"Why?"

Zhaoming was almost crazy at this moment. He never expected that Niu Er would be on the united front with the witch clan for one day, and he did not expect that he would raise the long sword in his hand to himself for the sake of this witch clan.

The knife once slashed into his shoulders with a cold chill, making him completely desperate about Chigang, but he would never hate the bullhead demon.

But at this moment, he hated the bullhead demon and hated the knife. He could not really kill the bullhead demon, so he could only say that his anger was vented on the knife.

The Immortal King's anger was so terrible that the long sword shattered and turned into powder.

"Why?"

Another low roar, Zhaoming never understood why he could have no hatred for the Niu-Headed Demon's knife back then, because he was not a truly generous person.

At this moment, he suddenly understood that he could let go of his concern for that knife, not just because the bull-headed demon saved his life, but because the first time he heard the words he said let go of hatred and unanimously fought against the witch clan were said from the bull-headed demon.

At that moment, I believed in him so much. Even if something happened later, I firmly believed that the bullhead demon hated the witch clan and could stand on the same front as me.

But now it's different. This king he once trusted so much is standing on his opposite side, the real opposite side. He is not for his ambition, not his brother, nor the demon clan, but a witch clan.

Betrayal, a complete betrayal, the kind of betrayal that made Zhao Ming burn all the inside. He seemed to see something extremely ugly that made him hate, so much that he wanted to destroy everything in front of him, the witch woman, the bull-headed demon, and even the entire island.

The weapon was destroyed, and the terrifying aura came like a storm. The bullhead demon discovered for the first time that his former subordinate had become so powerful.

Not to mention being unarmed, even if you take a treasure in your hand, the bullhead demon does not have the courage to fight with the other party.

If he couldn't fight, he simply stopped fighting. The bull-headed demon protected the witch woman and kept retreating. He kept shouting: "No... don't do it, Zhaoming, don't do it, please, listen to my explanation."

"Explanation, how to explain!" Zhaoming roared: "How can you raise the knife in your hand to your fellow tribe for the sake of the witch clan?"

"I didn't mean it!" The bull-headed demon kept shaking his head: "I couldn't help it, just now..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhaoming: "I can't help but treat me as my enemy!"

"Master, you really disappointed me this time... so disappointed!"

"You killed her. If you killed her with your own hands, I will pretend that nothing has happened. You are still my respected king."

"Impossible!" The bull-headed demon refused without hesitation. His decisive appearance made Zhaoming even more angry.

"If you don't do it, I'll do it myself!" Zhao Ming shouted in a deep voice, rushed directly to the bull-headed demon with a big strode.

Feeling Zhaoming's breath so close. The murderous intent that was like the wild waves of the vast sea, especially the flames rising between her eyes. The Witch woman was so scared that she trembled like a sieve and wished she could just fall into a coma. But looking at the wide arms in front of her, she gritted her teeth and held it down.

A hand slowly raised, and the flames condensed in the hands like a hurricane. Even if the power of Yin and Yang Xuan Fire is only a little bit, it is enough to burn this female witch clan in the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm to ashes, without leaving any left.

Seeing that Zhaoming was about to take action, the bull-headed demon took a deep breath and suddenly knelt down with a "thump".

The sound of kneeling on the ground was like a thunderous drum. Zhaoming trembled and stopped. At this moment, he suddenly felt a tall figure in his heart shattering, like mercury pouring over the ground.

"Why!"

I don’t know how many times I asked, but Zhaoming still couldn’t help asking.

The bullhead demon lowered his head and kowtowed heavily on the ground: "Zhaoming, I beg you, you want to kill someone, I won't stop you, kill me, let her go! What I owe her, as you wish, also made me repay her love."

"I don't need to do this!" Zhaoming shouted in a deep voice, his face extremely ugly.

"But I need to be so fond of love!" The bull-headed demon said loudly: "She saved my life. I can't watch you kill her without caring about it. If you insist on killing someone, kill me... and kill her again!"

"I'll kill her first, and then talk to you!" Zhaoming raised his hand, his true energy was like a rope, and directly sucked the female witch clan into his hand.

"Zhaoming!" The bull-headed demon knelt forward and grabbed Zhaoming's foot: "Can we the demon clan and the witch clan have to kill each other? Can't there be any other way out?"

"Are you stupid?" Zhaoming couldn't help but scold him loudly. He never thought he would have such a day to talk to the bull-headed demon, but he couldn't stand it at this moment.

"The dynasty of my demon clan is destroyed in the hands of the witch clan, and the children of my demon clan are persecuted by the witch clan. You only know the Sky Ridge and Chigang, but have you been to the Colosseum and seen the Demon Garden? That is the real hell."

