Abraham?Yemo's pupils shrank, a member of the Abraham family, one of the Nine Princes of the Abyss.

Iwan Abraham seemed to know what Ye Mo was thinking, and a pale smile appeared on his sick face: "This is the space-time graveyard, there is no meaning in origin, you and I are just outcasts who are used as sacrifices after all." ”

In the end, Iwan had a somewhat self-deprecating tone, if he hadn't known that the person in front of him was the president of the Shadow Guild, a killer who killed like hemp, Ye Mo would have almost had a crush on him, this kind of thinking was very much in line with his values.

"What's your purpose?" Ye Mo asked bluntly, the mind of this Iwang in front of him was too deep, far more difficult to deal with than Igor.

"In my capacity as President of the Shadow Guild, I invite you to join us. Iwan had a sincere look on his face.

"Thank you, President Iwan, for your love, but I really don't like the way the Shadow Guild acts, so I'm sorry. ”

"Then there's no need to talk about it?" Iwan's eyes froze, "Your Excellency needs to know that even if you use some kind of spell to enslave the Purgatory Dragon, it is not enough to reject me. ”

Ye Mo's heart sank, Iwan had really seen his hole cards clearly, and his calculations could deal with Igor, but they didn't play a role in the face of the legendary Shadow Guild President.

In the face of Iwan, whose strength was at least above the late stage of his position, the reason why Ye Mo was able to remain calm was because he still had the backhand of this Purgatory Demon Dragon.

The reason why Igor was attacked by the demon dragon and Ye Mo was just let go by the demon dragon was not a coincidence, but the result of Ye Mo's manipulation.

This is because when Fang gathered all his strength and attacked the demon dragon through the amplification circle, Ye Mo also released his own attack.

There is only one skill he unleashes - undead enslavement.

Although Undead Enslavement has a strong restraining effect on undead creatures, the Infernal Dragon is a rare mutated breed with a level 4 level, and the effect of undead enslavement on him will be greatly weakened.

What was cast silently at night was not an ordinary undead spell, but an undead enslavement with status-level spiritual power and ten times magnification.

In addition, the timing of Nightmite's performance coincided with the time when the Purgatory Dragon was seriously injured by someone else's attack, and its protection was greatly reduced.

I thought I had done enough to hide it, but I didn't expect the Shadow Guild President to quickly see through it after just a few glances.

It's just that although he was seen through the hole cards, Ye Mo would not compromise on everything: "You have to try it to know if it works." ”

"Ahem...... Your Excellency Ye Mo, from a personal point of view, I admire your style, but for the sake of our Shadow Guild, I can only send you to meet your ancestors, I don't know if you, who have inherited the blood of the god of death, will be able to escape this fate. ”

As the heir to Abraham's surname and the president of the Shadow Guild, one of the seven guilds of the Space-Time Graveyard, Iwan is destined not to be a person who is swayed by personal emotions.

When the killing machine is born, Iwan does it directly.

His figure flickered and disappeared directly in place, even with the spiritual power of the level of Night Silence, he could not catch the slightest trace of him.

Compared to Igor, Iwan's ability to hide his aura is even better.

However, even if he couldn't feel Iwan's position, the moment he appeared, Ye Mo relied on his instinctive instinct to manipulate the claws of the demon dragon to block in front of him.

"Bang" Iwan's right foot kicked against the dragon's claws, and Yemo's rapid reaction accurately predicted the trajectory of his attack.

But Ye Mo was not the slightest bit excited.

Because the claws of the demon dragon were harder than the star-ink blackiron, and the claws comparable to the golden weapon were kicked out of a big hole by Iwan.

Not only that, but the power of Iwan's kick was still not neutralized, and the remaining strength turned into a strong wind and hit Ye Mo's body.

Only one-tenth of the strength of its heyday caused most of the internal organs of the night silent body to be shattered.

His body was kicked like a ball and slammed into the belly of the demon dragon behind him.

Then, the back of the demon dragon corresponding to the impact of Ye Mo on the abdomen protruded, and the petals of the crystal orchid made a huge notch, and pressed against the pillar of flowers.

"The power of the president is still as hard to hope ......as ever," Igor, who was rescued not far away, stared at Iwang with almost fanatical eyes, as if he had seen a god in the world.

The Purgatory Demon Dragon is a fourth-order undead, converted to the cultivation level of a human being, that is, a monk equivalent to the Heavenly Rank, coupled with its Demon Dragon Body, the mutated characteristics are only stronger than ordinary Heavenly Rank, but now such a powerful Demon Dragon is vulnerable in front of Iwan.

"Your Excellency Ye Mo is really extraordinary, and you can still breathe under the attack I used three points of strength......"

In the belly of the demon dragon, Iwan appeared in front of Ye Mo, and was slightly surprised to find that the latter was still breathing.

Igor, who was not far away, couldn't believe it after hearing Iwan's words: "This demon is so strong, it can block the strength of the president to die thirty percent, is it a monster?"

And Ye Mo, who is the protagonist of the two comments, has a deep sadness in his heart, and at the same time, he also gives birth to boundless anger.

Igor's proud record was an unprecedented shame in his eyes, even though Iwan was the president of the Shadow Guild and a descendant of the Abraham family, one of the Nine Princes of the Abyss, he was only a twenty-seven or eighteen-year-old young man in the end.

And although Ye Mo looks a little tender for some special reason, he is a real eighteen-year-old boy, less than ten years worse than Iwan.

But the strength between the two is one in the sky and the other on the earth, and he is regarded as an ant by the enemy.

"Lord Ye Mo, although it is against the principle of a killer to launch two attacks on the same target, you are too dangerous, so I am sorry that I can only ask you to die again. ”

Iwan did not have the moral habit of not bullying the seriously injured, and in the face of Ye Mo, who was obviously powerless to resist anymore, he not only did not stop attacking, but instead increased his strength and launched a second attack.

"Goodbye...... Iwan muttered to himself, raising his right index finger to Ye Mo's heart.

Igor had used this move before, but Iwan's attack was obviously much more powerful than the former.

Ye Mo didn't know how much force Iwan used this time, but he could tell that this time he would definitely not be spared from this blow.

With his current cultivation at the peak of the path, facing Iwan, who inherited Abraham's surname and achieved his status, was too reluctant.

"Bang!"

There was a dull sound, and Iwan's fingers pierced the body of the man in front of him, blood dripping down his index finger, and the life of the person who was hit was rapidly draining, and he was about to die.

But Iwan's brows furrowed, and correspondingly, after the initial stunned on Ye Mo's side, an unprecedented grief and anger surged into his heart: "No!"

The petite black-haired girl fell backwards like a floating catkins with nowhere to go, and snuggled into Ye Mo's arms.

Just like the intimate contact that I had by accident several times before, it just changed from holding hands to hugging, as if it was no different.

But Ye Mo knew that was not the case.

This time, Irene, who was very shy, did not blush, her little face was frighteningly pale, and she was wrinkled by pain, but there was a smile on the corner of her mouth that Ye Mo couldn't understand.

"It's painful, why...... Can you still laugh?" Ye Mo's voice choked a little.

Erin didn't speak, but the curvature at the corner of her mouth widened, making Ye Mo's heart uncomfortable, and the corners of her eyes seemed to be moist.

"Don't, cry......" Erin finally spoke, her voice hoarse and staccato off.

She raised her hand, trying to wipe the tears from the corners of Ye Mo's eyes.

But only halfway through the process, Erin's delicate and feeble hand froze, and then, suddenly, fell.