The originally densely packed heavenly soldiers and generals were killed by the three demon soldiers after they transformed into one, but in a moment, they were wiped out. On the contrary, Erlang Shen, although he was almost unable to support his continuous attacks, still had not yet fallen with his powerful magical cultivation.

Beiluo Zixiao recovered her true form and slowly hangs in front of Yiyun and Xier. Yiyun held Xier's Qianqian's right hand with one hand and held the hilt of the sword together. Beiluo Zixiao burned the deep purple flames, and the two of them disappeared in place in a flash.

At this time, Erlang Shen suffered a continuous blow and the energy in his body was almost exhausted. The endless photocopy of the fist and palm disappeared out of thin air. Erlang Shen couldn't breathe a sigh of relief, and a sharp blade with purple body penetrated into Erlang Shen's chest.

The deep purple light radiated from Erlang Shen's body that consumed a lot of energy. The purple flame completely enveloped Erlang Shen. Erlang Shen's last look before he was completely surrounded by the flame was full of reluctance and anger...

In the burning flames, Erlang Shen did not let out any screams and groans. A black light suddenly passed through the deep purple flame and penetrated into Yiyun's forehead. The deep purple flame was completely extinguished, and Erlang Shen was completely catalyzed into gas...

Dark Demon Eyes... Erlang Shen's death strike.

Yiyun shook her head gently and said lightly, "But that's the case, this kind of mental trauma ability is not worthy of hurting me." The corpse of the divine dog floating in the air was kicked down on the ground by Yiyun.

The next moment, Yiyun hugged Xier and appeared beside Menghe, the divine dog that flew down closely was lifted by Yiyun. Menghe stopped the exercise and stood up, but did not dare to say anything. Yiyun threw the dead dog in her hand and hurriedly caught it.

The next moment, the three of them appeared in the small courtyard of Bolan Huiyiyun, but entered through the window. "Change some clothes and help Xier cook this dog. Go back after dinner." Yiyun said lightly and turned around and left.

Menghe was hit by Nezha and sank into the ground, causing her beautiful clothes to be damaged in many places, and she really couldn't go back like this. However, Menghe was relieved at this moment. After all, the two of them did not suspect that they colluded with the fairy world because of the sudden change just now, and deliberately made a trap to harm Xier. This was the most important thing for Menghe.

Yi Yun's expression was as usual, returning to the duty place calmly. She stood quietly by the door, as if she had left, as if she suddenly appeared, and even the waves were not alarmed.

Bolan stretched and the affairs of the day were finally processed. He looked up and was stunned. Xiaoyin, who had suddenly left suddenly, came back. Bolan wanted to open his mouth to ask, but in the end he couldn't ask.

Originally, I should have asked, and I have the right to ask. But, I really don’t think I should ask, and I can’t ask. Perhaps, because I never think he owes me anything, and I never have the right to ask for anything. But, after all, am I still going to be the one who can do it?

...

Xier's skills finally passed through the dangerous period and returned to cohesion.

The light in the small courtyard was a little dim. It was night, and neither of them had the habit of lit strong light. Xier's body was covered with purple-red light, and her eyes were timid, staring at Yi Yun who was sitting on the side holding her. A pair of bright eyes blinked.

Outside the window, snow was flying.

Yiyun held Xier's timid and weak face in both hands, sighed softly, and said softly, "Do you do it, I will protect you." Xier said nothing, and her eyes turned to a pair of gloves in her hand. The dark purple energy gathered on the gloves under Xier's full force.

In the room, Xier, wearing a black shirt, was covered with ghostly purple-red energy. Under the reflection of the energy light, her beautiful and weak face clearly showed, which was particularly strange. She wrapped her hands around her waist and hugged Xier's Yiyun, her whole body was shrouded in a faint purple hazy light. Her eyes were extremely calm, and she was quietly staring at the beauty in her arms, her beautiful face that was constantly sweating.

Several magic weapons that had been releasing themselves to absorb energy, but these days, Yiyun was always staying with Xier when she was in office. In order to prevent another accident, Yiyun asked for this.

Xier did not make gloves all the time, and only made thirty-seven pairs, which is only three years and one month. For a master, especially as powerful as Xier, who was almost completely lost in energy for such a long time, it was too insecure and terrible.

However, Xier never panicked, nor was she irritated.