"I didn't expect you to say such things to me one day. Have you ever thought that the woman behind you once used our tribe as a doll in the Colosseum and used our tribe as a stepping stone for her to move towards a stronger stepping stone in the Demon Garden."

"No, I don't!" The Witch Clan woman kept shook her head: "I don't like war either, but we don't have a choice. Our Witch Clan is a war clan, and she was destined to be warriors since she was born. Fighting is a task given to us by the ancestor god, and we cannot refuse..."

"Fart!" Zhao Ming roared, and his breath rushed, which immediately made the witch woman angry.

The bull-headed demon was anxious and increased his strength in his hand and grabbed Zhaoming's ankle tightly: "Zhaoming, you are right. No one must fight, and our demon clan should not just fight."

Beads of sweat as big as beans kept rolling down his forehead and flowing to his face, gathering into a stream.

At this moment, he was nervous and anxious, and thoughts kept flashing through his mind. He could not defeat Zhaoming. The gap in strength was too big, and there would be no miracle. The only thing he could do was to persuade Zhaoming to let go of the woman behind him.

"Zhaoming, the demon clan should not only have war, we should have a stable life. Only in that kind of life can the demon clan truly develop. Being powerful and injuring others and oneself, if the witch clan always holds the mentality that if he is not dead, we will die, the final result will inevitably be to die together."

"Zhaoming, what I want to see is a truly powerful demon clan, not a demon clan with its appearance! We should try to bury the hatred in our hearts, and fight for the future, rather than being obsessed with the hatred of the past."

"Haha! Haha!" Zhaoming laughed loudly: "Is this the reason why you are flirting with this witch woman here? It's ridiculous, how ridiculous!"

He thought about these words not long ago, but how could he listen to them at this moment?

"If you are not my race, your heart will be different!" Zhaoming shouted in a deep voice and began to activate his true energy.

Feeling the terrifying aura, the bull-headed demon was shocked and roared loudly like a little panic: "If the demon clan and the witch clan cannot be together, can the demon clan and the immortal clan be together?"

"What stupid things are you saying!" Zhaoming shouted angrily and even involuntarily used the magic of Rin.

Although it was just a storm of mental power, it was definitely not something that ordinary Daluo Jinxian could resist. However, the bull-headed demon had a strange support, gritted his teeth, looked at Zhaoming's eyes, and said loudly without any hesitation, as if he had given up: "If it is not my race, his heart will be different. She is like this, and that pear blossom!"

The word "pear blossom" was like a thunder explosion, which made Zhaoming tremble all over, and the condensed aura suddenly dissipated.

"Lihua is not a demon clan either. Could it be that you want to kill her even when you see her?" the bull-headed demon asked loudly again.

Zhaoming took a deep breath and said word by word, "She is an immortal clan!"

"So what about the immortal clan?" The bull-headed demon was completely willing to do so at this moment: "Can the immortal clan have a fundamental difference? The world is only so big. If the witch clan is not the witch clan now, then the one who has a deep feud with us should be the immortal clan."

"Step a step back, if you really fulfill your wish and suppress the witch clan and make the demon clan powerful, what's next? Can you really guarantee that you can coexist harmoniously with the immortal clan?"

"Why not..." Zhaoming wanted to say "Why can't" at this moment, but unfortunately the word "can't" could not be said.

If there were no witch clans, this battle that dominated the world would inevitably happen between the immortal clan and the demon clan. There was no second possibility, and he knew this more clearly than the bull-headed demon.

"If one day the immortals and demons are in opposition, what do you think? Tell me, Zhaoming!"

The bullhead demon asked loudly, Zhaoming's expression made him feel as if he had grabbed a life-saving grass.

Zhaoming didn't tell too much about Lihua, only Shura knew about it. Shura didn't feel good about that fairy woman, so she once complained to Hei Pi in the Seventh Heaven.

Just as Zhaoming has always respected the bullhead demon, Hei Pi also has indescribable respect for this former king. Knowing that this king is lonely in the seventh heaven, he often goes to chat with him, and inadvertently, he tells him about the pear blossoms.

I didn't think so back then, but I didn't expect that now it has become the key to my life-saving.

Then what to do... Zhaoming listened to the bull-headed demon's questioning, and he felt inexplicably panic. In fact, there was no need for the bull-headed demon to ask like this, he had thought about this many times, but in the end he was a subconscious choice and ignored it.

But now, I don't know how to answer.

Hesitated and panicked, and the force on his hands was much lighter.

"Zhaoming, forget it, I don't like watching such things!"
Chapter completed!