Zhu Hong understood the Dharma of Heaven and Earth, and Zhaoming also had a demon emperor fighting body.

This is the supreme magical power of the Demon Emperor in the last era. It can improve combat power several times. Its power is so great that the heroes in the world dare not look directly at it.

It was also a generation of the demon clan. All royal families gathered under the banner of the demon emperor, swallowing thousands of miles of wilderness and sweeping across the sky.

Unfortunately, the Demon Emperor accidentally entered a dangerous place and was trapped for a hundred years, causing a mess of sand inside the demon clan.

In this short period of time, Emperor Rendao rose up and used Zhoutian Star Fighting Art to combine the extraordinary magical powers to break the prosperity of the demon clan. Even if the demon emperor finally escaped from the trap, he was defeated by the opponent in a row and was eventually defeated.

It is not a demon emperor who is inferior to the Emperor Rendao, but the fate is hard to figure out. This extraordinary magical power was destroyed by the Demon Emperor and the royal family after an era of annihilation, and after billions of years, he finally returned to this world.

At this time, even if he was one level lower, Zhaoming's momentum was not weak at all.

"Okay, that's what's interesting!" Zhu Hong laughed loudly, raised his hand and raised it, and a bright yellow sword appeared in his hand, with bone patterns like fish bones inside. The blade body was translucent, faintly red like blood, revealing a terrible murderous intent.

The Tiger Soul Knife, the acquired treasure from the last era, entered the innate number after experiencing the creation of the world.

The sword appeared, and a clear sound rang out, which was incompatible with the murderous aura. It vaguely swept across Zhaoming's demon emperor's battle body, as if sighing something lightly.

"You will actually let him use Jiuli's sword!" The Eastern Prince sneered, as if he was mocking him. I don't know if he was mocking the high priest of the witch clan, or mocking Zhu Hong for not being qualified to use this knife at all.

The high priest of the witch clan didn't care and said lightly: "Don't you think this is interesting when using Jiuli's sword to fight the successor of Jiuli's martial arts?"

As soon as the words were finished, Zhaoming placed the Kongtong seal on his chest, holding the flames in his hand and had already fought with Zhu Hong.

He was only going to defeat the opponent with flames, but he could no longer do it at this moment. The opponent was one level higher than his own and used the innate treasure, so he could only use the Kongtong Seal.

Zhu Hong held the tiger soul sword in his hand, and used his murderous aura to stimulate his black flames. A sword light slashed from the nine heavens, which was extremely terrifying.

Zhaoming always feels familiar with this black flame. At this moment, he finally remembers it.

In the past, there were twelve-grade black lotus in the Yaochi Pool. Wanjiang came to the world at the order of the Demon Ancestor and activated the spirit of the Four Symbols to take away the twelve-grade black lotus. The flames surging in the black lotus were very close to the black flame breath of Zhu Hong's body at this moment.

This is the fire of the devil. Although Zhu Hong was just a contact, his power was quite impressive, especially the terrifying murderous aura of the Tiger Soul Knife made Zhaoming dare not fight easily.

Release the divine consciousness. Capture the other party's every move, the flying fire meteor is flying around, looking for Zhu Hong's weakness,

Unfortunately, the fire of the Demonic Way is fierce, and it is not weak and the sky fire is even worse, and it does not give Zhaoming any chance at all.

Helplessly, he could only fight with the sword tomb. He relied on the defense of Kongtong Seal to resist the murderous aura of the Tiger Soul Knife, and then hit the blade with a hard fist.

The two attacked and defended, and they fought in an instant.

The King of the East picked up a glass of wine, motionless, and looked a little dazed, as if he had remembered something.

The high priest of the witch clan bounced his fingers on the table. The subtle sound made him suddenly feel relieved and hurriedly drank the wine in his glass to cover up his loss of consciousness.

The high priest of the witch clan asked with a smile: "Did you remember something?"

"Nothing!" The Eastern Prince looked indifferent.

The high priest of the witch clan raised his lips slightly and said slowly: "Once upon a time, on the side of Yunmengze, the two brothers fought for their respective ideas and positions. It was also at the same level. One used the demon emperor to fight, and the other used the heavens and earth."

"When we fight to the depths, we dare not hold back. The battle is dark and the mountains and rivers are shifting, and we take away all the lights of the original protagonists of the battlefield. Even the enemy and us retreat, only dare to see from afar and not fight again."

"That battle made seniors ashamed and made countless peers who were known as the pride of heaven pale. I don't know if these peers who were eclipsed also include you."

As soon as he spoke, the face of the Dong prince changed slightly. When the high priest of the witch clan finished speaking, he pressed the wine glass in his hand on the table, looked at him with a gloomy face and said, "Who are you and why do you know these!"

"Don't be impatient!" said the high priest of the witch clan indifferently: "It doesn't matter who I am, and why we know these things. What we should know is that brothers may not always be on the same front, and the enemy may not necessarily have to face each other."

"Chen Pan and Zhao Lei are brothers, but they have fought a life-and-death battle. He and the White Tiger King were enemies, but at the last moment they were standing on the same front. The Witch Clan and the Immortal Clan seemed to be in conflict with life-and-death, but who can guarantee that there will be no third-party forces that will invade us?"

"Third party force!" The East Prince browed coldly, looked at Zhaoming, and snorted disdainfully: "Are you talking about the demon clan?"

