The night of the demon world was already chaotic, and the sky was even more strange at this time, and the dark night sky actually gathered inky black clouds, which were pressed low, and there were bursts of thunder roaring from behind the dark clouds, which was deafening. This vision made Lihuang inexplicably uneasy, and the flesh on his face twitched vigorously.

Rakshasa used his good fire skills to burn the demon soldiers to ashes in an instant.

The defense outside the city of Dora was broken, and Lihuang took the Rakshasa into the palace where the demon lord was. There was a row of guards in front of the Demon Lord, which was not worth mentioning, and the five city lords were clustered behind the guards, and their faces were like ashes.

Lihuang's gaze focused on the Demon Lord's saber, and the sword shone red, as if it had been blessed by magic. Lihuang's eyes flashed, and he was not in a hurry to let Rakshasa step forward.

The Demon Lord stared at the two of them, struggling to grip his saber.

Something was wrong with the knife today, as if it was about to fly away on its own if it was distracted.

Just when the Demon Lord was not sure how to eat, the knife suddenly moved, and the Demon King's hand holding the knife was raised high, and the whole person was taken two steps forward. I saw wisps of blood floating in from outside the door, and quickly drilled into the treasure knife, and the spell that wrapped around the blade became thicker and thicker.

The Demon Lord reacted, the Netherworld Technique was bloodthirsty-God help me! His whole confidence was ruthless: "Today, Benjun will destroy your monster!

Hearing the Demon Lord's words, the guards who were blocking the front also rushed towards the Rakshasa in one go.

As she stepped back, Lihuang explained to Rakshasa that she said, "Bring that knife." ”

The blood was still burrowing into the knife, but there were tens of thousands of corpses outside! The Demon Lord was already full of confidence, but the knife in his hand was getting heavier and heavier, and it was difficult for him to grasp the knife with both hands, let alone manipulate the knife to cut the rakshasa.

Where are the few guards who are Rakshasas' opponents? The five city lords were too late to coax them to escape, and when they saw that Rakshasa was about to attack the Demon Lord, the sword in the Demon Lord's hand broke free and ran straight out.

The Demon Lord was desperate in an instant, how could he stop this monster with his bare hands!

But the turnaround came inexplicably.

Rakshasa ignored the Demon Lord and rushed out after the sword.

The sword entangled in the Nether Technique rushed headlessly to a clearing with the largest number of remnants of demon soldiers, and rampaged in the thick of blood. When Rakshasa chased it out, he saw that Lihuang was already standing near the sword, and after seeing it, he took out the Ten Thousand Spirit Beads and cast a spell into the treasure knife, and with the attachment of the Ten Thousand Spirit Beads, the treasure knife gradually stabilized. Lihuang stretched out his hand and grabbed it, but he firmly grasped it in his hand!

Boom - the clouds are gathering more and more.

Rakshasa rushed over, afraid that the sword would hurt the glass phoenix.

Lihuang turned his back to him, gritted his teeth, and then turned around and stabbed the rakshasa who was rushing over.

The knife pierced Rakshasa in the abdomen, and Lihuang quickly withdrew his hand and pulled out the knife.

Blood gushed out, and the blood of the rakshasa couldn't stop drilling out, and was sucked by the Netherworld. He stretched out his hand to cover the wound, the red light in his eyes dimmed, and at this time he spoke, his voice became more and more hoarse and weak: "This knife will fly......"

The expression on Lihuang's face was complex and difficult to discern—frightened, vicious, panicked, and resolute...... But when the knife stabbed over, Lihuang's expression was seen by Rakshasa - he wanted him to die.

Boom –

Suddenly, several thunderbolts fell from the sky and slashed down at this place.

The treasure knife fell to the ground, and the Netherworld Technique was slashed and dissipated, and at this moment, there was only fear left on Lihuang's face.

Rakshasa knelt down in front of the glass phoenix, and as soon as the netherworld technique was broken, the blood and qi stopped flowing, but he was in chaos inside, and he was panting heavily.

Boom –

Several more thunderbolts came down, and this time, Lihuang fell to the ground in response, and his flesh and blood were blurred. Looking at the glass phoenix that suddenly fell in front of him, Rakshasa quickly came to his senses, the treasure knife came into view, he gathered the spell in the lightning and thunder, reached out and grabbed it, took out the ten thousand spirit beads, and on one side had already condensed a ball of his own blood element, mixed with the ten thousand spirit beads, and merged into the glass phoenix's body.

That's it, picked up the glass phoenix and ran all the way, straight to the Wufu Mountain, just like when he was a child, he carried him down the mountain, regardless of the wind and fire.

But that day, the thunder could not be shaken off, and he began to gather again above his head, seeing that he had already run to the edge of the mountain cliff, and there was no way out! The Rakshasa put down the glass phoenix on a flat ground, and at the moment when the dark clouds had not yet gathered and the thunder had not yet slashed down, he cast an enchantment around the glass phoenix. With that, he jumped off the cliff without hesitation.

The dark clouds gathered more and more, a little more ink than just now, this time as if completely angry, several thunderbolts, directed at the rakshasa. The rakshasa and the heavenly thunder were intertwined and fell to the bottom of the cliff, and the pain of the powder was like broken bones. The thunder crushed him over and over again, and he healed quickly over and over again. Three days had passed! Several heavy shackles struck out of the ground around him, twisting and twisting around him like a serpent, and incantations flashed on the shackles that made him unable to break free. A glittering golden enchantment followed, and the thunder retracted, pouring water out of thin air, completely burying him here.

The sky is angry, and the way of heaven is also.

The pain in his body gradually weakened, but Rakshasa always felt as if he was being held tightly by an invisible hand, until finally, when he used his blood yuan to save Lihuang, his brain was still empty, and everything had become instinct.

His hysterical roar has since been drowned in the bottom of this shasa in the afterlife.

At the age of 100, I first met Lihuang and got a name. Accompany him for a thousand years, guard him for a thousand years, and be a fool for a thousand years. But he is not a fool, what he didn't understand before, now he understands.

In the year 1122, he was empty-handed.