When Wen Renheng saw her lost her mind, he immediately charged Yunzheng with full power in his palms.
"ah--"
Before his hand could fall, the short knife blade at his waist instantly stabbed inside again, this time quickly and violently, and blood flowed out in a swipe.
Wen Renheng's lips turned white, and his whole body twitched unconsciously.
Yunzheng raised her eyes to see his hand that was about to make a sneak attack, then moved her eyes to Wen Renheng's pale face, smiled very sweetly and said: "Don't play tricks on me, if my knife goes in even one inch, you will be completely disabled."
I will never be able to get hard again in the future."
Wen Renheng's face froze.
How could she, a woman, talk about such things so easily?
"I won't do it anymore, you..." Wen Renheng frowned and said angrily: "You must be measured in your actions. If you really destroy my foundation, I guarantee that you will not be able to escape from the demon clan."
Rear camp.”
When Yunzheng heard this, she didn't really take it to heart. What she was most concerned about now was the beauty mural, which she always felt was very familiar.
"Take me to the Demon Tomb." She said slowly.
Wen Renheng's expression suddenly turned serious and cold, "Why are you going to the Demon Tomb?!"
"I just want to see the customs of your demon clan. You don't need to react so much."
Wen Renheng stared at her suspiciously, but she raised her eyes to meet his gaze, which shocked him. He heard her say coldly: "You have no choice now, take me to the Demon Tomb."
"Okay." Wen Renheng lowered his eyes and said obediently.
He has injuries on his body and blood dripping from his waist. Once he gets close to the demons and others, they will definitely notice something abnormal about him.
At that time, he would take the opportunity to sneak attack her, and then call on the demons to tie her up as a bargaining chip to blackmail the humans.
Her status is not low.
Just as he was thinking this, someone suddenly pinched both sides of his cheeks so hard that his teeth were almost crushed.
"Uh...uh uh..."
His pupils suddenly dilated, and he saw the girl pouring a lot of dark poison into his mouth. The poison tasted bitter.
He almost choked.
After Yunzheng poured out the poison, she closed his mouth so that he couldn't vomit even if he wanted to.
"Cough...cough..."
A few seconds later, coughing sounds continued, and Wen Renheng leaned over and wanted to vomit, but could not vomit anything, and instead choked himself.
"You demons definitely don't have the antidote to this poison, so don't even think about attacking me sneakily." As Yunzheng spoke, he pulled out the short knife inserted in his waist without changing his expression.
"ah!"
Wen Renheng's facial features were so painful that he hunched over and covered the wound on his waist with one hand.
"Although I am not strong, I can still drag you to be buried with me."
A cold voice came into Wen Renheng's ears, making the hair on the back stand on end.
At this moment, Wen Renheng was in pain and regretful. If he had known that he would end up in this situation, he would not have jumped onto the ring to challenge this weird girl.
They stab people with knives and stuff them with poison whenever they disagree. Are the human race today so cruel?!
In the end, Wen Renheng agreed to take Yunzheng to the Demon Tomb.
Now that his life is in the palm of Yunzheng's hands, he cannot refuse to accept it, and he must protect her at every turn.
"This is the breathing pill of our demon race. It can cover up the original aura and transform it into the aura of other races." Wen Renheng took out a gray pill and handed it to Yunzheng.
Afraid that she wouldn't believe it, when he was explaining a few words, he saw her swallow the breath pill without hesitation.
Wen Renheng stared at Yunzheng more subtly. She was always smart and cautious. Why did she swallow the pill without even checking this time?!
Is she arrogant, or does she trust him?
If Yunzheng knew what he was thinking, he would probably reply: I am an alchemist.
The demons in the camp behind the demons are concentrating on worshiping in the north direction.
Wen Renheng summoned two magical beasts, each riding one.
"Warcraft has a very strong temper, you..."
Before he could finish speaking, the girl in red in front of him had already jumped on the back of the monster and sat firmly on it. The monster also raised its head and leaned against Yunzheng's palm, snuggling up so intimately.
very.
Yunzheng glanced at him and said, "Hurry up."
Wen Renheng: "..."
The Demon Tomb is very close to here, and the two of them arrived in less than half a quarter of an hour riding on the magical beast.
What comes into view is an ancient palace, surrounded by purple-black evil energy. The building is dark and dilapidated, giving people a solemn and solemn feeling, with a faint evil aura.
And above the palace, there is a drum bell floating. It is completely black, with slender carvings outlined on the outside, shaped like musical notes, and carrying a strong sense of oppression.
"Master, this bell is one of the nine ancient artifacts - the Heaven-Qing Bell!" the excited voice of the little old dwarf sounded from her sea of consciousness.
Sky Clock?!
Yunzheng was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes and glanced at the Sky Clock.
The little old dwarf suddenly became so excited that his expression dimmed. He murmured: "The Qingtian Bell has actually fallen to the demon clan, and its spirit seems to have fallen into a deep sleep."
The artifact's spirit fell into a deep sleep, proving that the artifact's body was seriously damaged.
"Master, can you please accept the Heaven-Qing Bell?" the little old dwarf said weakly.
"This Heaven-Qing Bell is something enshrined by the Demon Clan, and its current owner should be the Demon Emperor. With my current strength, my success rate of getting it is only 10 to 20 percent," Yunzheng said.
"Master, it's too dangerous, forget it." The little old dwarf was stunned for a while, and then shook his head. He could not put his master in danger.
Yunzheng glanced at Qingtian Zhong again, and then moved his gaze to the group of young noble demons. At this moment, they were kneeling on the ground devoutly, with their foreheads touching the ground and their hands on the ground.
What they just said was to increase magic power?
How to improve?
She squinted her eyes slightly, and a strange crimson flashed through her eyes, and she saw a dense black energy gathering on the ground where their foreheads touched the ground.
The black energy was continuously entering their bodies from their foreheads.
Yunzheng's pupils shrank slightly, why did this black energy bring a breath of soul?!
Before she had time to think deeply, her sea of consciousness was shaken by a mysterious force again, and the beauty mural fell into her mind more clearly.
"What’s wrong with you."
Wen Renheng turned his head and saw that Yunzheng's face looked wrong. He thought she was disturbed by the strong demonic energy here, so he called her.
Yunzheng closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She turned her head and looked at Wen Renheng, and asked him via voice transmission: "How long will it take for this way of worship to end?"
Wen Renheng's eyes flashed slightly, what on earth did she want to do by asking?
He still responded to her obediently: "It's still early, I have to go to the Demon Tomb later for the demonic spiritual infusion."