For three consecutive days, everyone was attacked and killed by many magical beasts.

But with the presence of Yuan Yao, the benevolent Holy Mother, those monsters were lucky enough to survive.

Mo Wuya, Ling Xiao and Yuan Yao were walking side by side. Gradually, more and more talented disciples from the Immortal Trail gathered behind the three of them, trying to get protection.

On the night of the fourth day, when everyone was sitting around in the mountain forest, bursts of "rustling" sounds suddenly came from the darkness in the distance.

Immediately afterwards, a figure in black appeared out of thin air and looked coldly at the people below him.

"Which one is Ling Xiao?"

This person has a demonic intent that is similar to this immortal trace, and even his cultivation level is far beyond the ordinary Xijiang genius.

The most important thing is that behind the black-clothed figure, there seem to be countless magical beasts following them, surrounding the figure in the ancient forest.

"Damn it...are these monsters kept in captivity?"

Some geniuses exclaimed, but Ling Xiao's lips curved.

Captivity?

It doesn't exist. He just ordered the dead man to walk around the surrounding mountains and forests and attract all the nearby monsters.

As for the reason…
Chapter completed!