After becoming the prince of the demon clan, the beautiful master pampers him every day

Chapter 239: Goldface Dies

When Jinmian saw his master appear for him, he felt excited and his eyes showed fanaticism and excitement.

Especially when he heard his master threatening Sang Yunqi, he completely forgot that his life was still in Sang Yunqi's hands.

"Hahahaha, Sang Yunqi, do you really think that you will always have the final say in this cultivation world?"

"One day, we will be above all of you!"

"When the time comes, you..."

The next second, the spiritual power surrounding Jinmian's neck tightened instantly, making him unable to utter a word.

Because he had no way to use his spiritual power, Jinmian had no ability to resist at all. He was like a stranded fish. His body twitched a few times, and then he stopped breathing. His whole body went limp, and he slid down the chair to the ground, without a sound.

Sang Yunqi glanced at Jinmian, who had turned into a corpse, gently brushed off the non-existent dust on the hem of his clothes with his right hand, and stood up.

Then, his aura was fully activated, and the Kunwu Sword appeared, circling around him, full of fighting spirit.

His right palm was facing up, and the hilt of Kunwu sword fell obediently into his palm. He held it, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at the old turtle in the air.

"What can you do?"

It must be said that he killed Jinmian so quickly and efficiently that everyone was shocked.

Not only the famous and upright sects in the world of cultivation, but even all the black robes were stunned.

A powerful man in the Mahayana period, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a great power, but he died so easily!

Feng Yao suppressed the fear in her heart, exchanged a glance with Master Wuxin and Master Lin Feng, and they all took out their weapons. Then they stood up and stood behind Sang Yunqi, which showed their attitude of standing with Sang Yunqi.

They are not afraid even if the other side wants to fight.

In mid-air, Miu Zhi looked at Sang Yunqi, who had a playful expression on his face, with a sinister look in his eyes.

An uncontrollable rage rising in his heart, wanting to destroy everything. Sang Yunqi was slapping him in the face in front of everyone.

But he understood that he was no match for Sang Yunqi. Even if his words were powerful, he still couldn't beat him.

Moreover, even if he could hold back Sang Yunqi, without Jinmian, the remaining Feng Yao and others would not be something that his men who were still here could deal with.

The square was completely silent; even the sound of breathing was barely audible.

Some people were already beginning to be unable to bear the pressure and collision between two powerful men who had broken through the barriers, and cold sweat began to seep out of their foreheads and backs.

I don't know how long it took, but Miu Zhi was the first to retract the aura around him and returned to his previous calm appearance.

"Xingheng, I will remember what happened this time. There won't be a next time."

After saying this, the figure shook and disappeared in mid-air.

Although he sounded as if he was magnanimous enough to let Sang Yunqi off, everyone present knew that Miu Zhi had admitted defeat and Jin Mianbai was doomed.

And those ordinary black robes that Miu Zhi used to apologize to Sang Yunqi now seemed like a joke.

As Miu Zhi retreated, the atmosphere in the field suddenly changed.

Everyone in the cultivation world was as proud as if they had won a victory, and all the frustration they had felt since coming here was swept away.

On the contrary, the originally proud black robes now looked like eggplants hit by frost, and their previous arrogance was gone.

They are now more worried about whether they can leave here alive.

Sang Yunqi glanced around the square, and after making sure that all the men in black robes were behaving themselves, he put away his sword and sat back down.

Although Feng Yao and the others felt a little regretful, they didn't say anything in the end. It was better that there was no fight, in case the old man secretly attacked the disciples in the secret realm when they were too busy to deal with them.

But Feng Yao was still curious and couldn't help but send a message to Sang Yunqi.

"Is that the end? That old guy ran away because he knew he couldn't beat you. Just kill him and release all the disciples. Then we can go home."

Sang Yunqi glared at Feng Yao unhappily and replied via voice transmission.

"You think you can kill a chicken whenever you want? You don't have to pay any price to kill a Mahayana, so you haven't lost anything."

Feng Yao laughed dryly. Perhaps it was because Sang Yunqi's former omnipotence had left too deep an impression on her. In her opinion, if someone was not as good as Sang Yunqi, he would kill him if he wanted to.

Sang Yunqi understood what she meant and was at a loss whether to laugh or cry for a moment.

"It's not that we can't kill him, but if we really kill him, the price we'll pay is too high. It's not worth it. Now is not the time to fight to the death."

"You are still far from this realm, so you don't quite understand it."

"Breaking through the barriers is a qualitative change, but the realm divisions afterwards are very vague. It is not just about the simple understanding of the avenue, but the depth of spiritual power."

“I am just a few years ahead of them, but I am still in the exploratory stage.”

Feng Yao nodded, but she didn't actually understand.

However, she understood what Sang Yunqi meant, which was that people could be killed, but killing them might hurt herself.

Now, the Demon Lord of the Demon Clan is still watching covetously, and who knows if there are any old monsters hiding. If a guy like him who is in the open gets injured, it will not be a good thing.

After Feng Yao figured it out, she stopped worrying about it and asked Chu Xinglan, "Are you really not worried about him?"

Sang Yunqi pondered for a moment, sighed softly, and said honestly: "I am still worried, but I believe in him."

……

In the secret realm.

Chu Xinglan kicked his ears with his hind paws and looked at the green trees, singing birds and fragrant flowers in front of him with a confused look on his face.

As he released spiritual fire to protect himself, he took out the pill that his master had given him to restore his beast form and swallowed it.

Afterwards, he controlled his body to shrink to the smallest size in the hope of getting injured less.

The result was just as he expected. The spiritual fire indeed protected him very well. Although he was rolled over and over and felt dizzy, he did not even have a scratch except for some bumps and bruises.

By the time he came to his senses, he had already arrived at this paradise-like place.

It might be a bit of an exaggeration to call it a paradise on earth, but compared with the underworld atmosphere created by the men in black robes, it is much more comfortable.

After confirming that there was no danger around, Chu Xinglan shook his body and did not rush to change back into human form. Instead, he walked around casually.

Soon, he was sure that this was not an illusion, but a real place.

Looking up, there is a blue sky with white clouds floating in the sky and birds flying by occasionally. There is no trace of snow or even lava.

Chu Xinglan was a little confused for a moment. Where had he been dragged to?

Is this still in the secret realm?

Thinking of the possibility of leaving the secret realm, Chu Xinglan suddenly became excited and quickly took out his communication jade slip, wanting to see if he could contact his master.

Just as he was concentrating on fiddling with the jade slip, a big head popped up behind him, blinking its big eyes and looking at him curiously.