use of those weapons that can't even kill those chickens? I'd rather have had that batch of self-propelled mortars, it would've been more cost-effective."

  "Come on, come on! Tonight we'll go out and prowl around. I need to find someone to take my anger out on... That Chinese kid, he's the real vampire, devil... Damn him!"

  At night, Miroku was exhausted after being ravished by several grand dukes and fell asleep on Fili's shoulder. She was then taken to her room by the female vampires brought by Dekula. The grand dukes, who had been gloomy and dispirited, immediately regained their composure as soon as Miroku left, and their usual dignified and elegant demeanor reappeared.

  Yi Chen sat on the balcony, smiling as he watched Shan Kou Mu and Sakura get into a car with over a dozen subordinates and drive away. He smiled again as five white golden bats accompanied by over a dozen golden bats flapped their wings and flew away. Then, he stared in stunned silence as a group of monks from China got out of the car below and filed into the hotel one after another.

  "God bless New York... I hope the insurance companies in America didn't take on too many policies in New York, or else... they can all jump into the Pacific Ocean."

  Ferris was already leaning on his shoulder, smiling and asking him: "Why save New York? Is a nuclear war about to break out?"

  "No, baby, I think this time it's going to be even more terrifying than a nuclear war... How can the feng shui of this hotel be so good? I didn't see it coming at all, how did all these monsters and ghosts move in? Oh my god, if people from the Vatican also move in, I think this place will become the epicenter of an explosion." Fortunately, Yi Chen's worries were unnecessary, as Tian Lei and his group had already booked all the rooms, so there was no way for the Vatican people to move in unless they violently drove out other ordinary guests.

  About two hours later, Dekula, who was still persistently looking for someone to vent his anger on, let out a few discontented squeaks and said to a group of bats behind him: "How detestable! Can't I even find something to amuse myself? Damn God, may Satan destroy your son and wife... what's that?"

  A dozen or so black shadows were jumping and advancing swiftly between the high-rise buildings in front, often they would just touch the walls of those tall buildings lightly, their figures already far away over a hundred meters.

  "God damn it, you're occasionally cute... though most of the time you're a bloody idiot. Let's go take them down."

  A grand duke behind him hastily flew up: "Your Excellency Dracula, those people are not from the Vatican, why bother them?"

  Dracula smiled, his facial expressions richer when he was a bat than when he was human. He said softly: "Oh, dear, do you need a reason to find someone troublesome? They are not people of the Holy See, I know, but now I just want to find someone to kill and eat something... Their physical strength is so good, it must be a great toy. Now there's no need to provoke the people of the Holy See, do you understand?" He swooped down first, and the group of bats behind him cheered happily, swooping down in the squeaking sound.

  Two little kids stood on the balcony of a building, shouting at their parents inside the room: "Oh my god, we saw Spiderman from the comic book! He can really fly! They jumped so far!"

  Their mother came over, dissatisfied and said: "Enough, there is no Spider-Man in the world... What you see is..." Her eyes could not be closed again, two ninja-dressed men just happened to borrow force on their balcony and jumped past, a little behind, a group of white gold or golden bats flew past with human words, then these small bats actually started to change slowly in mid-air, finally turning into handsome middle-aged or young men wearing black cloaks with big red linings, with strange smiles rushing towards those ninjas.

  A blood-curdling scream pierced through the night sky...

  These unlucky ninjas had just landed on the rooftop of a high-rise building, and their leader waved his hand saying: "Alright, everything is normal around here, there's nothing suspicious. We can head back to the hotel and report back to the elders."

  "Ah, you don't have to go back, come and play with me... Oh, what a fine physique, what a vigorous blood flow, your blood must be of the finest taste, I swear it is."

  Fifteen ninjas swiftly drew their long knives and slashed them through the air. Fifteen white sword auras whistled as they sliced past, while Dracula coolly spread his hands and loudly shouted in an operatic tone: "Oh, dear lambs, offer yourselves up! Offer your flesh, blood, and souls to us noble bloodlines!" Having finished his performance, Dracula's two large fangs slowly emerged from his mouth, emitting a cold white glow under the moonlight. With a light clap of his hands, the fifteen sword auras all turned into fragmented air currents that surged in all directions.

  The ninjas were shocked: "Baka, it's a vampire." They more or less knew the most famous race in Western supernatural stories.

  Deacula burst out laughing and pounced on the ninjas below, while other vampires didn't care about ordinary people seeing them, they were flying around the building, making loud howling sounds.

  A lazy voice came: "Oh my, what an unpleasant sound. You look like you're quite extraordinary, why are your actions so unbecoming?" This person was using Chinese, and even had a hint of classical language flavor to it. Except for Dracula, who roughly understood the meaning, the other vampires had no idea what this person was saying. But surprisingly, people had arrived without them noticing, and amidst their shock, a killing aura slowly rose up among these vampires.

