The shining white light shone through the void, and the soul-devouring black fog melted like mist under the white light, and the snow-white light illuminated the faces of Tang Cheng and Wutian. The originally dark long spear was as dazzling as a beam of lightning, and the whole body was flawless.

The extremely sharp blade of the Brushing Yangge was only about a foot away from Tang Cheng's throat. Even if he was about to succeed, Wutian's face was still full of sorrow or joy.

A cultivator like Tangcheng, who died in Wutian's hands, was insignificant. A mere Tangcheng was insignificant in Wutian's eyes. If Tangcheng hadn't had the pair of wind and thunder wings that were too annoying, Wutian would not have tried his best to plot against him.

Outside the soul-devouring black fog, Wuya stood in the void with expressionless face. The Purple Flame Holy King and others arrived, and Wuya was not in the mood to say hello. At this moment, Wuya was extremely disappointed.

The hatred of killing the father and the hatred of taking the wife are the irreconcilable hatred.

In Wuya's view, Xinyuehu's not throwing into his arms is the hatred of robbing his wife. Tang Cheng himself, or Wutian, cannot understand Wuya's hatred. Only when he looks at Wuya's growing up can he understand Wuya's thoughts. It is precisely because of this that after Mr. Gui saw Xinyuehu, he immediately ordered her to be captured alive. In this way, he might have the chance to eliminate the block in Wuya's heart.

After the demon saints arrived, they were very curious when they looked at the soul-devouring black fog. Now who else in the middle earth needs Wutian’s parent-child to deal with it? The Purple Flame Saint King’s eyes fluttered, and he chuckled, and said to Wuya: “Criminal Wuya, don’t you know that His Majesty the Demon Emperor is dealing with those opponents?”

In fact, when the Purple Flame Holy King comes, only a group of opponents will allow Wutian to use the Soul-Devouring Black Mist to erase the advantage of the opponent's group attack. If he is just an opponent, who will the Demon Emperor Wutian be afraid of with his own sword?

Wuya did not answer directly, but instead asked, "Why did you come so late? Is my order in the eyes of the Purple Flame Holy King, is it useless?"

The Purple Flame Saint King smiled charmingly and said, "Your Majesty is so serious!"

After Wuya advanced to the primordial spirit, Wuya was automatically promoted to the prince. In other words, after Wutian a hundred years, Wuya should inherit the destiny of the Demon Emperor.

However, neither the Thirteen Demon Saints of the Demon Clan nor Wuya himself took this title seriously. The Demon Clan has always been the most respected by the strong.

If Wu Tian unfortunately dies, then those who inherit the position of Demon King must be able to overwhelm the heroes before they can be convinced by everyone. It is far from enough to rely solely on the inheritance of blood ties.

The two names of the Purple Flame Holy King just now were just ridiculous, but Wuya was angry at the moment. Hearing this, he immediately started to get angry.

No matter what, Wuya is one of the demon saints and should not be underestimated. The sage of the Purple Flame King is a bit rude, but it is not serious. However, Wuya's fierce reaction at this moment was because of the powerlessness in his heart.

The thrilling advancement of the soul, relying on the aura in his heart, survived the disaster of the soul. Wuya's greatest comfort was that he could finally defeat Tang Cheng upright.

Even if he bullies the Yuandan stage cultivator with the power of the soul, he doesn't care at all. As long as he can trample on Tang Cheng's self-esteem in front of Xinyuehu, Wuya doesn't care about all other honors.

But reality is so cruel to Wuya. When we meet again, the opponent's strength makes him desperate. Tang Cheng's background is clear, and Wuya is simply unbelievable that Tang Cheng had actually cultivated the realm of the soul in less than eight years.

But Wutian will never make mistakes. Since Wutian said that Tangcheng killed the Saint King of Miaoying, then it must be like this. Life is so desperate at this moment.

What made him even more desperate was that he would never have the chance to take revenge with his own hands. His father was about to end all this. In his name of Wuya.

Wuya has no doubt about his father. Even though Wutian was injured, Wuya has long been used to Wutian's Wuwan victory. Since Wutian has taken action, then Tang Cheng's time in the world has entered the countdown.

Suddenly, Wuya became frustrated and felt that it was meaningless to vent his anger to the Saint King of Purple Flame.

He waved his hand and said to the Purple Flame Holy King: "The Holy King of Miaoying has lost his opponent, and his father is avenging him!"

As soon as this said, everyone was shocked and moved. The Purple Flame Holy King was almost dizzy on the spot and asked in disbelief: "Miaochi is actually dead, how is this possible?"

