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Mu Yan: “…”

Her grief and despair was a little stuck when she saw the furry fat ball falling into the vortex.

Why did Huanghuang come out too?

At this moment of stunned silence, the vortex and Jun Shitian were completely gone.

Mu Yan's heart thumped, and extreme panic and fear surged into his heart.

What exactly is the vortex?

Can Jun Shitian and Di Mingjue who entered it still live?

But at this moment, she felt worried and panic in her heart, but no longer had despair.

Because Huang Huang followed in.

Qihuang's voice also came to her ears at the right time.

"Don't worry, although I don't know where Jun Shitian and Di Mingjue went, as long as Huang Huang is there, the fortune of heaven will stand on their side."

"At least I will not die."

Qihuang's voice was full of caress and mocked him with annoyance: "Instead of worrying about them, you might as well worry about yourself! Di Mingjue, this idiot, jumped in and did it? Wouldn't it be better to throw the dead fat chicken in directly? There is not even an immortal level here. Are you planning to let you die on your own?"

Mu Yan: “…”

Although Qihuang's words are very unpleasant, we are very weary.

But Mu Yan subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and most of the worries in his heart dissipated.

She didn't know why, but she was very confident.

As long as Huang Huang follows Di Mingjue, nothing will happen to them.

The situation is tense now, but it is my own side.

...

“Hahahahaha…”

Sure enough, not long after the vortex disappeared, Wen Zhe's laughter echoed in the ruined temple, "I really didn't expect that the master's plan to retreat to the next best can kill two birds with one stone. Di Mingjue, I was already ready to be killed by you, just to get rid of the Demon Lord Killing the Sky. I didn't expect that if there was a way to heaven, you wouldn't go, and if there was no way to hell, you would want to break in!"

As he spoke, his face was riddled with holes and was quickly recovered.

The body of the demon clan is much stronger than that of spiritual cultivation. The higher the cultivation level, the stronger the recovery speed.

As long as the magic core is still there, you will not suffer any fatal injuries.

Their bodies can recover in a short period of time, and even scars will not be left behind.

So at this moment, Wen Zhe's face had recovered like an ordinary person, and there was no trace of being burned.

But strangely, his face was very different from the original one.

That kind of gentleness and nobility disappeared.

Instead, it is the sinisterness and ruthlessness that only those who climb up from the gutter of hell will have.

The old man looked at his face for a while, slowly lowered his head, and clenched his fists.

That face was becoming more and more like Wen Zhe, rather than his "Zhongli".

I don’t know if it was because of the burning of the demon fire, but Fenghua Quicksand seems to be gradually losing its effect.

The old man reached out and touched his face.

Then will his face and cultivation come back with him?

...

But at this time Wen Zhe did not have time to care about what the old man was thinking.

He has always been affectionate. When Zhongli was very kind to him, he could take away his life without hesitation and knock him to hell.

Just now, Zhongli burned him with the magic fire, and he felt that he had paid off his master-disciple relationship with Zhongli.
Chapter completed!