After I was reborn, I became a top player in the cultivation world

"Little tricks!"

Deep in the dense forest, a dark figure gradually walked out.

Jiang Li felt a huge coercion coming from his body, and he knelt down involuntarily. Looking at Meng Zhixin next to him, he had exactly the same reaction as himself.

Meng Zhixin gritted his teeth, "What is that?"

What is more terrifying than what it is is that the cultivation level of this thing has reached the point where it can suppress everything.

Even when all the pressure on Xie Fan's body was released, he had never felt such a sense of suffocation.

"At critical moments, you still have to look at me!" Qianhua could still withstand the pressure.

But before he could be happy for long, the formation he set up with all his strength was shattered by that weirdo's blow!

Dozens of Shura immediately escaped.

Nepeta's face was even more ecstatic, and she went straight to greet him, "High Priest, you are here!"

The person known as the high priest was not tall, and her graceful silhouette was vaguely visible in the black robe draped around her body.

It's a woman!

"Go away."

She was very displeased with Jing Jie's attentiveness and knocked Jing Jie to the ground with a wave of her sleeves.

Jie Jie was caught off guard and took a mouthful of mud, struggling on the ground in a panic. Dozens of other Shura knelt down and saluted the woman respectfully, "Welcome the high priest!"

Meng Zhixin had been pressed so hard that his heart and lungs ached, but he refused to admit defeat, "What high priest? Is this the leader of your bugs?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the dark shadow had already arrived in front of him.

Even though she hadn't done anything yet, Meng Zhixin was so painful that she vomited a mouthful of blood and couldn't even keep her kneeling position.

The laughter of the priestess came from under the black robe, "I thought you had some ability as a junior, but it turns out you just have a mouth."

Meng Zhixin spat out a mouthful of blood at the feet of the priestess, "Old witch, how many lifetimes have you lived? When I'm your age, I can't tell who is more powerful."

What kind of skill is it to bully him based on experience and age?

Meng Zhixin wiped the blood on his mouth and still laughed.

The priestess's laughter gradually stopped. She stared at the hem of her black robe that was soiled by Meng Zhixin's vomit, and frowned, "Looking for death!"

She reached out and struck Meng Zhixin's Tianling Cap.

With her strength, she could crush this arrogant young man's skull with just a twist.

But at this moment, a silver judge pen rushed up against her palm!

The priestess turned around suddenly and saw Jiang Li half-kneeling, using her spiritual power to control the Judge's Pen to attack her.

Even though he tried his best, it was just a child's game in the eyes of the priestess.

"It's quite good to be able to look like this under my pressure." The priestess looked at Jiang Li with a different kind of appreciation and pity.

"If you are willing to give up the methods of the Xiu Zhen sect and switch to my Shura clan, I would like to teach you personally."

"You are dreaming, I, a member of the Sword Spirit Sect, will never rebel against our sect!"

Jiang Li has a resolute face and will never compromise.

The tip of the judge's pen was frustrated by the pressure of the priestess, and a golden flash appeared. He was about to be suppressed, but in an instant, his tenacious will burst out.

He focused his spiritual power on the tip of the Judge's Pen, pointed it sharply upward, and penetrated the palm of the priestess' hand.

Nepeta was shocked, "...High Priest!"

The priestess's face remained normal, but there was a slight wave of emotion in her heart.

Although this man's cultivation level is average, his spiritual power is actually mixed with the blood of Shura, but his words and actions seem to have no knowledge of his own life experience.

How interesting…

Jiang Lei took advantage of this opportunity and turned around to protect Meng Zhixin and prepared to escape, but Jing Jie immediately ordered other Shura to surround them.

Nepeta said in an almost dog-like manner, "What are you still waiting for? These people dare to hurt the high priest and why don't they be executed as soon as possible."

Unexpectedly, those Shura did not listen to Jiejie's command, but just waited for the next order from the priestess.

"Where is the Divine Ying Staff? Hand it over." The priestess was not in a hurry to put them to death. She was more curious about the whereabouts of the Divine Ying Staff.

"You are stupid if you want to kill. Where do you come from with so much talk?" Meng Zhixin said very lazily, "If we really have the Divine Ying Staff, how difficult will it be to deal with you? How could we wait until this time."

Neither Jiang Li nor Meng Zhixin glanced at Zhenhua.

Xian Hua trembled from the bottom of her heart. According to Meng Shijiu's original plan, she never expected that it would attract such a terrifying fighting force.

He had lived a long life, and naturally he had heard of the terrifying Lord Sacrifice of the Shura tribe, but who would have thought that this was actually a woman?

Moreover, the priest also ran away from Hongyuan Island where the Shura tribe stayed?

Those fools in the world of cultivation were unprepared for this, and they engaged in internal fighting among themselves all day long...

"Boy, they all said no, so let me ask you."

The priestess aimed her eyes at Xianhua, "Do you know where the Divine Ying Staff is?"

Meng Zhixin's heart tightened, "Old witch, please don't act recklessly, this child is still young!"

He quickly protected Xianhua behind him.

When the priestess saw this, she immediately raised her head and laughed, "So it's this child."

Xianhua had a headache. After so many things, why was Meng Zhixin still so stupid? Didn't he tell the people of the Shura tribe that the Divine Ying Staff was on his body?

"Be good, take out your things. I won't make things difficult for you, and I can still let this brother go."

The priestess took off the cover of her black robe and smiled very kindly.

Xianhua was shocked when she first saw her face. This woman had clear facial features and beautiful eyebrows. Unfortunately, there was a horrible red scar spreading on the right cheek. It was jumping with the woman's every move, like a flame.

, ready to come out.

Meng Zhixin was dumbfounded, "Just let me go? What about my senior brother?" Could this old witch have fallen in love with his senior brother?

"It seems that you still don't know your senior brother's life experience."

The priestess couldn't help but sneer, "If you knew about it, I'm afraid you would be scared."

Meng Zhixin gritted his teeth. He remembered that Xie Fan had said before that Jiang Li might have the blood of the Shura clan...

"You don't need to say this to sway us. I won't believe a word of what the Shura clan says."

"Stop talking nonsense and take it out, otherwise you will all die!"

The priestess's patience had run out, so she grabbed Xianhua and tried to find the whereabouts of the divine staff from the child's body.

But the moment she touched Xianhua, her hand suddenly felt burning pain, and the scars on her face were even more painful.

Xianhua took a few steps back, her brows lowered, and her back was close to a big tree.

The moment the tree roots came into contact with the genkwa, they seemed to receive tremendous nourishment, and spread out like crazy to protect Meng Zhixin and Jiang Li.

"Since she came for me, you two should just ignore her and protect yourselves."

Xianhua's voice is still very green, but her words are very calm.