Yan Mo didn't remember the past, but he did. What the Demon Cultivators did to them was simply mad.

Now, he is lucky to have survived, and the grudge between him and the demon cultivator is indeed endless.

Mu Jinxian's face changed, and then he echoed softly, "You're right. Tonight, let's set foot in their lair! ”

He and Yan Mo were from the fairy realm, and if it weren't for carelessness, they wouldn't have been succeeded by the demon cultivators.

Yan Mo didn't say anything more, she didn't want to pay attention to what the owner Yan Mo had experienced before she was reborn. But now, since these demon cultivators have hit the people around her with crooked brains, then don't blame her, her subordinates are ruthless.

Yan Mo and Mu Jinxian entered the old unit building one after the other.

The moment the two of them walked into the old unit building, the original swaying wind lantern suddenly went out! And the unit building in the corner of the city has also disappeared strangely, as if this unit building never existed!

At the moment when the old unit building disappeared, Yan Mo seemed to feel something, her palm moved slightly, and a cluster of yellow flames jumped onto her palm.

The bright yellow flame instantly dispersed the black smoke, like an everlasting lamp in the dark night, making those things that were about to move in the darkness tremble.

This is...... Infernal Fire!

Sure enough, it is worthy of the biological daughters of those two, and they were born with the fire of purgatory!

This fire can directly burn people's souls!

As if sensing the things that were about to move in the dark, Yan Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, and hooked his lips evilly, "If you want to die, just let the horse come." ”

Life and death, life and death, life and death, brought Yan Mo a wealth of experience, and at the same time there were many unexpected joys. For example, this is taken from the fire of purgatory on the other side of the Yellow Spring.

It is capable of incinerating not only souls, but also spaces.

Yan Moqing opened her palm and stepped forward slowly, every time she took a step forward, something seemed to subconsciously take a step back in the dark.

"Feng Ling's soul, where is it?" Yan Mo's voice lingered in the darkness, like a bewitchment, making those things in the darkness can't help but flutter.

"Don't say it?" Yan Mo snorted coldly, the jumping flame in his palm instantly swelled, the darkness was illuminated, and there seemed to be a pair of frightened eyes in the dark, Zhang Huang looked at her in a daze.

"If you don't say it, then let's all die!" Yan Mo's palm moved slightly, and the flames fell out of her hands as if they had life, sweeping towards the boundless darkness!

Something seemed to be messing up in the dark.

"You, don't push me!"

"Rub! Is that a fire of purgatory, a joke? I'm afraid of death, I'll go first, you're amazing, you postpone! ”

Mu Jinxian gently tugged at the corners of his lips, is this really the old nest of demon cultivators? Why did he feel as if he had met a bunch of teases?

"Feng Ling's soul, where is it?!" Yan Mo's tone sank again, and the fire of purgatory suddenly exploded again as her mood changed.

"I say, I say! In the Yan family! A voice in the darkness said intimidatingly, "It's really in the Yan family, in the hands of that woman surnamed Liu!" ”

Yan Mo's face sank again, Liu Xiangyun?

"If, let me know you lied to me......"

"Don't dare, don't dare! How dare we lie to you......"

Yan Mo sighed twice, flipped his palm, collected the fire of purgatory, and then turned his palm into a claw and grabbed towards the void. The demon cultivator who had been intimidated before was accurately caught in Yan Mo's hand, "Since you didn't lie to me, then take me away!" ”