"Boom!" The air contracted dramatically for a split second, and then expanded violently in a flash, releasing a large amount of energy. Light, heat, and fire engulfed everything around them, and the sound of the explosion tingled the eardrums, only to revert to a valley of silence after a few seconds.

The smoke drained every drop of moisture out of the stuffy air, and the dry oxygen became no longer pure, making black shadows appear in the burning flames. The ground was scorched, and a strong smell of blood spread like a madness, like the smell of mist-churning on a river of blood.

Sitting high, Lai Ruoxue and Yi Shuihan both fell to the ground several meters away from the center of the explosion. Black smoke was blowing in their faces, and their otherwise clean clothes and cheeks were dirty. As soon as the three of them landed, their minds were still buzzing, and the impact of the explosion was like a thousand-ton boulder smashing into their chests, and even the immortals had to gasp twice.

As soon as the three of them regained their gaze, they all looked up in unison and looked at the center of the explosion.

It was a demon on its knees.

Originally, it could be clear that it was a woman, but now it is not even possible to determine whether it is a person or not. I saw that on both sides of the dark red vertical pupils on its forehead grew two black, curved horns, which were full of circles of threads. Its obsidian-like skin cracked open, revealing the golden lava flowing beneath the skin. The muscles of his body swelled, like a brute bull, extremely strong. The most terrifying thing was its back, the two bulging bulges cracked, and two huge wings were opened, and the black wing membrane covered the hard bones, which were the wings of the devil.

There are fewer flames on its body than before, but this reduction is only visual and volumetric, not strength and mass. The flames that swirled around it now were the purest flames compressed by the explosion, and their color was dark, very close to the King's Fire, the King's Flame.

Fortunately, however, the demon was on its knees, and it was badly wounded. The explosion of the flames did not allow it to dodge the attack of the trio.

Although the sword of the high pillow was missed, it completely tore the left half of its wing membrane, cutting off one of its extremely important supporting bones, and completely depriving it of the ability to fly. The four white pieces shot by Lai Ruoxue managed to bind its second arm, and the blue chains did not waver in the slightest in the explosion, still tightly entangled in their prey. As for Yi Shuihan, who used the sword technique, his long sword directly cut off the demon's thick left leg, causing it to have to kneel there as if it was surrendering to something extremely strong.

It now looks like a ghost in captivity, with its knees on the ground. Both hands were held high, restrained by two chess formations frozen in the air. The wings drooped, without any ability to move.

Foul-smelling blood continued to flow from its massive wounds, dripping onto the ground, blending into the charred dirt and seeping into the ground, leaving indelible marks. These marks, like those footprints, always exude the smell of decay, which cannot be concealed even if you try to cover it.

Gao Zhen stood up from the ground, his back slightly bent. Although he secretly invoked his magic power at the moment of the explosion, he used the witch to protect him in time. But the power of the explosion was too great, and although he was not injured on the surface, his internal organs were churning, and blood stasis formed in many places.

He walked forward with a little difficulty, trying to deliver the final blow to the demon.

"Stop! Don't kill her! Don't kill her! ”

The miserable cry sounded behind him again, a woman's voice, pained and sad.

Gao Zhen silently turned his head and looked not far away. Nie Lao's body was still lying on the ground, but it was turned over by the shockwave of the explosion, face up, and the expression on his face was still frozen before he died. His wife, Wu, knelt down next to his corpse, apparently also affected by the explosion just now, but fortunately it was far away, but she was only lifted a few times. At this time, she crawled over, held the body of her dead wife, opened her mouth and repeated loudly: "Don't kill her!" Don't kill her! ”

Beside her, there were several other people, all of whom had been driven out of the village, and Ah Ni was among them. They were also knocked to the ground by the shockwave, and they did not get up for a while.

