It's not like the little corpse-eating demon was taken advantage of.
It's just that in the clear sky, in front of everyone, the woman is wearing the clothes of their Tianxi Sword Sect, and she is wearing the identity of Lord Yunrong, the fourth sword of Tianxi.
She just kidnapped their Fengjun in this doomsday wedding banquet...
conspiracy!
Naked conspiracy!
If this matter spreads back to the various immortal sects in the human world...
Yun Rong couldn't imagine what kind of public opinion and pressure Tianxi Sword Sect would face.
The sky is like a sea of fire, and ink invades the world.
The 'Inner Demon' Yun Rong's hair was blown up by the strong wind while she was wielding the sword. She was different from the light temperament of the original deity. When she looked down, the corners of her brows and eyes seemed to have a cold and murderous color.
"She's from the Tianxi Sword Sect! It's hateful! Are you trying to trick me into having no king in the demon world? She just came to rob the bride as soon as the banquet was in chaos! Stop her!"
"The Snow-Cleaning Sword! It's actually the Snow-Cleaning Sword Yunrong! Hateful! How can I, the Lord of the Realm River, allow you to covet it so recklessly!"
Since ancient times, good and evil have not coexisted. In the hearts of the demons, demons and demons can still be one family, and those human monks who claim to kill demons are especially hateful.
The Palace of the Demon Realm is a sacred place, but the righteous monks in the human world are taking advantage of the chaos to come and go as if they are nothing, with their Lord of the River in their hands.
This is simply more hateful and uncomfortable than having one's face thrown to the ground and trampled on.
All of a sudden, there were endless yells of curses and killings, and the demon ministers and demons who were all red-eyed wanted to tear off Yun Rong's skin and eat it raw!
Immediately, dozens of demon generals rose up with guns waving, murderous intent ablaze in the light of the fire, and their momentum became tense.
Yun Rong used the snow sword in his hands, but when faced with the furious and besieged demon generals, he did not take the sword with his hands. He formed a sword with his long and slender hands, and his momentum swam the dragon in the air, as if there were ghosts and gods on his fingertips.
Standing tens of meters away, just a little bit empty, the Qi movement is like a great river washing it, and the sword's power is like a python destroying a mountain.
The eyes of dozens of demon generals who rose from the ground widened in fear, and their trembling eyes were brightened by the vast and edgeless victory. Before they even had time to scream and wail, their figures were swept away and swallowed up by the light of the sword.
Immediately afterwards, the demon generals who tried to surround and kill them all saw this thrilling scene, and couldn't help feeling that their teeth were cold and their lips were cold, and they didn't dare to move forward.
Not to mention the Tianxi Sword Sect, even if we look at the world, there are probably only two people who can kill this sword.
How could such a weak and ant-like race produce such a strong person?
His sword style is probably far superior to that of the Sword Immortal?!
Zang Xin's eyes were fixed on Yun Rong, and his pupils were trembling.
Yun Rong held Bailian's hand and never let go. For a moment, a raging fire rolled past her.
Wearing a black and red sword outfit and hunting in the wind, with a jade tassel around her waist that drew a graceful and flamboyant arc, her eyes were indifferent: "I took this person away."
The half-open and half-concealed elegance makes this extremely noisy battlefield seem solemn and quiet.
Her voice was clear and shallow, like autumn wind blowing frosty leaves, and there was a hint of undetectable sadness in her elegance.
Balian felt the hand around his waist hugging him very tightly, and he could feel the hot temperature in the palm of his hand even through his clothes.
Zang Xin's expression turned extremely ugly.
Whether Balian is dead or alive, whether he is going or staying, should have nothing to do with him, but why is he from the Tianxi Sword Sect!
Even if he married the Demon Lord on the spot, it would be far better for him to become the real Feng Lord than to be taken away by the people of the Tianxi Sword Sect!
But facing Yun Rong who could slash out with such a sword, he could only do nothing.
Boom!!!
At this time, a black and purple thunderbolt as thick and wild as a dragon struck down from the crack in the sky, targeting Bailian and Yunrong on the Snow-Cleaning Sword.
The sudden thunder and lightning came so fast that no one had time to react.
Thunder is faster than sound, but Yun Rong's reaction speed is even faster than the thunder. He raised his arms and waved his sleeves, but surprisingly, only half of the thunder power was dissipated.
The barrier of the Snow-Cleaning Sword was suddenly blown away, and large pieces of his sleeves were scorched, and billowing black flames appeared.
Yun Rong's breath was unstable for a moment, and the spiritual sword under his feet shook violently. It was inevitable that lightning would fall on Bailian's body. He had no choice but to loosen his arm around his waist and put his palm on his shoulder to push lightly.
The two people separated quickly in the air, and the black and purple thunder struck the Xue Xue Sword. The spiritual power of the sword suddenly collapsed, like the end of a powerful crossbow, the sword screamed and fell from the sky, slanting into the Shinto palace elephant.
