Before Jiahe had time to make any response, he only felt his eyes blurred. He closed and opened his eyes, and he had teleported directly from Huaide's Wuji Island to the palace named Qin Wenyuan.
The palace was majestic and magnificent, hidden in the faint black air. Although it was the first time she saw it, she was sure that it was a demon clan.
He took a few steps at the door.
Well, not only was the palace grand, but the name was also very elegant. She thought that Songhuan was not a rough guy, which made her happy.
The little devil guarding the door didn't show much surprise when he saw her appear out of thin air, and he didn't even ask for her name.
Afraid of causing unnecessary misunderstanding, she hurriedly introduced herself to her family. Unexpectedly, when she heard that she was Jiahe, his expression remained calm.
People who come to the Demon Clan must have seen the big world.
While Jiahe was standing there at a loss, he suddenly heard a conversation coming from behind him.
"There is only one last step left now. Don't let down your guard. When things are done, the demons will be grateful."
"There's no need to thank you again. Just don't forget what you promised me before. I've made arrangements there and can start at any time. So, I'll just wait for the good news."
The little devil who was guarding the door suddenly took her hand and led her to hide in the house behind her.
The space in this room was cramped, so Jiahe had no choice but to get very close to the little devil. His breath fell gently on the back of her neck. Since she was not used to being too close to others, when she was about to speak, the little devil covered her directly.
Q.
"be honest."
This voice was actually Huaide's.
After the conversation passed, Huaide pushed her out of the room. The two looked at each other. Jiahe didn't know why she felt guilty. Should she explain to him that she was also passive? It can be seen that he didn't seem very serious.
Like I want to hear it.
She lowered her head and said nothing. When the atmosphere was awkward, the real Little Demon Lord came out of the darkness. After seeing Jiahe, he ran over quickly: "Jiahe Yuanjun, I was delayed because of something. Please forgive me. What did Songhuan Jun say?"
The Japanese are here to apologize to you."
"You, you know me?"
The Little Demon Lord smiled coquettishly: "Since you agreed to marry with our clan, our clan has recorded your aura in the book. As soon as you come, our realm will be aware of it and you will naturally be able to identify it."
Now I can't leave even if I want to.
Jiahe followed the Little Demon Lord and was about to leave. Huaide, who had been standing quietly just now, suddenly stepped forward and struck the opponent's neck with a hand knife. He caught the Little Demon Lord's fallen body and put it in front of his forehead.
A golden light flashed in the darkness, and the little devil fainted completely.
Wilder naturally took over his identity.
After absorbing the memory of the little devil, Huaide took Jiahe to the palace where Songhuan specially arranged for her to rest.
It was said that it would take several days before we could see Songhuan, but in fact it was only half a day.
At that time, Jiahe was wandering in the garden when he saw a young man in white walking from a distance. He had a handsome face, and his sword eyebrows were outlined in ink, as if he were in a painting. At first glance, he looked like a fairy friend who accidentally wandered into the demon clan, and he had such
He had an aura of uprightness, but his complexion was unnaturally white, making the originally inconspicuous redness between his eyebrows become more conspicuous.
"Jiahe Yuanjun."
The young man stopped five steps in front of Jiahe, raised his hands and made a bow.
"I'm singing Huan."
It's quite polite.
"Song Huanjun." Jiahe put down his hand to choose the plums in his garden.
“I’ve heard about Yuanjun’s name for a long time, but when I saw him today, he was indeed well-deserved.”
Jiahe glanced behind him out of the corner of his eye, and at some point, Huaide had disappeared.
The young man touched his palms and chuckled: "I have neglected Mr. Yuan these past few days. I hope you will not blame me."
Jiahe chuckled and said straight to the point: "Songhuan must have heard about the marriage between the gods and demons, right?"
Xu Shi didn't expect her to be so direct. Song Huan's fair face was stained with red clouds: "I've heard about it. Since you are here today, why not set a date."
He led the way, and after walking a few steps, Jiahe realized that this was not the way she had just come, and her steps began to hesitate.
Songhuan seemed not to notice anything wrong and was still discussing with her: "If you are not used to the customs of the demon clan, we will follow the customs of the gods."
Jiahe smiled and stood still. She said, "I had an engagement with the young master before. Do you mind?"
Songhuan seemed to have heard some joke, "It is a great honor for the demon clan that Yuanjun agreed to marry, so how could Songhuan mind?" He walked to her side with a smile: "Besides, Young Master
The Lord doesn’t mind sending you to me personally, and I don’t mind even more.”
Jiahe laughed and stared at the light red mark on his forehead: "I don't know whether to call you Lord Songhuan or Miss Zhaorong."
Songhuan smiled and said nothing. In the blink of an eye, the originally sunny sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds. Dark red lightning flashed through the clouds, and the entire sky turned red.
For a moment, four golden lines suddenly lit up in the four corners of the sky, southeast and northwest, forming an invisible wall between the sky and the earth. The golden lines flickered on and off, turning from the original four lines into a dragnet, splitting the clouds, like a
A huge net was formed, pressing only towards the ground.