"Haha!" The high priest of the witch clan laughed and said, "Maybe, or maybe not. The races in the world are not only immortals and witch clans, but also demon clans that will last forever, not to mention the Shura clan and Rakshasa clan in the sea of ​​blood. One day, it is not impossible for a large number of terrible monsters to appear suddenly!"

"Hmph!" The East Prince snorted: "Pretending to be a ghost."

While speaking, I heard loud roars coming from the front, black flames and red fire intertwined, and they separated in an instant. They saw two huge figures step back and stand still.

Zhu Hong, who was covered in black flames, gasped and laughed wildly: "So you are just like that!"

Zhaoming was also panting like a cow at this moment, and even coughing up blood. He was not afraid of the fire of the demonic way, but was afraid of the evil aura on the tiger's soul sword, which was like killing a ferocious beast.

Even the furnace body refining ** is not spared. The murderous aura enters the body and invades the meridians and internal organs. The other party’s hand is an innate treasure, and the body of the divine weapon dares not resist.

After recovering a little, he smiled coldly at Zhu Hong: "What if there is a precious sword in hand? Although I don't know the origin of this sword, I can feel the courage and courage to move forward in this sword."

"When you say this, it proves that you were afraid and confused in your heart. How can such a person be worthy of this knife!"

The sound was sonorous and powerful, and the tiger's sword flashed with red light, and the bright yellow blade was even more conspicuous, as if it was echoing something.

"Diet to the point of death, you still dare to speak out loud!"

Zhu Hong laughed loudly, slashed his sword, and the black flames rolled, as if a sky fell from the nine heavens, and the air waves flew.

"Everyone says that your witch tribe is best at melee combat. Today I will let you know that this is just a joke!"

Zhaoming shouted loudly, closed his hands together to condense a ball of energy, raised it over his head, and punched it out.

The pillar of aurora shone through the mountains and rivers, which was also the extraordinary killing skill of the last era, like fighting with the demon emperor.

Now all the strongest magical powers of the Demon Emperor's two styles have been passed down and were accepted by Zhaoming alone.

A beam of light transformed out and wrapped Zhaoming all the things, as if it was bearing the divine beauty falling from the nine heavens, solemn and holy.

The light column shattered into a vast rain of light, impacting the eight wildernesses.

The Demon Emperor's supernatural powers can release and gather strength with the greatest sublimation. The rain of light and rain will storm and cause endless black flames to fall into chaos.

The person in front of him was the one he had to kill, and there was no reason to excuse him. At this moment, Zhaoming seemed to feel A Cao's soul watching the battle in the sky.

Under the eager desire to take revenge, the domineering power of Xuanji Tianhuo was fully demonstrated by Zhaoming at this moment.

"boom!"

The endless flame condensed and the evil energy of the Tiger Soul Knife impacted, and exploded instantly.

In an instant, beams of light formed, condensed the spiral of the sky and the surging murderous aura. The beams of light were as thick as mountains, rushing up to the nine heavens and reaching the nine ghosts. The breath was vast and the light was brilliant, as if the power of heaven and earth, and they wanted to suppress the world.

"ah!"

The two of them let out a long roar at the same time, Zhu Hong staggered back, and Zhaoming flew away like a flowing light.

"Haha, you can't stop it. This is the innate treasure of my witch clan. How can you resist it if you are a lowly demon clan!"

Zhu Hong laughed wildly, stood firm, stepped on the black flame, and carried the tiger soul sword in his hand, just like the killing god returning from the demon world chasing Zhaoming.

Zhaoming stood firm, gasping for breath, his chest opened and closed, like a hair dryer, unable to stop.

Seeing the sword that condensed murderous aura and black flames, he had the ability to dodge with the fire escape technique, but he immediately abandoned this idea.

This is the person he must kill, and he must defeat both in terms of strength and psychology. It would be fine if it weren't for this appointment. Since he had stood opposite him or was still opposite him, he would not be afraid or retreat.

He activated the true energy and activated the pillar of aurora to shine through the mountains and rivers. Another fancy hard fist rushed forward.

"boom!"

All the energy burst out instantly, too dazzling, making it difficult to see directly. The impact of the rain of light spreads to the eight wildernesses.

Zhaoming let out a muffled groan, coughing up blood in a big mouth, like a dazzling blood diamond, with a ferocious expression on his face, and when he flew back, he was in great pain.

Breaking through the riot energy that looked like a volcano, Zhu Hong chased after him with the Tiger Soul Sword. Zhaoming was invaded by the Tiger Soul Sword's murderous aura, and was full of dangers, but he became more and more brave as he fought.

After fighting hard for a while, Zhaoming felt that his consciousness was blurred a little, and even his mental power could not be spared.

"Don't be afraid of him. It's not the sword of the Witch Clan, it's the sword of the Demon Emperor, and it comes out of the same lineage as your magical powers."

Suddenly, a sound came, illusory, like a illusion and reality, which made Zhaoming's mind tremble.

Looking up, there seemed to be a graceful figure in the sky looking down.

Acao, is it you?

Zhaoming wanted to see it clearly, but felt that the figure became more and more blurred.

"Don't be afraid of him. It's not the sword of the Witch Clan, it's the sword of the Demon Emperor, and it comes out of the same lineage as your magical powers."

Suddenly, the sound rang again, and this time it became clearer.

Looking through the sound, I saw a snow-white figure appearing on the top of Mount Tai, extraordinary and dusty.

Is it Acao? Or Snow Flower?
Chapter completed!