Although I guessed that this might be the work of the immortal sword of the senior ancestor of this sect, the disciples of Huayu Sect did not dare to say bad words, but after all the hard work was over, everyone could not help but shed tears secretly.

There are also many complaints in my heart.

As for the other immortal cultivators outside, they are now complaining.

This radius of thousands of miles is more than just a mess.

Not only is it a monster living in vain.

The cultivators also expressed their expressions of collapse and frustration.

...

In a small wood.

A weasel about a foot long ran away desperately.

Although it is not tall, it emits a faint demonic aura all over its body, and it is obviously a little demon who has become a spirit.

Behind, a young girl wearing a light yellow dress and an oval face was chasing her.

There is a blue flying sword in front of it, cutting off the branches blocking the way.

Seeing that the weasel had nowhere to escape, a hint of joy appeared on the girl's face.

However, at this moment.

Zheng...

Like the sound of gold and iron, like a sharp blade being unsheathed.

A silver sword light appeared in front of me.

When the sword light disappeared, a large pit about a meter-long diameter appeared where the weasel demon was standing just now. As for the demon itself, it was so instantly that there was no residue left.

The girl stood there in a daze, fearing and aggrieved, and then couldn't help crying.

In order to catch this little demon, she crossed mountains and rivers and didn't sleep all night.

...

A big river rushes westward.

There is a lonely boat on the river. A fisherman is wearing a straw raincoat and a straw hat, drinking turbid wine while fishing.

Sudden.

The fish hook moved.

The fisherman put down the wine pot and pulled the fishing rod upwards.

Hurry!

The white splashes were dragged from the river surface, a large black fish with a foot of twenty or thirty kilograms.

The green glaze on the surface of the fish actually emitted an extremely rich demonic aura.

"Haha, I finally caught you, the bluefish, with the earthworms I had been feeding with elixir since I was a child. It's worth the hard work of me over the past two years. With you making soup, I have hope of my Nascent Soul."

The fisherman smiled, and he was actually a cultivator at the peak of the Golden Elixir Stage.

However, extreme happiness leads to sorrow.

Above the nine heavens, I was driving the gale wind. I have been studying hard these days, and I have been trying to kill demons and eliminate demons by myself. I have noticed the demonic energy and locked here.

Then, he slashed out a sword like a thunderous thunder.

The golden elixir monk dressed in the fisherman was happily carrying the big bluefish.

Suddenly, a silver light flashed in front of me, and then the sound of a sword sounded into my ears.

"not good!"

It was too late for him to react. After the sword light passed, he was unscathed, but only half of the straw rope carrying the bluefish were left in his hand.

As for the big blue fish that took him two years to finally catch the big green fish that was ready to make soup to help him break through the Nascent Soul realm.

It has become dark and blurred, emitting a burnt smell. When blown by the wind, it turns into ashes and disappears.

The fisherman was stunned. He was a little dazed at first, but finally he was so angry that he jumped up and cursed, crying while scolding.

...

And this is the recent portrayal of the cultivators who want to subdue demons, but are constantly robbed of monsters. In the end, they work in vain and always get nothing.

Not only will the demons die in vain, but the cultivators will also be madly angry.

It's a coincidence.

Lin Xiaoyao has been staying in the ancestral hall of the ancestors these two days.

It wasn't until today that I thought about going out for a walk.

As a result, I didn't go much further and I heard a lot of complaints.

He couldn't help but feel ashamed.

Who would have thought that if I didn’t go out for two days, the Huai Wood Fairy Sword had already caused such a disaster.

This time, what I received was not praise, but a huge wave of negative emotions.

If this continues, there will be really complaints.

So, Lin Xiaoyao quickly returned to his yard.

He looked up at the sky, his eyes seemed to have crossed thousands of mountains and murmured softly: "Come back."

...

Five thousand miles west of Huayu Sect.

Several casual cultivators were clamoring for a fierce battle around a monster.

They looked nervous and turned around from time to time.

But don't get me wrong, everyone is not looking for a way out.

On the contrary, there are many people at this moment, and facing the small demon clan, it is obviously the best.

But recently, rumors of fairy swords robbing monsters have long been spread in the world of immortal cultivation.

They were afraid that at the critical moment the elusive fairy sword appeared, and they would be in vain.

"Hurry up and delay, maybe the fairy sword will come."

A stout and mighty man urged him loudly.

However, before the words were finished, the expression froze and a scream came from his ears: "No, it's already here."

Everyone almost cried. The more they were afraid of something, the more they would encounter it. Could it be that they were in vain?

Someone hurriedly bowed and asked the immortal sword's men to show mercy.

However, although the fairy sword has spirits, it is not as smart as humans.

Or just a stubborn.

It felt that it was subduing demons and demons, so how could it be merciful to the demons? Of course, it had to eliminate all evil and slash it with one sword.

Therefore, ignore everyone's begging for mercy.

The sword light was like snow, and was about to fall, but suddenly, the Huai Wood Fairy Sword seemed to sense something. It suddenly braked, then turned the direction, turned into a stream of light, soared into the sky, and disappeared into the sky.

"It's really showing mercy?"

"Is it because the immortals heard our prayers?"

Everyone looked at each other.

Then there was ecstasy.

The joy of losing and regaining made them full of energy, and they were fierce and energetic and killed the monster with a hundredfold spirit.

...

"Have you heard that the immortal took back the fairy sword!"

"Immortals are so kind and righteous!"

"Yes, what we are anxious about is a great righteousness."

...

What Lin Xiaoyao never expected was.

Huaimu Fairy Sword misinterpreted his meaning and caused a big disaster. These days, it caused a lot of trouble for everyone. After he recalled the Fairy Sword, he originally thought that he would be criticized and despised by everyone and gained a lot of negative emotions.

But the result is not the case.

It can even be said that the opposite is true.

All the cultivators in this radius are praised by him.

Lin Xiaoyao feels embarrassed by approachable people, benevolence and righteousness, and all kinds of praises.
To be continued...