Gao Zhen glanced at Wu, who was shouting in a hoarse voice with her mouth open. Her teeth were covered in bright red blood, and her chin was covered in blood, presumably she had just bitten her tongue in the explosion. She was old and full of gray hair, and she should have fainted in this situation, but a strange force was supporting her, making her keep calling out to the kneeling demon, who was her daughter.

"Sit back, be careful!" A wave of heat suddenly came from behind Gao Zhen, and the sweat on his back was instantly evaporated before it could flow out, and he smelled a smell of burning, and the long hair he was tied behind him was already burning along with his robe.

He was thrust away and rolled under the bushes. Branches and gravel on the ground cut his cheek, and red, salty blood oozed out, making a mark that rolled down his chin.

A crimson fireball burst where he had been standing, sending off a wind-like impact once again, and everyone who had just been about to stand up fell again, feeling the earth shake for it.

"Ruoxue! Ruoxue! What happened to you? Gao Zhen found that Lai Ruoxue was lying in his arms, and she had just saved her life and rolled out with her.

"Shhh Gao Zhen stretched out his hand and touched the back of Lai Ruoxue's heart, which had been scorched, and the flesh and blood were congealed into pieces, emitting thin black smoke. She fainted, her breath was faint, the cloth chess jar containing the chess pieces was scraped on the ground, and the black and white chess pieces rolled out, forming a splash of blood-like patterns on the charred ground.

Damn it! With a scolding in his heart, he put Lai Ruoxue on the ground, grabbed the Qingmo Sword that fell to the side, and rushed towards the demon who was supposed to give in but tried to fight back.

He burst through the black smoke and foul gas, and with his sword in both hands, he wanted to finish off the demon with a single sword. It has done so many evils, hurt too many people, and even its own father died tragically at its feet!

"Please don't kill her! She's my daughter! Please forgive her! She just made a mistake in the moment! Oh no, it's not her fault! She's not wrong! That's it as soon as she comes back! It's those guys! It was those guys who made her like this! It's a blazing ......."

"Poof!" Wu's words were not finished yet, but they came to an abrupt end. Her eyes were wide open, almost falling out of their sockets, her face was full of bruises, her mouth was wide open, and her expression was horrified, as if she had seen the most terrible thing in the world.

Her body stiffened for a moment, and immediately lost its support, and she fell to her husband's corpse, right in his cold arms. On the side of her neck, a small black knife was inserted. The knife was engraved with strange words, flashing with a faint glow.

Just now, the small throwing knife shot out of the nearby forest, interrupting her shouting and ending her life. So that she and her husband embarked on the Yellow Springs Road together.

No, and the daughter of the devil who has become her.

Taka Tsui would not leave the demon any more chance to fight back, and he did not want to see anyone hurt again. So when Wu's shouts came from behind him, he didn't look back. When Wu suddenly stopped shouting and fell, and everyone gathered around him in horror, he didn't look back.

He had to cut down this sword, for the sake of the dead, for Lai Ruoxue, for the peace of Praying Rain Village, and for the hatred of "demons" as a decent person.

This sword is the execution of the "demon".

The demon on its knees tried to resist, but its hands were tied, and its legs and wings were disabled. The only thing it could do was open its jaws and shoot a fiery fireball at the high face.

But when it opened its mouth, it was all over.

The green ink sword turned into a black sword shadow, from top left to right, like a hot knife cutting into a piece of butter, easily slicing through the demon's obsidian-like skin, then its stinky flesh, and finally slicing its body in half.

This sword is reserved for the wicked.

When the demon died, his body began to recover, the golden lava dimmed, the charred skin slowly peeled off, and the eyes slowly turned back to their original black.

Now, the one who was bound by the chess array and cut off by the sword qi was a poor woman. A tear slipped from her eye socket and ran down her scarred cheek.

Perhaps, it is not her who is at fault, but those conspirators behind it.

However, there are two sides: immortals and demons.

Only immortals can bathe in the sun, and as soon as demons appear in front of the world, they will be executed by justice.