No, no!

There are so many powerful musicians in the world, why are they necessarily god musicians?

What's more, even the Kamikaze masters back then had never heard of anyone who could cultivate both demons and spirits.

Perhaps, he is just a powerful musician with unknown supernatural powers!

After all, the dignified demon princess and several other brothers with extraordinary skills in Xiaoyao Sect, it’s no big deal to have some amazing methods, right?

Just as the spiritual practitioners were thinking, the war finally ended completely.

Wuzhuang, Yan Yue, Wu Gu and others have been subdued by Si Tiancheng and Yun Ruohan and others, and cannot move.

In the corner of Tianmei Hall, there is a small isolation space.

Wen Zhe had a gloomy face and stared at the seven people from Xiaoyao Sect surrounded by spiritual and demon cultivators, with extreme anger and reluctance in his eyes.

Failed!

He had been dormant for thousands of years and thought that his plan was foolproof, but failed like this.

Although Jun Shitian and Di Mingjue are likely to be doomed.

But the safety of these people in the Tianmei Hall means that the demon clan will not fall apart, and the demon cultivators and spiritual cultivators will not make a mortal enemy.

On the contrary, after this battle, the reputation of the demon princess Jun Muyan completely reached its peak.

She could completely replace Jun Shitian and become the leader of the demon clan.

In addition, the gratitude and admiration of the spiritual and demon cultivators obtained by the Xiaoyao Sect that emerged from nowhere.

In this way, the master's plan was not only not implemented smoothly, but instead had more obstacles.

As the implementer of this plan, he messed up such an important plan and exposed his identity. He didn't dare to think about the punishment he would receive after returning to his master.

Wen Zhe's teeth clattered, and he hated the seven people in Xiaoyao Sect in his heart.

It's them!

They destroyed his plan and made him face such a dilemma!

"Sir, if you don't leave, I'm afraid that Tianmei Palace will not be able to trap them this time, and we can't hide our traces!"

An anxious voice from his subordinates came from beside him.

Although this Tianmei Hall is now the mustard seed space controlled by Wen Zhe.

But this mustard seed space originally belonged to the Demon Lord Shi Tian.

Wenzhe only used the [Lovesick Demon Love Curse] to temporarily control this mustard seed space.

But such control is limited after all, and it will cost a lot of demonic energy.

Especially Wen Zhe is now eroded by the [Blood Transformation Curse] and his body is exhausted from the demonic energy.

He has gradually lost control of [Tianmei Palace].

If you don’t leave now, even this hidden small space you have opened will be discovered.

By then, they will inevitably become the target of public criticism and will never escape.

Wen Zhe took a deep breath. Although he was unwilling to accept his failure.

Slowly formed a curse seal with both hands.

At the same time, a [Black Curse Talisman] floated out of his arms.

This is his last way to save his life, and he can quickly teleport them to a safe place.

However, the next moment, a sarcastic sneer came from Wen Zhe's ear.

"I still want to escape at this time? Wen Zhe, do you think you can escape?"

Wen Zhe suddenly opened his eyes and watched the burning of the [Black Curse Talisman] in front of him suddenly stopped in the air.

Immediately afterwards, a hand grabbed the still [Black Curse Talisman] from mid-air and quickly tore it to pieces.

The teleportation stops, which means that Wen Zhe and his team's last escape route is blocked.

Wen Zhe met Han Ye's sarcastic eyes, "The little mouse in the gutter, I have been waiting for you here for a long time."
Chapter completed!