Chapter Five Hundred and Seventieth My Demon Cultivation Is Not Weak Than Humans(1/2)
There have been many people outside the Heavenly Book Mausoleum.
Chu Qing's father is still in a stalemate with the demon cultivator.
You know, there are demon cultivators here to break the formation, and the Red Blood Boy and the others came in was equivalent to taking the initiative.
How could these people stand by and watch?
If Chu Qing’s father hadn’t greeted these people directly as soon as he came, how could they have been so easy to get in?
"Senior Dongli, can you get out of here now?" If several demon cultivators hadn't been able to beat this person, they would have taken action long ago.
Who spoke to him in a nice voice?
Few people go out at level seven, but this person comes here directly, without fear of losing face.
Chu Qing's father made way straight and said, "I've caused trouble for you guys."
Several demon cultivators snorted coldly and left directly.
They have sent the news, and now they are naturally going to the Heavenly Book Mausoleum.
Anyway, it’s all in vain, and it’s not in vain.
But when they arrived at the door, they were all stunned.
It’s not because the rules have changed, but a line of words is written on the door: Call it dad, and the access control is opened by yourself.
How do the demon cultivator accept this?
They are not young monks. You should know that they are either fifth or sixth, and they can be regarded as great seniors in the realm of the demon cultivator.
There are few people who can call them dad.
At this time, Chu Qing's father also came over. When he saw the lines, he was also stunned.
According to this, his son and daughter both called out?
His face suddenly turned ugly.
However, this school is also cruel enough, how many people are to isolate them.
After that, Chu Qing's father hid, and he wanted to hide in the dark and take a look.
Because there are many people coming now.
He is coming soon, he is not suitable for showing up for too long.
The demon cultivators naturally knew about this, and then they planned to force themselves into it.
The easiest way is to dismantle it directly.
These magic cultivators took action.
The power of the sixth level and the power of the fifth level exploded instantly. Although the duration was very short, the attack was already large enough.
But the door that was under attack had no change at all.
They knew that with their strength, they could not break it.
At this time, someone had already surrounded him, and he was a junior.
Then do these demon cultivators who are seniors have the right to call them dad?
Suddenly I felt a little regretful and I should have called my dad in just now.
After all, no one knows how they got in.
Where do you come from now on to call me in person?
Do you still want to stay in the realm of the Demon Cultivation?
"Silly humans, all call them dad, otherwise you are not qualified to enter.
Unless you are at the ninth level." The ethereal voice spread all around.
Everyone knows it is the voice of the gate spirit.
When those demon cultivators heard these words, their hearts and livers were hurt.
Ninth level?
In other words, there is only the ninth level and you don’t need to call it?
What else should be called?
The extremely demon cultivator looked at each other, and then someone sent a voice to him, "Call me?"
"Can't call."
"Then give up?"
"When face is important or is there a chance of sudden enlightenment important?"
Then they came to a conclusion that the face was important.
No, it’s because I’m enlightened when I go in, and it’s also very dangerous.
Everyone asked Dad to come in. Why do you have an epiphany now? I can’t have an epiphany?
It is possible to kill someone.
So, it’s better to be shameful.
Soon they stepped back and waited, maybe there were other opportunities.
After the seniors left, the demon cultivators behind came over.
They also know the conditions for entering the door, but they are all geniuses of the same age, called dad. What do you think about this when the news spreads?
For this opportunity, what you lose in the future is a lifetime of face.
If they have the opportunity to make a big progress, it would be fine. If not, they would most likely quit the stage.
So how to make a decision?
As the number of people increased, they began to miss Mo Yan.
This person is shameless at all. The most suitable person at this time is to lead the way.
This way everyone has a step forward.
Not so stalemate.
Everyone wants to enter, especially when they see more and more people, they plan to call their father in early.
After all, it’s not just one person calling, but a group of people, and everyone calling, so the problem is actually not big.
The most important thing now is who started this?
These people look at me and I look at you, but no one wants to be the first to be a bird.
Then it was stalemate.
"Or what if I think of something else?" someone asked.
"What's the solution?"
"Add to discuss and see if you can use money to push the door to the mill."
"Call Dad, refuse to bargain." Men Ling's voice sounded again.
It suddenly felt that its father was so nice to it, and he became a father with many people all at once.
It has been countless years, and today may be the most satisfying day.
But it was helpless if it didn't come in yet.
It's incomparable to those people just now.
At this time, someone came to the door spirit and asked, "I have the key, I don't know if I can go in?"
This is a little girl, a demon cultivator. She looks very pure and doesn't know if she doesn't say anything, she doesn't know that she is a demon cultivator.
Gate Spirit said: "Yes."
The little girl was happy, but she could wait for her to be happy for a long time. Men Ling said again: "Just call her dad."
The little girl's smile gradually solidified, then she took out some magic weapon and then directly detonated it.
With a loud bang, the people around were scared to retreat for a long time.
This person is also sick.
A disagreement will explode.
Most of the demon cultivators knew that this person was sick, so it was not very surprising.
As for whether that person died or not, he must not have died. The only one who came just now was the puppet clone.
However, the puppet clone looks the same as the real body.
After the little girl was blown up, the atmosphere was a bit stiff now and no one knew what to do.
And at this moment, a voice sounded: "Everyone gives one, give one."
To be continued...