"I don't care, I'm going to draw the blood of his demon city people, peel off his skin, and then pour mercury into it." The momentum is not lost to anyone at all, and there is a little sadness and resentment in the words.

Beilan Laiye stared at Lan Qi, and the two stood on the vendor's stall for a while, staring at each other like this.

The blood and moon around them were gone, the dead branches and leaves that were falling from the sky fell from the sky, and on the ground were old and old papers, which were the list of bounties, and they had long been in tatters. The streets of the Demon City appeared in front of them, and the plaque had fallen to the ground, crooked, and the posture was very difficult. The fallen flowers were stuck on the eaves and had dried up.

Beilan Laiye and Lan Qi were careful step by step, they moved their steps close to this area, the wind was whistling in their ears, the sand and dust rose and fell on the corpses that had been dried by the air, the blood of the people in the Demon City was clean and pure, all of them were blue. Their bodies were laid out on the ground, on the walls, and on the eaves, and the sky was a gloomy color, very sentimental.

"Lan Qi, what's going on here." She couldn't believe that there had been a massacre here, and Ning Wutong could be described as a god of killing, and even her own compatriots refused to let go. Her gaze swept over corpse after corpse, and finally locked onto a man who was well-dressed and had become a skeleton. There was still fire spirit power left around him, and the fireflies were flying around his clothes, mourning, farewell, and singing elegy.

She was a little out of control, and she knelt down on her knees, tears falling on the corpse's body with a mournful tone.

"Master, you have suffered." Beilan Laiye tugged at the corner of the clothes, sadness overflowing on his face. She took out a retractable container from the artifact and collected the corpse of Hong Ruyi, her eyes filled with frustration and indifference.

Step by step towards the direction of the magic tower, the fireflies followed behind her, and the whole team was neatly arranged.

The magic tower was broken from the middle floor, and many fragments fell, killing many people in the Demon City. The resentful spirits held inside are nowhere to be found, and the only smell left is a bitter and unpleasant smell, a stench of sweat, or the smell of rotten corpses. She didn't know.

The two of them raised their eyes at the same time, listening to the voice emanating from the magic tower, which belonged to no one. Some black gas crawled out of the skull shelf and gathered into the air. Beilan Laiye saw a huge black dragon come out of the tower, the horn was stewed, and swallowed the black smoke in one gulp.

The black dragon squinted his eyes, revealing a row of black teeth, he looked at Lan Qi, and said in a deep voice: "Nine Heavens has locked me for a hundred years, this body has actually rotted a long time ago, if it weren't for some of the dark spiritual weapons that still exist in this magic tower, otherwise I would really die here." Demon King, why did you come here to rescue me now? ”

"Rescue you? I can't remember when this happened. "This promise, a hundred years ago. Lan Qi pressed against his chin, his eyes were confused, and he seemed to have really forgotten.

The black dragon was not satisfied, and he hovered over the eaves of the magic tower, and the bells rang like a long worm.

"I didn't expect you to forget, to forget. You..... You let me stay here for a hundred years, and then I got such an ending? ”