Binghun said coldly: "If you have the ability, you can do it yourself!"

Han Yun was choked and pointed at the man in black standing next to him, Huo Yanluo, and changed the subject and said, "What's going on with this guy?"

Binghun glanced at Yan Luo and said coldly: "Ask him yourself!" After that, he returned to Han Yun's sea of ​​consciousness.

Han Yun's scalp was numb. This dead face was the top five guy on the list of spiritual fire. He couldn't help but suppress this old man. The Palace Master Ling Jing held Han Yun's hand tightly and did not dare to look at the eyes of the man in black. It was too dirty. Han Yun calmed down and met the pupils of Yan Luo that had no vitality, and said indifferently: "You should be the guardian of this demon god's death, right?"

Yama's silent pupils moved, and his lips moved: "Yes!"

Han Yun's heart moved, clenched his fist in his right hand, and continued to ask, "What do you want?"

The deadly gaze of the man in black slowly moved downwards and finally landed on Han Yun's clenched right hand.

Han Yun felt a little sad and said, "Does he want to ask for the Spirit-Cultivation Purification Bottle?"

Han Yun was about to speak, and the dead fire Yama suddenly turned into a ball of black light and shot towards Han Yun. Han Yun was shocked and pulled the Lord Ling Jing to fly back, but he felt a chill on his wrist, and the black light had already penetrated his wrist. Han Yun was shocked and hurriedly used his immortal power to force the dead fire out. However, the dead fire firmly occupied the position of the vein gate like a root, and could not be driven out no matter what.

The Lord of Ling Jing grabbed Han Yun's right hand and looked at it. He suddenly realized that there was an ink-black flame mark on his wrist, which flashed lightly and was lifelike.

"What's going on?" Ling Jing asked anxiously. This terrible thing penetrated into his body!

Han Yun tried to activate the immortal power for several times, and found that there was no obstacle. The dead fire Yan Luo honestly hid in the right hand meridian gate, not hindering Han Yun, and ignored Han Yun's temptation, like an unrelated stranger. Han Yun calmed down and comforted the palace master Ling Jing and said, "Don't worry, it's okay!"

The Palace Master Ling Jing was worried, and the dead fire looked scary, not to mention that he had penetrated into his body and said anxiously: "Let Qi Bo help drive it out after he goes back!"

Han Yun guessed that the reason why the dead Fire Yama ran to his right hand meridian sect was probably related to the Spirit-Cultivation Purification Bottle. If you ask Old Man Qi for help, with the old guy's experience, you might see the clues, so he said, "Let's make plans in the fairy world!"

The Palace Master Ling Jing tried to use the immortal power to help force the dead fire out, but in vain, and said helplessly: "Then let's go back quickly!" The strange fire remained in Han Yun's body for a quarter of an hour, and the Palace Master Ling Jing was not at ease for a moment.

"Oh, it hurts so much. Who hit me in the head?" Han Yun was about to mention Huan Chun, but this guy woke up and touched his knocked forehead and cried out in pain.

Ling Jing Palace Master Leng Chi said: "If you can't die, stand up and walk!"

Huan Chun then realized that Han Yun and Ling Jing Palace Master standing next to him, looked blankly before standing up, and said juicyly: "Brother Yun, where is the demon woman?"

This guy is still thinking about that big-butt girl, but Han Yun said that he would give this witch to him when he returned to the fairy world.

Han Yundan said: "Run!"

Huan Chun couldn't help but feel disappointed and said in annoyance: "How could he run away! What a pity... It's such a pity!" This guy was still fantasizing about how to enjoy it after he went back. His plump big butt, I felt ecstatic when I thought about it, but unfortunately I've been ruined now!

The Lord of Ling Jing glanced at Huan Chun in disgust and said to Han Yun: "Let's go!"

Huan Chun hurriedly caught up with the two of them and shouted, "Wait for me... how could that demon woman escape... cough... why did Xiao Tang disappear?" After eating Ling Jing's palace master, Huan Chun hurriedly changed the subject.

"Shut up, just follow me, how can we talk so much nonsense?" The Palace Master Ling Jing shouted with a pretty face tense.

Huan Chun didn't dare to ask more questions, and followed silently to avoid being scolded again.

After walking forward for more than an hour, he finally could fly in the air. It seemed that he had left the range of the Demon God's Death Land. Perhaps without the Dead Fire Yama, the Death Land's illusion array would not work anymore, and the three of them kept walking and walked out of the Death Land.

Han Yun led the Palace Master Ling Jing to fly in the direction Linglong pointed out. He heard that the army of the fairy world had attacked the Heavenly Demon Realm, and he planned to join the army of the fairy world, so that it would be safer and more guaranteed.

"Aunt the Palace Master, Brother Yun, wait for this young master!" Huan Chun could only rely on the control of objects to fly, and his speed was not a little slower than Han Yun and Ling Jing Palace Master.

"Who is your aunt? If you talk nonsense, you will throw you here to die for yourself!" The Palace Master Ling Jing shouted in anger.

This guy is called Han Yunwei Brother, but he calls Ling Jing Palace Master, aunt. Wouldn't that be more arrogant than Han Yun's generation? It naturally makes her very upset.