Balian was struck by the remnant power of the thunder and lightning, and his whole body was filled with unbearable numbness and pain. Even the zombie demon's physical body could not resist the thunder. He knew that Yun Rong had just resisted in a hurry, and it would not be easy for him.
The Qiu Shui Sword came out, Bailian pointed his sword through the air, the Qiu Shui Sword broke through a piece of fire and caught Yun Rong.
A human monk flies with a sword. If he loses his sword, it will be difficult to stabilize his body in the air.
When Balian summoned the Qiu Shui Sword, it was just a subconscious act.
But he didn't know that with the current level of cultivation of the 'Inner Demon' Yun Rong, even without a sword in his hand and no clouds under his feet, he could fly freely and even cross the void world.
He had just entered the realm of transcending tribulation, and was struck by the residual power of thunder and lightning. His whole body was paralyzed, and it was difficult for him to control the spiritual power in his body to fly.
By coincidence, the direction in which he fell was directly towards the mouth of the Qianyuan Cauldron.
The extremely targeted lightning strike just now was sudden and strange.
In an instant, Bai Lian seemed to understand what was going on. He turned around and swung his palm down.
The furnace fire is rolling, and among the flowing fire of Yang Yan that can burn all living things, in addition to the rolling flames, only Yin thunder is left.
Balian's palm strike looked like he was facing a formidable enemy, which seemed a bit baffling in the eyes of others.
But the next moment, a scene happened that made the demons' hearts beat wildly and their souls flew away. It was so unbelievable that people couldn't believe it.
A slender and beautiful hand stretched out and swayed like a demon, as if it were plucking fiery flowers from hell.
The black sleeves trailing by that hand were embroidered with elegant golden patterns, and the thunder and lightning made the dark patterns sparkle and shine gorgeously.
The two palms struck each other, and the oven erupted with a thunderous sound of fire. In a deafening sound, the flowing fire and lava in the oven spewed out like a volcanic eruption.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The injury between Balian's arms has not healed. When his palms are connected, his sleeves and robes dance loudly, and the wound on his arm suddenly tears open, and bursts out.
Blood beads flew and scattered.
The bones cracked from the palm of the hand along the arm, and Bailian's face turned pale. A huge force came towards him, and his whole body was thrown high again.
Immediately afterwards, the fierce fire spread out from both sides, and a pale demon-like face, like a newly fired jade porcelain bathed in the flowing fire, swayed into the world.
In the raging fire, drops of blood were scattered, just falling on her cheeks. The pale skin was dotted with scarlet blood, and the extreme color difference made her face even more enchanting and evil.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty!!!" The demon general suddenly lost his voice and changed color.
Zhan Xin's pupils shook violently. For a moment, he was so shocked by the scene before him that he forgot to cover up and glared at King Man in a hurry: "She's not dead! Even the Qian Yuan Cauldron couldn't kill her! She ate Burn Heart
How come the young fruit seeds are not dead!"
Thinking of all the weird behaviors of King Daoman just now, Xian Xin couldn't help but doubt whether he was betrayed.
Sikong ignored Burian Xin's shouting. He stared at the golden cauldron with piercing eyes, his eyes strange.
The moment the Demon Lord emerged from the fire, he actually lost contact with the Qian Yuan Cauldron.
This Qianyuan Cauldron is forged from Geng metal and combined with evil spirits. It has the power to control the world and kill. It is extremely strong and extremely evil, and cannot be broken by any method.
The only way to overcome it is to resist the Yangyan Tribulation Thunder, go deep into the inner cauldron, and go inside to temper and melt away the Gengjin power of the Qianyuan Cauldron, turning it into your own use to conquer.
But let alone the fact that she had taken the young seeds of the Burning Heart Fruit, even the old devil would not have dared to enter the cauldron and bathe in the fire easily while he was still alive. How could she survive the fire unscathed?
The demon king was not dead, but he completely controlled the magic weapon. Si Kong suddenly had an idea in his mind that his lovable brother was secretly setting things off.
But then I thought about it, how could he release the water? This is the Qianyuan Cauldron. How could he ensure that the Demon King would not die after entering the cauldron?
A'luo's dark gold and black clothes were swaying and rolling in the fierce wind, like an angry sea or waves, with such a breathtaking momentum and power that it seemed to be so overwhelming that it was difficult for all living beings to raise their heads and look up.
Yun Rong's face was as sinking as water, and he stepped forward to pick up Bai Lian.
A'luo chuckled softly, and the firelight bathing him seemed to dim. He moved his slender fingertips gently in the furnace fire. The fire suddenly rose up like a mountain, turning into a towering fire dragon, soaring upward.
, stood between Yun Rong and Bai Lian.
Her dark eyes reflected Yun Rong's figure, as if they were filled with furious fire that deceived the sky, but they were surprisingly calm and frightening. Her voice was soft and soft, but she inexplicably gave birth to a cruel and bloody aura: "
I’m afraid you can’t afford this person!”
