Before Qu Ayasha could finish speaking, a group of Demon Palace guards had already poured in, surrounding the two of them. [No pop-ups. These people don't have to look closely, even if they are not puppets created by Wu Yan, they are also diehards that were cultivated after Qu Ayasha left the Demon Palace.

However, compared to the guards who seemed to be overcrowded, Qu Ayasha was more concerned about the high-level demons sitting under the high platform in this huge palace, these people were either superior in strength or controlled one of the forces, otherwise it would be impossible for Wu Yan to look at them and become guests at the wedding banquet.

Qu Ayasha's eyes first swept over the long-haired strong man on the upper left, and then looked at the gloomy man on the right, and the smile on his lips remained unchanged: "I don't know whose face the King of Dongmang and King Yannan came here today?" ”

When the two men heard this, their eyes met in the air, and then they each let out a cold snort and twisted their heads. The two realms in the southeast are connected, and the two demon lords have been fighting for hundreds of years for the battle of boundaries, so naturally they will not give each other a good face.

The first person to answer Qu Ayasha's question was the long-haired King Dongmang, who refilled the wine in front of him, dressed in a cyan royal robe, with three points of elegance in his eyes, but very insidious and cunning inside: "This king was just invited to watch the ceremony." If the right protector has any personal grievances with the left protector, he can deal with it, and the king will never interfere. ”

Wei Shengming has been missing for many years, and it is naturally impossible to say that King Dongmang has no ambition. It's just that they have been in dispute between the east and the south for a long time, and their strength has been greatly reduced. King Dongmang's own cultivation is not as good as Wu Yan, so he has no choice but to make a deal with Wu Yan. But when it comes to his heart, he doesn't believe Wu Yan. Now Qu Ayasha and Wu Yan are fighting, and he happens to be watching from the wall.

The gloomy face of the King of Yannan sneered very loudly and mockingly: "Huh." King Dongmang glared angrily, but King Yannan ignored him, as if he had nothing to do with himself, his pale fingers caressed the cheek of the enchantress in his arms, and whispered to the woman's ears and temples, causing the woman in his arms to giggle.

After finding out the attitude of the two of them, Qu Ayasha had a little bottom in her heart. There is no end to the two kings of the southeast, but a witch Yan and the West Flame King who is in a strange situation, although he and Zhuo Junchen are only two people, they are enough to deal with.

"You deal with Wu Yan, and the King of the West Flame will hand it over to me." Qu Ayasha's eyes fell on the King of the West Flame, and there was caution and doubt in her eyes.

Zhuo Junchen nodded, not feeling that Qu Ayasha was prevaricating. Fight strong against strong, and thoroughly show his strength, so that after he defeats Wu Yan, he can deter these demons in the palace who are eyeing themselves as yellow birds.

Zhuo Junchen raised his hand, and a fist-sized black and purple thunder light appeared in his palm, and there was a bright light flickering in it, making a tooth-aching crackling sound. As soon as the palms of his hands closed, an arc of purple light spread out from Zhuo Junchen's hand, and the bright and extinguished thunder light swept heavily on the Demon Palace guards who surrounded them after passing through the curly silk yarn.

After a blinding flash of lightning and thunder, half of these Demon Palace guards turned into charred corpses that fell to the ground, and half of them became black sand scattered on the ground.

Wu Yan's face changed suddenly, he couldn't have known the power of the Nine Heavenly Recipes of Thunder and Fire cultivated by the Immortals. When Zhuo Junchen took out the Nether Whip lightly, his Yin Owl expression became even more resentful.

"I didn't expect Qu Protector to find the Nether Whip, it's really painstaking." Wu Yan's voice was as cold as a wet swamp. He was not a Thunder Fire Spirit Root, but he had also spent a lot of effort searching for the Nether Whip in the first place. This is not only a symbol of the Demon Venerable, but also a fairy weapon. Now being accepted as a natal spirit weapon to provoke himself is the scene that Wu Yan most wants to see.

Qu Ayasa summoned the ghost hand mire, and the pitch-black swamp swallowed all the scorched black sand into it, and a moment later, a red butterfly swirled out of Qu Ayasa's hand, and a huge white bone demon soldier rose from the quagmire, defending Qu Ayasa and Zhuo Junchen in it.