When Huan Chun heard that he was going to leave him, he quickly changed his words to the Palace Master. Han Yun looked at the guy with a bruised nose and face and couldn't help but feel funny, and asked casually: "Yellow-haired, how did you get caught by the demons?"

Huan Chun couldn't help but burst into tears when he heard this, and regretted that the incident happened. Han Yun and the Palace Master Ling Jing couldn't help but laugh and cry. They were really a group of playboys who were full and full.

"How many people want to drink, sing and enjoy the beauty of the music that day? Now there is only one young master left!" Huan Chun sighed with a sad face.

Han Yun felt a pain in his mouth, so he simply put this guy in the Eight Treasure Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed G

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A crescent moon appeared on the hazy and gray sky, and a faint light spread on the dark stone mountain. An octagonal tent was built on the stone mountain. Below the stone mountain, it was not a flat sand, but a dark crowd. Perhaps it was more appropriate to say that the demon tide was more appropriate. It is hard to imagine that behind the stone mountain there were hundreds of thousands of demons, so quiet that there was no sound. Tens of thousands of demons were like light smoke floating on the sand.

There were about a dozen powerful high-ranking demons sitting in the tent on the stone mountain. Looking around, the lowest level was also silver demon horns, and the rest were either golden demon horns, or terrifying existences without demon horns. One of the man was delicate and elegant, with extremely thin lips, wearing a white long gown, and six ferocious beasts embroidered on a satin yellow cloak, and he had a calm temperament. Even if someone who didn't know him looked at him, he would determine that this person was the leader of everyone in the tent. Sitting next to this delicate and elegant man was the big butt girl Kapoyi, who was also the only silver-horned demon in the tent. It seemed that her status among the demons was indeed not low.

"Hello Demonic, we have sacrificed nearly 10,000 warriors for nothing. Do we have to continue sacrificing?" A golden-horned demon king asked angrily.

Kapoi frowned and said, "General Renault, there is a saying by the cultivator, "I can't bear to leave my children, I can't trap the wolf." If the cultivator falls into the trap, it will naturally cost a certain amount of money!"

The Golden Horned Demon Lord stroked his chest respectfully and said unhappily: "But the price is not too high? Those are the most elite warriors of our clan, and they are eroded by the cultivators little by little!"

Several other demon kings also expressed their dissatisfaction. The delicate and elegant man raised his hand and pressed him down, and he felt awe-inspiring power, and the scene immediately became quiet.

"The blood of our warriors will not flow in vain, nor will they sacrifice in vain!" The elegant man's tone was neither too fast, but he had a sonorous penetration, and every word was typing on people's hearts.

"The immortal cultivator will soon be wiped out!" Wen Ya's man gently pinched his right hand, and a terrifying murderous aura emanated from his body.

The demons present couldn't help but be shocked, and looked at the Wenya man eagerly. A demon king asked: "Your Majesty, there are no less than 100,000 immortal cultivators, and it may be extremely difficult to eat them all!"

The elegant man said indifferently: "It is indeed impossible in the fairy world, but it is different in the Heaven and Demon Realm. The heaven, the place are good, the people and us all take up all of them. As long as the tactics are used properly, no matter how many people come to the immortal cultivators, they will be ruined here. The current plan is still progressing smoothly, and it is still a bit short of time!"

The Demon Lord Renault, who had expressed his dissatisfaction, frowned and said, "Hisser Demon, what are your plans? Please tell me clearly that if you continue to let your subordinates sacrifice their warriors defeat the warriors, your subordinates will refuse to execute the order!"

"Random!" Kapoyi stood up with a cold shout, her beautiful face covered with frost, and she had an inviolable power. The demon king lowered his head and did not dare to look at him.

The gentle man said with a relaxed expression: "Your Highness is a little at ease. General Renault is just to cherish his warriors. I have a wish!"

Kapoyi's face was slightly relaxed, she sat down again, and said coldly: "Everyone must execute any orders from Your Demonic Soldier. If anyone dares to disobey the order, he will be killed without mercy!"

The demons here sat upright in awe. The elegant man glanced at him calmly and said indifferently: "It's not that I am unwilling to tell you all the plans, but just to avoid leaking the news. According to my plan, within two days, the entire army of the cultivators will be destroyed!"

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Han Yun and Ling Jing Palace Master traveled in the direction Linglong pointed out for a day. There were more and more demons along the way, mostly in teams. It seemed that they were regular troops of the demons. The two had to avoid them carefully. In the end, Han Yun could only take Ling Jing Palace Master into the inner world, put on his invisible clothes and flew carefully.

On that day, Han Yun was about to rest on a bare barren mountain, when a team of demons came hurried from a distance and stopped on the mountain to rest. Although the leader was only a real demon, Han Yun did not dare to be careless, so as not to cause trouble.

The number of this team of demon soldiers was about 30. What made Han Yun strange was that these guys were carrying a large bag made of animal skins, and they didn’t know what they were carrying. The texts of the demon clan were obviously not as developed as those of immortal cultivators, and they didn’t even have ordinary storage bags, and they used marijuana bags for loading large items.

The group of demon soldiers rested for a while and then continued to set off. Han Yun secretly followed and stared at the Voldemort who was flying at the end. He unconsciously took the unlucky guy into the inner world and quickly left. The group of demon soldiers did not find that there was one missing team, and they did not find that the number was slipped until they were resting and counting the number.
Chapter completed!