  Dracula's head turned back, and a bolt of lightning with a five-colored glow burst from the horizon, heavily striking his head, knocking Dracula to stumble, and his brain buzzed loudly for a while, almost fainting.

  That youth, wearing a large cloak and with a handsome face, let out an astonished cry as he slowly descended from the air. Looking at Deacula, he said: "Your skills are not shallow, you took my 'Wandering Thunder' strike yet remained unscathed... To encounter such a master in a foreign land is one of life's great pleasures... I am the Master of the Wandering Sect of China, may I ask who you are?"

  "Ah, you dare to ambush me! I, Dekura Philippe, Grand Duke of the Philippe family, will not be humiliated!" With a fierce cry, he brought out over a hundred residual shadows that seemed to come from all directions at once and pounced on the leader of the Carefree Sect.

  A soft hum rose, and an old man with white whiskers slowly appeared in the air, saying to the leader of the Carefree Sect: "Sect Leader, we just came out for a stroll due to boredom, but unexpectedly ran into a master... This guy has no technique when fighting, but his speed is truly astonishing. Searching throughout the major sects of Central Plains, probably only the Northern Miao Ghost King could match him in terms of speed."

  The carefree sect master originally had a playful mindset, but after lightly flashing through several heavy blows at the beginning, he felt much more relaxed in his heart. Who knew that Deacula's sudden and violent attack made him almost unable to react, his head already heavily pounded by several fists. The strong dark energy broke into his body, and he hurriedly used his true yuan force to dissolve this external energy. At the same time, his speed was really unable to keep up with Deacula, his body continuously being punched, and he couldn't help but loudly shout: "Water True Man, you, you see the excitement of old Dao? I, my treasure hasn't even been prepared yet."

  Mizuo smiled, looking at the other vampires staring at him with fierce eyes. With a wave of his hand, a massive tsunami rose from the ground and crashed into the vampires. He drew out a long sword that seemed to be as gentle as a water wave and lightly stabbed towards Dracula, shouting loudly: "Be careful, I'm going to stab you in the back!"

  Deacula felt the arrival of nearly a thousand strands of sword energy breaking through the air from behind, and his heart was greatly shocked. He suddenly transformed into a large bat, flapping its wings to fly away, knowing in his heart that he was no match for any of them. He let out a few roars: "Leave, leave, hurry up and leave."

  Those vampires who were caught off guard by the true water of the North and transformed into a flood, dazed and disoriented, quickly turned into bats and fled in embarrassment, their bodies still dripping with electricity. Dracula looked back at them with discontent, muttering to himself: "If we were serious about fighting, you wouldn't have won so easily... But what kind of thing did you use? It's so strange! What kind of people are you?"

  The Water Emperor raised his hand, and the torrential flood disappeared without a trace, transforming into a single crystal-clear water droplet that merged into his palm. As for how many flowers and grasses in the nearby streets were washed away by the sudden flood, it was also an unavoidable thing... The Water Emperor couldn't help but feel helpless either. Dequla's transformation was too bizarre, and he didn't even have time to release a magic treasure to chase and kill him.

  The carefree sect master rubbed his face, muttering to himself: "Almost got my head broken... this guy... Ugh, so embarrassing. Luckily the fellow Taoists weren't around, otherwise I'd have to slink back to China with my tail between my legs... Ugh, so embarrassing... Underestimated him for a moment, and actually..."

  Shui Zhenren looked at the carefree sect leader with a mixture of amusement and annoyance, watching as he hastily pulled out some medicine pills and applied them to his injured areas. "Look at that," he said loudly, "those rebels really are worthless. We helped them resolve their life-or-death crisis, and they didn't even thank us before scurrying off... Hmph, a bunch of ignorant fools who don't know the meaning of righteousness or morality."

  The leader of the Carefree Sect raised his head, baring his teeth and saying: "That's strange, we also came to kill them, why do they want to thank us? If they knew our intentions, I'm afraid they would fight us together with those bat demons."

  He nodded and then shook his head, a sense of absurdity welled up in his heart.

  Xiaoyao Zongzhu tidied up his clothes and sighed, saying: "Alas, fellow Taoist, shall we continue to wander? This time my magical treasures are all ready, just wait and see how I'll deal with those bat demons."

  Shui Zhenren said in a low voice, "They have cultivated human form, which is not easy to achieve, but they openly kill others. It can be seen that they are not good people. To subdue demons and eliminate evil, we should take the lead in fighting bravely. Of course, it's right to patrol around."

  Xiaoyao Zong's master nodded, and suddenly a five-colored rainbow light and a pale blue light burst out from the building, shooting rapidly in all directions.