Sad, he nodded slightly with a dignified expression.

Beside him, the disciple of the Zixiao Sword Sect smiled again and said, "Disciple forgot, the head of the sect and the ancestor master are close friends, and they have fought side by side for many years. I think it's because the ancestor knows that the head of the sect is in charge of the Zixiao Sword Sect, and he manifests his spirit to congratulate him......"

Sad, he still kept silent with a majestic expression, and his unfathomable attitude made the surrounding Zixiao Sword Sect disciples feel full of pressure, and for a while, no one dared to speak casually, lest they say something wrong.

Since Qun Fang was arrested by the Immortal Realm, the Zixiao Sword Sect was afraid that it would be implicated and anger Heavenly Court, so under the heartbroken call of the elder and the leader of the Freedom Gang, the faction voted to recall, removed Qun Fang Jealousy from the position of the head of the sect, and expelled the faction, so as to draw a clear line and show the so-called hope position in Chapter 3 to Heavenly Court.

After that, Heartbreak stood out from the competition and was promoted to the head of the Zixiao Sword Sect.

Yi Yun is the founding patriarch of the Zixiao Sword Sect, and the older masters under it, Ming, Jia, Demon Pupil, Love Clothes, Little Dragon Girl, etc., are long gone.

Today, the sad heartbreak has just passed the lavish succession ceremony and officially succeeded as the head.

He was silent, and at this moment, he was actually talking to the blood-red statue in his heart, and the disciples of the Zixiao Sword Sect around him would never have thought of it.

'Yi Yun, Yi Yun...... What do you mean? We're old friends, you can't get out of the eighteenth layer of hell now anyway, can the Zixiao Sword Sect be left alone? Isn't it better for me to be in charge? You say--why are you so stingy? Distressed about your treasures? I won't touch your treasures - think about it, your woman is staring at the heavens, who would dare to touch your treasures? …… In this way, the benefits I have made in the Zixiao Sword Sect will be yours! …… Inadequate? Twenty percent! You kid can't be too greedy, if you don't do anything, you'll be in vain......

At the top of the Zixiao Palace, nine hundred and ninety-nine swords suddenly flew up, shooting towards the blood-red statue Chapter 3 The so-called hope!

The shocking change made the disciples of the Zixiao Sword Sect in front of the main hall all stunned and inexplicable, and they didn't know why......

It was sad to see the swords hit the statue and bounce back into the air, only to spun and continue to shoot at the statue, and so on......

"So you didn't ask for money, so I didn't say anything about my proposal just now......

In the Sealing Demon Realm, Yi Yun, who was rushing and running, suddenly sensed the magic sword sword soul he made on Zixiao Mountain, far away in the world, so he tried to manipulate it, but when he seemed to be able to rush over again and again, he was blocked by something and could not break through.

'Could it be that those swords could go to hell?' In his thoughts, he was clearly connected with the idea of the magic sword in the world, which gave Yiyun hope. He quickly rushed out of the Demon Sealing Realm, and behind him, the Demon Dragon chased after him, and the rebellious man who had already rushed out of the Demon Sealing Realm and was chasing the Demon Dragon Emperor's breath outside, and when he saw the purple shadow come out, all its anger was cathartic, and its four hooves turned into the wind, chasing after Yi Yun.

Out of the Demon Sealing Realm, it is no longer possible to separate the Demon Dragon from the Rebellious, and it is no longer possible to use the Demon Sealing Realm of the Demon Beast to inflict continuous blows on the Demon Dragon.

However, Yiyun must come out.

"Beiluo Zixiao Sword, go, bring them over-" In the Beiluo Zixiao Sword in Yi Yun's hand, a purple light suddenly flew out, and flew out of his hand towards the blood-red sky, and after a while, it flew away without a trace......

"Ants—how long can you escape?" The arrogant voice of the Demon Dragon Emperor's disdain, behind Yi Yun, I don't know how many times it sounded......

Yi Yun was running, with a chuckle on her face. How long can he run non-stop?

Until you can't run......

South Central City.

The Jing warriors, who thought that the victory would be revealed soon, realized after waiting for three hours that this battle might not end so soon. Those black and gold weapons had long been tied to the feet of the flying war beasts. The people of Zhongnan City, who had abandoned the Zixiao clan, all returned to the city.

The black gold and 80,000 catties of refined iron in the cave in Yiyun's mansion were all moved out, tied and fixed, and hung on the feet of the flying war beast.

Li Zi sat paralyzed on the city wall, and his property was all confiscated by the Jing clan. All those who belonged to the Zixiao clan were threatened to move out of the house with all valuable things, even the demonic beast meat, which was also moved out and eaten by the flying war beasts of the Jing clan.

