My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Wan Huan Ling silk's wanton laughter spread to everyone's ears, which was very noticeable.

When everyone heard the sound and looked down, they saw a bright red ling silk, one end was wrapped around the right foot of the chief demon cultivator, and the other end was held in the hands of a female cultivator from a distance.

"Lu Zijia!"

After seeing the female cultivator, Shi Ningning in the crowd couldn't help but exclaimed.

In the Four Continents Competition, Lu Zijia is famous for smashing his opponents off the ring with pure form, so besides Shi Ningning, there are many people who know Lu Zijia's name.

Hearing someone calling her name, Lu Zijia's gaze couldn't help but quickly swept over, and after finding that it was Shi Ningning, she withdrew her gaze as if nothing had happened.

"Bam—"

"Fuck! I actually used Fu Lu to bombard Ben Lingsu, and Ben Lingsu strangled you to death!"

Wanhua Lingsu, who was smashed with several blasting talismans by the head demon, instantly tightened his right leg wrapped around the head demon.

The head demon cultivator didn't seem to have expected that several Xuan-level high-level blasting talismans failed to break the Wanhuan Ling silk, and a flash of horror flashed in his eyes.

The next moment, the severe pain in his right calf made his complexion change again.

Seeing that he was about to fall into Lu Zijia's hands, he gritted his teeth for the first demon cultivator, and the sternness in his eyes flashed past. The next moment, he aimed the spiritual dagger in his hand at his right calf.

"Come on together, don't let him run away!"

Seeing that Mo Xiu wanted to self-mutilate and cut off his calf, so as to get rid of Wanhuan Lingsu's bondage, Lu Zijia yanked Wanhuan Lingsu's hand suddenly.

"Fuck! As expected of a demon cultivator who is dead but not stiff, let alone being ruthless, he doesn't even let himself go, ruthless, it's really too ruthless!"

While complaining, Jinta attacked Mo Xiu's back.

Because of Lu Zijia's pulling force, the leader of the demon cultivator suddenly became unstable, and his original intention to self-mutilate and escape was instantly withdrawn.

"Damn it! This guy hit me with Fu Lu again, master, let's kill him with Fu Lu!"

Wanhuan Lingsi, who was smashed with Fu Lu again and again, finally couldn't help but fry.

However, before Lu Zijia could reply, Nether Binghuo spoke first, "Just such a guy, this uncle will be burned to death, what's the use of wasting Fu Lu."

"That's right, watch this young master kick him!"

Daxuelang said that he did it, and he really succeeded in kicking the butt of the head demon, but he only kicked the person out, and did not kick the person flying.

"Cut, that's all, it's up to my uncle."

The big snow wolf, which Jinta despised, suddenly became as huge as a hill after escaping a few talismans and a few spiritual tools smashed by the chief demon cultivator.

The next moment, he slapped Mo Xiu on the back, and pressed him to the ground, rubbing and rubbing.

Looking at the giant pit that was photographed by the golden tower, a group of cultivators on the side swallowed their saliva in horror. The gazes that looked at the golden tower were so terrified and terrified.

That magic cultivator is a cultivator of the Golden Core Stage, and it was solved so easily, and it was just a simple one, slap, and palm!

OMG! How powerful is this big black cat as huge as a hill!

For a time, many envious eyes fell on Lu Zijia.

With such a powerful contracted spirit beast, he can almost walk sideways in the prehistoric secret realm. Of course, this is under the condition of not being beaten by the group.

Looking at Jinta, who was still rubbing, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing and rubbing, with a triumphant face, Daxuelang, Nether Binghuo and Wanhuan Ling silk who had not had time to make a big move said good, angry, ah!