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Xia Xin didn't say anything, but the demon on the side couldn't help but say anxiously: "My lord, don't do it! The eyes of the demon are also full of anxiety, and his heart is very contradictory, he wants Xia Xin to die, but he also wants it to be intact, not because he has a special relationship with Xia Xin during this time, but because his life is connected with Xia Xin, one is prosperous, one is lost, and it is not right to say this, he himself is dead, Xia Xin will not have anything to do, and he feels even more aggrieved when he thinks of this.

Yi didn't even look at the demons, and was silent for a while before he said, "When do you need to give instructions to do things?"

Although he didn't feel anything harsh at these words, listening to the ears of the demon made his face change greatly, and he quickly knelt on the ground, and said with a pale face: "The subordinates are talkative, the subordinates are talkative." "Saying that, he kept slapping his mouth, and the blood came out, and he was wronged in his heart, after beating so much, you should stop shouting, right?

"I think you have done a lot of credit this time, only this once, get up!" Yi said lightly, and then explained: "This person is of great use, and none of you are allowed to hurt his life." ”

The demon got up from the ground and said yes again and again, how can there be a master style such as the king of the demon world in this appearance, which also shows the horror of the demon from the side.

"Boy, although this seat has let you go, don't think that you can do whatever you want in this way, if you want to blow yourself up, why not take advantage of this seat's absence?"

Xia Xin bitterly stopped all his secret actions, that's right, he did just say that he wanted to blow himself up desperately, and he knew very well in his heart why the Demon Venerable wanted to leave his life.

Zheng Yin Yang is the ultimate goal of the Demon Venerable, but the disciple of the former was captured, if one day the strongest beings in the two realms fight, one side has scruples, can not exert all its strength, then there is no doubt that the balance of victory will be tilted on the other side, even if the feelings of master and apprentice are not taken into account, but as long as there are waves in the center of the battle, there will be flaws, if the flaws are exposed in that case, the result will directly affect the victory or defeat.

Xia Xin knew very well that he was just a hostage in the eyes of the enemy, if he was just a member of the Xia clan, no matter how he was, it would not affect the entire continent, but he also had another identity, the guardian and nephew, and the disciple of the mainland emperor.

Although it is only named, as long as those in the know understand it, thinking with their toes, if they are just named disciples, why did they send Cheng Hui, Zheng Qiankun and other peak powerhouses to rescue him that day, and even Liang Yang who was very hidden in the end, all of this seems unusual to Xia Xin.

Although Yi was a doppelganger that day, he later returned to his body, which was naturally like his own experience, so he understood the importance of Xia Xin, and because of this, he would ask for the one to be brought back alive while sending the demons to chase him.

A huge wave of air came out wildly, as if a balloon had been punctured, the dust was all over the sky, the rocks slid down, and a figure flew out of the dust and hit the mountain wall, and the gravel buried him on the spot, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

On the other side, the dust settled, the figure of Zidong of Ninety-Five appeared, he was extremely embarrassed, most of his purple robe was torn, and the purple gold crown on his head did not know where it fell, at this moment he held the Zidong sword inserted in the ground, and looked at Yi and Xia Xin with a tired look, it seemed that although he defeated the blood demon, it was also a tragic victory.

It is worth mentioning that the Blood Demon Ding, whose brilliance was a little dim, was suppressed under the Zidong Sword at this moment, but the dried corpse disappeared, and I don't know if it was broken by the Ninety-Five Zidong, or it returned to the Blood Demon Ding.

Bang bang..

The applause sounded in this slightly silent secret room, and he smiled lightly: "The dragon vein gives you a lot of combat power, and you can actually defeat the two kings in half an hour, including the blood demon general of this seat, it seems that in addition to some dusty old antiques in this world, only this seat, Zheng Yinyang, and the sea lord can crush you." ”

"My honor, can't the Phantom Demon Brother win against him?" The demon couldn't hold back at the moment, and stood up and said unconvinced, it sounded like he had a good relationship with the Phantom Demon in his mouth.

Yi glanced at him, then looked at the Ninety-Five Zidong, and said without looking back: "The dragon is the race with the strongest comprehensive combat power in the world, and the illusion of the illusion may still have an effect on the previous Ninety-Five Zidong, but now, it is very small!"

When the demon heard this, he also looked towards the Ninety-Five Zidong, his face was even more unconvinced, and even hated, after all, it was the old immortal who suppressed him for countless years, if it weren't for the magic treasure that had been passed down from generation to generation by the patriarch of the demon clan, he still couldn't escape, but unfortunately, he escaped from it, but the treasure of the Zhen clan stayed there forever.

The old hatred has not been avenged, and new hatred has been added, and at this moment, I heard that the lord of the demon realm that I have always respected has such a high evaluation of the old immortal, of course the demon can't listen to it, and brings out the illusion demon with a better relationship among the ten demon generals of the Demon Venerable, and because this illusion demon is a little stronger than the blood demon, just to vent his anger, how can he see the enemy rampant? Although there is Yi, the ninety-five Zidong can't be rampant even if he wants to.

"Okay, let's go see how Xiao Blood is, he will hand it over to me!" Yi ordered, and then threw Xia Xin to the Eye Demon to tell him to take care of it, but he walked towards the Ninety-Five Zidong.

The demon hurriedly responded and led people to find the buried blood demon, but after the eye demon grabbed Xia Xin, he didn't dare to look at him, and hurriedly resealed it and retreated into the distance.

Xia Xin didn't look at the demon, but stared at the Ninety-Five Zidong, his heart was sad, today he had witnessed the fall of a human race king, could it be that the second one would follow one after another? Why hadn't reinforcements arrived? Except for this old man, no second person noticed it?

"Ninety-five Zidong, are you going to cut yourself off? Or do you want to take it upon yourself to give you a ride?" Yi Xianting strolled, stopped when he reached a distance of ten zhang, and said with his hands in his hands.

The old man of the emperor took a deep breath, forcibly stood up straight, and his body, which seemed to be a little rickety at this moment, looked at the opposite side coldly, countless years of preparation, and today it is finally going to be implemented, his rough old hand slapped towards the hilt of the sword, and suddenly a dragon groan, Zidong sword roared, and the force stabbed hard, and then a series of clicks sounded.

The Zidong Sword, as well as the Blood Demon Ding under it, were both shattered under that beat, and the two treasures walked towards the end together. It's not that Ninety-Five Zidong is so powerful, it's that he used his sword to die with the Blood Demon Ding.

Yi raised his eyebrows, and said to himself: "This is the answer, isn't it? Courage is commendable, but unfortunately, the glory of the Ninety-Five Sect will no longer be continued." ”

After that, the Demon Venerable stretched out his hand and shot out a red lightning bolt, heading straight at the Ninety-Five Zidong, who not only did not take precautions, but on the contrary, he looked at the Zidong Sword with only the hilt left in his hand, and the dark path was dark, and his eyes were moist.

The red lightning struck Jiuwu Zidong, causing him to flash red all over his body, jumping out of countless arcs, Jiuwu Zidong's face turned pale, spurting out a large mouthful of blood, and his already old face seemed to be dying at this moment, staggering back a few steps.