The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

Is it too late for him to swallow what he just said now?

The lord of Tuxian City had already knelt down with a thud, saying: "Long live the demon!"

Tianhe swallowed, a Gulu stood up from the position, grabbed the magic mirage by the window, and was about to fly down.

And at the moment Tianhe moved, the battle situation on the Magic Crystal Platform changed once again.

...

He Lianzhuo, who had been chopped by Mu Yan's Qijue Sword before, had his stumps flying around and stood up intact.

His hands were holding a black flag streamer.

While the flag banner was waving, a steady stream of magic energy gathered on him from Tuxian Square, allowing his strength to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Demon Lord Seventh Order, Demon Lord Eighth, Demon Lord Ninth Order, Demon Lord Peak!

Mu Yan's expression became more and more serious. She bit the tip of her tongue, using pain to force her consciousness not to be corroded by toxins.

Turning his head and looking around, he saw a large area lying down on the square that had just been shoulder to shoulder.

Even Yun Ruohan, Yu Ying, and Ye Ling fell to the ground, their faces in pain.

The Ye Ling with a low cultivation base had even passed out, and his body twitched violently.

It is conceivable that if the magic energy in the body continues to be drawn away, her magic core will collapse because it cannot bear it.

At that time, even her life could not be saved.

"Ye Liangchen, I didn't intend to use this trick in Tuxian City. I didn't expect that you could push me to this point."

He Lianzhuo's tone was calm, arrogant and proud.

But in fact, his mood is far from tranquil.

The boy in front of him was far beyond his imagination.

Heirs of the demon raised from heaven, just like him, change from spiritual cultivation to demonic cultivation.

But Ye Liangchen was more than a hundred years younger than him, and his strength was already so strong.

If you give him more time...

Thinking of this, Helianzhuo felt murderous in his heart.

He must completely stifle this powerful competitor, and there will never be a day to turn back.

Helianzhuo raised the black flag in his hand and shook it slightly in the air twice.

In a moment, the sharp noise in the sky sounded again.

The thick red fog enveloped Mu Yan Tuantuan.

Her hearing and vision were sealed again, and her spiritual consciousness could not be extended.

What's more frightening than before is that this time is not a short moment.

Mu Yan's whole body suddenly tightened, cold sweat oozing out of the palm of Qi Juejian's hand.

The next moment, a sharp pain came from the shoulder.

She suddenly turned around and swung her long sword, but nothing was cut.

"Haha, Ye Liangchen, stop struggling, it's useless."

In the sharp whistling sound, Helianzhuo's voice was directly infused into her mind, with a bloodthirsty and brutal killing intent, "Even if you will be punished against the rules of the general election, I will never allow you to live!"

"Oh, yes, there are Youyue and her familiar, I remember, that humble and useless rubbish familiar seems to be your senior, right? Don’t worry, they will be with you soon. !"

puff!

The long sword pierced Mu Yan's chest, so that she could no longer hold it, and fell to her knees.

The blood stained her clothes red, and drove away on the magic crystal platform.

The sound that had originally disappeared began to be heard intermittently.

Pain, struggle, fear, despair!

That was the wailing of the demons on Tuxian Square.

Because the demons believe in the strong respect, the winner is the king and the loser.