At this moment, it finally came to an end, and Xier's skills were truly restored. Xier put on the Nanji Piaomiao and Beiluo Zishou with her light hand, and hung Beiluo Piaomiao around her waist, and disappeared into the small courtyard. Inside and outside, Xier had already changed into a blood-red dress.

The beautiful woman's face was filled with a faint smile, and her long hair was gently tied.

This is a battlefield, and it is the place where Bolanhui and Luoming's main forces fight against the Demon God Army. These days, several magic weapons have been staying in the small courtyard and have not been able to go out on their own to absorb energy, which has greatly affected the growth rate of several magic weapons.

It doesn’t matter if the North Lost Zixiao is the main weapon of Yiyun, which is completely integrated with Yiyun’s people and artistic conception. It doesn’t matter if the Antarctic Ethereal that Xier wore. But the other three have a lot to do with, and it is impossible for him to come back when he lost time.

However, the impact caused cannot be compensated.

Therefore, when Yiyun was away, Xier chose to wear three magic weapons and go out to kill themselves. No matter how strong the magic weapon grows, it is impossible to be as strong as the master weapon as the holder. The speed of the magic weapon growing by itself cannot be faster than Xier wearing it to kill and absorb energy.

Xier's eyes were blurred, and the void was floating, and she approached the battlefield step by step, seemingly extremely slow. Perhaps it was by accident that some masters from the Two Sessions of the Demon Realm suddenly saw Xier approaching, subconsciously, a large number of people were trembling and retreating...

"The Legend of Killing... is the Legend of Killing Xi Madman, the Legend of Killing Xi Madman has arrived in the Demon Realm!" The Luominghui and the Bolanhui have become more and more masters, and the fear accumulated in the past for several years has not been much color even after coming to the Three Realms for nearly three hundred years.

But not everyone is like this, so how can everyone be like this?

Some masters of the Two Sessions have improved by leaps and bounds after the Demon Realm, and have a high level of improvement, and are full of confidence in themselves. Or they were masters who used to practice skills, but after they entered the Demon Realm, they turned to practice demon skills and successfully achieved a great reputation. Or, more, other...

"Don't be afraid! This is the demon world, not the world. If she dares to take action, we will guide these demon soldiers to attack her. In cooperation with our joint efforts, this is her death place!" The hearts of the people gradually became stable as these masters who are famous in the demon world speak.

Xier was getting closer and closer to the battlefield, and the purple-red energy light covered with her body became more and more intense. As Xier approached and gradually rising to mid-air, a large number of demon gods and the leader of the team were roaring, fearing, chaos, low-level yu Wangmo and the demon master, etc., panic and roaring, constantly retreating, regardless of the continuous damage caused by the two session masters who were chasing.

The seven demon kings used their skills to retreat some of the two session masters surrounded by them, half kneeling on the ground, "Greetings to the Piaomiao Demon King!" Xi'er's eyes were blurred, wearing the purple-red Antarctic Ethereal right hand, raised it lightly, and putting her middle finger on her mouth.

Laughing out loud...

In a large area around, countless layers of fist shadow palm prints appeared out of thin air, purple-red hues, spreading towards the surrounding area continuously. In pieces, Yu Wang Demons, the masters of the Two Sessions were penetrated by the purple-red fist shadow palm prints. The weak ones instantly turned into gas and died.

If the strength has a certain degree, if one more process, countless purple-red lights will always be emitted in the body, and then it will spread without a trace. Xier's long hair turns into a purple-red scent, and her length increases suddenly, surrounding her body without any rules and dancing.

A moment later, in the purple-red fist shadow and palm prints all over the sky, Xi'er's figure appeared and disappeared from time to time. When it appeared, countless lines scattered and flew around. Wherever it was hidden, the space showed a momentary twist. The original large number of people disappeared.

Xier seemed to be tired from moving, her figure was condensed in the air, slightly tilting her beautiful face, and laughing in a hysterical voice. The laughter was so crazy and so arrogant. The crazy laughter penetrated into the minds of everyone around her, and fear spread rapidly in every individual's body...

Originally, the masters who made big talk, as symbols, were the first to rush towards Xier, and were also the fastest and earliest to die. Members of the Two Sessions were afraid and pulled back and tried to escape from the battlefield, but in the next moment, they were penetrated by purple-red fist shadows or palm prints and dissipated.

