Mu Yan slowly chewed the word "dark night".

"Yes, Dark Night is our name, followed by our code name. In Dark Night, it is ranked by strength. Of course, strength is not only about fighting, but also includes many aspects."

Luoyu said curiously: "Then do you don't have names? Or can't you say it?"

"Ha, name? What is that?" An Ye San smiled softly, "We had abandoned our names and identities many, many years ago. What does this irrelevant and disgusting thing remember? We have long forgotten."

Mu Yan raised his eyebrows slightly: "So you will lead my father away first, then ring the war drum and restart the soldiers, and touched me quietly, to kill me."

"No, I said before that if we change the occasion, our Princess Yu is likely to be friends. Since we are friends, we don't want to kill us until we have to."

"But I hope the princess can cooperate with us and hand over your demon zither to us for a while."

Mu Yan smiled and said, "When will you keep it?"

"Of course, when the Demon Lord is willing to hand over the [Ten Thousand Demon Hearts, Qingming Silks and Liuxian Fengyi]."

Mu Yan shook his head gently: "It seems that we can't reach an agreement on our opinions. Because there are two things here, I don't want to give them to you."

"Does Your Highness think that she still has a choice now?"

Mu Yan's lips slowly curled up, and his fingers still gently plucked the strings, making a pleasant sound: "Have you ever tried it before you know, right?"

An Ye San sighed softly and said, "It seems that our conversation has collapsed. Please forgive us for being polite. But please rest assured that your princess is not your life. We just want to ask you to rest in our small world for a while."

As soon as he finished speaking, three figures that were faintly visible in the black fog suddenly rushed towards Mu Yan.

The captain of the Blood Demon Emperor Guard shouted coldly: "Protect the princess!"

With a command, the eighteen demon lords immediately changed their bodies quickly and surrounded the three of Burning Tian.

The people from the Blood Demon Emperor Guard fight together all year round.

They had an uninterrupted tacit understanding, and they had trained a special formation hundreds of years ago.

In order to achieve the harmony of this formation, they suppressed their magic core level below the fifth level of the Demon Lord.

Once the eighteen people merge, they can exert their strength far better than ordinary immortal kings.

However, An Ye Eleven only smiled and said carelessly: "Three, leave these Blood Demon Guards to me, you go and catch the princess!"

An Ye San nodded: "Be careful!"

As he said that, he stepped out, and directly skipped the Blood Demon Emperor Guard and continued to rush towards Mu Yan.

The captain of the Royal Guard showed an angry look on his face.

People like Fen Tian didn't take their Blood Demon Emperor Guard seriously at all.

The cultivation of these three people is only at the middle and low level of the Immortal King.

The combination of their Blood Demon Emperor Guards can be directly killed even at the peak of the Immortal King.

"Don't even think about touching the princess!"

The captain shouted angrily, and when he released his spiritual sense, he was about to command his seventeen or eighteen demon masters to change their formations.

Block the way from the Sanye San and Sanye Qi.

However, the next moment, they felt a darkness in front of them.

The sight that was so close to you just disappeared.

They were locked in a confined space, unable to see anything, touch or feel it.
Chapter completed!