The magic circle was activated, and the ground under Jiahe's feet trembled slightly. Songhuan's clothes, which were still white just now, turned black at some point. His face was no longer pale, and the blood vessels under his skin protruded, and black blood could be seen flowing in them with the naked eye.
He jumped up, hung in the air, cut his palm open, and drops of blood fell on Jiahe, burning her skin fiercely.
As he muttered words, the flat land in front of him suddenly turned into a roaring sea, and a huge whirlpool gradually appeared in the center of the sea.
Sand and rocks were flying all around, and the fishy smell of seawater filled the tip of the nose. A giant rusty disk slowly rose from the center of the whirlpool.
Jiahe curled up and rolled on the ground in pain, but gritted his teeth and said nothing.
As Song Huan chanted the mantra faster and faster, the disc shook violently, and the rust stains fell off piece by piece, finally revealing the dark red body of the disc.
A beam of light broke through her body and shot directly towards Jiahe. She turned to the side, and the beam of light swept across her back, and the robe there instantly became atomized.
The number of light beams gradually increased, one after another, until Jiahe finally had nowhere to hide.
Songhuan's mantras were like Sanskrit sounds, filling her ears, deafening and deafening. Blood gradually flowed from her seven orifices, and Sanskrit spells fell from the sky, nailing her to the spot.
The last beam of light on the disk swept toward her extremely slowly. Her eyes were burned by the light and she could no longer see anything, but she still smiled.
"No matter if it is tens of millions of years or now, you will never defeat Huaide."
The sarcasm on her lips was too obvious and easily angered Songhuan.
The light of the light beam was a bit brighter than before.
Songhuan smiled, "Whether I can win him or not, you must die here today."
Flying sand scratched Jiahe's cheek, she closed her eyes calmly, and suddenly remembered the mother goddess who took her to test the spiritual roots when she was a child, and her panicked look after seeing the gray beam of light.
She is a fusion spiritual root that can blend with all things. She is the best vessel in the ancient world. If this matter is leaked, it will definitely cause competition among various races. In order to ensure that she grows up safely, her mother goddess will not hesitate to fuse her own inner soul.
Dan spent his whole life cultivating and used his life to hide her spiritual roots.
The scorching gas quietly approached, Jiahe forced himself to prop himself up and meditate, recalling that her mother recited the mantra at that time, and she was prepared to die in exchange for peace in the wilderness.
Suddenly, a shadow fell over the top of the head, and a cold air descended. The originally dark red sky suddenly turned dark, and the surrounding earth shook. Jiahe's eyes briefly regained their sight, and she saw a figure standing in front of her.
A giant sword, like a majestic mountain range, suppressed the light on the disk.
Seeing this, Songhuan became confused and suddenly vomited out a mouthful of blood.
Impossible, the master's soul is usually cast on a magical weapon. Huaide's Jihuang Sword clearly has no sword soul, and the magical weapon has no soul, and is equivalent to scrap metal.
Before he could think about it, a tiger roar sounded from above his head. After the smoke dispersed, a giant tiger with gray and white patterns suddenly appeared in front of Songhuan. The tiger landed on the ground and turned into a Huaide appearance. Jiahe subconsciously turned to his side.
When he got closer, he discovered that his body was trembling slightly, and the wounds cut by the demonic energy were still bleeding, so he must be in extreme pain.
Despite this, he still controlled the giant sword in front of him and struck at Song Huan with a fierce force that cut through the air.
The sword was unsheathed, and a disc-shaped tiger's light and shadow suddenly appeared behind him, like a Bagua diagram, moving slowly, and his figure gradually faded.
Song Huan hurriedly fell from the sky and activated the magic circle to neutralize the opponent's moves.
After only three or five moves, the sword that was so majestic just now suddenly made a faint buzzing sound, and there was no more brilliance flowing on the sword, just like a dead thing.
When Songhuan saw this, he looked up to the sky and laughed: "Dingjingpan has made a contract with the devil, and my father has provided me with the devil's elixir. How can you resist the power? You just blocked that blow, and now I'm afraid you are at the end of your crossbow.
He also wants to come to my demon clan to rob people."
Jiahe gathered some strength, and when no one was paying attention, she slowly approached the giant sword in front of her. As soon as her fingertips touched it, she felt the aura of Miaoyi and other compatriots on the sword. The sword shone slightly, as if it was Miaoyi.
Yi responded to her touch.
No wonder I haven't seen Huaide fighting with the Jihuang Sword in recent years. The master's soul is equivalent to the soul of the magic weapon. Both of them are prosperous and the other is damaged. Therefore, Huaide has really been recovering from his injuries in the past few hundred years, and this is not a prevarication.
She, and today, in order to protect Honghuang, Miaoyi and others melted their own inner elixirs and forged swords to help Huaide eradicate dissidents. This chapter has been completed!