The Yangyan Fire Dragon, which can burn all things, soared into the sky, but failed to stop Yun Rong's castration. Her face was cold, and the Autumn Water Sword in her hand was quickly put into Qiankun's bag. She actually threw herself into the sea of fire and gave up her retreat without the slightest hesitation.
Behind him, he marched forward with determined steps without retreating.
The fire dragon soaring into the sky suddenly collapsed, and the tidal wave of flames splashed hundreds of miles above the sky. The dim world was instantly ignited into daylight, and the torn fireballs rolled down like torrential rain.
Balian felt like she had fallen into a hot embrace, and her body was mixed with wind and rain and the light fragrance of evening magnolia.
As soon as I looked back, I saw Yun Rong's bright moon-like face. The black and red sword outfit on her body was still billowing with unextinguished flowing fire and rolling smoke that flickered and flickered.
There always seemed to be a calm calmness about her, and her deep eyes seemed to be smashed with sparks of light as she looked at him with a burning look.
After experiencing such a fierce battle, her voice was still calm and clear: "You don't need to fight her, I will take you away."
For some reason, those four words 'I'll take you away' made Balian's heart tighten for no reason.
Burning heart was burning in his wrists, making his bones ache a little.
Balian was a little flustered by the look in her eyes. His dead heart, which could not beat and did not know the pain, seemed to have been suddenly cut with a sharp cut by a small knife.
It didn't feel painful at first, but suddenly the blood-soaked sensation started to spread all over my body.
But he didn't understand.
Why does Yun Rong appear here?
Judging from her appearance, she seemed to be here because of her own inner demons.
Yun Rong glanced at him quietly, her bright and burning eyes like thick fog, perfectly covering up all the emotions in her eyes.
She said: "I met Miss Yin and Miss Jing outside the boundary. They asked me to rescue you."
Balian was slightly relieved, but vaguely felt that everything happened by chance.
The splash of ink in the sky became more and more powerful, even gradually approaching the point of overwhelming the Qianyuan Cauldron's fire.
Balian saw this scene clearly. He shook his head and said, "What happened today has nothing to do with you, Miss Yun Rong."
Yun Rong was startled, then bit his lower lip tightly, and his slender eyebrows furrowed in sadness: "You don't want to come with me?"
A'luo, who was furious, was also stunned. She thought that when Bai Lian saw Yun Rong's appearance, he would leave with her regardless.
But he didn't want to?!
A'rao narrowed his slender eyes, stepped onto the fire, and stood at the same height as Yunrong Bailian.
She looked at Yun Rong carefully with dangerous eyes, and sneered: "Who do you think he is? How could you allow him to be taken away without you?!"
After hearing this, Yun Rong's face turned cold, and a bitter smile slowly formed on his lips, which was a bit sarcastic, a bit infatuated, and a bit full of hatred: "Then who do you think he is? Zhi.
Demon? Demon River? Or Demon Lord? It’s not too much for me to take him away, but if you force him to marry you, it’s treason!”
"You——" A'rao's eyes narrowed sharply, as if he was suddenly bitten by a colorful snake.
Yun Rong lowered his eyes and glanced at the 'self' on the battlefield: "If you are really capable, why should you offer that cup of tea to a mere inner demon? Why don't you try delivering it to me personally?"
The word "how" came out gently and softly, and it pierced A'luo's heart like a soft knife.
His Majesty the Demon King seemed to understand it completely. She laughed in a low voice: "So what if you don't drink today's cup of tea? He doesn't want to go with you."
The atmosphere was tense, and even though they were hundreds of feet away, the demons could feel the terrifying atmosphere of silent tension between the two of them.
Yun Rong lowered his eyes: "People will always make progress."
Ah Rao couldn't understand this sentence. She narrowed her eyes and asked, "What do you mean?"
"It means that I feel that it doesn't hurt to imitate your methods sometimes."
Yun Rong suddenly smiled, his smile was calm, gentle and quiet.
But one hand was pressed tightly against Bai Lian's abdomen, and a soft spiritual power was exhaled from the palm of his hand, which penetrated into his body.
Balian's eyes suddenly opened wide, his body trembled, his eyes gradually lost their luster, his head hung down, and he fell asleep.
After Yun Rong sealed the corpse beads in his body with warmth, he half embraced and half hugged Bai Lian, recalled the Snow-Cleaning Sword, and swung away the sword energy of thousands of miles of snow and cold with one sword.
The sword energy turns into frost and becomes a way, and the end cannot be seen at a glance.
She lowered her eyes and said: "Do you think it will be difficult for me to take a person who has carried me through thousands of mountains and rivers and lands in all directions?"
A'luo's brows and eyes were filled with cold murderous intent. She restrained all the madness in her body. She raised her hand and raised her hand, ignoring the evil beasts in the sky and drawing up the blazing sun fire like a whale drawing out the sea.
Yun Rong was not in a hurry, and held up the fan-shaped sword screen with one palm to suppress the deceiving fire. Comparing the two, her cultivation was not even half as good as that of the Demon Lord. If you like Long Night Walk, please collect it: (
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