The cultivation of the Qing Huang has gone to another level.

It was Gu Youning who gave him all the cultivation and charms on his body, but he would rather not, he wanted her to live, he wanted her to live!

That's his Gu Youning, Gu Youning, who was still thinking about his injuries at the last moment, it was his, it was originally his!

However, if there is someone who does not have eyes, then he should not have eyes.

Qing Huang's mind moved, and he appeared in a dark and hidden corner.

The Demon Venerable was shouting for someone in a stack, and when he saw Qinghuan, the whole person was depressed and fell to the ground.

"Father, why did you make this great gift? There was no smile in Qinghuan's laughter.

He looked at the Demon Venerable condescendingly, and he didn't mean to help him up. The more embarrassed he was, the more angry he became. But he didn't leak half a point, which made people tremble.

"I ......" Demon Venerable couldn't say a word under the powerful pressure of Qinghuang. He could only look fixedly at the fence and send out a few incomplete bytes.

"That's right, I can afford it. Qing Huang picked his eyes, and finally a trace of annoyance appeared in his eyes.

He laughed, and there was uncontrollable killing intent in his eyes: "Demon Venerable, you refine my mother and kill my wife, we should calculate this account today." ”

"Aren't you afraid......" Demon Venerable wanted to threaten him with the same way he threatened Qinghuan before.

Who expected Qinghuan to answer resolutely: "Benjun is not afraid." ”

He drew the soft sword he had used to deal with Qiqi, which was stained with blood and countless gaps of various sizes. It is obviously extremely broken, but people still can't ignore the killing intent on the sword.

"I don't believe you can cover the sky with one hand. Demon Venerable looked at the soft sword, scared in his heart, tried his best to show that he didn't care, and said in despair.

He knew that he would die today.

But where is he? Where is he? Where is he dead?

"Oh?" Qing Huang smiled playfully, looking at the pretending Demon Venerable, and opened his mouth to destroy his last bit of hope, "Just unfortunately, Benjun has one hand, just right, covering the sky." ”

The Demon Venerable was completely soft on the ground, and he sadly found that he couldn't use half of his strength, let alone escape, and he couldn't even move his fingers.

Qing Huang looked at the bloody sword in his hand, and suddenly felt a little dirty, and he didn't want to touch a dirtier person with such a dirty thing.

With a wave of his hand, he threw the sword back in his hand and turned his back to leave.

Didn't he want to kill himself?

He really still thinks about the relationship between father and son, after all, he has his own blood in his body!

He wanted to stand up, but found that he still didn't have half of his strength, and Qinghuan didn't think about letting himself go at all, so what did he want to do?

Fear, climbed up the back of the Demon Venerable, and made him cool from body to heart.

The fear of the unknown is more terrible than death.

Demon Venerable finally regretted it, he shouldn't, shouldn't provoke Qinghuan because of a position, at least he was once his own son, he wouldn't be so ruthless, he was his own son!

The sky was gloomy, and countless crows flew towards it, and within a few breaths of the front foot of the clear fence, it seemed to have found the right direction, and it seemed to have found someone.

Yes, they're here to find food, or rather, they're here to find the Demon Venerable.

Looking at the crow's eyes with only two rounds of black eyes, the Demon Venerable was sweating, this ...... What are you going to do?

The crow let out an excited wail, looking at the glow in the eyes of the Demon Venerable, it was the breath of greed, a desperate desire...