The young master is really awesome."

Mo Yunlin exclaimed.

As a neighbor of Qingmu Tianyu, she deeply knows how powerful Qingmu Tianyu is.

But even so, Yang Yifei could not be kept, and she began to feel awe of Yang Yifei in her heart.

"Thank you very much, sir, for saving my life."

Old man Cen and Cen Cen thanked him repeatedly.

"Um."

Yang Yifei nodded: "You are safe, go on your own."

Old man Cen left with reluctant Cen Cen.

Anyang Xing's cultivation level is not high, and the strongest person cannot pass through the calamity realm. With Old Cen's strength, as long as he is careful, he will live a good life.

Finding a secret place, Yang Yifei began to review and summarize the experience.

"Killing the Blood Demon King does not mean that I have the strength of the Demon King's Golden Fairy Realm, but it just happened that the Blood Demon King separated himself from the Dao and was taken advantage of by me.

If it had been another demon king, it would have been dangerous."

"The Green Demon King is indeed so bold that he dared to devour the Green Wood Demon King. I don't know how he did it, but he succeeded.

Those demon kings who dare to enter the secluded place of Demon Emperor Qingmu will definitely die."

"Although one avenue was lost, one was also gained. Overall, it was a profit."

Yang Yifei took out the river of blood, reached out and grabbed it, and a twisted and struggling blood vine appeared in his hand.

"Boy, if you dare to kill me, the Green Demon King will never spare you, nor will our ancestors. You are dead, you..." the Blood Demon King roared loudly.

"The Greenwood Demon King has long been devoured by the Green Demon King. How can we still have our ancestors?"

Yang Yifei said disdainfully.

The blood demon king's roar stopped abruptly.

"Dedicate the great road to me, and you can go with peace of mind."

Yang Yifei said.

"Don't even think about it!"

The Blood Demon King was still struggling, but Yang Yifei crushed him with a casual squeeze.

"I am not afraid of you when you are alive, let alone only one brand left."

Yang Yifei said disdainfully.

Billions of living souls emerged from the bottom of the river, staring blankly at Yang Yifei.

Yang Yifei frowned slightly.

He has no habit of collecting souls to refine weapons.

He grabbed hold of the river of blood and shook it. These living souls felt that they were being released from the constraints of the river of blood. They couldn't help but burst into tears and roared to the sky.

"Thank you sir for releasing us."
Chapter completed!