This is the law of hell. No one in Zhongnan City feels ashamed, the weak obey the strong, of course, they are only to blame, their luck is too bad, and they follow a person who offended the patriarch of the Jing clan, the Demon Dragon Emperor.

No one thought that Yi Yun would be able to overcome and return. The Demon Dragon Emperor, one of the most powerful Demon Killers under Chi You's throne, has never been defeated, because the Demon Dragon is an invincible divine beast.

The warriors of the Jing tribe lived in Zhongnan City. No one went to find the Demon Dragon Emperor, no matter how long they waited, they all believed that the Demon Dragon Emperor would definitely return victorious.

The female slaves in Yi Yun and Li Zi's families have become the playthings of the Jing warriors to pass the time of waiting. Li Zi diligently met the requirements of the Jing clan, but when there was no one, he often recalled the good times in the past when he was above 10,000 people in Zhongnan City......

'Why hasn't the Demon Dragon Emperor come back yet?' ’

Time passes day by day. It's been ten days, and the Demon Dragon Emperor still hasn't come back, and Yiyun hasn't come back either. The warriors of the Jing tribe began to worry and began to speculate. Li Zi's heart also began to give birth to hope......

Yiyun is still running.

He couldn't remember how many laps he had run around the light curtain of the Demon Sealing Realm.

His attention was on the Beiluo Zixiao Sword in his mind, and since the Beiluo Zixiao Sword flew out, it had been in the blood-red void that seemed to have no end, as if it would never end...... However, Yi Yun did not give up and let the Beiluo Zixiao Sword continue to fly forward, from the moment he stepped out of the Demon Sealing Realm, he decided to use the Beiluo Zixiao Sword to try to bring the nine hundred and nine swords in the world.

As long as he can still run and hasn't fallen, the Northfall Zixiao Sword will continue to fly forward in the blood-red void of Hell...... This is his hope of turning the tide and turning defeat into victory. The so-called hope, in his view, has always been that as long as he has not fallen and has not given up, hope exists.

The Demon Dragon Emperor hadn't spoken for a long time.

After ten days and ten nights of chasing, the Demon Dragon Emperor was already exhausted and speechless. Fusing with the demon dragon, that is the role of the Jing clan's unique soul contract, because the soul is integrated, so the dragon soul is immortal, and she is indestructible. But again, her mental power has been draining.

She had never met or even heard of anyone so capable of running.

The recklessness is galloping, and the tongue in the cow's mouth has long been hanging outside. It was hungry, thirsty, tired and sleepy, and it was firmly believed by the Demon Dragon Emperor to be the most ferocious demonic beast, so it just wanted to pour water and eat meat, and then fall down and sleep for a few days and nights......

Unruly couldn't run fast for a long time, so he could only maintain the same speed as the demon dragon to catch up with the purple shadow in front.

Tired of rebelliousness, so is the magic dragon. The rebellious bears a huge body that is 100 zhang long, while the demon dragon bears a body that is 1000 zhang long. Such a body is full of surging power, but it is also a heavy load in itself......

"He, how long can he run...... Demon Dragon Emperor thought so, and the Demon Dragon and the Rebellious were actually thinking the same thing......

The blood-red void suddenly turned into a colorful heaven and earth.

The dark purple northfall purple sword rushed to the blood-red body. Nine hundred and nine swords that had been constantly trying to crash into the blood-red body, and in an instant, they made bursts of sound together, like joyful joy.

When he was sad and broke his bowels and hurriedly ran out of the main hall, he saw the burning Zixiao Sword rushing into the blood-red body with nine hundred and nine swords......

'Yi Yun...... You kid is really still alive in the eighteenth layer of hell...... 'The familiar, but yet like the Beiluo Zixiao Sword in the next world, for a while, evokes many sad and dusty memories......

Nine hundred nine swords were picked up and inserted back into the top of the Zixiao Palace, as if those that flew into the blood-red body just now were just phantoms......

Yiyun is still running.

There is no excitement, because there is no energy to waste on excitement. Joy, anger, sorrow, and sadness, after great joy and anger, people feel tired, and that's why.

It took ten days for the idea of the Zixiao Sword to break through the void of hell and fly into hell with the sword soul of nine hundred and nine swords.

He had to run for another ten days, the sword, before he could come to his side.

The Jing tribe in Zhongnan City still lives in the city, waiting anxiously. No one went to find the Demon Dragon Emperor, because this was the battle of their patriarch, and they only came to prevent the Zixiao clan from rebelling. The longer the battle went, the more they had to wait.

In the city of central and southern China, there is a lot of discussion and speculation. From the beginning, no one believed that Yi Yun could win, and now, everyone feels that it may not be the Demon Dragon Emperor who comes back in the end......

Chiyou Demon God City.

The snake is old as usual, and it returns. "Lord, the Demon Dragon Emperor hasn't come back yet."