"The spiritual weapon recognizes the Lord, and the things that are respected are not something that anyone can touch." As she spoke, the natal spiritual fire of Qu Ayasha had been wrapped in her hand, and countless strange butterflies hovered around her, waiting for the master's instructions to choose someone to devour.

Qu Ayasha's beautiful eyes condensed slightly, and countless bone-devouring butterflies flew towards the Western Flame King. The butterfly wings are layered on top of each other, and the fluttering sound makes people feel numb in the back of their heads. This time, Wu Yan didn't intervene, and the West Flame King slowly got up from the wide throne. The two of them rushed towards Zhuo Junchen and Qu Ayasha respectively like a storm.

Wu Yan's hands were as thin as white bones, and the nails on his ten fingers suddenly skyrocketed, and they were as black as ten sharp blades, cutting towards Zhuo Junchen's body. Zhuo Junchen's expression did not move, and the long whip was whipped at Wu Yan. Wu Yan dodged Zhuo Junchen's whip sideways, and in a blink of an eye, he was already close at hand, and his nails were about to cut into Zhuo Junchen's neck when he saw it. Zhuo Junchen's wrist flicked, and the long whip that fell into the air rolled back, attacking Wu Yan from one side.

The magic power on the long whip was abundant, and the flickering thunder light made Wu Yan have to give up this blow, and it was worth going around behind Zhuo Junchen, and then he leaned into Zhuo Junchen again. I saw that the black robe on his body was agitated, and the wide cuffs silently led out a lot of fine black sand, and after these black sand landed, more than ten puppets that looked exactly like Wu Yan appeared, surrounding Zhuo Junchen.

Zhuo Junchen's movements paused slightly, and then he instantly identified Wu Yan's true body. Several puppets stood in front of him, Zhuo Junchen waved his long whip, and the power mixed on the Nether Whip broke through the prohibition on the puppet's body, and the human form was smashed into scattered sand. It's just that in the next moment, these scattered sand turned back into puppets, and the group stopped Zhuo Junchen's attack, which was extremely difficult. And Wu Yan, who was hiding behind the black sand puppet, just spied on him with a cold gaze, and quickly retreated before the lightning struck him every time, as if waiting for Zhuo Junchen to exhaust himself first, and then sit back to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

The anger flashed in his red eyes, and Zhuo Junchen, as a monk of the Thunder Fire Spirit Root, was most impatient with this slimy way of playing. After the long whip dispersed the two puppets, he stretched out his right hand and probed it, and the black sand that was supposed to be retraced back into the new puppets seemed to be attracted by something, and surged towards Zhuo Junchen's palm.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Wu Yan not only didn't feel surprised, but there was a hint of excitement in his eyes.

"Don't touch that black sand!" Qu Ayasha suddenly shouted urgently. Zhuo Junchen turned his head, only to see Qu Ayasha at this time, his whole body was surrounded by white spiritual fire. Beyond the spiritual fire, there was a circle of black sand that buzzed like some kind of flying insect, as if trying to find the flaws in her body, and then swarmed up. As for the Western Flame King, he was now pinched in the hands of a white bone demon soldier, and his whole body hung down on his stomach, as if only a layer of skin was left.

With a flick of Zhuo Junchen's wrist, these black sands immediately reversed, and several thunderbolts opened the way, breaking through the puppet's barrier, and rushed head-on to Wu Yan's façade.

Originally, Wu Yan still looked like he was holding the chance to win, no one would know how to control the black sand better than him, not to mention that Zhuo Junchen was only a monk of Lei Linggen. It's just that when the long practice of this black sand gathered was less than a foot away from him, he really couldn't control his expression, and his face was horrified.

The thunder light wrapped in the black sand not only overcame the thorns, but also isolated all the spiritual power from the thunder and lightning. Zhuo Junchen really couldn't control this black gravel, but he couldn't make Wu Yan do anything!

Qu Ayasha's eyes flashed slightly, and after understanding Zhuo Junchen's approach, the pale spiritual fire instantly engulfed the flying sand in front of her. Black sand and gravel continued to churn in the spiritual fire, like an undercurrent. Qu Ayasha's cultivation is not as good as Wu Yan's, and she can't refine it, but without the interference of black sand, she can start helping Zhuo Junchen.

