Chapter 69 Formation!
Although the Confucian Sage's Haoran Ruler blocked the power of the Demon Lord's punch, the residual power still spread out and shook the prince to pieces, causing blood to surge in his body.
Prince Zhou Huan clutched his chest, his heart pounding against his chest as if it was about to burst out of his body, the pain was excruciating.
For a moment, he felt like he was really going to die.
The furious Confucian saint raised the broken ruler in his hand and whipped it towards the Demon Lord.
"With righteousness and sincerity, Haoran will slay evil spirits!"
As the ruler fell, the air rippled, and an invisible Haoran barrier covered the Demon Lord like an inverted giant bell.
Immediately afterwards, countless whips appeared within the barrier and whipped the Demon Lord.
"Hmph, there is a sour Confucian air!"
The Demon Lord spread his fingers apart, and the roots of his white hair floated up, becoming extremely long in an instant, and then entangled those whips.
With a strong swing, the pure white giant bell formed by the condensed Confucian aura was shattered into pieces!
The ruler in the hand of the Confucian saint completely collapsed.
The white hair that was emitted continued to extend and spread, and each hair seemed to be alive, constantly interweaving and interweaving with each other, forming a huge circular wall, trapping everyone present inside.
The white hair is three thousand feet!
“It’s your turn, why don’t you take action?”
The Demon Lord stared at Zhao Wuxiu.
Zhao Wuxiu looked surprisingly calm, "How long can this body you possess last? Are you afraid of staying here?"
The Demon Lord frowned.
Jiang Shouzhong's body has not been tempered and cannot support her demon soul.
So far, nine ribs have been broken, twenty-nine acupuncture points have been destroyed by forced opening, there are also signs of rupture in the Dantian, and the internal organs have been damaged to varying degrees.
The Demon Lord felt guilty for no reason.
After we go back, that guy won’t fight her to the death.
No matter, let’s have a good beating first.
Anyway, with Daomenhetu here, as long as the heart is not broken, it can be repaired relatively quickly.
It’s not that my body doesn’t feel bad.
The Demon Lord sneered, "Are you scared?"
The white hair in the sky was slightly tilted, as if hanging from the nine heavens, turning into sharp swords and stabbing towards Zhao Wuxiu overwhelmingly.
Zhao Wuxiu’s proud figure disappeared in a flash.
Just a simple punch.
The originally orderly crystal slender white hair danced wildly, as messy as a bird's nest, and then exploded into short strands.
The figures of the two people kept intertwining, and the ground within a radius of several miles shook violently from time to time.
At this time, the military saint who had just been beaten into the palace walked out of the palace gate, with a faint wisp of light golden fluid spinning on the tip of the gun in his hand.
He nodded towards the Confucian sage, as if to convey some message.
The Confucian saint glanced at the position of Qin Tianjian, then took a step back, took out a hard pen from his sleeve, breathed a sigh of relief, and began to write and draw in the air.
Invisible golden small seal characters emerged one after another, intersecting with the starlight in the sky.
When Demon Lord and Zhao Wuxiu separated for the last time, the dust dispersed like falling rain, and the ground was full of potholes.
"It turns out I have a hidden secret. I underestimated you a little."
The Demon Lord stared at Zhao Wuxiu in surprise.
She looked at the military sage and the Confucian sage who were writing in the air, and frowned, "Do you want to activate the formation?"
The Demon Lord was a little annoyed that this body was useless.
Otherwise, break into the palace directly and smash the formation to pieces.
Forget it, take the Haotian Divine Luck away first, it’s more important to do business.
The Demon Lord flicked his sleeves and said with disdain: "They are all a bunch of trash. It's too cheap to fight with you, let's go!"
She turned and left.
Zhao Wuxiu, who was supposed to be chasing the Demon Lord, rushed towards Zhou Hui.
Zhou Yan, who had just recovered his breath, still looked confused. The air around him suddenly floated, and then a cold hand seemed to appear out of thin air, grabbed his neck and lifted him up. "Are you, a guy like you, worthy of Haotian's divine luck?"
"Bring it here!"
The Demon Lord pressed his other hand on Zhou Wei's chest, Five fingers grasped hard.
Zhou Huan was in severe pain and could not even scream. His eyes were so wide that they almost bulged out. Fear and despair flooded his whole body like a tide.
But the next moment, the Demon Lord raised his eyebrows suddenly, his eyes surprised.
Her hand was bounced away by a force.
The Demon Lord turned around and punched the approaching Zhao Wuxiu, colliding with him. He flew backwards with the help of the opponent's majestic power and stood ten feet away.
The Demon Lord lowered his head and looked at the bloody hand that had just been bounced away. He looked up at the night sky and vaguely noticed that there were thin golden lines crisscrossing each other.
It is dotted with stars, vast and mysterious.
It complements the royal palace.
She cast her gaze on Prince Zhou Huan again, her eyes filled with confusion. After looking around at the other people around him, Demon Lord seemed to understand something and murmured: "It turned out to be a trap."
Realizing that this body could no longer carry his own demon soul, Demon Lord was a little annoyed. Cursing in a low voice, he sneered in the direction of Qin Tianjian: "Let's go, we will see you later!"
The Demon Lord dispersed and disappeared in place.
Emperor Zhou Chang, standing on the high platform of Qintian Prison, said lightly: "Has she already discovered it?"
"It should be."
Jian Zheng nodded lightly.
The supervisor looked at the emperor with a solemn expression, "Should we keep her by force?"
"It's too late."
Zhou Chang rubbed his hands a little helplessly Rubbing his forehead, he smiled and said, "Forget it, it's not a bad thing."
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The Demon Lord did not return to Jiang Shouzhong's home, but appeared on a rooftop.
There are two people on the roof, one sitting and one standing.
The Demon Lord stared with interest at the beautiful woman in purple dress standing on the roof, and asked: "What is your name?"
"Li Guanshi."
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The woman put her hands behind her hands and said with a smile, "Today I can see the elegant demeanor of Lord Demon Lord, and I have no regrets in this life."
The Demon Lord turned his attention to Yan Changqing, who was sitting on the roof and silently smelling the wine bottle, and said lightly: "You are very good. Live well. If there is a chance in the future, I will fight with you."
Yan Changqing waved his hand and said with a smile: "No fight, no fight, I just practiced some furry swordsmanship."< br>
The corners of Demon Lord's lips curled up slightly, and he turned and left.
Li Guanshi couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Who would have thought that a generation of demon masters would still be alive, and the world would really be in trouble."
"I only care about my daughter, the injustice has nothing to do with me."
Yan Changqing's tone was casual.
Li Guanshi was silent for a while and asked softly: "How much effort do you think Zhao Wuxiu contributed?"
"Who knows, this bastard knows that we are watching, and he will definitely not do anything. Try your best, for fear that we will find out his true identity."
Yan Changqing sneered, "It's a pity that the demon master is a possessed soul. If the real body comes, I don't believe that Zhao Wuxiu dares to do so."
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Inside the inn.
Shen Shengyuan was hesitating whether to take the risk and go to the palace to see what was going on. Suddenly, his eyes flashed and he saw a white-haired and feminine "woman" appear in the room.
It took Shen Shengyuan a long time to come back to his senses, and he knelt heavily on the ground and said with a trembling voice: "Shen Shengyuan, protector of the Heavenly Demon Sect, pays homage to the Demon Lord!"
Qu Hongling stood blankly beside him. In place.
She stared blankly at the Demon Lord, her lips moved slightly, "Brother Xiao Jiang?" End of chapter)