Chiyou listened absentmindedly. Originally, with Xi'er's help, she didn't care about other things at all, and was only focused on gathering the energy of the blood array, exerting **, and further major things. As long as you leave Hell and have a common enemy, the forces of Hell will naturally reintegrate and fight for survival in order to face the Heavenly Court.

She never took Yi Yun too seriously, the killing demon king in hell, not too much, no less.

"Lord, do you want to take a look?" Snake Elder was very worried about the situation of the Demon Dragon Emperor, they had been away from the Demon God City for too long. The Jing tribe is a very important part of the Chiyou tribe, with strong combat effectiveness and loyalty. Whether in Hell or after leaving Hell in the future, the Jing Clan is an important fighting force among the Chiyou tribe.

"Not necessarily! The Demon Dragon Emperor of the Jing Clan's generation, its Demon Dragon is the strongest in thousands of years, and it is impossible for him to be defeated by a human being-"

The snake elder didn't say much more, but he knew that Chi You's confidence in the Demon Dragon Emperor had actually been shaken for a long time. At first, Chiyou was dismissive.

In the blood-red hell void, a cold sword glow flickered.

Yi Yun could barely take a step, and her internal strength was almost exhausted. But he was still running, and immediately, soon, the sword arrived, and his mind had been clearly maintaining the sense of the sword soul.

There was a loud bang.

When Yi Yun looked back, the huge body of the demon dragon fell and fell to the ground. The scattered mud and rocks piled up a few feet high beside the demon dragon's body. The red eyes of the demon dragon were still staring at Yi Yun, but its body, no matter how hard it struggled, could not fly or move.

In its mouth, apart from breathing heavily, it couldn't spew out a pillar of black light at all.

Immediately after the demon dragon, the running reckless hooves bent and fell to the ground. In the mud and dust, he struggled and slowly stood up, but he couldn't move his hooves.

Yi Yun panted, looked at the head of the Demon Dragon, the Demon Dragon Emperor, who was already delirious, and said indifferently. "Now, you know, how long can I run."

The sword rays, thousands of feet in the air, flashed with cold light, and flew to the ground.

"Woo...... the dragon let out a muffled roar, and shook its head with all its might. Above his head, the naked Demon Dragon Emperor was suddenly thrown out. Unruly tried his best, flapped his eagle wings, flew up, and took the flying Demon Dragon Emperor in his mouth. Turning his head to look at the flickering cold light of the void high, and then at the demon dragon that couldn't move, he understood the urging in its eyes. With a mournful roar, the Demon Dragon Emperor, who was so tired that he passed out in a coma, flapped his wings and flew forward......

The sword soul of the Beiluo Zixiao Sword returned to the sword body, and the sword in Yi Yun's hand lit up with a dark purple light again.

Nine hundred swords, like meteors falling into the body of the demon dragon, from beginning to end...... There were also ninety-nine, shooting sideways at the fleeing rebels.

The demon dragon, which had no strength to move, suddenly, waved its powerful tail, swept across the air, and swept all the ninety-nine pursuing swords to the ground, its huge body, suddenly rolled, and pressed all the swords under it together, the muscles and skin of the whole body were tense as hard as possible, and it roared sadly, pressing and clamping those swords with the last and all its strength!

In the distance, when the unruly body turned into a black spot, there was a sound from afar, mixed with sadness, unwillingness and anger......

The demon dragon, with the last of its strength, slumped on the ground with its huge body. Nine hundred nine swords, penetrating the body of the demon dragon, and flying into the air.

The Beiluo Zixiao Sword in Yi Yun's hand was held high above the top. "Honorable Savior." In Yiyun's empty eyes, nothing is reflected.

There is always something touching that goes straight to the heart. But in the way of killing, kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself. Noble sentiments are worthy of admiration, but admiration does not mean that they should be soft-hearted.

The Zixiao Sword swung down, and the nine hundred and nine swords turned into a high-speed rotating tornado composed of swords, starting from the tail of the demon dragon, devouring ......

The tornado of the sword soul smashed the body of the demon dragon, and quickly engulfed the life of the demon dragon's powerless struggle.

Yi Yun believes that it is impossible for the demon dragon to be resurrected this time. It is resurrected by the power of the soul, the power of the spirit. Therefore, the death of ** is not real death until the spiritual power is not exhausted.

And now, the demon dragon's energy is almost exhausted, and he no longer has the strength to move and struggle......

The body of the demon dragon was almost completely engulfed by the sword soul tornado in an instant. The eyes of the demon dragon kept looking at the small figure in front of him, and suddenly there was no hostility in his eyes, but it was a willingness to accept the coming of death quietly.

The change in the demon dragon's mentality suddenly reminded Yi Yun of Kong Xuan's solemn and kind reminder......

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