Lian Qing covered her mouth and smiled: "If you are not bold, your demon king is still alive, you dare to usurp the throne in a righteous and bright way!" ”

"It's just an eight-tailed."

"Ah, I'm sorry, it's wrong, it's the Seven Tails."

"Oh yes, your name is Eight Spirits, right?"

"Then, if there is one tail missing, do you want to change your name to Seven Spirits?"

"If it's less, then it has to be called Six Spirits?"

Jiu Ling finally broke out, let go of the hand holding the demon slayer, and rushed towards her.

"You're looking for death!"

Lian Qing smiled and leaned away: "Do it!" ”

Hundreds of figures suddenly jumped out of the crowd, and as soon as they appeared, they first crashed into the demon clan in front of them.

The head of the house looked at these people who suddenly appeared, looked at it, and suddenly looked shocked-

"You are!"

The Golden Rooster Demon took the lead and sneered: "Yo, it seems that our 'allies' still remember us!" ”

The head of the house was full of shame, and the golden rooster demon snorted coldly again and again.

Instead, another big demon who looked more stable reminded him: "My king said, do business first." ”

The golden rooster demon rolled his eyes: "I understand, if you go outside, you must first settle inside." ”

He licked his lips and began to knead his joints: "Brothers, let's fight!" ”

The demon clans brought by the Nine Spirits were stunned for a moment, and they felt the breath of the big demon.

And then they were each slapped off.

The people who suddenly appeared just now suddenly turned into huge demon bodies, so powerful that Mu Zhi couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"Oh my God! This is not the same level as the centipede demon we have seen before! ”

"But why should the demon clan help us?"

Hanzhi didn't answer, he was still staring at the woman who had just saved them.

Picking leaves and flying flowers, who else would she be?

But why did she become like this, and why did she join the demon clan?

After the demons of the Demon Suppression Tower appeared, the scene was reversed, and the demon clan was beaten back again and again.

Xiao Jin scolded while beating: "Does the rabbit cub know who your grandfather is?" ”

"When grandpa was in the limelight, you weren't even an egg!"

"It's capable! will follow the inexplicable people to usurp the throne! ”

"The majesty of my king dares to trample on it easily, and I am impatient, right?"

The demon who was beaten lived to be more than 300 years old today, where is the opponent of these big demons.

The demon clan is born with a long lifespan, as long as it does not encounter natural and man-made disasters, the longer it lives, the greater its ability.

So the ten juniors are not the opponent of a big demon, and they will soon be defeated one after another.

Jiu Ling had to send the big demon on his side.

The big demons were originally guarding the Demon Slayer Sword, so ......

Lian Qing squinted and nodded at Xiao Jin.

Jiu Ling made a move to Lianqing absentmindedly while questioning Xiaojin and them.

"You're still not a demon at all!"

"I've been locked up by these liars for five hundred years, and when I come out, I don't seek revenge on them, but you want to fight against me?"

"Our demon clan is the darling of the Heavenly Dao, and the Sanqing Realm should belong to us!"

"Five hundred years ago, you didn't listen to me and insisted on going your own way, and now you have been deceived by them and have not seen the light of day in the tower for so long, why are you still dead-headed?"

Xiaojin didn't care at all: "I'm a dead brain, our demon clan is originally a dead brain." ”

"Lao Tzu has one principle in doing things - follow my king!"

"We will do what the king tells us to do!"

"If the king thinks that the Terrans should be killed, even if we don't want our lives, we will kill all the Terrans, and not one will be left!"

"If the king thinks that the human race can be forgiven, and Lao Tzu is pretending to have amnesia and pretending not to remember hatred, what can you do to me?"

Open your mouth, my king, shut up your king!

These fools have been locked up in the tower for 500 years! Five hundred years!

He spent so much time convincing these fools!

Jiu Ling couldn't help but roar angrily: "That nine-tailed fox is dead!" ”

"Your former king is dead!"

Suddenly, a lazy voice said—

"I'm sorry, I'm not dead."