The figure standing in mid-air slowly turned around.

A strange face, an unfamiliar smile!

Not Chen Ping!

"Beauty, don't look at me like this. Do you think I'm very handsome?"

Black Front showed an evil smile, and he perfectly used the evil spirit of the demon clan.

Luo Luo looked at him and always felt that he was very familiar, but he felt that he was so strange.

"Who are you?"

Luo Luo had expectations and a hint of desire in his heart.

"I am the eldest disciple of the Demon God, the Black Strike!"

Black Fighter is such a strange name, but people who are familiar with Chen Ping know that the giant sword he used is called Black Fighter. Is this a coincidence?

"Black Blade!"

Luo Luo looked at him and had countless thoughts about this name and this person. Apart from this name, he also had a familiar feeling. He didn't look like that person at all.

This is not him!

There are many people who think the same as Luo Luo. They all recognize Chen Ping. He has many habits that cannot be changed!

Moreover, this person is a demon clan. Many powerful people around him have seen it. I am sure that this is a demon cultivator, not Chen Ping.

He still hasn't come back!

But a demon cultivator was not afraid of thunder tribulation, but could resist thunder tribulation. Finally, he shouted loudly and shook the thunder clouds.

This is so similar to Chen Ping!

Can there be a genius demon in the demon race who can resist the thunder tribulation?

Just like Chen Ping!

The Demon Lord looked at the black front in the air, laughed loudly, and said to Xiong Chongyan beside him: "Bitch, are you very disappointed? This is not him, he won't come!"

The black front in the air looked at the Demon Lord with a cold gaze, and his figure disappeared in the air.

When it appeared, it had already arrived at the Demon Lord.

"Your Highness, be careful!"

A monk reminded the Demon Lord, but he was still one step late!

The black striker snatched Xiong Chongyan from his hand, and kicked him hard.

"What I hate most in my life is a man who bullies women. You are a waste of money like you deserve to be a human being!"

The cold voice of the black forward penetrated the Demon Lord's heart deeply.

It would be fine if he was insulted by Chen Ping. What qualifications does a demon have to show off his power in the human race?

"Kill him, why are you watching? Kill him for me!"

The Demon Lord roared, he wanted to kill the demon who insulted him, and then rob Xiong Chongyan back.

However, this time he roared, and even the dead soldiers from his prince's mansion did not move.

Wang Zhonglei shook his head and sighed. The Eighth Prince was not like this before. Since the incident in the map of mountains and rivers, his personality has changed and he has completely become another person. His soul is no longer complete.

"Enough!"

Wang Zhonglei shouted softly, and his voice directly reached the soul of the Demon Lord. His irritable mood and chaotic thoughts seemed to have suddenly returned to the clarity. He looked around in a daze, as if he had no idea what had happened just now.

Until she saw Xiong Chongyan holding Heifeng’s hand!

"Si Si, come here!"

Xiong Chongyan looked at the Demon Lord. This man was very hateful, but also pitiful. He didn't even notice such a big problem with his soul.

Xiong Chongyan had a pair of smart eyes, but he was on the demon monk beside him who was hugging him.

That familiar feeling doesn't seem fake!

"Are you a demon?"
Chapter completed!