The demons of yu were trying to escape in horror. There were too many demons of yu. However, they could not escape. The three sides were strictly sealed by the purple-red flame wall. The demons of yu who were trying to rush out were instantly burned into gas. The demons of yu, who were extremely scared by the flames, were penetrated by the purple-red dense fist shadow palm prints one after another, and turned into gas and disappeared without a trace.

The only thing that remained motionless were the seven demon kings. Although they were sweating on their faces, they still maintained a half-kneeling posture, lowered their heads slightly, and no one dared to try to look up and watch the situation in the field. The rules of hell, facing the king of higher existence, is the most basic etiquette of kneeling and worship. As a demon king, everyone has extremely terrible adjustment ability to control their own emotions.

The unrestrained and crazy laughter gradually subsided and calmed down.

There is silence around.

A red figure walked lightly towards the seven demon kings who were still kneeling on the ground. Xier's right hand was claw-shaped and penetrated into the heart of a demon king. A purple-red light radiated from the chest of the demon king. A moment later, there were only six people kneeling on the ground.

Xier said nothing, turned her body with a confused look on her face and slowly left.

The dead demon king has always been the general of the Demon King Yan, who belonged to the Great Demon King. It was not until Xier's figure completely disappeared that the six Demon Kings slowly stood up, bowed slightly in the direction of Xier's departure, changed his body and flew towards the headquarters of the Demon God Army.

In the eighteenth level hell, except for the two demon emperors, the one who cannot be offended the most is the Zixiao King. Even other great demon kings of the same level have very different attitudes towards Zixiao King. However, the most terrifying thing is King Piaomiao. In the battlefield, King Piaomiao's crazy killing ability made the great demon king under Yan Demon Emperor's men change his face when he sees it, and no one dares to test his sharpness.

If the Piaomiao King in the battle is in a bad mood, he will even kill the other great demon queens in his camp who are not directly subordinates. The other great demon kings never blame Piaomiao King for this, because the eighteen levels of hell, the most unprovoked demon king is Zixiao King, and the most terrifying king is Piaomiao King, both of them.

In the Demon World, a shocking news appeared. The legend of killing in the past appeared in the Demon World. With one move, a large number of people from the Demon God Army, Luominghui and Bolanhui can be easily destroyed.

Although the Demon God Army was also destroyed by the legend of Killing, the seven demon kings with powerful strength in the Demon God Army collectively bowed to the legend of Killing, called "Piaomiao King".

Rumors and speculation followed, and the legend of killing must be one of the main leaders of the Demon God Army...

The Legend of Killing Killing the Demon God Army does not make this speculation impossible at all. The Legend of Killing is a madman. As long as you are unhappy, you can kill anyone, let alone killing a group of low-level soldiers who are not a big deal in general...

Shortly after this news came out, there were continuous and high-frequency people fighting against the Demon God Army everywhere in the Two Sessions, and when they were fighting with the Demon God Army, a red figure appeared out of thin air, with a strange purple-red energy, and a crazy hysterical laughter echoed in one battlefield after another.

Time and again, bringing inhumane extinction killing.

The demon world is not an NPC organization, the most powerful two sessions, and at the same time, it is covered with a shadow of fear. The legend of killing reappears, the blood-red figure, the strange smile, the chuckle like a madman, the cruel means, the terrifying strength... Ask the demon world, who can compete?

But where is his legend of justice? The evil legend of witch killing has appeared. He can become the spiritual pillar of non-NPC existence in the demon world, and he can compete with it. Where is his legend of justice?

After reading the information with a headache, Bolan said decisively, "I must find the legend of killing. I must negotiate with her face to face! If this continues, the casualties of the Bolan masters will be too heavy. Although there are many masters in the Ascension Demon World, they are not on the same order of magnitude as compared to the Demon God Army..."

Bai Chenxiang said in a deep voice, "I'll go! I'll find her, it will definitely be easier than you. I believe that the legend of killing will never be a person who is inhumane. I will definitely persuade her to stop this crazy killing. Even if I sacrifice myself, I will definitely stop her!"

Before Bolan could speak, Bai Chenxiang said in a serious tone, "As a member of Bolan Club, I have the responsibility and obligation to share the pressure for the association owner. I have this unshirkable responsibility for this matter!"

After Bai Chenxiang said that, he turned around and left. Bolan stared at Bai Chenxiang. The figure that made people feel extremely tall was insane for a moment. ‘I understand, Xiaoyin, I understand what you meant at the time. When he comes back, I will definitely grab him in my hand…’ Bolan stared at the door of the headquarters hall.
Chapter completed!