Every word of her mockery pierced Cang Xuan's heart.
What she wanted to do was undoubtedly to anger Cang Xuan, and it was obvious that she did it easily.
Cangxuan has been dormant and has been away from the country for thousands of years, secretly recruiting and gathering the forces of all the tribes who have left the country. He just hopes that one day he will no longer have to fear the heaven and no longer have to hide.
Her words just now had indeed touched his weak point.
After hearing her words, Cang Xuan lowered his head, a cold light flashed in his narrow eyes, and shouted sternly: "Haha! What Meng'er wants is just their lives. I can let Meng'er live immediately."
My wish comes true!"
After finishing speaking, the bloody sword in his hand immediately spun around, causing magma to fill the sky. Everything around him was burned and ignited into a raging fire.
Seeing Mu Zili and Yifeng surrounded by layers of magma, the woman in red's laughter became more charming, but there was a hint of sadness in her dark eyes.
Cang Xuan took the opportunity to brush her wrist with one hand. When his fingertips touched her spiritual veins, his heart suddenly sank and his expression changed. Even the blood sword controlled by his spiritual power shook a little. The magma and fire suddenly lost control and flowed in the direction.
Every corner of Fengyu Palace.
The woman in red who was imprisoned in front of him was as cold as ice. Even in his arms, she was shivering.
"If you want to survive, just come out of her body obediently! Otherwise, you should know the methods I used to deal with your father back then..." Cang Xuan lowered his eyes, kissed her thin lips, lowered his head and whispered in her ear.
The woman in red clothes in her arms was shocked when she heard the words, her smile froze at the corners of her lips, her long eyelashes slowly lowered, and a sharp chill flashed in her dark eyes.
In the center of the main hall, Mu Zili and Yifeng were gradually exhausted. Their body movements and sword moves were no longer as agile as before. They were really unable to block the blood sword attack.
There were many burns on both sides of Yifeng's butterfly wings. They were protected by Mu Zili's barrier, so they could still manage with luck. However, even Mu Zili's Cloud Breaking Technique could not break away the magma created by the blood sword.
Just as the Feng Yu Palace was filled with flames, and everything was about to be burned down by Cang Xuan's anger, a loud roar was heard, and a black bird guard rushed into the crumbling Feng Yu Palace.
"Reporting to the Lord, traces of the demon-suppressing army were found in the west of the country! I have assembled all the black bird guards, please give me your instructions!"
Cang Xuan's expression turned cold, he looked at the person who came, and said: "Order the Shui tribe to be the vanguard and go quickly to meet the enemy! Immediately summon the other demon tribes in the realm and rush to Wuxi to prepare for the battle. The other old demon tribes will stay at Yunshui Palace.
Order, don’t act rashly!”
Since returning to the human world and leaving the country, he already knew that it would only be a matter of time before the demon-subduing army broke into the country, but he did not expect it to be so soon.
It was so fast that he felt a little overwhelmed.
Although he has been preparing for this day for more than ten thousand years, today is his wedding to Meng'er, which was not supposed to be like this.
While Cang Xuan was distracted talking to the guard, the blood sword controlled by his thoughts showed flaws, and Mu Zili's Cloud Breaking Technique took the opportunity to find an outlet in the hot magma.
"Yifeng, it's not advisable to stay here for a long time. You go first."
Mu Zili used a sound transmission technique and signaled Yifeng to take the opportunity to escape.
Although Yifeng's cultivation is shallow, he is not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death. In the face of a disaster, how can he leave them and escape alone.
Therefore, he shook his head slightly at Mu Zili, his blue eyes filled with calmness.
"I promised Meng'er a long time ago that we will never be separated, no matter life or death. Now she must be controlled by Cang Xuan's evil spell, and her mind has been confused, so she is acting so abnormally. Although I am not good at magic and spiritual power, I am not good at it.
As for holding back Brother Mu, since Cang Xuan has other things on his mind, you and I might as well take Meng'er away when he is not prepared."
Seeing that he refused to leave, Mu Zili felt slightly anxious. Cang Xuan had been a demon for tens of thousands of years, and they were definitely no match for him. Seeing that the flaw in the blood sword was about to be repaired by itself, if he missed this opportunity, he would only
I'm afraid that both of them will die here, so where can I save Meng'er?
"Yifeng, the situation is urgent, don't act on impulse. Cang Xuan has a deep affection for Meng'er and will not hurt her easily. Now that the demon-subduing army is coming, my master Wu De Shenjun must be nearby. If you escape, go quickly
Look for him. Only if Master comes forward can we have a chance to subdue Cang Xuan. As for me, I have a way to escape."
Mu Zili stood up in green clothes, his sword eyebrows quivering, and when he pulled out this sound transmission technique, a line of faint green light floated out in the long firelight, wrapping Yifeng with his injured wings, and did not wait for him
After reacting, he flicked his sleeves and concentrated his energy to send him out of Fengyu Palace, where he landed firmly on the tall sycamore tree outside the palace.
Obviously, although his actions were fast and accurate, he could not escape Cang Xuan's eyes and ears.
The broad-leaf sycamore tree, which was originally dimly green, suddenly ignited spontaneously. Yifeng, who had fallen on the treetops, had no time to breathe. He was forced by the sudden fire to spread his wings and flew away in pain.
Huge fireballs fell from the sycamore tree. Even though Yifeng was protected by Mu Zili's tree shadow barrier, it could not stop the impact of those fireballs. The blue figure disappeared in the sea of fire in an instant.
Cang Xuan's move of using the phoenix sky fire to burn down the sycamore trees was really beyond his expectation. He originally wanted to take advantage of Cang Xuan's unpreparedness to help Yifeng escape, but he didn't expect it and ended up harming him instead.
I just hope that he can escape this disaster.
Seeing the flames outside the palace soaring into the sky, the flames inside Fengyu Palace gradually dimmed.
Cang Xuan's cold voice suddenly sounded, "If you want to fight me, you are not qualified!"
Before he finished speaking, the blood sword offensive suddenly intensified, forcing Mu Zili to retreat. When he tried his best to gather his energy and use the Spiritual Rhythm Technique to fight against it, he happened to catch sight of the red shadow out of the corner of his eye, and saw her leaning on the sky.
Inside Xuan Huai, there was no trace of blood on her beautiful face, and the corners of her slightly raised eyes suddenly raised to meet his gaze.
Those eyes were dark and dull, but they were clearly looking at him. Her lips parted slightly and she gestured, "Mu Zili, today is the day you die!"
His whole body trembled, and when he lost consciousness, the blood sword just had a chance, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of red swords appeared and came towards him.
His eyebrows tightened, and he felt that this disaster was inevitable. In an instant, he lost his human form and turned into a ball of invisible air.
But those sharp swords seemed to have eyes from the sky, and they still pressed on him step by step.
At the critical moment, he felt intoxicated by the red shadow in front of him, and the refreshing fragrance touched his heart. The woman in red who was supposed to be in Cang Xuan's arms suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking most of the sharp swords for him.
"Menger!"
A startled shout came from Cang Xuan, who was more than ten feet away and his eyes widened.
His silver-white robe turned blood red in the blink of an eye, making his fair face look slightly pale. The blood sword turned into dust as soon as he flicked his sleeves.
The blood had soaked her thin red shirt, and in an instant, the place where she landed was covered in blood.
Seeing her thin body slowly leaning back, Mu Zili suddenly revealed his figure, took her into his arms, half-crouched, and hugged her tightly, his clear black eyes filled with sadness.