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

Yes, the truth is that it is that simple.

From the very beginning, Wen Zhe was a pawn arranged to enter the Mozu.

This chess piece has been arranged for nearly two thousand years, step by step, approaching the core of the power of the demons.

Then only a little bit, the Mozu can be turned upside down.

Minwei grabbed the old man and said in a trembled voice: "You are Zhong Li? You are Zhong Li?!"

Zhong Li closed his eyes and slowly wiped away the blood and tears on his face.

Then he squatted and said, "The old man is just a servant next to the princess now, and he is no longer a priest of the Devil Emperor!"

He didn't even want to return to the Devil Palace.

Baiyun Canggu, things are not humans, what else can I miss?

The sole purpose of his standing here is to ask an answer for himself for thousands of years.

To seek justice for myself, who has been wandering in hell for thousands of years.

The old man walked slowly towards Zhong Li, his old hands with complicated runes on his chest, muttering something in his mouth.

One step, another step.

"Wa...ah...ha...summer...sha...well..."

When the two were only one meter apart, the old man suddenly stopped and raised his head to meet Wen Zhe's eyes.

The dazzling red light flew out of the old man's hand and directly penetrated Wen Zhe's eyebrows.

"what--!!"

A short and painful scream came from Wen Zhe.

Then the flames started to burn his face, his hair, and his flesh and bones.

The intense pain caused Wen Zhe to struggle desperately, and the two magic servants who were holding him could not catch him, so they could only retreat again and again.

Wen Zhe's screams were not like the talented Yu Yanran, but were stern and broke through the clouds.

He suppressed it hard, his body convulsed, not wanting to make a sound.

But occasionally, I couldn't bear the leaked groan, but it was so heartbreaking that it made my scalp numb.

The old man was just like that. Linxia watched him scream, watched him wailing, watched him struggle.

Wetness slowly flooded in his eyes, but the voice that exited was still calm: "This face is not yours, and this body is not yours. Since it's not yours, then you shouldn't stay on your body."

His hands continued to seal, and he chanted the weird demon mantra again.

"And your priestly magical powers, which I have carefully taught and taught you, and they also don't belong to you."

"Wen Zhe..."

The old man slowly said word by word: "As the Demon Emperor Priest Zhongli, I will drive you out of the priest's palace and the Demon Imperial City. From now on, you will no longer be my disciple of Zhongli. From then on, you and me There is nothing to do with you anymore!"

The bones on Wen Zhe's body seemed to make a harsh, crisp sound.

Immediately afterwards, he spit out a scream that was a hundred times more stern than before, and his whole body suddenly exploded, splashing blood, and instantly soaking his whole person in a pool of blood.

The surrounding magic servants all turned pale when they saw this scene.

Before today, Zhong Li was still a high priest of the Demon Emperor.

He is a big figure under the whole demon clan.

But now...

Was the man who was lying in a pool of blood and his face blurred, really the priest of the Demon Emperor?

"Hahahahahaha!!"

Suddenly, hysterical laughter came from Wen Zhe's mouth.

His rickety body slowly stopped spasm and stretched out.

A bloody face slowly lifted up and looked at the old man, "Master, in this way, all I owe you are paid off, right?"