The fluttering bone-eating butterflies first clustered around Zhuo Junchen's side, engulfing a wisp of sand snakes that wanted to sneak attack from behind. The butterflies are delicate and the gravel seems to be endless, but thousands of bone-eating butterflies are enough to devour this small wisp of black sand.

Wu Yan snorted coldly, and countless red butterflies fell to the ground, but Qu Ayasha didn't care. After the corpses of the butterflies accumulated to a certain number, a red flame suddenly rose, and countless new red butterflies were reborn from the fire. But the black sand is wrapped in a living fire, and it is not allowed to escape.

Zhuo Junchen didn't waste the time that Qu Ayasha bought for him, and the Nether Whip came from behind, and before the thunder and lightning in front of him touched Wu Yan, it was dispersed into a large net composed of thunder and lightning and black sand.

The paralysis appeared on Wu Yan first, telling him to avoid the lightning net. The fine sand, which he was so proud of, was now the most advantageous weapon of murder.

In a series of "puff puff" sounds, the black sand almost pierced Wu Yan's body into a sieve. With a flick of Zhuo Junchen's long whip, he split Wu Yan into two from the middle. Wu Yan's body slowly fell, but Zhuo Junchen only squinted.

The body that fell down suddenly seemed to melt away, and fine pieces of sand poured out of the black and red brocade robes, and in the blink of an eye, Wu Yan's ugly body disappeared, leaving only a tattered robe.

Qu Ayasha was a little puzzled in her heart, and moved closer to Zhuo Junchen, wanting to include Zhuo Junchen in the protection of the White Bone Demon Soldier. Zhuo Junchen didn't dodge or dodge, he just waved his sleeves, and after the fire behind him transformed into countless new bone-eating butterflies, they disappeared, leaving only a pile of fine gravel emitting white smoke. Zhuo Junchen watched as the sand and gravel slowly floated up, surging towards the high platform.

Qu Ayasha frowned, and separated the black sand from the pale spiritual fire, and the black sand also went to the high platform.

Zhuo Junchen nodded at her: "Release those in the mire as well." "The head of the curved silk yarn should be down. Soon another streak of black sand appeared.

From all over the Demon Palace, wisps of black sand continued to move towards the high platform, and on the high platform, a small whirlpool of black sand appeared, constantly absorbing these black sands. Faced with this scene, even the onlookers couldn't help but feel a sense of doubt, and a chill ran down their spines, but Zhuo Junchen just stood safely in the distance, and he didn't even change the gesture of holding the Nether Whip.

"Junchen, what's going on?" Ayasa couldn't help but ask. She didn't think she was a weak woman, but she was still frightened by the strange scene in front of her. Wu Yan was clearly going to do something, but Zhuo Junchen let him prepare.

Zhuo Junchen frowned: "His cultivation is already in the stage of transforming into a god, and he can attach his divine consciousness and store it in the natal spirit weapon. Now that his physical body has been destroyed, and his consciousness has been sealed by me in this palace, he intends to fight to the death. "To be precise, Wu Yan should have just stepped into the middle stage of the Transformation Divine Realm, and he can be regarded as a leader in the Shenque Continent. This made Wu Yan somewhat inferior to Zhuo Junchen when he faced him, even though the other party had the Netherworld Whip and the Nine Heavenly Recipes of Thunder and Fire in his hands.

Zhuo Junchen had already seen through this and began to show weakness to the enemy, making Wu Yan think that he was caught off guard, until he later controlled Wu Yan in one fell swoop and directly scattered his body, which exposed his minions.

If Wu Yan was still in the Yuan Infant stage, Zhuo Junchen would only need to destroy his Yuan Infant, but now he has to restrain his Yuan Shen and force him to draw his salary.

The black whirlpool is constantly expanding, and the speed of rotation is slowly increasing, but the black sand seems to be endless, and I don't know when it will stop.

When the black sand that flowed into the palace was finally swallowed, the whirlpool on the high platform slowly transformed into a human figure.

Zhuo Junchen snorted coldly, and the long whip wrapped around a demon sitting next to him like a snake. The man was startled by the sudden attack and screamed, but Zhuo Junchen mercilessly threw him under the high platform. A thunderbolt fell out of thin air, and this time the demon didn't even have time to scream, and turned into a charred corpse.