The White Elephant Saint King asked in a deep voice: "Wuya, this is no joke! Do you know that the gorgeous tiger king has been killed by the enemy, just before a stick of incense."

When Wuya heard that the Lancao Tiger King was killed, his face was extremely serious, but this matter was not Wuya's idea. He asked in a deep voice: "Am I like the kind of person who speaks nonsense? It is my father's idea to call you together." When Wutian was talking to Tang Cheng, he gestured behind his back to summon all the demon saints.

Everyone was speechless. After a long time, the Purple Flame Holy King asked again: "Your Majesty summoned us to do something, Wuya, do you know?" Wuya scratched his head and murmured: "But my father didn't say this."

The White Elephant Saint King and others were secretly dissatisfied with Wuya's stupidity, and they had nothing to say. Wuya seemed to read the voices of everyone, thought for a while, and asked suspiciously: "It shouldn't be that you were asking you to besiege Tangcheng, right?"

As soon as this was said, the demon saints sneered. Wu Tian always attacked the crowd in his entire life, and he never asked people to besiege others. However, the Purple Flame King still grabbed the only useful information that Wu Ya said. There was a purple flame in her eyes and asked softly: "Who is Tangcheng?"

Wuya said: "It was him who killed the Holy King of Whispers in the previous battle!"

"He's alone?" The Purple Flame Holy King asked the key point, which made people look at him with admiration. Wuya hesitated for a moment. He did not see the previous battle, but he recalled the several confrontations with Tang Cheng. Tang Cheng had never helped, and then nodded: "Not bad! Tang Cheng is alone!"

Wuya's words were even more terrifying than his previous words. If it weren't for knowing that Wuya would never be able to joke about such a thing, everyone had already sneered. Even so, the Purple Flame Saint King also sneered: "In Beiju Luzhou, only His Majesty and Bai Xiang can beat Miuchi, and the only one who can kill him is His Majesty. What is this Tang City? It can kill Miuchi?"

Wuya was about to explain that Tangcheng was not something, but a person. The soul-devouring black fog suddenly burst out with a wave, and a thunder pillar soared into the sky. In the thunder pillar, there seemed to be a naked figure.

Wuya screamed in surprise: "That's Tangcheng!"

As soon as he left the Soul-Devouring Black Mist, Tang Cheng didn't care about his naked body and shouted angrily: "Wutian, you are a beast, you dare to plot against your grandfather. This revenge will be revenged."

The Purple Flame Saint King rushed over by controlling the escape light. At this time, Tang Cheng had already seen the Purple Flame Saint King and others. Although the two sides did not know each other, their momentum could not be faked. When Tang Cheng saw that the other party had many people, he did not dare to show off his verbal advantage. He did not care about being naked and stretched his wings and rushed away.

This was the first time Bai Xiang and others saw Feng Lei Wings, and the first time they saw his magical powers that flapped their wings for thousands of miles, and they couldn't help but take them away. [It turns out that there was such magical powers in the Middle Earth.] This thought emerged in everyone's hearts at the same time.

Just as everyone was flying thousands of miles away, the rich black soul-devouring mist returned to the sea like a tide, and was taken back into his body by Wutian. The sky was clean. Looking at everyone's expressions, Wutian said lightly: "This person is really extraordinary. Unless I recover to more than 80% of my strength, it is indeed difficult to kill him."

Everyone looked embarrassed and understood Wu Tian’s subtext: If you could let go of your prejudice and set up a siege, why would you be escaped by this guy!

However, Wuya's expression was the most relaxed. Firstly, Tang Cheng was so powerful that he would definitely not die for a moment. He had enough time to plan for revenge. Secondly, Tang Cheng's magical power could also save him all his face.

At the beginning, Wuya returned to Beijuluzhou from Middle Earth. He reported all his movements to Wutian without hiding them. Although Wutian did not say much, he did not agree with his continuous failures in Tangcheng's hands. Now, Tangcheng has proved with his own strength that this is not that Wuya is too stupid, but that Tangcheng is too perverted.

Wu Tianyou looked around for a while and suddenly said, "Where is that bald donkey?" Wu Ya's relaxed expression immediately became awkward. He really didn't know where the Dharma nature went.

Compared to the battle between Tang Cheng and Wutian, how could the existence of Dharma-Shen, like a passerby, take away Wuya's attention? However, it was this tiny guy who had a great fortune at this moment.

No one knows a son than a father. There is no need to ask too much. As long as you look at Wuya, Wutian will know the answer clearly. However, Wuya also has a question in his heart. How could Wutian let Tang Cheng escape easily?
Chapter completed!