It was Yan Fei who opened his mouth first and broke this embarrassment.

"Senior, aren't you tired of holding the magic sword like this?" Yan Fei knew that he would not worry about Leng Ao, as long as he was fine, Leng Ao would never mess around again, all of this must be Bai Wumeng's idea.

Therefore, simply give Leng Ao a step.

Leng Ao put away his sword at this time, his face was embarrassed, and his face became more and more pale.

At the end of the day, he was scared.

Maybe he is not afraid of death, but he is afraid that life is better than death, and the taste of not being able to survive and not being able to die is not something that anyone can bear.

And Leng Ao knows that Yan Fei is a person, and he has always been decisive and ruthless.

This time, he actually wanted to kill Yan Fei's body, and he really couldn't think of any reason for Yan Fei to spare him.

"This, this...... I, I ......"

"Lord Demon Emperor, I, this is not my idea, I ......"

Leng Ao, one of the most famous deputy sect masters of the Nether Demon Sect, was hesitant in front of Yan Fei at this moment, like a child who had done something wrong and was trying his best to explain.

The demonic aura in his body has already dissipated, and the murderous aura in his body has also dissipated. Yan Fei waved his hand and said with a smile on his face: "The seniors have worked hard, and this time they did a very good job, but the deity didn't expect that you would actually invite the Demon of the Three Deputy Sect Masters of the Netherworld Demon Sect to me, very good, your task is complete."

Let's wait. ”

Leng Ao never expected that Yan Fei would not pursue it at all.

Listening to the meaning of Yan Fei's words, it seems that he has returned to the beginning, as for what happened in the middle, he didn't mention it at all, as if he didn't see what he was going to do just now.

People gave themselves steps, and if they didn't go down, they couldn't talk about it.

Leng Ao wiped the sweat from the corners of his forehead with his sleeve, and hurriedly responded: "It is the honor of the old man to be able to do things for the Demon Emperor." After saying that, Leng Ao retreated to the side with his head half-bowed. At the same time, Leng Ao glared at the demon Bai Wumeng viciously from the corner of his eye, and said in his heart: "Bai Wumeng, Bai Wumeng, you are an old immortal, you almost caused me to survive and die, this time, you clean up the mess yourself,

I'm sure you're not going to end much better. ”

Think about it.

Leng Ao's fear of Yan Fei in his heart deepened by three points.

Yan Fei actually broke Bai Wumeng's illusion dream**, this is really evil, and it was so fast?

Bai Wumeng's dream**, that is the holy level magic skill left over from ancient times, even if I fall into the Tao, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out......

Yan Fei, Yan Fei, although I hate you to the core, I have to admit that you are really a god, and there seems to be nothing in this world that can be difficult to hold you.

How did you do it at such a young age?

......

At this moment, Yan Fei's gaze looked at the Nightmare Demon Bai Wumeng.

And Bai Wumeng's expression at the moment was also ugly.

She knows her own combat strength, although she is not weak, but she has to compare with whom.

Her combat power is stronger than that of demons, but compared to the Yan Fei in front of her, there is no need to say more.

Yan Fei just sat there without moving, and he was already invincible to Bai Wumeng.

Bai Wumeng was even more surprised than Leng Ao's heart.

Because she is convinced of her dreams.

"You, you...... What are you?" Bai Wumeng and Yan Fei looked at each other, and Yan Fei's gaze made her heart tremble.

"Why did I wake up so quickly, right?" Bai Wumeng shook his head and said, "No, I don't believe it, Yan Fei, haven't you been hit?" Impossible, when Old Yama Luo led me here, I noticed that something was wrong, so, secretly, I had already used it before I arrived

Dream**, and I'm sure you've been tricked. ”

"No, not only that, I cast a triple dream on you**, how could you wake up in such a short time?"

Yan Fei smiled lightly and said, "I don't know how long the demon is going to let me sleep?" ten days or a year, ten years or a hundred years?"

"The surname Yan, how did you do it, this is impossible, I don't believe it. ”

At this moment, Yan Fei's heart was not calm.

It's so hanging, this time it's really good hanging, it's just a little bit closer, if you wake up a little slower, even if it's ten breaths slower, I'm afraid that Leng Ao's sword will be cleaved down.

If this sword comes down, it is not as simple as a broken arm, and his body will be finished.

The recovery ability of the immortal sword body is certainly strong, but if it is split in half by someone, no matter how strong the self-healing ability is, it is useless.

Yan Fei really wanted to extinguish this Bai Wumeng with a single sword, suck her cultivation dry, and clean up this vicious woman fiercely.

However, if he wants to achieve the goal of balancing the Netherworld, he cannot do without the help of this person.

After all, the identity of the person is second only to the Netherworld Demon Sect in the Netherworld.

Therefore, Yan Fei suppressed the anger in his heart. "Phantom Dream **, well, it's really amazing, I think I'm Yan Fei, I'm still a little capable, I still got hit in the case of twelve points of vigilance, the first time, this is definitely the first time in my Yan Fei's life, Demon Senior, I'm Yan Feipei

Wear. ”

Yan Fei did send these words to her heart, but listening to the ears of the demon was like a slap in her face.

But what Bai Wumeng is thinking about now is how to get out.

Fantasy** is powerful, but there is a problem, it cannot be reused.

It's not that it can't, it's that it doesn't make sense. Fantasy dream** is aimed at some of the heart knots and demons in the bottom of people's hearts, if this person can crack the illusion dream**, it means that this person has no demons in his heart, so, once again reuse the illusion of dreams

Law, don't say that the other party can still be easily hit, and even if he can, it will be useless.

Therefore, it can be said that as long as the person who has broken the white dream**, from now on, there is no need to have the slightest fear of the dream**.

Even if you get hit, it's an instant break.

Without the powerful killing move of Illusion Dream**, Bai Wumeng would be nothing.

Especially after tossing Yan Fei's body for a long time just now, she deeply understood that she had no chance of winning when she fought Yan Fei, and she couldn't win if people stood there without moving.

Judging from the encounter between the sword devil and Leng Ao, she seems to have guessed her ending.

So the current Bai Wumeng has only one thought, to withdraw quickly.

But if you want to go, how can it be so easy?

She could already feel that she had been firmly locked by Yan Fei's divine soul power, and her divine soul could not be released at all, even if she wanted to ask for help, she couldn't do it. "Yan Fei, you, you are really terrible, since I cultivated the illusion dream**, you are the first person who can crack it, and besides, it is so fast, don't you have a demon in your heart?"