King Yannan raised his head and looked at this handsome young man with a cold expression for the first time: "Why, Your Excellency not only wants to clean up Wu Yan, but also to beat all of us here into the same party and dispose of them together?" "Bystander Qing, he discovered this young man's cultivation unfathomable earlier than Wu Yan. Compared with the curved silk yarn, Zhuo Junchen is the bigger hidden danger.

Zhuo Junchen glanced at him coldly, the long whip in his hand shook, and the fine thunder and lightning re-connected to the demon clan, and the scorched corpse turned into flying ashes, but a fine gravel fell down and flew towards the sand man on the platform.

Everyone's expressions became ugly, this demon king Yannan happened to know, although he didn't have a deep relationship with him, but he was also a very strong demon in the south, and his cultivation had reached the early stage of the Yuan Infant.

Now it seems that he has already been targeted by Wu Yan, and he will soon become a puppet.

Fang Cai Zhuo Junchen didn't pay attention, but everyone else watched the fight between Qu Ayasha and the King of the West Flame in their eyes. Under the treacherous manipulation of Qu Ayasha, the White Bone Demon Soldier stopped the Rampage of the West Flame King, and then took out the heart of the West Flame King with his own hands. It was also at this time that a stream of black sand poured out from under the veil of the Western Flame King, wrapping the curly silk yarn in a restricted manner.

"Don't lose the puppet in your arms, are you going to be the next Western Flame King?" Zhuo Junchen's cold voice sounded. King Yannan's scalp was numb, and he subconsciously threw the enchantress in his hand. Zhuo Junchen frowned, this time the thunder and lightning fell a little heavier, splitting this enchantress into a stream of black sand.

King Yannan was afraid for a while, but Qu Ayasha covered her lips and said with a smile: "King Yannan can remember, you owe Demon Venerable a life now." Her beautiful eyes inadvertently swept over Zhuo Junchen, and the last trace of nostalgia for Zhuo Junchen in her heart finally disappeared. At the beginning, the Demon Venerable of the Micro Life Immortal was very casual, but Qu Ayasha was quite serious, ranking the desire for peace in the Demon Realm after the Micro Life Immortal. Now Zhuo Junchen's strength is enough to reintegrate the shattered Demon Realm.

King Yannan was silent, and when he saw the ridicule and ridicule on the face of King Dongmang on the opposite side, he glared back fiercely!

Zhuo Junchen looked at the sand man on the high platform and said, "Did I pull out the puppets one by one for you, or did you come by yourself?" If you don't give it your all, you won't be able to escape. ”

After a burst of fine sand, Wu Yan's pale face was revealed, his eyes were vicious, his expression was gloomy, and he couldn't wait to peel him off and cramp when he looked at Zhuo Junchen. Although asking Zhuo Junchen to find the living puppet he planted could consume the other party's magic power, he had to integrate the sand and gravel with the power of thunder and lightning, and the consumption was far above Zhuo Junchen.

Several screams rang out again in the palace. Everyone watched in horror as someone around them fell bleeding and then black grit poured out of their eyes, ears, nose and nose.

No matter how fearful others were, Zhuo Junchen only watched Wu Yan gather all his strength, so that he could not escape and be annihilated in one fell swoop!

Compared with Fang Cai's nine deaths and unpredictable. Zhuo Junchen's posture of taking down Wu Yan can be described as unfazed. The dragon spirit appeared in the Nether Whip, and the huge dragon kiss swooped down towards the high platform, then swallowed all the fine sand into it. Wu Yan originally wanted to divide all the black sand into several shares, but the invisible attraction force just now reappeared, making it impossible for him to escape.

The young man dressed in black was even extremely thin compared to most men in the demon clan. But when he walked step by step towards the throne on the high platform, everyone in the palace suddenly had a sense of submission in their hearts. It is as if the Demon Venerable who looked down on the Demon Realm and was invincible once again reigned in the world.

He turned and sat on the throne, his eyebrows cold and his red eyes with a lingering murderous aura.

"Today, this seat is back on the throne, and those who are not subservient, Wu Yan can learn from it."

Without the slightest hesitation, she knelt on one knee, followed by the king of Dongmang and the king of Yannan, and then everyone knelt under the throne.

"Greetings, return to the throne!"

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