Suddenly, there seemed to be a bright light flashing, murderous intent approaching.

"careful!"

Nangong Yi flicked his long sleeve, a stream of white air condensed around his body, and his sharp sword rose up from the ground.

But the shadow was like a ghost, its figure was uncertain, and its silver hair shone with a strange light. Judging from the cold air around him that was as cold as bone marrow, it was clear that his magic power was a thousand times higher than those of those just a few people.

The silver-haired man in black did not avoid Nangong Yi's sword edge. He passed through the sharp sword like a shadow and struck Ling Mulao with his palm.

Ling Mulao obviously did not expect this. Before she could grab the pistol, her chest was shattered by the wind of the palm. Her clothes, as thin as cicada wings, were shattered by the internal force, leaving only her bellyband blocking her chest.

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At the critical moment, Ling Mulao's chest suddenly burned, and a red light suddenly lit up, like daylight.

As the red light flashed, the man in black with silver hair paused, exclaimed: "Demon Suppressing Seal~", drew back his wrist, and quickly retreated.

Nangong Yi was just thinking that Ling Muchao would definitely die, but suddenly he saw the birthmark on her chest that was like fire and flowers, and his eyes darkened.

When the other party closed her hands, she picked her up and disappeared into the bushes.

The silver-haired man in black was shaken back a few steps by his own internal force. After he stabilized his steps, he raised his palms in the air casually, and the monsters that had been beaten into prototypes also returned to their human form.

"See the Demon King!"

The beaten monsters all knelt on the ground, their heads lying on the ground, and their bodies trembling like chaff. The mission failed, and no one dared to express their anger.

"..."

The demon king didn't speak, but the corners of his lips pursed slightly, and his eyes shone like flames.

After a thousand years, the wait is finally here.

"Demon Lord, do you need to continue chasing?"

The man in red asked tremblingly.

"Do you have what it takes?"

The Demon Lord chuckled. The palm hidden in his sleeve was dripping with blood. It was the injury he suffered when he just touched the Demon Suppressing Seal.

"That girl has sharp eyes, she can actually see the flaws in some of our brothers, otherwise~ah~"

The man in green murmured a few words in a low voice, but before he could finish speaking, his head flew out, leaving only a body.

"Demon Lord, I know my mistake!"

The few people who were frightened by the scene in front of them and wanted to argue again immediately fell silent, nodded and admitted their mistake.

After a long time, they did not wait for any response. When they raised their heads again, the figure of the Demon Lord had long disappeared, leaving only his cold laughter echoing.

Although Ling Mulao was not hit, her heart was broken by the wind of the palm as she had no internal strength, and her mouth was spitting out blood.

Nangong Yi tapped his fingers lightly, but couldn't stop the blood from flowing out at all. He put his hands on Ling Mulao's back and pumped her true energy.

However, after all, this was treating the symptoms rather than the root cause. Ling Mulao felt that there seemed to be two streams of cold and warm air colliding in his body. Every nerve seemed to be torn apart, and his vision gradually turned black.

So cold!

Ling Mulao shrank back and crossed his arms tightly.

Why was there no light? She groped forward cautiously, wanting to turn on the flashlight and dig into her pocket, but found that she was completely naked.

His body froze, and he heard the sound of lewd laughter coming from his ears.

"Little girl, let uncle have a good time!"

Suddenly, the ugly face magnified in front of her eyes, and her bean-sized eyes looked up and down at her body.
Chapter completed!